Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, but they are more likely for those who are bold.
The Han Army's Zhenglan Banner won the first A grade in the Tang'a Classical Examination, and the ten breaths came out after the exam started.
"The third staff leader and the fourth assistant leader Chang Bingzhong, classic test armor and so on!"
The pen-and-stick call-out made Jia Liu realize that the scene before him was by no means absurd, but a real reality.
At the same time, I am convinced that this is really an era where he can show his talents.
Because, as long as you have money, it will be fine.
With the first hero, soon the second and third heroes appeared.
"Second Staff Officer and First Assistant Officer Shu Wenqing requested to hand over the papers!"
"The Fourth Counselor and the Sixth Counselor, Niu Wanjiang, request to hand over the papers!"
Lao Ma, who was sitting on the chair, didn't show any surprise. He still took the paper as before, and after a quick glance, he gave an A-level grade.
In the blink of an eye, eight people handed in their papers.
A slightly short pen-sticker is responsible for collecting the blank papers on the table one by one and folding them carefully, because these papers will be returned to the warehouse and will be needed in the future.
This grand fraud was an eye-opener for Jia Liu.
But others are others, and he is him.
Showing absolute respect for rules (leadership) at all times is one of the "three absolutes" principles he summarized in his previous life.
The other two principles are to be enthusiastic enough about the masses and never let the masses misunderstand their work.
The other is to never pretend to understand something you don’t understand. If you don’t understand anything, never make an opinion if you don’t understand it. You must ask for instructions and report it.
An exam is an exam. Even if Lao Ma takes money from everyone present behind his back, as long as he is the examiner, Jia Liu, as an examinee, must play the role of an examinee well.
For example, if Chang Bingzhong is so self-reliant that he has done all the homework and ignores the rules and hands in the paper at the beginning, it is obvious that he is not experienced enough in the world of people and is disrespectful to the seal master Ma Zhangjing.
Jia Liu could not make this mistake, even if it would not affect his preparation for the Baitang'a exam at all.
Facts have proved that after the three people handed in their papers at the beginning, Lao Ma once raised his head and looked around at the remaining candidates and nodded slightly.
Jia Liu was distracted. After recalling the questions that his elder brother-in-law had answered, he began to answer the questions seriously.
The rest of the students who had not submitted the papers were also answering the questions seriously. Some people clearly had ready-made papers in their hands, but they still sat there and pretended to answer the questions seriously.
Of course, there were many people who directly put the answers on the table and copied them openly. The two "station supervisors" turned a blind eye to this.
The taller one thoughtfully picked up the answers someone had dropped on the floor, put them gently back on the table, tapped them, and nodded slightly. I don't know if it meant that it was a good thing that you didn't hand in the paper in advance, or that all of your answers were correct.
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Jia Liu, who had already memorized the answers written by his eldest brother-in-law, didn't take long to finish the paper. Then he quietly looked up at Lao Ma who was sitting in front of him and found that he was holding a newspaper and reading it attentively.
From time to time, he would pick up the tea bowl from the table next to him and take a sip.
This newspaper was indeed the newspaper that Jia Liu knew. The official name was "Gongwen". It was edited, printed and distributed by the copy room of the Military Department at Donghua Gate.
In addition to printing the latest court affairs and emperor's edicts, palace documents also publish some ministerial memorials that can be made public. Since there are many words in the front and back, they are usually printed in the evening and issued the next day.
Unlike Di Bao, which is open to people all over the world, palace documents are only for officials of the big and small yamen in Beijing, and the other provincial guild halls in outer cities.
No matter what age you are, officials must keep abreast of the latest instructions from senior officials and the latest trends in the court, so that they can seize various opportunities.
Of course, for Lao Ma, who is almost 60 years old and is still a fifth-level printing house, it doesn't matter whether he has a chance or not. The main thing is to kill time.
After the time for touching a stick of incense passed, someone finally couldn't sit still and started handing in papers.
Jia Liu was not in a hurry, and after he had handed in half of the paper, he stood up and put the paper on the table in front of Lao Ma, and stood aside respectfully.
I originally thought that Lao Ma would take a look at the paper before giving a grade as before, but I didn't expect that this time Lao Ma wouldn't even look at it and directly waved his hand and said: "Grade A, go out and wait."
Jia Liu was stunned for a moment and quickly bowed to thank him and walked lightly outside the house.
I feel a little disappointed. His handwriting is very beautiful.
In his previous life, in order to practice calligraphy well, Jia Liu went to work as a teacher by the deputy director of his workplace, Ma, and paid tens of thousands in tuition alone over the years.
The result was such a good calligraphy that even the old man didn't even look at it. Jia Liu's heart was not empty, but at least he was given a first grade, which made him happy again.
However, Jia Liu soon lost his joy because he found that no matter whether it was the one who came out in front of him or the one who came out behind him, Lao Ma always gave first-class results.
Thirty-four people, thirty-four first-class.
Jia Liu is already thinking about scolding his mother. If everyone’s classical examination scores are all A-level, if they are also given A-level grades in riding and archery, how will the second, third, and fourth levels be determined?
There is no way that just because everyone has given money, they will all be ranked second class.
"Why did it take so long to come out? Did you fail the test?" Chang Bingzhong, who came back from the latrine, saw that Jia Liu's face was not good-looking, so he thought there was something wrong with his paper.
Jia Liu said in a dull voice: "I am the same as you."
Chang Bingzhong was surprised: "Then why are you so embarrassed?"
Jia Liu curled his lips and said, "Everyone is first-class."
"Yeah, what's the matter? Isn't this good?"
Chang Bingzhong looked puzzled.
Helpless, Jia Liu had no choice but to emphasize again: "I mean, everyone is first-class!"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Chang Bingzhong still looked puzzled: "Is there any problem?"
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Jia Liu was too lazy to talk to this big-hearted dog friend.
He was worried that if a few blind cats among the thirty-three people encountered dead rats and were better at riding and shooting than him, then he might not be able to get into the second-class Baitang'a.
So I was wondering if I should go back at noon to discuss with my father, and give the person in charge of the riding and shooting test some money, and use the extra money to become the real winner. Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Zhao Guodong and two officials walking in.
Jia Liu was standing at the entrance of the courtyard. Zhao Guodong nodded to him specially, and then walked into the room where the examination papers were being collected with the other two people.
After a while, a pen-poster came out and shouted: "All candidates, come here!"
Everyone rushed over.
"The classic exam is over. Someone will take you to the Deshengmen school grounds later. Don't run around when you get there. Otherwise, don't complain if you miss the riding and archery exam."
As soon as this post was finished, the crowd of candidates who were preparing for the post started shouting "coaxing", and someone asked at that time: "Didn't I say that I was going to Deshengmen to take the riding and archery test in the afternoon? Why are I going now?"
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He wrote in a pen: "I just received a notice from the Military Aircraft Department that the twenty-four banners of the Manchu, Mongolian and Han Dynasties are going to take a unified examination. It is too late to take the exam in the afternoon, so our eight banners of the Han army have to enter the venue in advance."
"If we enter the venue early, what will happen to our horses?"
"Yes, our horses are all at home."
"What about lunch? We can't let us take the exam hungry."
"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have brought the bird here."
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Noisy.
The postist may not know the specific arrangements, so he hurriedly went in to ask, and came out to tell everyone that there would be special horses for everyone to take the exam, and food would also be arranged at the school grounds.
After hearing these words, all the disciples who were preparing to serve fell silent.
"Take the exam in advance. Just take the exam in advance. You have to take the exam anyway." Chang Bingzhong looked indifferent.
Jia Liu didn't care. What he was worried about now was what would happen if the cavalry and archery were also grade A. He wanted to ask Lao Zhao, but he was talking to Ma Zhangjing in the house and never came out.
Soon, someone came over and brought a group of candidates to the gate of Dutong Yamen.
On the way, Jia Liu saw a group of craftsmen using ropes to bring down a statue of Yue Fei that had been erected for hundreds of years. There was a brand new statue of Guan Sheng next to it.
It is obvious that the statue of Yue Fei, which has withstood hundreds of years of ups and downs, should be replaced with a statue of Guan Sheng.
After returning to the gate, Jia Liu saw five or six carriages parked there, which seemed to be for them, the juniors who were preparing to go to Deshengmen Campus.
On the steps, there were several third- and fourth-grade Dutong Yamen officials who were whispering something. When they saw a group of reserve disciples coming out of the side door, these officials glanced at them and turned away to continue discussing something in a low voice.
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When passing by the steps, Jia Liu seemed to hear something about Jinchuan and Lord Dutong.
Because several third- and fourth-grade officials were present, everyone did not dare to speak and walked to the carriage with their heads lowered. After counting the heads of people in the horse registration room, they arranged for everyone to get on the carriage.
At this time, I heard the sound of hoofbeats coming from the entrance of the alley, and then I saw a dozen horsemen galloping towards me.
"Hush!"
Arriving at the entrance of the Yamen, the leader, a young man wearing a second-grade coral crown and a lion's men's uniform, reined in his horse, and behind him were all the guards wearing yellow mantles.
Before the young man could get off his horse, the official on the steps crossed his sleeves, bent his left knee forward, bent his right leg backward, and said in unison: "See Fu Dutong!"
"See Fudutong!"
The soldiers on duty at the Yamen Gate all bowed to one knee and bowed in salute.