With no outsiders present, Song Yuan's attitude was obviously much closer, and he said with a smile: "Zisheng has already told me about Mr. Jia. As a Dian Shu, he usually organizes books, and the work is quite leisurely. The monthly salary is one or two, although it is meager. Some, but the pavilion will provide free meals and accommodation, and you can also borrow books for reading in the pavilion. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all available. You just need to be careful and try not to take them out of the prison to prevent gossip, and provide them separately. Two sets of regular shirts in spring and summer for the students in the prison to identify themselves when entering the pavilion. This is a token that allows them to come and go without hindrance."
As he said this, he handed over a thin book and said, "Master Jia, put your name on it for inspection by the school inspector."
Jia Heng took it with both hands, read it, picked up the brush on the side, and signed in the blank space.
Then, give the token to Jia Heng.
Jia Heng stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song."
This person, Song Yuan and Song Lu, will be his direct boss from now on. However, the salary for this position is really meager. One tael of silver is just enough to make ends meet.
The eldest maids of the Jia family... that's about it.
Song Yuan said: "Young master Jia, you are welcome. I will take you to the third floor first. You will be on duty in the third floor A area on weekdays."
"Thank you." Jia Heng cupped his hands and followed Song Yuan out of the hall, climbed the wooden ladder, and headed towards the third floor.
Along the way, Jia Heng met many supervisors who were rushing back and forth with books in their hands. When he met Song and Jia, they didn't look at them strangely, and they were silent all the way.
On the third floor, next to the window, there is an ear room with a hollow wooden window. The space inside is not big or small, with tables, chairs, bookcases, and everything else.
When Jia Heng entered, he felt that the window was bright and clean. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk by the window. He felt that the working environment was not bad, at least it was very quiet.
Song Yuan saw Jia Heng's expression and knew that he was satisfied, so he smiled and said: "The bibliographies in District A are all listed in the bookcase for inspection and verification."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "The literary garden in the pavilion is soaked with energy, which is a good place to study and prepare for exams."
Song Yuan smiled and said: "What Mr. Jia said is true, but if Mr. Jia is preparing for the exam, he must hurry up. The place in Kyoto is different from the local area. The county and prefectural exams are all in the winter months. If Mr. Jia wants to take the exam, , only two or three months."
In fact, he was also a little confused as to why Han Hui was so interested in this young man who had not yet entered school. Could it be that this Jia... had another name?
"The examination period in Kyoto is different from that in other places?" Jia Heng was surprised, then cupped his hands and said, "I still need to ask Song Lu for advice."
Judging from the past few days, the Chen-Han system did not completely follow the Ming system, but was more of a mixture of the Tang, Song and Ming systems.
Just like the generals in "A Dream of Red Mansions", temperance, control, and defense go hand in hand, and the official system is like the Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties integrated into one.
Song Yuandao said: "There are three examinations at the county, prefectural and hospital levels, and two examinations every three years. In local areas, they are mostly presided over by the county magistrate, governor, and academic administration. The examination period is not fixed, but it usually takes place in March and April in spring. However, in Jingzhao prefectures and counties, , but there is a difference. Since the Taizong Dynasty, the exam has been taken at the end of the winter month, and the second county and prefecture exams can be considered for admission. If you want to enter school and gain the reputation of being a scholar, you can take this subject."
In fact, it can be seen that Kyoto is intentionally different from other places. Not only that, even the admission quota is different.
Even the provincial examination is divided into three rankings, North and South. Wanting one set of papers for the whole country is something that has never been possible in the imperial dynasty!
Jia Heng was suddenly enlightened and said, "That's it."
His idea was to rely on his second generation's super memory and learning ability to become a scholar in March next year, autumn in August, and spring of the following year. He didn't ask for any ranking, as long as he could win, even if he was the last one.
Of course, before you do this, you must not express it to others, and you must not show any wild and unrestrained contempt.
Song Yuandao said: "Master Jia is only fourteen years old. Even if he takes the exam again next year, it is not too late. But now in Dongyue, it is a bit hasty."
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "What Song Lu said is true."
After introducing the workplace, he led Jia Heng out of Wencui Pavilion and towards a slightly dilapidated attic behind it. It was considered a daily residence, a small room. Of course, not many people actually lived there. There were many in the Imperial College. Everyone has other houses nearby.
Perhaps it was because of Han Hui that Song Lushi was very considerate and personally took Jia Heng around several places in the Imperial College and showed him where the prison students would go to class.
When they came back, an hour had passed. Song Lushi took Jia Heng back to Wencui Pavilion. He first asked Jia Heng to stay on the third floor of the pavilion to familiarize himself with the documents. If you have anything to ask, just come and ask.
Then, someone sent a letter to Han Hui.
When the sun set in the west, Jia Heng was reading the list of books on the cabinet in the pavilion, when he heard a hearty laugh from outside, saying: "Brother Jia."
Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at the person who came. When he saw it was Han Hui, he stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zisheng, when did you come? Brother Wendu is also here, please."
Han Hui and Yu Zhen exchanged pleasantries before entering the pavilion and finding a chair to sit on.
Jia Heng poured a cup of tea for each of them and said, "We have just arrived here. Everything is complicated and we still need to get acquainted with it. I have to go over and visit the two brothers later."
Han Hui smiled and said: "Wendu and I have just finished school. I heard from Mr. Song that you were coming, so I stopped by to have a look. Why, are you still used to everything in the pavilion?"
When I returned home the day before yesterday, I showed the song "Linjiang Immortal" to my father. After reading it, my father was speechless for a long time and murmured several times about many things in ancient and modern times, all of which were laughed at.
Until dinner time in the evening, I was filled with emotion and sigh.
Of course, Han Huang was curious and asked Han Hui for the name of the poet. It was hard to believe that these poems were actually written by a young man who was not as good as a weakling. Later, he heard what Han Hui said was just a sigh of praise for history. , so there is no doubt.
Today, during lunch, I heard a familiar man in prison, Hu Kan, talk about it. This gentleman's family has little wealth and he is used to hanging out in romantic places, so he mentioned the interesting anecdotes that happened in Cuihong Mansion.
Unexpectedly, the young man named Jia in front of him actually got angry and beat up the Jia clan leader.
Jia Heng said: "The Imperial Academy has beautiful bells and beautiful people, and many scholars come and go. This place is even more quiet, which is perfect for studying. I would like to thank Brother Han for taking the trouble to find this good place."
"Brother Jia doesn't mind that the salary is meager. Fortunately, with Brother Jia's talent, it is only a temporary solution." Han Hui smiled and waved his hand, holding a folding fan in his hand, pointing to the sky outside, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, how about we go out to eat together and talk while eating?"
Jia Heng nodded and said with a smile, "I'll talk to Mr. Song."
"Mr. Song, I guess you have gone back by now." Han Hui said with a smile.
However, some people were talking without thinking. While they were talking, Song Yuan was already under the eaves of the corridor. He was holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand and said with a smile: "Master Jia... um, Zi Sheng is here too?"
Han Hui smiled and said: "Mr. Song, I didn't see you in the official hall just now. Did I think you had left? I was about to go out to have something to eat with Zi Sheng. It's better to meet by chance. We'll go down together later."
Song Yuan put the manuscript on the tables aside, with a smile on his face, and said: "I came here just to call Mr. Jia down and help Mr. Jia wash away his dust."
Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song's title of son is really bad for late life. If you don't want to give up, just call me Ziyu."
Sometimes, it is very inconvenient to call each other without words.
But since he didn't go to school and had no relatives or elders, he had to choose a temporary name for himself.
Heng is jade, but it is gentle and moist, but lacks sharpness. Adding a golden sword is just what I want.
"A gentleman is like Heng, whose feathers are shining brightly. Heng is a beautiful jade. Ziyu is the epitome, which is appropriate." Song Yuan smiled and praised.
Jia Heng smiled and corrected: "This jade is not that jade. It is called gold and gold added to jade."
Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "A gentleman is like jade, like cutting with each other, like polishing, like polishing. Ziyu's self-encouragement is reflected in the words, which is rare and rare."
Yu Zhen smiled and said: "Mr. Song can explain everything, everything."
Jia Heng also took a deep look at Song Yuan and thought to himself, as expected of the Imperial Academy, there must be grass within ten steps.
Han Hui also smiled and said: "Then I will change my tune and call you Brother Ziyu."
After that, Jia Heng packed up, and they left the Wencui Pavilion, went out of the Imperial Academy, and headed towards the Zui Feng Tower.
