After a while, the results came out. The lot that the dog could throw was: Jia Ren's surname was still Yang, and he was so angry that he threw it on the table; the lot that Yang Guiying opened was: Jia Ren changed his surname to Dog, and she was so angry that she wanted to tear it apart. The lot for Yang Guan turned out to be: Jia Ren is still surnamed Yang.
After Gouneng drew the pledge, he could not stand tremblingly. He was so angry that he coughed up blood and fell ill. Before he died, he said a harsh word, I will never give up.
Yang Guiying was secretly happy. Not only did the Gouneng family allocate a large amount of money to the Yang family to build a new house, but after Gouneng's death, the two families merged into one family, with the Yang family as the main one. Due to their rich assets and a large amount of money in the treasury, the two families worked together to train Yang Jiaren and sent him to Xiangxu to study poetry and calligraphy, hoping to gain promotion through scientific examinations, gain fame, and honor his ancestors.
The Yang family lived up to expectations. In the weak years, being admitted as a scholar was equivalent to obtaining a degree. With this degree, he can open his own classes and teach in a library, which means he is qualified to run a private school. However, since Yang Jiaren's family is rich and he does not need to teach to make money to support himself for the time being, he has a greater ambition, which is to continue to take the imperial examination. But for two consecutive years, I missed the opportunity to enter the Beijing Examination.
In the first year, he set off from Yangjiazhuang, where Sha Xian was, and walked for several months. When he arrived at Luoyang Post House in Henan Province, he suddenly fell ill and was unable to enter Beijing. After the examination, his malady was cured; In 2010, he went to Beijing again half a year in advance for reference. In order to ensure nothing went wrong, his family hired a well-known local doctor to accompany him along the way with medicinal stones so that he could be treated at any time when he got sick.
But things went wrong. Everything went smoothly until he entered the examination room. He just sat down and took the test paper and finished an eight-part essay. There was a line of words in it that was not very obvious. He wanted to dip in ink and add a few strokes, but he didn't know why. The hand seemed to have been pushed hard, and it overturned the inkstone. The ink spilled out, turning a large piece of Yang Jiaren's test paper black. The sentences written on it will naturally become smudged and unclear, and the test paper will undoubtedly be invalid.
The examiner refused to accept it and scolded Yang Jiaren for his reckless actions. How could he be so elegant as a scholar?
Yang Jiaren was driven out and everyone became angry and sick. Fortunately, there was a doctor who diagnosed and treated him, so there was no serious problem. I led the horse back from the capital post station and rode back home. I was depressed all the way, but I was very conceited and said to everyone I met that I was not well appointed by the Yang family. I could do all the questions in the examination, but I was caught by unexpected things Ruined the situation. Then he told the specific details of the misfortune, and those who knew the inside story also lamented.
After that, Yang Jiaren became discouraged and no longer mentioned going to Beijing to take the imperial examination. Many of his classmates had passed the imperial examination and advised him not to give up. He just sighed, shook his head, and said that he had no chance of taking the imperial examination and that no matter how hard he worked, it would be in vain.
Since Yang Jiaren did not engage in farming and did not know how to do business or finance, his elderly parents asked him to teach in a library and collect some monthly rice or corresponding coins from his disciples to cover his tuition fees, and his life was quite comfortable.
Soon she married Zhang, who came from a scholarly family. She also studied poetry and calligraphy and knew etiquette. As soon as she married into the Yang family, she persuaded her husband Yang Jiaren not to give up taking the imperial examination. She also said that the emperor is a hero, and his articles teach you. Learning is valuable than anything else. The purpose of studying is to become an official. To become an official, you must take the exam. Once you pass the exam, you will be named an official by the court and be entrusted with a big job. This is much better than being a poor scholar all your life.
When Yang Jiaren heard this, he told him the details of his previous two unsuccessful attempts to go to Beijing to take the imperial examination. However, Zhang used the example of Fan Jin to win the imperial examination, saying that Fan Jin was "where there is a will, there is a way." He had participated in the imperial examination for most of his life. Making mistakes in the exams can be said to be much more than your setbacks. What kind of setbacks are you? Just two unexpected incidents have weakened your will. Don't you feel ashamed?
Yang Jiaren was moved by this, and he immediately expressed his position to Mrs. Zhang, since my wife supports me so much, I will definitely participate in the next imperial examination. If I don't get second place, I can be a Jieyuan or a Jinshi. After that, Yang Jiaren gained confidence, quit his job as a private school teacher, and devoted himself to reviewing the content of the scientific examination. After months and months, he was well prepared, but when it came to the imperial examination that year, he did not take part.
The reason is simple. His wife is pregnant with Liujia and is about to give birth to a child. He said, if I go to Beijing to take the exam, who will take care of you and your children after half a year? You can only wait until you give birth to your child to take part in the imperial examination.
Not long after, Mrs. Zhang gave birth to a baby boy. It was spring. On a whim, Yang Jiaren muttered, "It's a boy and I hope the baby will become a dragon. Okay, okay, I'll come up with a name, let's call him Yang Chunlong!"
Zhang said, "Jiaren, after your child is born, you must not slack off in your studies. You must prepare to take the next imperial examination. If you pass the exam, our child will have an official father in the future. How glorious it will be!" Yang Jiaren said yes, but the child is still young. Let him be older and I will go to Beijing for a test.
How old does Chunlong have to be before you go? Zhang asked.
At least Chunlong can take to the streets to make soy sauce. Yang Jiaren replied, so that I can go to the capital for the imperial examination with peace of mind. I will be away from home for half a year, and the child is too young to take care of himself. Without my help, my wife cannot take care of it on her own, right?
Unexpectedly, after seven or eight years, my son Yang Chunlong was really able to take the bottle to the streets to make soy sauce. This year, the Yang family came back from taking the exam in Beijing. Since they felt good and made no mistakes, they actually liked it. They were just waiting for the gold medal and the good news. The family held a banquet for a whole ten days, and the neighbors got a lot of light from it. They all secretly guessed: This time the Yang family must have won, otherwise how could he be so impressive?
But another ten days passed, and there was no news. He went to the county town to inquire about it, and saw a gold plaque hanging on the wall of the west gate. He walked over with a smile on his face and looked carefully from top to bottom. His name, Yang Jiaren, was not there. Suddenly his face darkened, his blood surged, his vision went dark, and he could no longer stand.
He held on to the city wall and sighed, "The sky will not tolerate this." Immediately, his throat "cracked" and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, a scholar who was watching the rankings got to know him. When he learned that his name had fallen from the Sun Mountain, he felt pity for him and helped him to his home.
When Yang Jiaren returned to the village, he couldn't have the face to meet outsiders, so he simply stayed in bed. Just like this, for three days and nine days, without food or food, I really became seriously ill. In less than half a month, he dragged the tall, muscular, and waisted man until he was as thin as a stick.
One evening, he vomited several mouthfuls of phlegm and blood. Feeling that he was in dire straits, he called his only son and said with sobs, "Chunlong, I have a message for you as a father. I hope you will inherit your father's will and study diligently to prepare for the imperial examination." , once he wins a title on the gold medal list, his father will close his eyes and smile even if he is under Jiuquan.
Chunlong knelt in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch his cold fingers, and said with tears in his eyes, "The child will live up to his expectations." After another half month, the Yang family died. Because Chunlong's mother usually got along well with her neighbors, she couldn't help but help with the funeral, and everyone mourned in the countryside. After the funeral, Yang Chunlong burned another seventy-seven forty-nine days of money and hung paper to repair the tomb during the Qingming Festival, showing his sincerity and filial piety.
