A live broadcast room.
"... I am a leading figure in the industry. Let me tell you, the imperial examination in the Ming Dynasty was the most destructive to people's hearts. Were the Four Books and Five Classics written by ordinary people? In fact, it is more difficult to write the eight-part antithesis than the four-six parallel prose. , after an exam, it often lasts for three to five or seven days, with cats in the dormitory, eating, drinking, and having sex, which is called a tragedy..."
Zhang Zhou continued to drink wine and brag.
This is his hobby in life. While working as a lecturer at the university, he dreams of getting rich through his live broadcasts. However, he can't help but do live broadcasts of historical knowledge. It would be good if there can be a few viewers. If he wants to earn some money for cigarettes and alcohol, it will be in vain. pull.
"Is this guy drunk? What nonsense are you talking about? It's boring, let's go! Let's go watch the beautiful women dance."
The audience below named "Ah Da, wait for me" sang the opposite tune and left the live broadcast room.
Under his instigation, the live broadcast room that originally had seven viewers suddenly showed that only one person was left.
Zhang Zhou squinted his eyes, which were hundreds of degrees short-sighted and without glasses, and carefully looked at the "1" that showed the boss above the live broadcast room. He was immediately discouraged: "I thought I would get rich today through drinking. It is the day with the most viewers since the start of the broadcast. I'm the only one left again. Am I just kidding myself by talking to myself?"
He was about to get some peanuts, planning to eat them with a small drink while waiting for the next audience to listen to his bragging.
At this time, a line of words was displayed on the screen: "Don't leave, host, there is still me. You speak so well, hehehe..."
Zhang Zhouyi became energetic after seeing it.
From the looks of it, it seems that there is still a girl in the audience, otherwise why would she speak so "cutely"?
Of course, it's possible that it's just an act. There's nothing real about the Internet. Men pretending to be women are everywhere. Anyway, you can't put your hands over to check the authenticity. Are they just making trouble with each other?
"Speak well and don't interrupt Mr. Ben's lecture. Am I dizzy? What's your name? It's a bunch of gibberish and it's hard to name it properly. Chinese characters have been passed down for thousands of years, so you have these nondescript names?"
"Anchor, I'm listening to your lecture. If you talk like that again, I'm leaving."
"No, stay and chat with this anchor. Which part do you want to hear? I'll tell you."
"I want to hear about the imperial examinations of the Ming Dynasty, especially the imperial examinations during the Hongzhi period. I heard that in the imperial examination in the twelfth year of Hongzhi, Tang Bohu, a famous talent in the Ming Dynasty, failed to recover in that imperial examination."
Zhang Zhouyi was inspired by this, and he liked this kind of novice with a little knowledge of history, who could just use his bragging skills.
"Hongzhi? That was a rare shining point of the Ming Dynasty. Looking at the Ming Dynasty, it was the era when literati were most respected. It was also from that time that the power of civil servants subdued Wu Xun, but it also laid the foundation for the subsequent chaos of literati. Hidden danger."
"Anchor, just say that it was the best era for literati. Why do you say that literati were in chaos? What you said is different from what I heard from others."
"If it's all the same, I'll read it to you according to the book. Do you like it? Everyone has their own opinion. I think that era was pretty good."
"Anchor, do you want to go?"
"If a liberal arts man who studies history wants to choose a stage in the Ming Dynasty, he must be Hongzhi."
"Then I'll take you there, will you go?"
"Did I drink too much, or did you drink too much? Send me there if you can!"
"Then host, please bear with it, it will be over soon."
"..."
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A white light flashed, it was really white light. Zhang Zhou felt that all the wine he drank that day had been poured into his brain at once. He washed his head thoroughly with 52-degree Laobaigan. His stomach was churning, and then "Wow" came out all in one mouthful.
"Cough cough cough..."
Choking badly.
"Wake up, wake up! What's wrong with this guy hanging his neck? He went to the Gongyuan's excrement number to hang it, it's really a fucking hell!"
"See if you're still angry?"
"I've vomited all this, can I run out of breath?"
Zhang Zhou was still dizzy with anger when he heard people talking around him.
Who are they talking about?
etc!
Why is there someone else in my house? Could it be that some thief came to my house to rob me while I was drunk?
"I have been a soldier for two years, but I have been trained! You... ugh..."
The words were very intense, and then Zhang Zhou vomited the remaining contents in his stomach again.
"It's disgusting!"
"Carry it away, carry it away!"
Zhang Zhou's pupils hadn't contracted yet, but he felt like two people were holding him up with four arms, trying to lift him out.
After he vomited this time, his head was a little clearer. It didn't seem like he was being robbed, but more like an angel in white.
Could it be that I drank too much and carried it on my back, and an ambulance came to take me for emergency treatment?
"Don't do anything. As we agreed, I just drank two more drinks and I'm not doing well. I won't pay for the ambulance. Didn't you ask for verification before leaving?"
Zhang Zhou didn't want to be taken advantage of.
As soon as the ambulance rang, even if it was not a thousand taels of gold, plus the follow-up diagnosis and medication, the money would still flow out. With my Zhang's ability to drink, I only drank half a jin, as for the ambulance. ?
Who the hell is pulling a prank?
its not right.
I live alone, even if I am drunk at home, who calls the ambulance?
"He's crazy! Which number is he, stuff it back into him!"
"He belongs to the No. 2 house named A."
Zhang Zhoudeng felt his butt was hit and hurt, and then he was pushed onto something that looked like a table.
His pupils focused, and then he discovered...
There was actually a wooden board in front of me, and there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the wooden board. There was also an "examination paper" that seemed to be of poor printing quality. When I looked up, I saw two people wearing official uniforms with fierce and evil expressions on their faces. The soldier with a disgusted look on his face was looking at him with sharp eyes and raised eyebrows, almost threateningly.
"If you dare to hang your neck again, I will kill you!"
"Tou Ding, that's not right. He is already seeking death. Is it useful to scare him with death?"
"I can't let him die comfortably! Hey! You dare to stand up, right? Believe it or not, I..."
Zhang Zhouyi's head was numb.
This time he was completely sober from the wine, and he found that his mind was extremely sharp, and there was no smell of alcohol on his body. He was wearing a green shirt, and a strand of hair slid down his neck. He was shocked, Have I turned into a fucking pussy?
Zhang Zhou took advantage of the situation and felt something was wrong. He felt something stuck on his head. The beer belly that was caused by irregular diet and rest was gone, and instead he had a thin body.
Then a large number of memories that did not belong to him poured into his mind like a torrent.
"Husband, you must take the exam well. I, my sister, Dalang, and Xiaoya are all waiting for you to be named on the exam and help us live a good life again!"
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etc.
That garbled audience, I’m just kidding, I didn’t say I wanted to travel to the Ming Dynasty!
