Chen Nanbin gave everyone a stick of incense and asked Zhu Bai to write a seven-character quatrain.
Zhu Bai said: "I don't want to embarrass you, just write a poem about autumn. But I ask that the word 'autumn' cannot appear in the poem. You cannot plagiarize the sentences of predecessors."
The candidates below almost scolded him to death.
So tricky!
It is also necessary to chant autumn, but the word "autumn" cannot appear.
He is indeed a little King of Hell.
Zhu Bai sat on it and watched with interest the people below scratching their heads and ears, and felt happy: Is this difficult? It can be seen that you people are unlearned and unskilled.
It turns out that when I was writing poems down there, Master was acting like a monkey. It's fun to torture people.
The stick of incense passed quickly and the poems were handed over. Chen Nanbin looked at one of them and his face turned green.
Zhu Bai stretched his head over and saw a line of words written on it: Five hundred taels, let me pass.
Zhu Bai smiled and did the splits: So direct!
Eight of the ten civilians wrote pretty well.
Of these ten officials' children, only two or three could be selected.
One of them is: "One leaf, two leaves, three or four leaves, five, six, seven, eight or ninety leaves. The fallen leaves are endless, summer has passed and winter has not yet come."
It doesn't rhyme and is plagiarized.
Having just watched "Five Hundred Liang, Let Me Pass", Chen Nanbin felt that this was already passable, so he recorded it.
The list of admitted candidates and the list of rejected candidates were posted on the wall outside the Imperial Academy at the same time the next day.
Discussions about this matter began in the teahouse and tavern.
"Hey, this Chen Nanbin is really not afraid of death. Even Li Shanchang's nephew dares to refuse."
"Ha, if it's still posted on the wall, it's like slapping Li Shanchang in the face with a big ear."
"It's so satisfying. It seems that this Imperial College is quite fair."
Everyone here is clapping and cheering, and over there Li Shanchang's family is in a state of panic.
My nephew came to the door and cried: "That old man Chen is too bully. Isn't he relying on Zhu Bai to support him? If he doesn't accept me, he won't accept me, and he even posted my name at the gate. Isn't this a naked humiliation? I'm beating my uncle." Your face."
Li Shanchang's face turned red from suppressing his emotions. He was usually polite when meeting people, but he didn't expect this sour scholar to be so disrespectful.
If he didn't say this, wouldn't his position as chief assistant for the past ten years have been in vain! !
Moreover, Chen Nanping, an old and sour scholar, must never be allowed to control the Imperial College by himself again!
Otherwise, if things go on like this, his people will become fewer and fewer, and Liu Bowen's people will become more and more tired.
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Suddenly, more people came to the Imperial College to register.
Zhu Bai saw that Chen Nanbin was too busy alone, so he transferred two agents from the tooth shop to help him register and receive the reception.
He just looked on with a smile.
Well, this one looks quite smart. It’s good to let him do economics.
The one who talks nicely and looks quite pleasing to the eye can do it, even if he can't be an economic person, he can do it as a receptionist.
Most of the people who came to sign up were young people who didn't recognize Zhu Bai. They just thought that there was a kid running out of nowhere to cause trouble, and he was smiling so naughtyly that it made people's hearts tremble.
Seeing that it was getting late and no one seemed to be coming, Zhu Bai stretched his waist. I took the list I had memorized and prepared to leave.
If it weren't for the fact that the Guanya Bureau would be used in the future, he wouldn't bother to waste a few days here.
Erhu came in with a few people and bowed his hands when he saw Zhu Bai.
Zhu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Hey, Master Erhu is also coming to the Imperial Academy?"
Erhu smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, please stop teasing me. I am here to take Chen Nanbin back for questioning."
Zhu Bai frowned: "Do you have anything to ask Master?"
Erhu whispered: "Someone went to the General Affairs Department to report that Mrs. Chen accepted bribes during the Imperial College examination. The emperor takes it seriously and wants to personally interrogate Chen Nanbin."
Zhu Bai asked: "Who reported it?"
He asked Chen Nanbin to correct the questions. There were only twenty people in total, and it took less than an hour.
Bribery requires opportunity.
Erhu hesitated for a moment: "According to the requirements of the General Affairs Department, the name of the whistleblower cannot be disclosed to the outside world."
Zhu Bai sneered: "So, you are no longer afraid of false accusations?"
Erhu said: "If it is found that the false accusation is false, we will naturally be held accountable."
Zhu Bai nodded: "Okay, I will go back with you."
Erhu waved his hand and took Chen Nanbin away.
After thinking about it, Chen Nanbin didn't do anything wrong. In addition, Zhu Bai looked very angry. Maybe he had offended this little king of hell?
As expected, the one thousand taels of silver cannot be taken.
Lao Zhu was sitting in the imperial study room with a gloomy face.
Seeing Zhu Bai coming in with Chen Nanbin, his expression became even worse.
Zhu Bai was secretly surprised: Hey. Strangely, when Chen Nanbin accepted bribes, could he involve me? !
Lao Zhu said: "Master Chen, someone reported that the King of Xiang forced you to accept bribes and asked you to show favoritism when revising the papers. Is this true?"
Zhu Bai laughed out loud.
Lao Zhu asked: "Why are you laughing? We haven't asked you yet. When we ask you, you will cry."
He himself also knew that the amount of money allocated to the "Imperial College" was too little, so he felt guilty.
So when he heard Zeng Bingzheng say that Zhu Bai took money to do things, he became furious.
Isn't this a good way to make quick money?
Zhu Bai received one hundred taels from others and gave Chen Nanbin fifty taels. He didn't have to do anything, so he made a net profit of fifty taels.
In order to make the "Guozijian" run, Chen Nanbin had no choice but to accept Zhu Bai's money.
Zhu Bai sighed: "Father, are you confused? Is it so troublesome for me to take the imperial examination if I want to sell my official position? You forgot that you took two people away from me last time and sent them to the household. Is the ministry gone? Moreover, no matter how stupid I am, I will not involve an old stubborn like Mr. Chen in accepting bribes and leave a clue. Even if you don’t believe in Mr. Chen, you still have to believe in Master Chen.”
Lao Zhu was stunned and turned a corner.
Zhu Bai took out the twenty poems from yesterday and put them on the table: "Father, take a look. This is the topic that my son, minister and master asked them to write poems on the spot yesterday. If you were you, who would you admit?"
When Lao Zhu saw those poems, as well as Chen Nanbin's wandering calligraphy and Zhu Bai's calligraphy that no one could understand, he was sure that these two people had been wronged.
"These poems make no sense. Not only do you think the master doesn't like it, but I also despise it." Zhu Bai said, "Not only did my son not accept bribes, he also donated a thousand taels of silver to the Imperial College to run a school."
When Lao Zhu heard that Zhu Bai had donated money, he was very happy, but then he immediately became wary: "Why are you so kind?"
Zhu Bai winked at Lao Zhu and said, "Because I also want to pick people."
Lao Zhu hurriedly pointed at Zhu Bai and said to Chen Nanbin: "Listen carefully, our decree is that this rebellious son is not allowed to take anyone away from the Imperial College before the imperial examination is completed."
Zhu Bai smacked his lips: "It's pointless if you do this."
Lao Zhu rolled his eyes at him and comforted Chen Nanbin with a few words.
Zhu Bai said: "Father, there are more and more students in the Imperial College now, and Master Chen may not be able to handle it alone."
We can't have people from the Guan Ya Bureau come to the Imperial College every day to do unpaid work.
Even if he is willing, the broker is not willing because it will delay the time of making money.
