Before the room was tidied up, Li Ying and others had already entered the courtyard.
Li Sanlang first exchanged a few words with Luo Jiang, then pulled Wang Yuan's sleeve and said, "Let's go, Ruoxu, let's go to a restaurant to celebrate tonight."
"What are you celebrating?" Wang Yuan asked.
Tian Qiu said with a smile: "Of course it's a celebration of making it to Kunming alive, with all hands and feet, and being able to take the provincial examination normally."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yue Zhen and Zou Mu laughed together. Only Guizhou scholars could understand this joke, and it was difficult for Luo Jiang, a Yunnan native, to understand it.
"Gah!"
Probably because they were too noisy, someone suddenly opened the door of the guest room across the courtyard.
A guy dressed as a book boy said with a straight face: "Be quiet for a moment, my young master is currently studying his books."
This attitude and tone made Li Ying very unhappy, and he immediately accused him: "What is your identity, and what qualifications do you have to order me to wait for the students?"
"snort!"
The book boy didn't bother to say anything more and closed the door directly.
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "It seems that this friend is very rich. The book boy actually wears silk and satin."
Luo Jiang curled his lips: "The villain succeeds!"
Wang Yuan asked: "Friend Luo, do you know the husband opposite me?"
"I'm not very familiar with him, but I've admired his name for a long time," Luo Jiang explained with a sneer. "This person's name is Jin Lei (léi), a member of Dali Wei. He became famous in Yunnan at the age of eleven and was known as a child prodigy. Because of his excellent talent and learning, he was pushed to Nanjing.
Studying in the Imperial College. When I first moved in, I took the initiative to talk to this person, and he responded with a few words of politeness. His character was extremely aloof."
Yue Zhen felt particularly unhappy after being slapped away by the scholar, and said in a strange tone: "You and I are scholars from a barbarian land in Yunnan and Guizhou. We cannot be compared with the students of the Imperial College. They have their own arrogance."
Luo Jiang whispered: "That's true. I heard people say that Jin Lei was highly appreciated by the Imperial Academy in Nanjing. He had amazing talents and learned a lot, and he was still studying the "Book of Documents". He didn't want to learn the other four classics, and it seemed that he only studied "The Book of Documents".
Only in this way can he show his ability."
"Shangshu" is recognized as the most difficult among the Five Classics. Without a good teacher to teach you, you can't even read it. Those who treat "Shangshu" based on the classics belong to the top of the despised chain of all living beings.
Fortunately for Wang Yuan, the original book is the Book of Rites, so he can at least look down upon the author of the Book of Songs.
"Let's go and have a drink. Don't be like these fools." Zou Mu didn't want to start a dispute with others, so he said to Luo Jiang, "Brother Luo, let's go too. Li Sanlang will be the host today."
After all the students left the courtyard, Jin Lei suddenly opened the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the osmanthus tree in the courtyard without saying a word for a long time.
Jin Lei does have something to be proud of. Historically, he ranked first in this year's Yunnan Provincial Examination and 27th in next year's national examination.
Ranked 27th in the country, anyone else would be awesome!
It's a pity that this king was proud of his talent and was not good at dealing with people. Historically, because of his outstanding talent and learning, he was promoted to the sixth rank of Dali Temple in a few years. As a result, he wandered around, and by the end of Zhengde, he actually became the Dianbo of Taichang Temple (the seventh rank).
grade), which was reduced to one grade or two levels.
Judging from his background, he was a student of the Imperial Academy and a dignified Jinshi. He was of good foundation and Miaohong. He also followed the route of the Five Temples, and his status was graceful and noble. He could be promoted even while lying down.
As a result, he looked like a despised person.
…
More than ten days have passed, and everyone is studying books in their rooms, and occasionally going out to eat and drink together.
There were more and more students in Qingyun Street, and all the houses were rented out quickly, leaving newcomers to live in noisy inns.
There are no literary clubs, poetry clubs, etc. Everyone is busy taking exams, so how can they have such leisure? Only when the results are over and the losers leave in dejection, the winners can happily hold a literary gathering.
By the first day of August, you can apply for your admission ticket.
All the students ran out in a swarm, and then Jin Lei came to the courtyard and asked the bookboy to move the table under the tree, where he sat drinking alone and enjoying the osmanthus flowers.
"Everyone in the world grows peaches and plums at the Jinzhang Gate. They scramble for shortcuts, and the spring breeze blows. Once the sky is covered with frost, glory cannot last long... eh..."
What Jin Lei read was Li Bai's "Ode to the Osmanthus", which said that peaches and plums are vulgar and sweet-scented osmanthus is elegant and noble. So what do you mean, all the students who took the exam were vulgar, but he, Jin Lei, was the only one who was noble.
As a result, halfway through reading, Wang Yuan suddenly walked out of the room, and Jin Lei sat there dumbly holding a wine glass.
Wang Yuan cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother Jin is in a good mood."
After living in the same hospital for half a month, the two had brief interactions, but only to the extent of saying hello.
Although Jin Lei was proud of his talent, he still had basic qualities. He cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Why didn't my friend Wang go get the ticket?"
The floating ticket, also called the settlement ticket, is the admission ticket.
The basic information of the candidate is written down, and the seat number is also marked. During the exam, not only do you need to enter with a ticket, but you also have to affix it to the paper and hand it in together.
Wang Yuan saw that there was no bench under the tree, so he sat down on the table and picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. While chewing it, he said: "I'm not stupid. I just started to collect tickets today, and it must be crowded with candidates."
Even if you are a member, you have to wait in line for half a day.”
"Indeed." Jin Lei nodded and said that he planned to apply for the admission ticket another day.
However, what Wang Yuan did just now made Jin Lei extremely disgusted. He actually sat on the table and picked up the cakes to eat. It was simply insulting to the gentlemen!
Jin Lei stopped talking. He had a mental disorder and was unwilling to communicate unless he could see his Dharma.
Wang Yuan didn't say anything. He finished a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, then picked up Jin Lei's wine flask, tilted his neck and poured it directly into his mouth. Well, the wine flask didn't touch his mouth. Wang Erlang was still very hygienic.
"Vulgar person!" Jin Lei muttered in his heart, but somehow did not say the words out loud.
Wang Yuan wiped the pastry crumbs off his hands, stood up and went back into the house. When he came out again, he had a knife in his hand.
"What do you want to do!" Jin Lei was startled and jumped up from the stool.
Wang Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and just practiced his sword skills on his own. He hadn't used a sword for two months.
Jin Lei realized that he had lost his composure, straightened his clothes and sat down again, continuing to drink and enjoy the flowers with a calm expression. Occasionally he glanced at Wang Yuan, but there was nothing interesting to see, because Wang Yuan's sword skills were very ugly.
Back and forth, there are several moves such as chopping, slashing, lifting, hanging, picking, and blocking. Sometimes, basic moves are also combined to create simple combos, which are nothing fancy and beautiful anyway.
Only a true expert can see how terrifying Wang Yuan's sword skills are.
His moves are aimed at the fatal part, and he will either die or be maimed with one strike. Moreover, he is very stable and very fast in moving the sword, and his change of moves is calm and strange. Just his change of moves can scare the veteran, it has nothing to do with the sword technique, it is purely
Wang Yuan's control over the sword is astonishing. He can draw the sword so quickly and accurately, and he still has enough power to move.
Jin Lei has been back to Yunnan for more than a month and has not interacted with many people. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Is your friend Wang a disciple of the Wei School?"
Wang Yuan didn't answer. He practiced sword practice for a quarter of an hour before he stopped and said, "I am a barbarian."
"Uh..." Jin Lei was choked.
"Hahahaha, just joking." Wang Yuan laughed heartily. He was also a little unhappy with this man. Hearing the poem about Gui Gui again today, he couldn't help but come out to make fun of him.
Jin Lei called his book boy and took all the leftover wine and cakes back to his room. He was about to turn around and leave, but couldn't help but turn around and ask: "You Guizhou scholars, who wield swords and swords, are just like rough warriors.
Can’t you just study peacefully and peacefully?”
Wang Yuan asked back: "Which route did you take from Nanjing back to Kunming?"
Jin Lei replied: "Go up the Yangtze River, take Luzhou and go to Kunming."
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Perhaps you can try the post road from Kunming to Guiyang and taking the east route into Huguang."
"Is there any difference?" Jin Lei asked.
Wang Yuan explained: "You are taking the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou line, which has been continuously constructed since the Tang and Song Dynasties. It is relatively flat and open. It is also the most important tea and horse trade route in the three provinces of southwest China. Bandits do not dare to be too arrogant. If you switch to the Yunnan-Guizhou line,
Go try it!”
Jin Lei understood a little bit: "Do the Guizhou bandits still dare to kill people?"
"What do you think?" Wang Yuan said with a smile.
Jin Lei obviously does not believe in evil: "After I finish the provincial examination, I will leave Guiyang and return to Nanjing!"
"I wish you good luck." Wang Yuan said sincerely.
Jin Lei was born into a wealthy family in Dali, and his family had been in business for generations. He had so much money that he could have killed Wang Yuan. He was also talented and intelligent. He ranked first in the Taoist examination at the age of eleven, and was sent to Nanjing to study for seven or eight years. He was scolded by his family.
He spent huge sums of money to hire famous teachers from Nanjing.
For such a person, he had a smooth life since childhood and never suffered any setbacks. Even when he was studying in the Nanjing Imperial College, because of his generosity, countless sycophants gathered around him, and all he heard were compliments and flattery.
God, my second child, it is normal for the eyes to be higher than the top.
In Jinli, if you encounter Guizhou bandits, you can scare them away with just a few words.
This guy has a habit of being independent. When he saw other students reviewing their homework, he simply stopped reading the Four Books and Five Classics, and only read some casual books every day to relax. Even so, he believed that he would definitely be the first in the provincial examination, and it would be impossible for the whole of Yunnan
There are better students than him.
In the next few days, Wang Yuan chatted with Jin Lei twice more, and found that this man was a giant in life. He couldn't even tie the scarf's tie when it came loose, and had to call a book boy for help.
But this guy was really knowledgeable. One night while admiring the moon in the courtyard, he composed a poem on the spot. His level was already higher than that of Song Xuan from Guizhou.
Wang Yuan thinks that such people should become writers and specialize in artistic creation. Being an official would only harm others and themselves.