Chapter 23 Have you ever read?
The sun had risen to half the sky, and Su Shunqin sat there a little anxiously.
Du Xun is a juren from a small place. He relies on his family's poetry and books to study by himself. He has not been taught by famous teachers and is a little less knowledgeable. He was too reserved when talking to Su Shunqin, which made Su Shunqin feel that it was not very meaningful.
The education at this time is far from that of later generations. There are very few places in the country where there are states, let alone county schools. People study, either by farming and studying like the Du family, or by aristocratic families, with specialized schools, and uneven educational levels. Scholars must have a family and country, and also by family environment, and whether there are any famous teachers to teach. Du Xun did not have these, and it was not accidental that he failed the imperial examination.
Just when Su Shunqin was bored, Du Zhongxiao and Han Lian came out of the shed and carried a large wine jar.
When he arrived in front of Su Shunqin, he put down the wine jar and Du Zhongxiao saluted: "Official, the wine has been prepared."
After hearing this, Su Shunqin stepped forward with great enthusiasm, looked at the wine in the jar, and said, "I didn't expect there were so many. By the way, are the lees still there? Take them out and I'll see if they filtered out the wine."
Du Zhongxiao Yingnuo and went into the shed with Han Lian. He took off the steamer, shoveled the lees from the grate into bamboo baskets, and carried them out in baskets.
Su Shunqin raised his entourage and went up to see the steamed lees. Compared with the previous one, the lees have not changed much and are still wet. When they look at it suddenly, they can't see any difference.
Deng Jiejie bent down, sniffed hard, and said, "Prime Minister, the wine tasted much lighter in the lees, and the rest were almost the same as before."
Du Zhongxiao bowed: "Making wine from wine lees is actually using water instead of wine. There is more water in the lees now, but the wine comes out."
Su Shun nodded, looked at it for a while, and said, "How do you use the remaining lees at home?"
"Reported to the official, my little family bought two pigs a few days ago, and they were all fed with wine lees."
"It's also a way, so you can make the best use of everything." Su Shun nodded and arrived at the wine jar. "Scholar, do you have any bowls of wine at home? Put two bowls of wine to taste it, what exactly is the wine filtered from the lees?"
Du Xun Yingnuo hurried into the house and took a few big bowls.
After serving a large bowl of wine, Su Shunqin held it in his hand and looked at it, "This wine is very clear! Just based on this appearance, there is no better place in Xuzhou than this wine, but I don't know how it tastes."
At this time, the water wine was fryed directly from the lees of wine, and even good wine could not be clear. The steamed lees of wine is a type of white wine. Although there are some impurities inside, it is not comparable to the common wines nowadays in terms of clarity.
After saying that, Su Shunqin picked up the bowl and took a big sip.
Du Xun saw it while he hurriedly said, "Please be careful! This wine is so strong!"
Before he finished speaking, Su Shunqin coughed repeatedly, feeling dizzy for a moment.
Deng Jiejie saw it while watching it, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support Su Shunqin and sat down on the stool on the side.
After a while, Su Shunqin said, "This wine is so strong! I have lived for decades and have drunk all the wine in the world, but I have never drunk such a strong wine again! Scholar, this wine is just filtered out from abandoned wine lees, why is it so violent?"
Du Xun bowed: "The officials don't know that the method of filtering wine in the wine lees is a bit special, because it has little water and the wine is extremely strong."
"Okay, okay! I'm serving good wine!" Su Shunqin slowed down and nodded repeatedly. "How could such a strong wine be made in such a short time? The county officials were very erratic and even caused such an unjust case."
It will take several months to make wine any time soon. In just a few hours, the Du family made wine, so how could it be brewed privately? Just from the time of making wine, Su Shunqin believed that the Du family filtered wine from the lees. Of course, how to filter wine is the secret method of their family, and it is impossible to tell others about it. Small businessmen regard this secret method as their life, so there is no need for Su Shunqin to inquire.
At this time, most officials were wandering officials, and many of them had no industry. The family's food and clothing depended on their salary. This was the case with the Su family. They did not do business at home, and the court laws did not allow it. Su Shunqin had no personal interest in the secret method of making wine. This was a tradition passed down from the late Tang and Five Dynasties. In that era, society was in turmoil, and no industry was reliable, and officials were everything.
After calming down, Su Shunqin took a few more sips and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this wine is very special and has great strength. You can prepare two jars for me, and I will pay the money and take it back to the state for the bachelor's taste."
After hearing this, Du Xun knew that everything had disappeared and agreed happily. As for the money, of course it would be fine.
Su Shunqin smiled and asked his entourage to pay the money, carefully put away the two small jars of wine. The Du family's family's business was ruined because Du Xun went to Beijing to take the exam. Now it's the time to go out. How could Su Shunqin take advantage of this?
After confirming that the Du family did not have a private brew, the atmosphere became relaxed. Su Shunqin had a draft in his mind and had nothing to do with the Du family, so he stopped mentioning it, just chatting about family matters.
After steaming the wine for a long time, Du Zhongxiao was sweating heavily. When the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but chill.
Su Shunqin saw it and said, "Scholar, how old is your little official? Have you ever studied?"
Du Xundao: "He is the 17-year-old man of the dog. I read the family and the ancestral poems and books heirlooms at home. He has read several books since he was a child."
Su Shunqin nodded repeatedly: "If you are in peace today, the court will encourage you to study, and studying is the right way. Scholar, if your family is in trouble, it will not be difficult to rebuild your family business by relying on this method of making wine. It is just a small vendor to support your family, and it is difficult to have a future. If you have the opportunity, it is better to let the small officials study."
Du Xun said yes. It was just that he had just walked out of the nightmare of Kaifeng Prefecture's trial, and he was still scared and answered a little quarrel. Now he just saw hope, and Du Xun dared not think about studying anymore.
Su Shunqin didn't care. Through the conversation just now, Su Shunqin could feel that Du Xun was not the material for becoming a Jinshi. He was indeed a scholar, and he could also feel that his family origins were from learning, but his understanding of classics was too superficial and there was nothing outstanding. Ordinary scholars in the countryside had limited knowledge and were extremely difficult to get a title on the list.
The imperial examinations in this era are different from those in later generations. Because there is no systematic education system and no standardized textbooks, most scholars will show their fear as soon as they enter the exam room. The imperial examinations are accidental, but there is still a lot of necessity in this era. If you read books well and do well in the articles, it is indeed easier to get to the list of titles. Therefore, after Ouyang Xiu was taught by a famous teacher, he confidently believed that he must be the top scorer, but he was accidentally taken away by Wang Gongchen, who was with the same family. In recent years, such top scorers have occurred many times.
Du Xun relied on his father's teaching when he was a child and taught himself. After luckily passing the exam, he went to Kaifeng Prefecture. No matter which aspect, it was difficult for him to pass the Jinshi exam. If he wanted to go further in the imperial examination, he had to teach a famous teacher.
Seeing Du Zhongxiao standing on the side very well, Su Shunqin was on a whim and said, "Did you ever make a fuss about it?"
Du Xun said: "I have been studying in Quanzishu for a few years, but Xiaoke is busy with family affairs and has not taught him how to do it--"
"It's a pity for this." After hearing this, Su Shunqinwei felt a little regretful.
Articles are not written casually. At this time, the poems and essays and poems of the imperial examination are all of them with character, rhymes and habitual formats, and they must be specially taught to write qualified articles. Du Xun himself is a half-baked person, so he did not have the intention to teach Du Zhongxiao before.
Seeing Su Shun's expression of regret, Du Zhongxiao suddenly felt aroused in his heart and stepped forward and bowed: "If you return to the official, if your father has not taught you, the young man can't write any decent articles. On a whim, he wrote randomly, both from ancient times and from the present, and I don't know how to attract the eyes of the official."
There was nothing wrong with the left and right, and it was still early. Su Shunqin said: "If you write an article without any format, you can take it to read it."
Seeing the father sitting on the side, Du Zhongxiao said seriously: "There was nothing happened two days ago, so I wrote a fu to write about the scene of the autumn night. I wrote randomly, with uneven rhythms, and I don't know how to get into the eyes of the judge."
After saying that, he returned to his house and went to get the articles he wrote a few days ago.
This is an era when scholars are respected. Du Zhongxiao worked in this direction without any trouble. In fact, the article was not written by him, but just occasionally writing texts that he had learned in his previous life. It was autumn. When he was fine a few days ago, he wrote a text on a whim, which was Ouyang Xiu's "Fu of Autumn Sounds". At this time, Ouyang Xiu had just passed down from Jinshi, and his style of articles had not yet been formed, so naturally these famous articles that had been passed down from later generations had not been written. Du Zhongxiao copied one or two articles and was not afraid of being discovered by the main owner.
However, Du Zhongxiao knew about the style of the times, and Ouyang Xiu himself was still in the lower class. The ancient Chinese movement he led had just shown signs and was far from profoundly influenced the literary world. No matter how good Ouyang Xiu's articles are, they are inconsistent with the current style of the times, and the evaluation is inaccurate.
When Du Zhongxiao wrote this article "Fu of Autumn Sounds", he changed the first sentence and removed Ouyang Xiu's mark.
After entering the room, he took the article he wrote dictatedly, and Du Zhongxiao handed it to Su Shunqin with both hands.
At first, Su Shunqin didn't care, so he took the paper in his hand and read it casually. After reading it roughly, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looked carefully twice, and closed his eyes.
After a while, Su Shunqin opened his eyes and said to Du Zhongxiao: "Did you write this article? But it's a bit old-fashioned."
Du Zhongxiao bowed: "The family suffered heavy disasters these days, and the students will inevitably become old."
"It's rare, rare." Su Shunqin nodded repeatedly. "I don't think it's anything to read this article at first, but it's very interesting to read it carefully. However, this article is not the way of writing the current article, but it's useless in the imperial examination. In this way, I'll take this article back, read it carefully, and talk to you. This article is quite ancient. I have a few friends I have long-awaited for, and they all try to write ancient articles, let's see what they say."
Chapter completed!