(I’m sorry for posting late today, I’ll definitely post it early tomorrow!)
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Seeing this name, Master Diao frowned. His impression of Wang Xian could be said to be extremely bad.
The third-largest person in the county was supposed to have nothing to do with a little scoundrel, until one day more than a month ago, his daughter came back crying and said that she was humiliated by a little ruffian named Wang Er at the dock. Then
The sentence "Bitches are hypocritical", even though it was relayed by his daughter, he was still so angry that he vomited blood.
What is a bitch? A bitch is someone who promotes excellence and civility! Master Diao has a well-established family background and is an official in the court, but his daughter is called a bitch. How can he not be angry? But he can't cause trouble with a scoundrel. That's not cheating.
Yourself?
If this one incident alone is not enough to make Master Diao so gnashing of teeth, there is another incident, which is the pending execution of the jailer!
Chief Diao had already agreed to help his brother-in-law get this position, but Sima Qiu actually wanted it too!
Master Diao was henpecked and would have to kneel on the washboard if he couldn't deliver, so he refused to give in. In his opinion, Wei Zhixian would definitely give him this face. Who knew that Sima Qiu had recently made great contributions, making Wei Zhixian very difficult to resolve this matter?
The bar is right there.
Director Diao found out from Wei Magistrate that the person Sima Qiu wanted to recommend was none other than Wang Xian!
How do you think he would feel when he saw this name?
Closing the file with a cold face, Director Diao wanted to drive Wang Er away, but he didn't speak, and felt that it was inappropriate. Am I not asking for an excuse for Sima? Besides, Wang Ziyao's face had to be given.
After pondering for a moment, he changed his mind again, "I heard that this Wang Er is uneducated and incompetent, so why not give him a try and make him look bad? If I refuse him righteously, then Wang Lishu's face will also be lost."
Sima Qiu couldn't say anything.'
"Let him come in." Having made up his mind, Master Diao said in a deep voice. Humph, if you don't take the path to heaven, you will have to throw yourself into hell without any door! The fate of the war will fall into my hands. Let's settle the old and new accounts together!
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a tall and thin young man, wearing an ill-fitting straight jacket. He had a fair face, delicate features, and big and bright eyes. He was not annoying at all.
‘Sure enough, you can’t judge a book by its appearance.’ Master Diao thought to himself and said expressionlessly: “Are you Wang Xian?”
"That's right, little man." After saluting, Wang Xian straightened up and said.
"The official office recommends you to be the clerk. The clerk requires good conduct, good writing and arithmetic." Director Diao asked with a sneer: "Which position do you think you can take?"
Wang Ziyuan on the side heard this and couldn't help but frowned. It was just a book office, and it was recommended by himself. It was said that he was just here to go through the procedures. Why did the surnamed Diao say that he wanted to show Wang Er's appearance?
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He suddenly remembered the recent rumors that Chief Diao and Master Sima had a dispute over a clerkship. However, what Wang Xian wanted was just a clerkship, which was not the same thing at all!
"A villain dare not boast." Wang Xian replied neither humble nor arrogantly: "But I have never broken the law, and I can write and count." He said in his heart, no matter how ugly my writing is, at least I can write, that's okay.
Law denies.
"It's a good idea to dodge the important and take the easy." Chief Diao snorted coldly: "Why did I hear that you have always been idle and like to gamble?"
"My lord, it is clear to me that my father was unjustly imprisoned and my whole family was implicated. At that time, I was in trouble and didn't know what to do. As for gambling, it has long been proven to be false. The county magistrate has cleared my name."
Listening to his eloquent words and secretly changing concepts, knowing that he couldn't control him with words, Master Diao snorted: "I don't care about your bad things, it's better to see the real deal." After a pause, he said: "The scribe wants to help.
When an official handles government affairs, he must first be good at writing, and secondly, he must be proficient in law and arithmetic." He pointed to the table in the corner of the room and said: "With the ready-made paper and pen, you can write down the "Laws and Punishments of the Ming Dynasty"
If you ignore people and sell them, write it down for me."
Wang Xian was sweating on his forehead. The Ming Dynasty Law was so thick, how could he memorize it? But when he heard this article, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. In order to convict He Chang, he read this article over and over again. But he was extremely happy.
After being able to keep his composure, he obeyed the order and wrote:
"Anyone who devises a plan to lure a beloved man or sells his beloved man into a slave will be punished with a hundred sticks and will be sent away for three thousand miles. Those who are wives, concubines and descendants will be given a hundred sticks and will be slaves for three years..."
"Not only the main text, but also the details below." Director Diao added.
Wang Xian cursed secretly, and could only continue to write: "If you buy a girl from a good family and resell it in the name of begging, it will be the same crime..." There are nine more items next. He doesn't remember them clearly, so he can only write a rough outline.
, but the meaning is not wrong.
But as he continued to write, he began to murmur in his heart, does this boss Diao have a grudge against me? My father can't write the "Da Ming Law" silently, why is it so difficult for me? It's a good thing, if it were me
If you don't remember it, why don't you just stare?
Chief Diao was sitting behind the big case and couldn't see what Wang Xian had written. But seeing that he had been writing, he knew that he had something to write about. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He didn't expect that this kid had really worked hard. But there is another test next.
Calculation problems cannot be solved by rote memorization.
"The second question is an arithmetic question. Listen carefully. Suppose a pawnshop lends a thousand dollars and charges thirty dollars in interest per month. Now there is a loaner of seven hundred and fifty dollars, and the money is returned in nine days. How much is the interest?"
"Six and three-quarters." Wang Xian took up his pen and calculated, and then he came up with the answer. What could be more enjoyable than testing him in mathematics?
"Have you read "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic"?" Master Diao said in disbelief. This kid can't be considered uneducated.
"No, I figured it out myself." Wang Xian suddenly remembered that the "bitch is just hypocritical" Miss Diao on the dock a month and a half ago, wasn't she the daughter of the county's chief registrar?
"Then you can do another calculation." Master Diao remembered a poem he had read in the early years and had not been able to find the answer for many years, so he decided to use this to embarrass Wang Xian. He cleared his throat and said: "The towering ancient temple is in the mountains and forests.
I don’t know how many monks there are in the temple. There are three hundred and sixty-four bowls. Let’s see if they are used up. Three people eat one bowl of rice and four people eat one bowl of soup. I would like to ask someone who knows how many bowls there are in the temple.
monk."
Wang Xian made a linear equation of two variables and calculated it, and then gave the answer: "Six hundred and twenty-four monks."
"You're not deceiving, are you?" Seeing that he had the answer in the blink of an eye, Master Diao couldn't accept it.
"Three hundred and sixty-four bowls, two hundred and eight bowls for rice, and one hundred and fifty-six bowls for soup. Do the math for yourself." Wang Xian already knew in his heart that this old bastard was deliberately trying to embarrass himself.
, looking at his surprised look, one can tell that he doesn’t know how to do it himself!
Master Diao picked up his pen and calculated, but it was not exactly this number. He immediately asked suspiciously: "Have you read this question before?"
"No, the villain figured it out by himself." Wang Xian still had the same expression, but his heart was already cold. When he met such an old bastard who wanted to avenge his personal vengeance, he had already passed this level. How could he get along in the yamen in the future?
"How is it possible..." Master Diao shook his head and asked several difficult arithmetic problems one after another, but Wang Xian easily solved them, and then he was completely speechless...
Wang Ziyuan on the side was dumbfounded and thought to himself, no wonder Wang Xiaozi always ran to the casino, he turned out to be so good at arithmetic!
Talents like this who can settle accounts are what the county urgently needs. He doesn't understand why Chief Diao doesn't like this guy.
"Next question, write a poem for this 'Huangshan Welcoming Pine'." Master Diao had no idea what to do, so he actually took the poetry test. He calculated well that even if Wang Xian could write poetry, he could still ask him to write an essay.
, I can’t believe that this kid can even do eight-legged essays. This is the advantage of taking the initiative. In every test, there is always one thing he can’t do.
"Third Master, there is no need for scribes to compose poems." Even an old fox like Wang Ziyao couldn't help but say.
Chief Diao glanced at Wang Ziyao and said calmly: "The words written by Wang Li are wrong. Youdao means 'poetry expresses ambition'. I want to see his character."
"This..." Prince Yao was speechless and could only look at Wang Xian, hoping that he could continue his efforts and show his extraordinary attainments in poetry.
Wang Xian is so depressed. What's the matter? It's just a civil service exam. If I could compose poems, I would have gone to take the scholar exam long ago. Why are you hanging around here with me? If you want me to die, just say so.
Why is it so disgusting?
But the man was a knife and a slave, and I was a fish. How could he say no to this situation? Wang Xian could only suppress the evil fire running in his heart and think hard about how to deal with it... He looked at the painting.
It is a welcoming pine rooted on the cliff. I use my brain to recall the poems I have memorized.
Speaking of which, Wang Xian has quite a lot of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, but it’s a pity that this is the Ming Dynasty...
The poets in the middle and late Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were not famous to begin with, and there were only a handful of famous poems handed down from generation to generation. Wang Xian also wanted to find an ordinary poem to fool him, but who would remember ordinary poems? So he could remember them.
Those are the famous works.
Seeing that he had finally stumped him, Master Diao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he didn't have any grudge against this boy, it would be more than enough for him to work as a clerk in a household. But, who told you to offend me?
Master Diao was about to say, "You're not qualified yet, go back and keep working hard," when he saw Wang Xian pick up his pen and instead of writing on paper, he put down his pen on the blank space of his painting!
"Don't..." Master Diao's heart suddenly rose to his throat. It was his favorite painting, but before he could say "don't say goodbye", Wang Xian's pen had already fallen, and he began to write the inscriptions one after another.
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"What a stinky handwriting..." Master Diao went crazy when he saw Wang Xian's obvious beginner's handwriting: "Stop it!"
Although Wang Xian's calligraphy was bad, he wrote very quickly. Before Diao finished speaking, he had already finished writing the last sentence, threw the pen away, and looked back at Diao with a blank look on his face.
"Who asked you to write on it!" Master Diao's white face turned red with anger, and he yelled: "This is a famous painting from the Yuan Dynasty, and you ruined it like this, ruined it!"
"It's Mr. Registrar who said that you should compose a poem for this 'Huangshan Welcoming Pine'..." Wang Xian shrank his neck and said with a look of fear on his face.
"Did I ask you to write the real question? Who are you, dare to write on my painting?" Master Diao was angry, but his mind was very clear. Since the painting has been destroyed, what should be considered is to recover the loss and how to use it.
This matter makes a fuss! Thinking of this, he stood up and walked to the table, took off the painting, rolled it in his hand and said: "Come on, follow me to find the county magistrate!"