Bai Jingtao was robbed of his love by Bai Dongjiang and had no way to reply, so he had to go to study in frustration.
At the same time, the county examination in Qinghe County, thousands of miles away, was finally about to begin.
Although Zheng Yucheng had told Zhao Cheng many times that the county exam was nothing to worry about, but before the exam came, Zheng Yucheng still asked Zhao Cheng a few questions.
"Shang Shu said that one section of Ming, one section of Da Gao, and one section of Toast must be memorized. The county examination questions in recent years have always focused on these sections. I also read last year's questions, and they are always the same."
"Mao's poems are in Huang Yijuan, Xingweijuan and Kaifengjuan. You should read more. You are more familiar with Shangshu, but Mao's poems are a little behind."
Zhao Cheng took note of this while placing his newly made herbal tea jar on the table in the courtyard. Zheng Xiaoyueer cheered and ran over to move the tea jar.
However, she was too weak to move the jar. Zheng Yucheng said to Zhao Cheng with a distressed look on his face: "Why did you bring so much tea again? Xiaoyue'er didn't sleep after drinking, so Jingyi had to stay with her."
Zhao Cheng laughed and said, "This is the last jar. If you drink up this jar, you won't have any more desire."
Zheng Yucheng took the exercise book written by Zhao Chengping and looked through it again: "Have you practiced the poem?"
Zhao Cheng said with some embarrassment: "I practiced a few songs occasionally, but they weren't very good."
He is not too worried about poetry writing, because he can be a copywriter, but it can only be used for exams, and he never dares to use it for daily homework. So when Zheng Yucheng asked, Zhao Cheng had to be vague.
Zheng Yucheng was not too harsh: "It doesn't matter. Poetry depends on talent. You can't make a good poem just by practicing. As long as it is satisfactory, it will be fine."
"I'd like to ask for advice. Think carefully and practice more according to the questions I gave you. Don't panic. It's better to be mediocre than make mistakes. Otherwise, your previous results will be ruined because of small mistakes in the last few questions. They were all ruined."
After some instructions, Zheng Yucheng had nothing to explain, so he said to Zhao Cheng: "Go back and read the questions I circled for you, and then stop thinking about anything and prepare for the exam."
"You don't have to work too hard these days. The so-called civil and military methods are to relax. Only with full energy can you cope with this big test."
"Okay, without further ado, I would like to wish you a successful start and a title on the gold list!"
Zhao Cheng also bowed respectfully to Zheng Yucheng.
Although Zheng Yucheng never accepted him as a disciple, his affection, attitude towards him, and academic guidance were almost the same as those of a closed disciple.
During this period, I even had a lot of meals at Zheng Yucheng's house. Mrs. Zheng's cooking skills were not bad, which made Zhao Cheng feel the warmth of home.
"Go, go, relax!" Zheng Yucheng smiled and waved to him.
The time that Zhao Cheng was studying here also allowed Zheng Yucheng to relive the feeling he had when he was teaching his disciples.
Since that incident, he has never accepted a disciple. Although he appears to be aloof, he doesn't want to wash away his own grievances.
The appearance of Zhao Cheng just released the emotions he had accumulated over the years. He hoped to see Zhao Cheng rush to the top of the list and use reality to severely fight back the emperor's suspicion of him.
Zhao Cheng left the Zheng family and went around to the newly opened Dashun Zhai in the south of the city to have lunch.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Hong Shengde finally couldn't stand it anymore and went out of business. Zhang Dashun got his revenge and stood at the door of the restaurant, laughed three times and announced that Dashun Zhai would be free for one day.
Then Zhang Dashun invested in opening the first branch in the south of the city. It was full on the first day of opening. The business was so booming that Zhang Dashun was so happy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Zhao Cheng's dividends also increased, and his monthly income immediately doubled.
The newly opened Dashun Zhai did not hire a chef. It was still a cook hired by Yahang. She worked at the Dashun Zhai main store for a month to make sure that there was no problem with the taste, and then she took charge of the new restaurant.
Zhang Dashun's move clearly meant that he no longer trusted those chefs. After experiencing a betrayal, it would be difficult to regain the original trust.
The cooking skills of the cook are actually quite good. Although the ingredients or cooking techniques may be far inferior to those of the chef, the advantage is the unlimited supply of MSG. So delicious.
Zhao Chengshuan is a shareholder, so he doesn't have to spend money to eat at Dashunzhai. I ordered two dishes, one with mandarin duck beef tendon and one with vegetable stir-fried bracken, which filled my stomach in two bites.
I have to say that the cooks at Dashunzhai are also making progress. This plate of mandarin duck beef tendon is much more delicious than the one that Zhao Cheng had originally eaten.
Maybe the exam is approaching. Many people eating in the restaurant look like they are preparing for the exam. They can't wait to read even while eating.
These people all came to Qinghe County a few days in advance before the exam to find a place to stay. Because the results will be released two or three days after the exam, they must have a convenient place to live.
After Zhao Cheng had lunch, he rushed to the MSG warehouse outside the city. Since moving outside the city, it has become much more convenient to collect production raw materials such as rice and firewood.
But the life of a dozen barbarians was a little more troublesome. Zhao Cheng hired a cook to cook for them every day, so the cook also served as a purchaser.
After leaving the city gate, we went straight to Qingshui River and walked along the river bank.
The weather in early spring still feels very cold, but the ice in the Qingshui River has completely melted, the soil on the river bank has become extremely soft, and the weeds have begun to sprout buds.
A group of students walking along the river seemed to be arguing about something.
Zhao Cheng approached from behind and only heard a voice from the crowd saying: "The imperial examination is a national talent promotion ceremony. Why can't I, An Dongjun, participate?"
Zhao Cheng was taller. He glanced into the crowd and saw a tall man in white clothes saying angrily.
"Your native place is not in Qinghe County. If you want to participate, you should go back to your hometown to participate." The scholar standing opposite An Dongjun said.
An Dongjun said angrily: "My origin is in Longquan, thousands of miles away from here. Even if I rush back, it will be too late!"
"What's more, my grandfather's family is from Qinghe County, so why am I not considered a Qinghe County person? I took the county examination in Qinghe County, and the teachings approved it!"
Hearing An Dongjun mention the teachings, these scholars fell silent, but some people still said: "Then I have to wish the talented scholar from Longquan the top spot in the Anda University High School!"
Even Zhao Cheng, who was standing outside the crowd, could hear the strong sourness in this man's words.
In fact, it’s no wonder that the local scholars objected. There are only about thirty places in a county examination. Every more person comes in, the competitiveness increases. This An Dongjun is from Longquan, but he went to Qinghe County to take part in the imperial examination. , it is clear that he is here to bully people.
