Chapter 109: Different Scenery

Zhao Xing talked a lot of rules, just because he was worried that the Japanese girl would have an affair with his servants. After he finished speaking, the Japanese girl stood up and answered with confidence: "Yes!"

"The Japanese girl's promise is very distinctive. She almost used her Dantian power to shout this sentence. After she finished speaking, their bodies would be frustrated. Is it a strengthening of her tone?" Chen Yiyi was attracted by their voices, stopped working and walked over and asked.

"Get back, let's rest today." Zhao Xing waved his hand to the Japanese girls. The Japanese girls responded with a "hey" and then jumped up, took small steps and ran to Zhao Xing's side. Without saying a word, he pulled Zhao Xing's arm and straightened Zhao Xing's legs... Countless hands fumbled on Zhao Xing's body.

Cheng Azhu was so angry that Chen Yiyi shouted: "Come with a stick."

Zhao Xing seemed to enjoy the caress of these Japanese girls. When Yi Yi picked up the stick, Cheng Azhu grabbed the knife. He quickly stopped him: "Don't, I just gave each of them a piece of silk. They were measuring my figure - this is a Japanese rule. They must make clothes for me first, and then use the remaining cloth heads to make their own clothes..."

Cheng Azhu quietly hid the knife, and Chen Yiyi was still waving the stick angrily, pouting. The Japanese girls didn't care about her anger, and they chirped and measured Zhao Xing's body, laughing and saying "It's so majestic, I don't know how it feels... How it feels", and then ran away in a small step. The Japanese girls who left finally knelt beside Zhao Xing, carefully flattening each corner of Zhao Xing's clothes and belt, then straightening, then bowing, and retreating out of the door.

Zhao Xing took a few breaths, turned to the door, and thanked Liao Xiaoxiao, who had been admiring the Japanese girl's movements with a playful expression: "Liao Xingshou, in such a cold weather, I'll let you go, thank you for your help... It just happened that there were a few black sable furs made in the Wako Palace made in the luggage I sent today. I'll choose one for you."

Liao Xiaoxiao had seen Chen Gongchuan's move, but was not moved by Zhao Xing's generosity. She gave a blessing gift and replied lightly: "The great official called Xiaoxiao's 'Xingshou'. If you see him, you will just call him 'Xiaoxiao'?... Xiaoxiao thanked Zhao Daguan first. Master, I just saw the new musical instruments you mentioned. Xiaoxiao wanted to ask the great official to give permission to come to the mansion to learn new musical instruments from them!"

"Of course!... When the little girl left, she remembered to go to the concierge to get her bag. I put a car fee in the package!"

"Thank you, the great official," Liao Xiaoxiao asked for resettlement and surrendered.

After Liao Xiaoxiao retreated, Cheng Xia led the students forward to salute the teacher again. Among the students, Cheng Jiaao was the only four people including Cheng Xia, and the rest were from the Jiangxia Cheng clan.

After the salute, Cheng Xia handed Cheng Tong's letter and said respectfully: "The teacher will not go out to sea again when he comes back this time, right? Ada said that if the teacher does not go out to sea, I will let me study with the teacher for another three years."

Zhao Xing looked at Cheng Xia's expression with concern: "Have you proved your academic qualifications? If you want to take the exam, I will register for you now. It's still time."

Cheng Xia kowtowed: "The teacher said I will have six years to go to the teacher. This time I asked several teachers in Huangzhou. As the teacher said, they also said that the students' knowledge is not enough and they still need to be tempered for a few years... In the first three years, I wish I could not follow the teacher."

Cheng Xia appeared this time obviously to see how Zhao Xing handled the imperial examination so as to gain some experience. Because three years later, if he also participated in the imperial examination, he would have to face all this alone. Zhao Xing could not accompany him.

"Okay, you have to practice with Ma Meng. This officialdom is obviously more familiar with the officialdom than me. The practicality he taught you. Besides, this time he came to handle our goods to Beijing. If you follow him, if you fail the imperial examination in the future, you can help your father manage the Chengzu industry..."

"I'm sure to receive the teachings!" Cheng Xia bowed and agreed.

Cheng Shuang and Cheng Wang reported to Zhao Xing about the situation at home. Zhao Xing also assigned them to follow Ma Mengde to study. Then he pointed to Cheng Zhuo and asked about Su Mai's situation: "A Zhuo, you have never been to the capital. Let's play for a few days. Go back and report the situation of Uncle Su Mai to Master... There is no need to talk about the matter about horses. You don't have to worry about this. When the Japanese horse boy arrives, I will transfer the horses from Hangzhou..."

After explaining everything, Zhao Xing clapped his hands: "Okay, the scientific examination is coming soon. I'll read through the books these days. What should you do, let's disperse."

...

On February 17, the second year of Yuanyou, the day of Renyin month of the Dingmao year of the lunar calendar, March 23, 1087 AD, Zhao Xing wore a light dress and carried a test basket and walked out of his yard. Now, in addition to Jin Buer and others, there were also a group of belles and swallows in his mansion. They all stood at the gate of the yard to see off Zhao Xing. Several Japanese girls even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to say goodbye to Zhao Xing.

This is not going to the execution ground, but to the examination ground.

Zhao Xing was wearing light clothes because the examination room had to be inspected to prevent the candidates from being sucked in. Therefore, he required the candidates to have no other cloak-type warm clothing except for their clothes.

Nearby, the same scene was staged at countless courtyard gates. Countless candidates walked out of their apartment with their test baskets, and countless landlords carried lanterns to illuminate the road ahead for the tenants.

At this time, it was just half dark, and there were sparse snowflakes floating in the sky, and it was snowing. Zhao Xing looked up at the sky and murmured to himself: "Everything is not normal this year, except..."

Zhao Xing couldn't think of anything "except" and he wanted to say "everything was not normal except for the national football team." But in the Song Dynasty, the football level was not as bad as the national football team. In Bianliang City, any football team could sweep Asia with it, so this phenomenon beyond modern times was not considered "normal".

A passerby next to him seemed to hear the first half of Zhao Xing's words, and he continued: "Yes, in more than ten years around this year, Bianliang City has been warm and ice-free for many years, and even thousands of miles of snow have passed through winter. Why did it snow this year?"

Another person who was obviously a resident of Bianliang City was also saying: "Yes, yes, let alone previous years, even this year, it was as warm as spring a few days ago. Why did the weather change sharply these days and the wind becomes biting cold?"

No one present knew that even in Zhao Xing's original time and space, the heavy snow in Yuanyou's second year was very famous in climatology. Some people say that from this snow, the earth entered the "Little Ice Age" again. However, some people say that the Little Ice Age should be the dividing point from the end of Yuanfu (1100), and the snow in Yuanyou's second year was just a sign.

Why did Zhao Xing say "everything is not normal this year" is because the Qingming Festival this year is March 30th on the Gregorian calendar and the beginning of summer is April 30th on the Gregorian calendar. The solar term changes so much, and the actual situation is completely different from the climate conditions that the solar term should present. Can this be considered normal?

During the time when Zhao Xing was hesitating, Chen Qing and his son, Ma Mengde Chen Gongchuan also appeared. Among all the people in the courtyard, Qin Guan did not come.

Zhao Xing rushes to see off the person who is smiling slightly, waves goodbye, steps into the snow, and walks towards the tribute courtyard with the crowd.

In the Gongyuan, the cold weather made the candidates tremble. Su Shi, who came to the patrol, saw this and ordered the students to prepare braziers for heating. Some officials opposed it, and Su Shi replied: "These candidates will be pillars of the court in the future and will be colleagues. Even for the sake of their future colleagues, they cannot be frozen."

After transferring this examination room, Su Shi ordered the examiner to send the brazier to the other courtyard, where several candidates who were taking other exams were mostly related to the examiner in the venue, and they had to avoid suspicion. Zhao Xing was there, and Zhou Bangshi was there.

Zhao Xing was actually not sure to pass the imperial examination in the Song Dynasty by relying solely on his own ability, because the knowledge he learned might be extremely inappropriate in the Song Dynasty, and some of his thoughts were even very ruthless...

But now he is not afraid of these things because he has Qin Guan.

Who is Qin Guan? The big prodigal son among the four bachelors of Sumen, the student who wrote bad articles. Which candidate in this era has the best articles?

Zhao Xing bet with Qin Guan to ask Qin Guan to write a few related articles, and then he reorganized these articles with his own pasting method, and it became his own articles, and he guaranteed that Qin Guan would feel that it was right and wrong.

Why is this happening? Because in this era, in terms of understanding, few people can surpass Zhao Xing. After understanding Qin Guan's articles, he expressed it in his own words. Although the meaning is there, the words are different from the original ones.

After three days of the three exams, Zhao Xing took a look and put the paper full of words on the table and waited for the ink to dry. He did push-ups in the narrow examination room. The passing examiner who occasionally saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of his eyes.

No candidate dared to do such a sports exercise that could force people to "being suicide" in the examination room. The examiner curiously picked up Zhao Xing's article and found that Zhao Xing had answered all the questions. The article was well written, quite in the style of Qin Guan, but the calligraphy was a bit ugly.

The inspector nodded secretly, wrote down the strange candidate, put the paper back on the table, and continued his inspection.

In fact, Zhao Xingzu was too cautious when he did not leave the house. During the exam, candidates in the Song Dynasty had to stay in the Gongyuan, and they were not allowed to go out of the Gongyuan. However, they were not allowed to go out of the Gongyuan. There was a world in the Gongyuan - they were self-care, and they brought pancakes or instant noodles before entering the exam room. You could just watch it yourself. There was a boiler for cooking on the wall of the Gongyuan, so you could open the fire if you were hungry. From time to time, some students showed everyone cooking skills, and they didn’t need to write a report or get a license plate when going to the toilet.

Zhao Xing was taking the exam in a separate courtyard. He felt that the search was very strict before entering the venue, at least stricter than the college entrance examination, so he treated the college entrance examination. Even if he heard the crowds of people outside the vocational hall, he would not dare to look up and peek... In fact, there was a long time ago, and some candidates had finished the exam. They thought there was no chance of this imperial examination. They were writing lilac poems on the wall with their pens and complained. Sometimes, when the candidates were upset or had a headache in the exam, they would come out for a walk and chat with acquaintances. When they met someone who cooked, they would dive in and taste the cooking skills of Gongshi. It is not common for Gongshi to cook. Except for the time when they wanted to eat, no one would pay attention to you.

Only Zhao Xing didn't know about all this. He even solved the problem in his own examination room, and he really turned a blind eye to the matter outside the window.

The Song Dynasty's imperial examination was allowed to hand over the papers in advance, and Zhao Xing didn't hold on for long. When he heard the examinee next to him handed over the papers, he immediately jumped out. Only then did he realize that the tribute court was so lively... I regret it, how could I believe the words in the book, which was so honest and outrageous! Ahh, is there a chance to come again in such a fun place?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Xing hurriedly looked at his own paper in his arms. He wanted to pretend that he had not finished it. He would wait here for a while and at least he would know a few friends. But the examiner had already set his sights on him, so he put the paper in. The examiner walked to Zhao Xing and spread his hands. Zhao Xing lowered his head. The paper was immediately taken to the transcription room by the examiner to re-translate the papers - the imperial examinations of the Song Dynasty, and the candidates' papers needed to be re-translated to prevent someone from cheating based on his handwriting.

Zhao Xing, who was driven out of the tribute school, looked at the closed door in a depressed mood. On both sides of the gate, some candidates looked depressed, some were uneasy, some were at a loss, some were filled with confidence. Zhao Xing was the kind of candidate who was still unsatisfied - and also a lazy person when completing tasks.

"Ah, I don't know if I can get what I want in this life, or what I want." Zhao Xing looked reluctantly at the closed door, singing the distorted song Zhou Xingxing sang in "The Deer and the Cauldron".

In fact, this imperial examination is equivalent to the end of Zhao Xing. Su Shi is the question setting officer, his senior brother, Zhang Lei, one of the four scholars of Su Jun, is the paper-reviewing officer. Although these two people are rigorous, they will inadvertently reveal their intention to set up questions and paper-revision during daily interactions. Zhao Xing remembered it, and then found a similar question to Qin Guan to write... In this way, is there any problem on the list?

Now, the only suspense is just the ranking. Even Jin Buer knew this, so when he came forward, he answered Zhao Xing with confidence: "The master will definitely win, and he will definitely get what he wants."

"What do you know?" Zhao Xing said in a depressed manner: "Do you know what I want?"

The Song Dynasty was a gentleman politics. The examiner often lowered his disciples and relatives to avoid suspicion. Therefore, if Su Shi avoided suspicion, the admission ranking of this test paper with Qin Guan style might be very low... However, this didn't matter to Zhao Xing, and he didn't care about the ranking issue.

"I know," Jin Buer drew a circle with his fingers and said, "There are hundreds of scholars here, but they all have only one thought. Why don't you know... Master, let's go home now, and you can't post the list today."

"What are you saying?" Zhao Xing was angry: "Don't I even know if I won't post the list today? I'm waiting for Zhou Bangshi... Forget it, you don't know about this name - wait for someone, I'll wait for someone."

Cheng Xia finally squeezed to Zhao Xing. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Xing talking, and quickly shut up. He stood beside Zhao Xing and turned to ask what was new in the mysterious tribute school, what was the exam questions in this year, etc.

Zhao Xing and Zhou Bangshi wanted to ask his exiled brother how he was, but after finally waiting for the other party to come out, the guy saw Zhao Xing pushing away the crowd and snorting his nostrils into the sky, pushing away the person next to him and leaving.

Jin Buer was so angry that he wanted to beat him, but Zhao Xing waved his hand to stop him.

"Who is it?" Jin Buer said fiercely: "Why don't I know this person? I ate my master's and drank my master's a few days ago. It's the same as my brother. I changed my face in the blink of an eye. I haven't posted the list yet. I can't say who won who won, hum, villain, @#￥%##&&%%*&..."

Zhao Xing calmly received the black sable fur cloak handed over by Xia, and then the carriage started. Zhao Xing told Li Ying, who was running with the car through the window: "Go and ask when Zhou Bangyan will leave Beijing."

Zhou Bang-style resentment from Zhao Xing is understandable. Their brothers asked Su Shi for help, but the next day the edict for exile was issued. They resented Su Shi's back-and-arms, and then the party consciousness was awakened, and they had more reason to hate...

The snow is still falling, and the heavy snow has been intermittent these days. The snow has just stopped and the ground is very muddy, but before the place can dry, another heavy snow has fallen. After repeated recurrences, the ground is a little muddy. At the same time, Bianliang City has also launched an emergency mechanism for snow disasters. The yamen runners are distributing relief funds and relief grains from house to house, with ten cents per household per day and one liter of rice.

There is no difference in this kind of relief. Even the students who took the scientific examination in Beijing can get them. They earn five cents more than ordinary people. For example, at this moment, Chen Yiyi was holding ten cents in the house, looking at the rice bags left by the yamen runners, and felt a little funny - ten copper plates per liter of rice, ache, Princess Guangyuan, Vietnam, now I enjoy the benefits of the Song Dynasty, but this money...

Stepping on the thin snow, Zhao Xingmai got off the carriage. He looked around, and there were lazy pickers. They wandered around like wandering souls. Some pickers even had snots, but they were still wandering lazily. On both sides of the street, yamen runners knocked on the doors of residents from time to time, counted several families living in the courtyard, and distributed relief grain and relief funds according to regulations. Some yamen runners stamped their feet in the cold.

Zhao Xing looked at the busy yamen runners and sighed to the sky: "Our Song Dynasty is so rich. In this city with a population of one million, each household pays money and grain. How much does it cost per day? No wonder people say it is weak to the people of the Song Dynasty. I like... People come and ask the people in the mansion to send bowls of hot soup to the brothers of the yamen runners. People's yamen runners who do not beat the people were moved. Tell the people in the mansion that all the yamen runners who pass by will let them drink hot rice soup."

Ma Mengde heard Zhao Xing's voice, greeted him from the mansion, and whispered anxiously: "Dongweng, hurry up and go to the mansion, something happened in the mansion."

Zhao Xing's hair suddenly buzzed, and he asked anxiously: "Is it Su Dun? He is sick again?"
Chapter completed!