Chapter 39: Don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods
That night, these scholars stayed in Chongwen Hall. If a group of scholars usually lived together, they would naturally talk about poetry and songs. But now they are all looking forward to their upcoming career.
These hundreds of people, even the most unlucky ones, can be born as Jinshi, and can be promoted to official positions. They can also travel to Bianliang, accept the cheers of the people, and accept the emperor's summons and blessings. What an honor it is.
Finally, everyone went to the legendary Jinming Pool and attended the Qionglin Banquet to round off this glorious moment.
Yang Lin rested his head on his hands and crossed his calves, not feeling sleepy at all. Chongwen Hall is where the royal book collection is, and there was a bookish atmosphere. Yang Lin, who was used to living in the comfort of Changle Tower, was not used to sleeping here.
“When I think about it, the body fragrance of my comfort zone smells so good.”
Yang Lin muttered in a low voice. Zhao Zhou next to him was also nervous and couldn't sleep, so he laughed and said, "Yang Wenyuan also knows about the cozy home in Changle Building?"
"Hehe, I've heard a little bit about it." Yang Lin didn't want to be exposed and replied with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhou became interested. He turned sideways and said, "That is a good place. Do you know Miss Li Ning'er? She is the most talented woman in the history of our Song Dynasty." People have searched for him for thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person But in a dimly lit place.' Such a beautiful sentence makes people yearn for it."
Yang Lin felt a little guilty, so he had to comfort himself. Talented people will always leave good verses. Maybe I have let Ning'er plagiarize it now, and they will be able to create new ones in the future. Wouldn't it be an outstanding contribution to ancient Chinese poetry?
Zhao Zhou sighed: "I won the Jinshi this time. I have to save money to go to Changle Tower. Even if I can't see Miss Li, it's good to stop downstairs. Alas, this kind of surprise is absolutely stunning. Such talent is actually born in a woman, which really makes us men feel ashamed."
When the scholars next to them heard that they were discussing Li Ning'er, they immediately became interested. Every word you said to me was full of infinite praise for the goddess.
"My favorite is still the sentence, 'I saw how charming the green mountains are, and I knew how charming the green mountains were.' Such good words can only be written by fairies in the sky!"
"In my opinion, 'Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and there is a village with dark willows and flowers.' is the most amazing. The simple poems have a meaningful meaning, and the more you read, the more interesting it becomes. I heard that Miss Ning'er not only has unparalleled poems, but also has thousands of styles. She is so pretty, but I regret that I didn’t get the chance to see this beauty.”
Listening to their disgusting words, Yang Lin felt happy in his heart. If these people knew how Ning'er looked at him, Qu Yi Chenghuan, what kind of expression would he have.
The sleepless night for all the scholars passed quickly. At that time, the scholars lined up and walked into Xuandemen and sat down on the seats that had been arranged in the square of Daqing Hall.
After a while, Xu Zhichang, who had just been promoted to the position of Minister of Etiquette, said loudly: "The list of interviewees will be read out below."
Everyone's hearts are in their throats, especially the talents who have the opportunity to get involved in the top three, are eagerly looking forward to it.
Old God Yang Lin is here, you can just compare yourself with others, but compare with me in Yishu? I crammed for so many days, which is equivalent to an open-book exam, and I still can't pass you.
"Huo Duanyou of Wujin County, Changzhou; Caidian of Junxianyou County, Xinghua; Zhao Zhou of Hangzhou Prefecture; Yang Lin of Yangzhou Prefecture; Zhao Ding of Kaifeng Prefecture of Bianliang"
The more Yang Lin looked at Xu Zhichang, the more familiar he felt, but he didn't take it to heart.
Xu Zhichang took 20 people to Fengqi Pavilion to wait for the interview. At this time, Zhao Ji was looking through the names and test papers of the 20 people.
One of them was clearly organized and described Yi Shu very clearly, and it was in many ways consistent with his own thoughts and feelings, which he had studied for a long time. He held the book in his hands and couldn't put it down.
The signature of this test paper was naturally Yang Lin. The three Taoists he found had great backgrounds and were Taoist priests from Huangguanli.
On weekdays, Zhao Ji came to talk to them about Taoism, and he was also the Taoist priest in this temple. Yang Lin spent a lot of money to invite him through the favor of Cai Jing and Yang Jian.
It has to be said that the interview is a huge test for all scholars. Facing the most powerful people in the world - the emperor and your ministers, you need to calmly deal with various problems, which is simply as difficult as the sky.
After the first few people hurried in, they were all sweating when they came out. It was obviously a cold spring weather, making it feel like the dog days of summer.
It wasn't until Yang Lin came in that the husbands and Zhao Ji nodded slowly. This guy was not only generous, but also a little too relaxed.
There was no way, everyone present was acquaintances, he had been in contact with Cai Jing, Yang Jian and even Zhao Ji.
Yang Jian flicked his fly whisk and sang loudly: "Yang Lin, a scholar from Yangzhou, stand up and wait for questions."
Yang Lin stood up and looked at the four princes above, as well as the emperor Zhao Ji who was sitting on the throne, waiting for this most important interview.
Cai Jing chuckled lightly and said, "Yang Lin, first introduce yourself to the officials."
"The student Yang Lin from Yangzhou devoted himself to life for fifteen years. He only wanted to learn literature and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family. In addition to being loyal to the Song Dynasty and being loyal to the official family, he had no other pursuits. When the student was born, he descended from heaven."
"Ahem!" Cai Jing saw that he still planned to continue blowing, so he quickly stopped him with a slight cough, and asked: "What are your plans to replenish the national treasury?"
Yang Lin was well prepared and replied: "The merchants in the student's family secretly thought that the only way to replenish the national treasury was through commercial taxes! In our Song Dynasty, the profit from the opening of the shipping business is more than tens of millions. We defeated the Xia in the west and conquered the Khitan in the north.
To the south is Zhurong, to the east is the endless sea
There are tens of millions of people living near the sea, and the sea is the land of the sea people. The land along the coast is narrow and the people are numerous. The mountains and forests are full of saltwater, and many villages are formed. Many of them have no land to cultivate. The livelihood of the small people is difficult, and they all rely on the support of marine trade.
If you give birth, the mother and son will make a profit.
If the people of the sea are mobilized to engage in business, the barren land all over the world will immediately become a place of wealth and honor for the world. The imperial court only needs to collect commercial taxes, which will be worth several years of income, so there is no need to worry about a lack of treasury."
Zhao Ji listened lazily, obviously not very interested in these people's livelihood and national affairs, and asked instead: "I have asked you if you have poetic talent. You once said, 'Even if your article shocks the world, it is just a piece of paper.'
How about writing a poem about today’s imperial examination questions and answers within a few steps?”
Yang Lin secretly cursed in his heart that the mud cannot hold up the wall. I have tried my best to teach you how to govern the country, but you insist on reciting poems and chicken feathers.
With anger in his heart, Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "The ancients spared no effort in learning, and their skills are only accomplished when they are young and old. What you learn on paper will always be shallow, but you know that you have to do it in earnest."
Zhao Ji didn't seem to realize the meaning of Yang Lin's words, and said with a smile: "Yes, despite his reputation, he does have real talent and learning."
Just like that, Yang Lin's interview ended with half of his words. When he walked out of the hall, he couldn't help but look up with his hands behind his back.
In the gloomy and tragic sky, a dragon hanging sheds a dim light, just like the palace where fortune-telling is used as a test question, and the absurd monarchs and ministers in the hall are about to die but still have the last remaining light.