Mr. Song paced back and forth, thinking: "This matter is a bit difficult to handle. The chief of Zhazuosi is my great-uncle. He has never been fond of studying. In recent years, even the county examination has been cancelled. Now you have a household registration. , and I am familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, but I have no place to be a candidate."
Is there anything else like this?
What a fucking scam, Chieftain Zazuo actually dared to cancel the county examination without authorization.
Master Shen looked up to the sky and sighed: "There is nothing I can do!"
"Brother Shen, don't be anxious." Song Ji thought about it carefully and quickly came up with a plan, saying, "My father is the chief of the Guizhu Division. Perhaps all the children studying in the village can be settled in Guizhu. Here at Zhusi. In this way, when they take the county exam, they can also come to Guizhou City to take the exam."
Master Shen said: "It's so troublesome for Brother Song."
Song Ji smiled and said, "It's no trouble. You don't need to alarm my father. You just need to call the officials and give some instructions personally, and the matter will be settled."
Shen Fucong could only sigh secretly, Guizhou is indeed a land of chieftains.
In other places, registering is not a trivial matter. If it involves the imperial examination, it will be even more difficult. You have to spend enough money to clear everything up and down.
Moreover, it is easy to be reported by fellow students, and a scandal can result if you are not careful.
Generally speaking, local officials are unwilling to take on this kind of hot potato. There are many ways for them to make money, so why choose the most dangerous method?
But in Guizhou, there is no scruple, Mr. Song can do it just by saying hello.
Historically, this situation will slowly change over the next few decades.
During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, he allowed Guizhou to set up its own provincial examination center and increased the number of candidates for the examination in Guizhou.
Well, there is no need to go to Yunnan to take the exam, and there are more places for candidates, and the local competition is not fierce. Guizhou has suddenly become a paradise for imperial examinations. Countless students from other provinces have spent money to come to Guizhou, and use various methods to pretend to be in the country to take the exams. More than half of the people in the exam room are illegal immigrants.
It was so outrageous that it even alerted Emperor Jiajing, who issued an imperial edict to severely denounce the phenomenon of counterfeiting. However, the ban continued, and many candidates with Guizhou citizenship could not even speak a word of Guizhou dialect.
Song Ji was very happy at the moment. Being able to help the natives take part in the imperial examinations was tantamount to taking the first step on the road to enlightenment.
He, the one who had been taken advantage of, was actually more anxious than the person involved, and said happily: "Why don't we finalize the list today, and I will go and supervise the process tomorrow. In as little as one day, as much as three days, the household registration problem will be solved."
Of course Master Shen was happy to accept it and said to the bookstore owner: "I'll lend you your pen and ink."
The bookstore owner immediately brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and even took the initiative to grind ink for Master Shen.
"Wait!"
Yuan Gang suddenly stopped him and asked, "It's okay to move to a new place of residence, but where will the taxes and corvee be counted?"
For Yuan Gang, this was a top priority, but for Song Ji, it was a trivial matter. He smiled and said, "It's just a matter of settling in, nothing else is involved, and no one is looking for you to collect taxes."
"That's okay." Yuan Gang finally felt relieved.
Although to Chuan Qingzhai, everyone named Song is an enemy, and there is a sworn feud. But Song Ji is a good person, and even Yuan Gang can't hate him, and even can't help but think: If this were changed If Mr. Song comes to serve as a consolation envoy, life will be much better in the future.
The bookstore owner quickly polished the ink and said with a smile: "Friend Shen, please put pen to paper!"
Master Shen said to Wang Yuan: "By the way, I have also compiled your three-generation family tree, which will be used in the imperial examination. You tell me, and I will write it."
Wang Yuandao said: "Wang Yuan was born as a child. His father Wang Quan, mother Jiang Ni, and grandfather Wang En. They have been farmers for generations. They are all good people. In the three generations of our ancestors, they have never committed any crimes."
Yuan Gang followed suit and reported the information about Liu Carpenter and others.
They are all good people!
"Great kindness is the result of good people." Master Shen smiled a little strangely.
Mr. Song's focus was unique. He carefully watched Shen Fucong finish writing the information, and suddenly clapped his hands and praised: "Good calligraphy!"
Master Shen threw the brush away in an extremely cool manner and stood with his hands behind his back: "You're showing off your ugliness."
Song Ji did not regard the silver as money at all, but regarded the words written by Shen Fucong as treasures. He carefully held it up, gently dried the ink, kept it close to his body and said, "I will take it home and appreciate it slowly." .”
It’s hard to say how to describe Shen Fucong’s calligraphy.
At first, he practiced for the imperial examination, and after becoming a master, he practiced for his benefactor.
The benefactor went from the county magistrate to the magistrate, and exchanged documents and personal letters every year. Most of them were written by Shen Fucong. Due to his status, he had to use Taige style, which was inevitably the same, so he tried his best to pursue changes.
For more than ten years, Shen Fucong has been copying Wu Kuan's calligraphy like crazy, almost to the point where the calligraphy is fake but the real thing is slightly lacking in charm.
Song Ji had never seen Wu Kuan's calligraphy before, but when it was written by Shen Fucong, he was immediately surprised - it was graceful and dignified in the Taige style, but also dignified and thick, and there was also a strange stubbornness hidden in the simplicity.
Can it still be written like this in Taige style?
There was no way, even though Song Ji was a chieftain, the word "Tu" said everything.
Too little knowledge.
Song Ji once again improved his evaluation of Shen Fucong and said respectfully: "Brother Shen is full of knowledge, and even his calligraphy is so wonderful. Can you condescend to the position of teaching at our Song Clan School?"
Um?
Wang Yuan, Wang Meng, Yuan Gang, and Yuan Zhi suddenly stared at each other and held their swords in unison.
Shen Fucong suddenly became excited, clasped his fists and said: "Brother Song's kindness, I accept it with my heart. But Chuanqing Village has saved my life, and I have promised to teach the children in the village. How can a gentleman promise a thousand pieces of gold and not keep it?"
"Brother Shen is a true gentleman!"
Song Ji was sincerely convinced of Master Shen's character and said: "This matter is easy to handle. Let all the disciples in the village come to study in the Song clan, and I will bear all the expenses."
Shen Fucong turned around and asked Wang Yuan: "How?"
Wang Yuan nodded and said: "Okay."
"Then it's settled," Song Ji was filled with joy, looking at the sky outside, and said, "It's getting late, and you guys must not have eaten yet. Why don't we find a restaurant and chat while eating? Brother Shen, please teach me calligraphy skills."
When he heard the word "restaurant", Master Shen seemed to smell the aroma of wine and secretly swallowed: "But it depends on Brother Song's arrangement."
The restaurant is located near the Chief Secretary's office, and the Chief Secretary of Guizhou often comes here to have banquets.
As for how the chief envoy's salary can afford to eat in restaurants all over the world, there is no need to delve into it. Although the chieftain ignores the court's laws, he still needs to be filial to those who should be filial. I just ask these Han officials not to talk nonsense and stretch out their hands.
The food and wine were served, and they were quite sumptuous.
A few people in green wolfed down the food, eating like a whirlwind of food, like the reincarnation of starving ghosts who had not had enough to eat in eight lifetimes.
Master Shen was more elegant. Although he was also very greedy, he behaved in a smart, calm and generous manner. He slowly drank a small drink with Mr. Song, and even played with the flying flowers to accompany the wine.
After three rounds of drinking, Song Ji was already drunk, and he sighed with drunkenness: "When I look at Brother Shen, I can see the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. I can't wait to visit the south of the Yangtze River in person."
Shen Fucong was also drunk and laughed: "This is easy to hear. In a few years, you and I will travel to the south of the Yangtze River hand in hand, and then I will treat you to shark's fin!"
"What is shark fin?" Song Ji asked hurriedly.
Master Shen said: "The fins of the shark are also the same."
Song Ji was filled with yearning: "Brother Shen admires it so much, so the shark's fin must be extremely delicious."
After the banquet was over, Song Ji personally sent them to the hotel. Not only did he take the initiative to pay for the room, but he also arranged breakfast for the next day.
Even their two donkeys were invited to the shed behind the store, where they happily enjoyed the bean cakes.