Qingxue Mansion School.
The master who was teaching today was a little strange: "What day is it today? Why are there so many people in the school? Zhu Jinwen, don't you always like the way of businessmen and don't like reading and poetry?"
"Could it be that you want to come to my bed to enlighten your mind, study hard, and seek fame?"
The chubby Zhu Xiucai was leaning against the window, with a disc commonly seen in casinos behind him. With a smile on his face, he responded to the Master's words: "Master, don't make fun of me. If my head were placed anywhere else, it would definitely be a Material for lifting people up!”
"But who allowed us to be born in Xiangzhou? Thanks to the blessings of our seniors, we are so big in Xiangzhou, and it is obviously the prefecture and county that has won the most awards, but we only have three candidates in total!"
"There are 120 places for candidates to be elected in Kyoto!"
"Students are smart. I have figured it out a long time ago. Instead of fighting for this, it is better to do business well and spread the branches and leaves of my Zhu family in the future."
"Maybe, among my descendants, there will be someone who can help our Xiangzhou out of trouble. I, Lao Zhu, can be considered as my contribution to Xiangzhou. As for me, forget it!"
Zhu Xiucai patted his big belly: "We don't know for sure, so we can't do anything about studying!"
The old master was even more puzzled: "Then why did you come to school today? You didn't come to tease me! It's hard to see you in class on weekdays. Even in exams, you, the third young master of Qingxue Mansion, are like grandfathers. I don't like you here!"
My wife is old and a professor of civil studies. She speaks informally and is quite humorous.
Zhu Xiucai scratched his head: "Sir, you really don't know, do you?"
"what do you know?"
Zhu Xiucai was half-length, crawling on the desk and talking: "Today, the case from Cai County is coming!"
"Is a case leader worthy of your attention?"
"This is not an ordinary case! His surname is Zhou. He has already written one or two Mingzhou poems and one Dafu poem. He has already entered the country before he was favored by the saint!" The old master squinted his eyes, even more confused.
"Ah! Zhou Mingzhou? He wrote "Little Pine" and spoke of Zhou Mingzhou, who was once considered the best in the world?" The old master was so excited that he almost pulled off the beard on his face.
Zhu Xiucai came from a rich family, and even the old masters in the government would not dare to offend him.
For Master, it would be best if these little ancestors did not come to class. If they did, it would make him suffer the old sins.
Zhu Xiucai took out the big plate hidden behind his back and said, "Master, do you want to place a bet too?"
"What bet?"
"The Lao Niu family has some resources in the military!"
Next to Zhu Xiucai, a strong young man with a dark and honest face smiled. He looked more like a martial artist. He appeared in the Fuxue School and looked strange and somewhat coordinated.
When Niu Xiucai heard what Zhu Xiucai said, he had an embarrassed smile on his face: "Old Zhu, was there no news from your family last night?"
The two talked in circles.
The old master is a little anxious. He is old and still adheres to Confucianism and Taoism in Xiangzhou. He has a pursuit of poetry in his heart.
There is even greater pursuit of the future of Xiangzhou’s cultural context.
When he read Zhou Dagu's poems, he once felt that this person must be the person who could save the Daying context.
"Zhou Dagu, when can you come?" He also wanted to meet Zhou Mingzhou, who was famous in Xiangzhou!
Zhu Xiucai pointed to the gambling board: "Last night, someone saw Zhou Mingzhou entering the city. The young man who entered the city was holding a letter of introduction from Director Zhang of Cai County!"
The old master felt at ease and had a smile on his face: "He went to the city last night. Presumably, he should be able to come to Fuxue to report today. Maybe he will still be on the way!"
Zhu Xiucai shook his head and said, "But that man also said that when Zhou Mingzhou entered the city, his face was covered in blood, his green shirt was soaked with blood, and his bodyguard was also covered in blood!"
The old master was surprised and shouted: "How could this happen? Who dares to hurt me, Xiangzhou Mingzhou?"
"Say... robber!" Zhu Xiucai had a strange expression.
Fuxue is the place where scholars from Qingxue Mansion come to study.
Qingxue Mansion's academic department is divided into two classes, one is the scholar class, and the other is the elite class.
According to the imperial decree, Qingxue Mansion can only have three candidates per year, and the state examination is held once a year. So far, more than thirty candidates are studying in the government school, hoping to get a ranking in the three-year rites examination. He became a Jinshi and entered the Hanlin Academy.
The Xiucai Class is a class of scholars who have passed the Tongsheng Examination in Qingxue Mansion. There are many people in the Xiucai Class. There are more than 200 people in total, divided into four classes, with about fifty people in each class.
It is divided into three classes for senior students and one class for freshmen.
There are only three places for examinations in the entire Xiangzhou a year. As a result, there are many scholars in Xiangzhou, but there are few candidates for examinations. Students with family backgrounds stay in Qingxue Prefecture and continue their studies, waiting for those who are lucky enough to pass the examination. , continue to work hard for the etiquette test.
Those who have no family background and want to be a scholar can temporarily study in a government school. When the border war is tight, they can directly join the border army as an official. If they are lucky, they can also be included in the imperial official list after obtaining military merit.
When there is a vacancy of officials in any place, they can fill the vacancies and become officials. Although they cannot be the chief officials of a county, they can be considered as deputy officials, county chief administrators, etc., which can be regarded as a good way out for these poor talents.
The worse option is to rely on your fame to become a litigant, or to find a small shop and become a wise shopkeeper.
Zhu Xiucai's class is the only freshman class.
As we all know, there are five of the four heavenly kings, so it is normal for the three young masters of Qingxue Mansion to have four.
The third young master of the Ming Dynasty is in this year's freshman class, and the first young master is in the old student class. The reason why they desperately want to be admitted to this worthless scholar is because of the hidden one among the third young masters of Qingxue Mansion.
These three young men are famous in Qingxue Mansion not only because of their personal efforts, but also because of their family background.
Zhu Xiucai's family owns the largest bank in Qingxue Prefecture and even Xiangzhou, and even has a bank account in Kyoto.
As the second sons in the family, they naturally have all rights except inheriting the family.
The dispute between Zhou Dagu and Lu Tong is something mysterious and unattainable in the eyes of others, but in their eyes, it is just some entertainment and gambling in life!
Zhu Xiucai looked at Niu Xiucai and smiled: "Master, do you want to make a bet to see when Zhou Mingzhou can come to our house to study?"
"If you come this month, you'll get fifty for one. If you can come today, you'll get ten for one. If you can't come today, you'll get two for one!"
The old master shook his head worriedly: "You! Sure enough, only profitable business can attract you!"
"Why, if you can come here this month and pay fifty, aren't you willing to die?"
Zhu Xiucai shook his head: "No! No, students are still confident in their ability to make money. Master, please tell me whether you want to bet or not!"
Zhu Jinwen knew well that with Lu Tong's method of judging those people, the longer Zhou Dagu stayed in Qingxue Mansion, the less safe it would be. If he didn't come today, it would be more difficult for him to enter this school in the future!
It was windy last night, and some news had already reached his ears.
He guessed that Zhou Dagu might be feeling cold at this moment!
Otherwise, with his reputation as the Little God of Wealth in Xiangzhou, how could he set up such a losing bet?
The old master nodded: "Then I'll take custody!"
"How much money do you bet?"
"Five taels of silver!"
"Oh, think about it carefully. You only have seven taels of silver a month. If you lose five taels of silver and the teacher's wife comes to make trouble, the student will not pay it back!"
"I am a scholar, and I keep my word, and I will make you pay it back! Write it for me, and I will make sure Zhou Dagu comes today!"
"Sir, I have an inside story. If you do this, you will lose! How about you promise that he won't come today? I'll treat him like a student and give you money!"
"No! I believe him. He is a person who pursues poetry and has poetry in Confucianism and Taoism. Such a person will not waste the opportunity to study!" The old master looked pious.
He is a true believer.
Believe in the righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism, and believe in the way of saints.
Zhu Xiucai shook his head and wrote the paperwork: "Sir, don't blame the students for cheating you out of your money. Da Gu won't be able to come this week, but you are so sure that I can't refuse the money that comes to my door!"
Zhu Xiucai proudly handed the bet document to his husband. He had caught silver when he was a hundred years old. Since then, he had fallen in love with the sound of silver.
"Bang!" The county school official stood at the door: "Professor, there are students here to report!"
The smile on Zhu Xiucai's face disappeared, and he asked nervously: "Who?"
"He claims to be from Cai County, and his name seems to be Zhou Dagu!" The clerk knew the third son of the Zhu family and answered with his head lowered.
Zhu Xiucai stood up from his seat: "Impossible! Last night, I..."
He shut his mouth and sat in his seat, looking confused.
The old master stroked his beard: "Hahaha! Zhu Jinwen, you lost this time!"
"Everyone, our class will end here first. Let the chief case officer from Cai County come in. Let us also see what a scholar who can write Mingzhou poems looks like!"
The clerk turned around and stood in the courtyard, shouting in a low voice to the door: "Mr. Zhou, the professor wants you to come in!"
