That night, Jin Yiwei Zhu Qi was already waiting in the lobby.
"Master Gao, your steps are too slow," Zhu Qiban jokingly greeted Gao Hanwen as he entered.
"We, no, Zhu Qianhu is also listening to the book." Gao Hanwen reacted subconsciously. Only those who know their own itinerary can judge like this.
"Indeed, I also listened to the whole play about Three Kingdoms Unboxing at Xiaolian Tea House. Knowing that you, a scholar, have many ideas, I will return to Beijing tonight to reply. Although your report has been Report, but I still need to go back and speak out. Okay, without further ado, I think the emperor will be interested in taking out a copy of the Seiyikan series of books you borrowed last time. Give me all the content you got."
"So much" Gao Hanwen was a little surprised. Although he prepared two drafts and saved them separately when writing, he didn't expect to use them so quickly.
"Well, remember to ask for them all and don't leave anything behind." Zhu Qi added another sentence.
As Gao Hanwen went out, he met Jin Cuilian who finally summoned his son. After kowtow, Gao Hanwen went to the study to look for manuscripts. The three storytellers were still celebrating in Shopkeeper Feng's shop.
Because it is written with a brush, the words are not small. The 50,000-word outline compiled in more than a month, and the 200,000-word words added by the three people are in my arms, four thick thread-bound books. It's still a bit difficult to hold.
I have infinite nostalgia for the era when modern society could print single-spaced fonts in Song font size 5 on A4 paper.
"So many" Seeing Gao Hanwen's storybooks stacked directly from his waist to his neck in the main hall, Zhu Qi felt that he was a little careless.
"It's interesting. I thought you would write the memorials, but I didn't expect you to actually write the script. That's good, I'll say goodbye." Zhu Qi was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He carefully took the book and said goodbye. .
At the door, Zhu Qi called the Jinyiwei sitting detective from the prefecture's Yamen to check the number and content of the script, then left the Yamen and asked his Jinyi Tiqi to pack it up, and then got on his horse.
Seeing this brocade-clad detective at the yamen gate, Gao Hanwen finally understood why his script had strange fingerprints on it just after he had finished writing it. However, it was originally for Jiajing. I thought it was a mystery before, but I didn't expect that Jin Yiwei was so efficient during Jiajing's reign.
The original scope of activities of this sitting detective was the duty room of the yamen, and he followed the rules every day like a transparent person. I always thought I was in a supervisory role, but I never thought I could climb over the wall into the backyard. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt cold sweat for other officials who lived with their families in the backyard of the yamen.
It’s easy for grass to grow on this head.
What Gao Hanwen didn't even expect was that in order to prepare for Jiajing's questioning, Zhu Qi also took a Portuguese from Haojingao to Beijing along the way to Nanzhili.
In fact, I originally wanted to bring Gao Hanwen, the Italian, but no one in the Siyi Pavilion can speak Italian now. It would be blind to take him back. However, since Portugal is also not far from the Western countries, bringing him returnGo, no matter how much you do, it will do the trick.
After they left, Gao Hanwen suddenly remembered that he had a fake disciple who would take the exam next year. This time I will probably be questioned. Since I am a teacher, I still have to think about my children to some extent.
So the next week, Gao Hanwen ordered the three people and seconded a clerk on duty to copy the script again. In addition, Gao Hanwen closed the door again and wrote down his experience in preparing for educational examinations in the past 18 years.
The so-called answering skills are nothing more than analyzing the question types and summarizing the rules. Once you have this framework of ideas in place, it will be much faster to start writing. In addition, I spent money to buy the Jinshi's questions and Sandingjia articles from the past ten years. I loaded up a carriage and immediately sent it 300 miles to my student on an expedited basis.
In the Forbidden City, the old Taoist priest Jiajing is still wearing a white robe inside the monastery.
"Lu Fang, what do people outside say?" she asked, sitting cross-legged by the stove.
"The outside world actually doesn't know much about Italian-speaking Portugal. They only know that it is a barbarian country from the European and American countries, and there is no discussion about it. Mr. Xiaoge is very dissatisfied, but Mr. Yange is noncommittal. On King Yu's side, Zhang Juzheng cursed loudly, but Gao Gong didn't take it seriously." Lu Fang replied sternly.
"What do you think?" Jiajing asked another question.
“The slaves serve His Majesty in the palace all day long, so naturally they don’t know the specific situation of these two countries. It is unbelievable to think that Portugal and Spain have a population smaller than that of our Ming and other provinces, but they have occupied the land all over the world. . But that earth theory is consistent with the Huntian theory." Lu Fang carefully organized her language to answer the questions.
"Yes, they are all unheard of and unseen things. How to judge the authenticity is very important. Let Chen Hong urge Zhu Qi to see when he can come back. Since everything is If you don't know, then stay in China." After saying that, Jiajing threw out the letter from Gao Hanwen.
Lu Fang knew that this was the third time Emperor Jiajing had thrown this secret letter.
"In addition, I heard that Gao Hanwen also accepted a disciple in Hangzhou. Has he arrived in the capital?" Jiajing asked again.
"Here we are, the post house where the disaster relief students live is quite austere and simple. We don't have to rent another hotel room." Lu Fang answered again, then looked at Jiajing's noncommittal comment and said, "Why don't we invite him to ask?" "Since ancient times, master and disciple have been one, and he knows Gao Hanwen best."
"No need, let him prepare for the exam with peace of mind." After Jiajing finished speaking, he rang the bell.
There are words in his mouth: "Yesterday, the trees were full of red flowers. Today, thousands of flowers have fallen into the sky. The prosperity comes from the spring show, but the changes follow the night wind."
The voice gets louder and louder at the back. Come smaller and smaller. Lu Fang also wisely exited the monastery.
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