In the county government office, Xu County Cheng walked quickly and came to the back hall.
"Your Majesty, the cultural gathering is over."
County magistrate Zhao Hongfei nodded, put down the pen in his hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work. The state's academic affairs are being arranged. Students from all over the state have gathered, and the great scholars are sitting in town, talking about literature and making friends. This can be regarded as a major event for us in Jiang'an County to celebrate the empress." , now it has been successfully completed, and you have done a great job."
He looked at Xu County Cheng and was very satisfied, "You have worked hard recently. First you supervised the construction of the pulley for the labor camp, and then you supervised the cultural gathering. I have ordered people to send greetings and give a banquet to Mr. Zheng in the evening to celebrate him winning Wenkui." , you go with me!"
The imagined scene of Xu County Cheng being overjoyed and shouting that he was willing to serve your father-in-law did not appear. Instead, he stood there hesitant to speak. Zhao Hongfei squinted his eyes, picked up the tea cup, and said calmly: "The County Magistrate is unwilling ?”
Xu County Cheng, who was still hesitating about what to say, heard this and stopped worrying. He quickly said: "Your Majesty, the Wen Kui of this literary meeting is not Mr. Zheng."
Magistrate Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Mingquan's great-grandson has spent a lot of money. It doesn't matter. Anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on. I don't think Mr. Zheng will be unhappy at all."
Xu County Cheng hesitated for a moment, "That one is not Mr. Lin either. Mr. Zheng was defeated head-on, lost three of the four tests, and finally gave up Wen Kui."
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Zhao Hongfei's eyes widened and he was shocked.
"Who is here? A talented person from another state? Or a talented person from the Imperial Academy in Zhongjing City?"
Xu Xian Cheng thought of the pulley earth-moving method that shattered his dream. He sighed in his heart and said, "It's either these people or the prisoner you released from the labor camp, Xia Jingyun."
The tea cup in Magistrate Zhao's hand immediately fell to the ground and broke into several pieces on the bluestone floor.
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In the labor camp, the supervising craftsman Zhang Dazhi walked slowly past dozens of pulleys with his hands behind his back, like an old farmer inspecting crops in the field.
In the past few days, he came to the labor camp every day and had thoroughly understood the principles of these pulleys. He also thought of many ways to improve and improve them, and also thought of many scenarios where this method could be used.
When he compiles it into a book later and returns to Zhongjing City, this thing alone can make him pay a job that satisfies his superiors.
After all, the efficiency of this pulley earth-moving method is really amazing. After using this method, the efficiency has improved a lot, and people have not been thrown into the mass graves for several days.
"This Xia Jingyun has something special!"
Zhang Dazhi smiled and said, "Lao San, do you think I should show kindness and accept him as a general prisoner?"
He turned around and spoke with a smile, then looked at the empty side and scratched his head in embarrassment, forgetting that the boy had gone to see the excitement of the cultural gathering.
He thought to himself for a while, then checked the progress of the observation deck. After confirming that there was nothing to worry about, he slowly got up and walked towards the city.
After just a few steps, a fast horse ran towards me. Seeing Zhang Dazhi, the young man on the horse quickly turned over and dismounted, "Master!"
The identity of a craftsman is naturally passed on from master to apprentice. This time, Zhang Dazhi brought his three beloved apprentices with him, who could not only help him take care of his life, but also increase his training.
Seeing his disciple, Zhang Dazhi smiled and said, "Have you finished reading the Wenhui? Is it good?"
"nice!"
The young man nodded sharply and was about to speak when Zhang Dazhi already said, "Now that you've finished reading, go and help Master with something."
"Master, you command."
"Go to Nantian Alley in the city, find Xia Jingyun who presented the earth-moving method on a pulley, and invite him over."
The young man was startled, "Master, what are you doing with him?"
Zhang Dazhi was not angry, and said patiently: "I just thought about it, this kid has such ingenuity, maybe he is a good material, Master, I am kind-hearted, give him a good fortune, let him serve as a general prison, and protect him You will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life.”
The young man's expression suddenly became strange, "Master, let me tell you about my literary meeting today."
"Not interested." Zhang Dazhi waved his hand, "Go and do some work first, and talk about it later when you're done."
"I'd better say it first."
"Is your skin itchy?"
"Xia Jingyun took Wen Kui from the Wen Hui!"
"Even if he won the first prize, I would also..." Zhang Dazhi, who was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to reorganize his family, suddenly froze, "What did you say?"
"The Wenkui of the Wenhui is Xia Jingyun. He competed with Mr. Zheng, the number one young master in Sishui Prefecture, and won three of the four tests and tied with Wenkui."
Zhang Dazhi picked his ears to confirm that he heard correctly, and said in disbelief: "Is that the previous worker?"
The young man nodded, "I saw it with my own eyes."
Zhang Dazhi rubbed his face and regained his composure, "Oh my god! What kind of monster is this?"
The young man smiled half-heartedly, "Master, do I still have to go and give him a blessing?"
Zhang Dazhi blushed and kicked him, "What's so funny? It means that your master and I are not wrong about you!"
"Yes, yes, master is really good at judging people!"
Zhang Dazhi took a sip and said, "Go back and prepare, get some money, and go out with me tonight!"
"Where are you going?"
"Nantian Alley! You have old connections here, but you don't know how to post them? You're so stupid, forget it!"
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Just as the master and apprentice were leading their horses slowly toward the city, a carriage also slowly drove into Jiang'an City.
The car drove directly to the door of a house in the city. A man who looked like an old servant stood guard at the door. He immediately placed a dismounting stool next to the carriage. Sishui Prefecture Xuexuezheng Song Yanzhi slowly stepped out of the car.
Today's literary gathering was organized by him, so he should be present and even judge the final winner as the first judge.
But Wen Kui was definitely his beloved disciple Zheng Tianyu. In order to avoid suspicion, he had to stagger the time and set off from Jianning County early this morning.
He rubbed his sore waist. Under the call of the Jianning prefect, the courtesans in Jianning were so enthusiastic that he was trapped in the gentle land and could not extricate himself.
As he walked in, he asked, "Did Zhongming go out to celebrate?"
Not hearing the old servant's answer, Song Xuezheng turned to look at him, "Huh?"
The old servant hesitated for a moment, "Master Zheng didn't get Wenkui."
Song Xuezheng's reaction was exactly the same as that of Magistrate Zhao. He thought that Lin Feibai had risked his life and gambled all the money accumulated by his ancestors in exchange for this Wen Kui. However, based on his understanding of Lin Feibai, the other party definitely did not have the courage, so he frowned. He frowned, "Did Zhong Ming fail to catch up or did someone play some dirty tricks at the venue?"
He knew the process of the cultural meeting clearly. If someone really bribed the old guard and deliberately made things difficult, it would really be possible for Zheng Tianyu to fail in the first three levels.
Although this possibility is almost non-existent.
The old servant shook his head, "No, Mr. Zheng was directly defeated by others during the competition."
"Nonsense!" Song Xuezheng suddenly shouted angrily, "There is no such person in the entire Sishui Prefecture!"
But as expected of Zhou Xue Zheng, he quickly calmed down and looked at the old servant, "How did the other party defeat him? Couplet? Counting? Oh, no, it was just for fun, that is to say, the other party made Have you written a better poem than Zhongming?"
The old servant hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth, "The two sides competed for four levels in total, and Mr. Zheng and that man tied at the first level."
"Which level did you lose?"
"The rest lost."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"I dare not lie to the master, it is indeed the case."
Song Xuezheng took a few deep breaths and said coldly: "Tell me the whole story in detail!"
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In another courtyard not far from the house, in the pavilion in the backyard, four great scholars were standing or sitting, all of them frowning and worried.
"I've been thinking about it for so long, do you have any strategy?"
"If we could really come up with a strategy so easily, would we have thought about it for so long?"
Seeing that the topic was about to enter an endless loop again, a great scholar couldn't help but muttered: "In my opinion, we shouldn't do that. It's better now. Not only will we lose our reputation for half a lifetime, but we will also offend such a big Buddha." !”
"Okay, you can just lie to us, and everyone won't take it seriously. If outsiders hear this, I don't know how they will ridicule you."
"Yes, we are all our own people here, let's not hide it. If we can turn a blind eye to what the descendants of the Lin family do, we will naturally be biased towards the son of a loyal disciple and the governor. Even if we come back ten times, we will do the same thing. The problem is, who would have thought that behind the ordinary Xia Jingyun, there is Mr. Yun!"
"That makes sense. It doesn't matter what outsiders think. What's important is that at this critical moment when Concubine De is about to give birth to a bride, we must not let Mr. Yun hate us."
"These are the words of gold and jade. People in the world are ignorant and forget when they turn around. But if Mr. Yun hates us, I'm afraid we will have no choice but to go back and study hard."
The expressions of several great scholars changed suddenly, as if they had seen the end of the world.
Just like when you are mourning a heir, a servant hurriedly ran over and said, "Professors, it's time to learn."
The four people stood up immediately, "lead the way quickly!"
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When this astonishing news spread at an alarming speed and caused endless waves, the protagonist of the news was walking towards Yun Mansion with Feng Xiuyun.
