Imperial College, Wencui Pavilion
Hearing Song Yuanzhi's joking words, Jia Heng neither denied nor admitted. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Song just thinks this strategy is feasible."
Song Yuan's words are somewhat intimate.
Song Yuan smiled and said, "Tomorrow, I will ask the carpenter to order some floor-to-ceiling signs, and let all district dians follow this."
Song Yuan served as a recorder in the pavilion with his position as a civil servant, and almost handled the entire routine work of Wencui Pavilion's library management.
In fact, it can be considered a surrender.
If he wanted to become an official, he could even become a county magistrate in a remote place. However, in order to prepare for the exam in Beijing, Song Yuan went from being high-spirited in his early twenties to being in his early thirties now. He was almost disheartened and simply took up his post in the Imperial College. It is also convenient for preparing for exams.
Jia Heng nodded, and while the two were talking, they heard a clanging sound.
The Wencui Pavilion has also been exhausted, urging the supervisors to leave the pavilion. In half an hour, it will be locked.
Song Yuan smiled and said: "Put these papers away and lock them in the cabinet first. It's getting late, so it's time to go back."
With that said, he locked the jute paper in his hand into the cabinet, then turned around, raised his head and asked, "Is Ziyu staying in the pavilion for food and accommodation?"
Generally speaking, if you have relatives outside the prison, they will not live in prison.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "I'll go back too."
"Is it on Ningrong Street?" Song Yuan asked.
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Willow Alley on Ningrong Street."
Song Yuan smiled and said: "That's just a way. I came in a carriage. I can give you a ride on the way. You can go up and pack your things first."
Jia Heng cupped his hands and thanked him, then turned around and went back to pack his things.
Song Yuan looked at the young man's leaving figure, twirling his short beard under his chin with his hand, and thinking on his face, "The Jia family is really an anomaly."
He came to Beijing at the age of 20 and spent more than ten years in Kyoto. Finally, he married a wife, had children, and bought land and real estate in Kyoto. He was familiar with the powerful people in the capital, and he also knew a little about the Jia family.
"For a century-old prince's family, one or two outstanding children may emerge from time to time and establish a family, which can revive the family's power." Song Yuan thought.
After a while, Jia Heng and Song Yuan left the Imperial Academy with their belongings and umbrella, and boarded a carriage driven by an old servant. The carriage turned and rolled over the water after the rain on the street, far away. go.
On the carriage, the two were talking.
Song Yuan smiled and said: "Ziyu, you have to take the second county examination and spend more time studying the classics. This is the right thing to do. If you don't understand anything in the Four Books, just come and ask me. Don't ask outsiders. I dare not say anything else, but this talent test is a sure win."
Compared with this time in Zui Feng Tower, when the wine was flowing and the ears were hot, and in front of Han Hui, what he said was actually a bit more formal. In private, he was obviously much more sincere.
Hearing this, Jia Heng said gratefully: "Thank you very much, Mr. Song. If you have any questions, I will definitely come and ask him."
Song Yuan smiled and said: "I have been thinking about the imperial examination recently. After all, it is the first step to enter the civil service. The key lies in the ability to manage affairs. If you are not knowledgeable in practical matters, even if you become an official, you will be deceived by cunning and subordinate officials. There is going to be a problem, but fortunately, although Ziyu is young, he has already shown his talent for managing things, which is rare."
This is also a truth that Song Yuan gradually realized after he encountered a wall in the examination room and made a living in Kyoto. He had seen Jia Heng show off his talents and his manners, so he had a few words of emotion.
"Sir, you are ridiculous." Jia Heng said with a straight face: "But what you said is not wrong. The so-called understanding of world affairs is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is writing. Whether it is studying and studying...it is no matter whether it is meritorious service or words and virtue. It is all. In the four words "knowledge and action unite."
Song Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he murmured fourteen words of "Everything in the world is knowledgeable, and human feelings are practiced". He smiled and said: "Zi Yu's words are really a motto for the police station. They are thought-provoking. I don't know which great sage it is." What he said is really every word is precious, every word is difficult and easy."
Obviously, Song Yuan had vaguely had this understanding over the years, but he could not summarize it. Now when he suddenly heard the meaningful words, he felt as if he had seen the clouds and encountered a close friend.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I forgot who said it, I was just feeling emotional for a moment."
Naturally, this remark is not his original work. It comes from... "A Dream of Red Mansions".
Well, it is said that it has something to do with his unmarried wife Qin Keqing. It is recorded in the original Dream of Red Mansions that there is a "Picture of Burning Quinoa" hanging in Keqing's room, with these horizontal couplets posted on both sides.
Song Yuan smiled and said, "I heard from Zi Sheng and Wen Du earlier that Zi Yu also wrote a storybook?"
This was originally said casually by Han Hui. At first, Song Yuan didn't take it to heart, so he naturally didn't ask in detail.
Firstly, it is most disgusting to get to the bottom of this matter. Secondly, I really didn’t take this little boy Jia Heng too seriously before.
Jia Heng was stunned for a moment and said frankly: "I am just short of money and writing articles to make ends meet."
Song Yuan asked in surprise: "Have you ever brought any manuscripts with you?"
Jia Heng thought for a moment and said, "I only have two chapters with me. Sir, do you want to read them now?"
The four beams of the carriage were illuminated by candlelight, and the carriage was as bright as day. From this, it could be seen that Mr. Song's family must be well off.
Seeing Song Yuan nodding, Jia Heng took out the manuscript from the cloth bag he carried with him.
Song Yuan nodded, took the manuscript, and started reading it. When he saw the word "Linjiang Immortal", his face was slightly shocked, he raised his eyes and said in a loud voice: "Zi Yu is really a great talent."
Then, read downwards again.
When Song Junya was a boy, he was also a child prodigy. Not only did he read ten lines at a time, but he also read very quickly, and his eyes seemed to be inseparable. After reading the second chapter, he felt disappointed and said in a complex tone: "It is really a magnificent article, and the grammar has been refined by the classics." , the plot is as bizarre as the picture book, this is a good book, it should be revealed!"
I originally thought it was a young man's imagination, and he might have some strong words and colorful poems, but unexpectedly, it felt like the history pen is like a rafter and every word is like a knife.
Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song is overly praised."
It is worth mentioning that no matter how outstanding his memory is, he cannot reproduce the Three Kingdoms he read in his previous life word for word. The writing style and wording will naturally have something of his own.
Looking through the scriptures and history in past lives, it is revealed inadvertently.
Therefore, he actually somewhat...well-deserved this compliment.
Song Yuan reluctantly handed the manuscript over and said, "If Ziyu has anything to say, please let me take a look."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I'm usually in the pavilion."
Song Yuan added: "Manuscripts like Ziyu's should not let the pearls fall into dust. They should be exposed to the world as soon as possible. There are engravings in the prison, so they should be printed as soon as possible."
As the supreme capital of the country, how could the Imperial College not have institutions such as a publishing house, which would have its own printing presses and engravings for printing lectures and books.
When Jia Heng heard this, his expression paused and he said, "This manuscript has been approved to be printed and published by Hanmo Studio."
Song Yuan sighed and said, "That's such a pity."
Suddenly, he remembered something again. Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "I wonder how much money the contract will cost?"
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said, "One time and two taels."
Song Yuan sighed with emotion: "This price... is considered a common price for newcomers. But if it is engraved with the prison square, Ziyu may be able to get more money to polish his pen."
Jia Heng couldn't help but laugh and said, "It was a pity that I didn't know Mr. Sir."
Song Yuan smiled and said: "However, Hanmo Zhai has a wide range of connections, and it is said that the owner behind it has strong financial resources. If Ziyu's book sells well in the world, it is unknown whether the price will be renegotiated."
Jia Heng said: "I hope so."
The two were talking, and the servant outside the car window said in a loud voice: "Master, we are home."
Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song, just come here. I'll just go down and walk. It's not far ahead."
Song Yuan smiled and said: "I originally wanted to let you have a drink at home, but I was in a hurry and feared that the reception would not be good enough. Let's do it tomorrow. I will ask my servants to see you off. Just go home first."
After saying that, Song Yuan did not wait for Jia Heng to refuse, first raised the car curtain and said: "Old Wu, see Mr. Jia off for me."
