Fan Jin said it confidently.
After saying that, he also glanced sideways at the person who was leading the heckles, his eyes full of hatred that iron could not be transformed into steel.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
A group of talented students were so choked that their faces turned red and their necks were thick, but they had nothing to say.
You can't say that Fan Jin was wrong, right?
This is a "famous aphorism" issued by the imperial examination predecessors, not to mention it is quoted from Zhou Xuedao.
Wei Haogu made his own decisions, angered Zhou Xuedao, and was scolded. The situation has long been spread throughout Nanhai County.
Furthermore, the Ming Dynasty is not the previous dynasty. Today’s imperial examinations are based on the Four Books and Five Classics, not poetry and poetry.
No matter how good your poems are, at most you will gain the reputation of a celebrity, similar to the Internet celebrity knowledge bloggers of later generations.
No matter how famous a celebrity is, can he still gain fame through it, learn literature and martial arts, and sell his goods to the emperor's family?
Only the Four Books and Five Classics can achieve class advancement, and poems and songs can only be used to accompany wine and gossip.
Thinking of this, although the talented students did not completely agree with it, they could not refute it.
I had long heard that Fan Jin and Zhou Xuedao were sympathetic to each other. They were both old pedants who were indifferent to the four bodies and five grains. They only focused on reading the books of sages, but I didn't expect that they were such old stubbornness.
But when they thought that the other party was already a scholar, the talented students silently crossed out the word "old stubborn" in their hearts.
Replace it with the four words "Fangzhengjunzi".
"Fan Juren is right." A group of talented children sneered.
Fan Jin nodded, with a teachable expression, perfectly demonstrating the logic that as long as you are not embarrassed, it will be others who are embarrassed.
If this group of people hadn't been frustrated and fled too quickly, he could have performed "I don't understand poetry, lyrics and songs to make me proud" for another hour.
...
At dusk, the golden afterglow of the setting sun covers the entire village, and the sunset glow on the horizon is like a burning cloud.
The guests gradually dispersed, but the hustle and bustle of Baimiao Village had just begun.
Several clan elders with white beards and hair, leaning on crutches, personally invited Fan to go into the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors and comfort their ancestors.
"Second uncle, how dare I trouble you to come and invite me in person!" Fan Jin greeted him warmly.
"Haha, Jinzi, you are the only Jinshi in our Baimiao Village for more than 300 years!"
The old man patted Fan Jin on the shoulder heartily, "No matter how grand an event it is, it cannot be too grand!"
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and hummed twice, "I wonder who will dare to say that my Fan family has no capable people..."
After some pleasantries, Fan Jin walked toward the ancestral hall surrounded by his clan members.
At this time, he was quite emotional.
According to common sense, this ancestor worship should have been carried out as early as when he passed the scholar examination.
Despite the fact that the reputation of a scholar does not bring many tangible benefits, dignitaries and dignitaries always talk about "poor scholars", but then one has to clearly identify the target, right?
For ordinary people, scholars are already top honorable people.
Many times, the term "poor scholar" does not refer to scholars, but to some failed students who have repeatedly failed to pass the examination.
To put it more simply, it is an old boy who can't even pass the boy's examination.
The reason why Fan Jin, who was the first in the boy examination and the top scholar, did not turn around was entirely because of his age and low investment value.
In addition, there are some rumors that Zhou Xuedao ordered him to commit the crime out of pity.
This makes many people reluctant to invest in this old talent with little future.
Even the clan members are doubtful about this, and many people don't care about it, worried that their investment will be in vain.
Except for a few mature clan elders who subsidized him with some money privately, many clan members did not pay much attention to this fifty-four-year-old scholar.
As for opening an ancestral hall to worship ancestors, no one even mentioned it, and only a few people came to congratulate them.
Today is different from the past.
In the morning he was a farmhouse man, and in the evening he ascended to the Emperor's Hall.
If you win the election, you will have the opportunity to rise to the top as an official.
The clan members on the left and right looked at him with flattering and humble eyes, and there was a hint of pride in them.
The fame of a person is enough to protect a clan and bring glory to the entire clan.
Many yellow-haired children, even if they have never heard even a little bit about the benefits of raising people, can understand the importance of the word "lifting people" from today's busy traffic, loaded with gifts, and the ecstasy of the villagers.
From today on, Fan Jin has a completely different status from all other living beings, and he can barely be called a 'disciple of the emperor'.
A little boy over two years old, with his bare buttocks sucking his fingers and just learning to talk, even said in a sweet voice, "I want to be a civil servant when I grow up..."
As soon as the words came out, the villagers praised and joked with them.
If it were in the past, there would be few people who would ridicule and ridicule, as if the toad wanted to eat the swan's fart.
However, with Fan Jin's example here, no one dared to make rash assertions, and instead became more kind-hearted.
Fan's Ancestral Hall is a medium-sized building located at the end of the village. It is a rare brick house in the village.
The dark tiles, the roof still covered with moss, the gray-white walls, and the mottled traces record the changes of the years.
In front of the vermilion door, there is a couplet posted.
The first couplet reads, "Same ancestors, same ancestors, same roots", while the second couplet reads "Together we prosper, share destiny".
The plaque hanging at the top has three powerful characters, 'Yu Qingtang'!
A house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy.
When they arrived here, the expressions of the tribesmen subconsciously became solemn.
The children who had just been running, jumping and playing were all being watched over by their parents, with stern expressions on their brows.
This is the most solemn day in Fanjia Village for hundreds of years. It is more lively and grand than the Chinese New Year.
A long red carpet extends from outside the door to the center of the ancestral hall, and a large red lantern hangs in front of the door.
In the center of the ancestral hall, there is an incense table, complete with "eight treasures" and "three animals". Incense is burning, and red candles give off weak thunderbolts.
Several clan elders stood at the top, supported by clan members who acted steadily.
The clan elders held a copy in their hands and praised Fan Jin as something rare in the sky and hard to find in the earth. They sang loudly as if they were the sacrifices of Qilinzi and Golden Phoenix of Fanjia Village.
As today's protagonist, Fan Jin stands tall and slightly lower, and almost everyone's eyes are on him.
Rows of clan members stood behind Fan Jin in order, with clear hierarchy.
After the clan elder finished reciting the sacrificial words, he said with a solemn expression: "Kneel down!"
After saying that, he immediately took the lead and knelt down under the ancestral tablet.
Fan Jin also shook his long lapel and bowed down neatly.
Behind him, hundreds of tribesmen also knelt sincerely on the stone steps.
Fan Jin raised his head almost subconsciously, and then looked dumbly at the countless ancestors in front of him.
Suddenly, invisible blue smoke rose thickly, and finally turned into a stream of light, and suddenly penetrated into his body.
