Wang Ju came to Zhang Zai's house with some fruits.

Zhang Zai's wife Guo is kind-hearted. Seeing this family is pitiful, she is also a mother. However, her son Zhang Gui is still young, only three or four years old, so she lets the Wang family eat at the Zhang family. But Zhang Zai is not Cheng Kan, but is just a county magistrate, and his official position is only from the seventh-rank book Zuolang.

The monthly salary of the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was 30,000 yuan, each dressed in 20 pieces of silk, 30 pieces of silk, 100 taels of cotton, and 100 stones of grain per month. This was just a regular salary, and there were huge subsidies, such as tea, wine, kitchen materials, firewood, charcoal and salt, and even grass for horse feeding, food and food for servants, as well as income from ministers and job land, and rewards from four seasons and eight festivals a year. The high income is unimaginable.

That was a high-ranking official, and his small income was still not very high. The magistrate of Xiangda County only had a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, while the magistrate of a small county had only 12,000 yuan, and the magistrate of a small county had a monthly salary of 5 to 3 s. The subsidy was not much. It was not bad. The monthly income was nearly forty stakes.

Not bad, but Zhang Zai is a parent official, and there will be people from all kinds of people coming to ask for a visit. He must have a gatekeeper, a servant who does miscellaneous work, and a chef.

He often meets fellow villagers, and even if it is simple and simple, it will cost money.

With four more people eating, the economy is a bit tight.

Wang Ju consciously bought some vegetables, vegetables and rice to carry them to the Zhang family.

Guo was not happy.

Wang Ju then brought a stack of hand-in-hand for her to show her. Guo was extremely surprised and asked where the money came from. Wang Ju told her about the dividends of the Zhu family.

"You furry kid, you earn more money than my official family!" Guo chased and beat her. She was less than thirty years old and her heart was at a lively time. Since then, she turned a blind eye.

But Zhang Zai said: "Where is salt, it's better to touch it less."

Although this kind of salt is good for the country, there are too many taboos, just like there are girls working in nightclubs in later generations. I am a good person, but I did it, but how many people believe it.

However, Wang Ju did not conceal Zhang Zai, master, master is his father, so he also said that it is huge profits, simple technology, and cannot last long, so Zhang Zai did not object anymore.

And Wang Ju has been very quiet this year.

He is Zhang Zai's disciple. If anyone provokes him in Yunyan, no one will provoke him, and Wang Ju will not provoke others. On the contrary, he has been terrifyingly low-key this year.

With his extremely "advanced" knowledge and Zhang Zai knows the truth, he also hates the depravity of the forbidden soldiers. Zhang Zai gradually began to like him, and in some aspects he really regarded Wang Ju as half of his son.

As for what Wang Ju thought, it was not. The ancients had an explanation from the ancients. Although Wang Ju had a poor foundation, his knowledge was also a kind of "talent". Wang Ju learned to learn things very quickly, so Zhang Zai did not think that Wang Ju had cheated him.

Putting down the fruit, Zhang Zai said, "Sit down and write a poem with that wintersweet."

"I'm writing a poem..." Wang Ju said with a frown.

For this poem, he didn't know how many rulers he had been beaten by Zhang Zai.

Wang Ju held it in for a long time before he wrote a seven-character poem.

"Is this the poem you wrote? How was that poem "Qingyu Case" written?"

"That was a flash of inspiration."

For example, when Cui Hao writes about Huanghe Tower, it does not mean that his writing skills are better than Li Bai. In fact, Cui Hao can't show off many other poems.

It's a saying.

However, Wang Ju kept saying he was lucky. Fortunately, he did not attach much importance to plagiarism. Otherwise, he would throw out the poems like "The Qingyu Case" and then write the poems in his hand. How to explain it?

"You still dare to tell me a clever way, and reach out to your hand."

Erniu covered her face with her hands, and the eldest brother was beaten again.

In fact, she still couldn't understand the adult's mood. Strict teachers would produce high disciples. The more severe Zhang Zai was, the more he valued Wang Ju.

"Erniu, don't cover your face. From tomorrow, I will send you and your brother to a private school to study."

Erniu pouted and was unhappy.

Guo shaved her nose: "This is for your own good. You can learn some female ethics when you enter a private school, and you can marry a good family when you grow up. Besides, your younger brother has established a foundation in the private school and then a few years older, and then you go to the county to study hard for a while. From then on, your younger brother will be as knowledgeable as your elder brother. If you are lucky, it will be like an official family, two Jinshi, how glorious is it?"

Then he scolded Wang Ju again: "Look at how wild you have made your sister so mean."

Guo's words may not be correct. In terms of education methods alone, Wang Ju has surpassed many people, and even Zhang Zai. Under Wang Ju's lively and heuristic education, Erniu and Sanniu have learned many words and learned many allusions in the past two years. Don't forget that one is only ten years old and the other is only nine years old. It seems that their talent has surpassed many of their peers, and even Zhang Zai thinks it is good. But behind this is Wang Ju's education.

"I'm not wild," Erniu took the initiative to choose vegetables for Guo's family.

"Wang Ju, you can write another poem with wintersweet."

Ce Lun Wang Ju wrote it well, but the Fu is different. It not only needs to be in the same rhythm, but also needs to be in the four and six styles.

The four-six style is a parallel prose style composed of four-character and six-character pairing sentences, such as the house where the bells sing and bells sing and eat at the cauldron; the boats and ships are lost in the body, the blue birds and yellow dragons are the axis. The clouds are gone, the rain is clear, and the colors are clear. The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water is the same color. The fishing boat sings at night, and the sound is endless in the shore of Pengli; the geese are shocked by the cold, and the sound is broken in Hengyang. This is the most typical four-six style parallel prose.

Most of the day later, Wang Jucai submitted a poem.

"Why do you need to use the four and six styles of the fu? Because the fu must be gorgeous and catchy, and although I don't like it, you are impetuous by nature and are not the same as being a teacher. Poetry and fu are the center of importance of imperial examinations. How can you make such a fu name to Donghuamen?"

Am I impetuous by nature?

But does Wang Ju dare to refute?

"Secondly quote the classics and classics, the words should be concise and meaningful."

In fact, all these Wang Ju knew about it, but he didn't know how to write it by using the four-six-body tangled rhyme pairs together.

Over the past year, he spent almost a quarter of his time studying "Er Ya", "Guang Yun" and "Classic Interpretation".

But Rome was not built in one day.

Therefore, among the major items of the future imperial examination, the best foundation for him is policy theory, followed by the meaning of the scriptures, and the worst is poetry and essays.

Zhang Zai corrected it for a long time and said, "Let's do this, from now on, you can write one fu and two poems every day."

Wang Ju frowned and bitter.

"Imperial Examination Poems and Prose is the key, especially the palace examination. Do you want to learn from me and not pass the exam until you are nearly forty years old?"

"Isn't it good?"

"It's very good for me, but you are impetuous and want to be rich and honored. You won the late stage. How much time do you have to spend several years? I plan to let you participate in the imperial examination next year."

This is also very important. If Wang Ju is in high school next time, then he is less than 20 years old. After grinding, he can gradually get to power in his twenties. This is like Kou Zhun. If he hadn't won early, how could he reach the position of deputy envoy of the Privy Councilor in his thirties?

"My teacher is right."

Zhang Zai started to set up the questions, and suddenly set up dozens of questions, involving all aspects, classical meanings, and current affairs. He asked Wang Ju to take these questions to do poems and essays later. Then he had a meal, and after dinner, the four of them went home.

"Brother, do we really want to go to a private school?" Erniu asked.

Women in the Song Dynasty even exceeded Wang Ju's expectations. However, they taught more female ethics, so the second girl did not go to a private school, so Wang Ju didn't care so much. But the third brother had to go to a private school, and his time was getting tighter and tighter.

In fact, Wang Ju knew that it was not enough to have a good teacher, so it was better to take down the pick first. Only with the pick can you be qualified for the provincial exam. Even if you fail the first exam, you can take the two or three exams, but you must have this qualification.

So I can't spend much time teaching my third brother.

Then the best way is to let the third brother go to a private school for a few years, then find a way to go to a county or state school, and then give a little guidance on the side. Maybe the third brother will also make a name for himself. Even if he fails to pass the Jinshi, he will at least have to win the imperial examination. This means that he has half a fame and fortune and will have a way out in the future. What should he do if he is born in this era?

But once my third brother went to a private school, did the second sister stay at home alone?

So Wang Ju nodded.

Erniu protested all the way, and Wang Ju suddenly raised his head and said, "Dongweng, second brother, why are you here?"

Because of fine salt, Zhu Qing also came several times last year. However, this was the Chinese New Year, and it was two hundred miles from Yanzhou to Yunyan, which was a little puzzled.

"No more, a strange aunt came to the house," Li Wan said depressedly.

Come on, but this aunt really thinks she is my aunt. When she saw Li Wan playing tricks with a few friends, she taught her a lesson in anger. Li Wan had already learned the truth. A magistrate is amazing. I don’t ask you, so what about the magistrate? In terms of backstage, there are many backstages in Yu Yanqiu. So she contradicted it.

After all, he is young and energetic.

Mr. Li scolded him. When Li Yuanwan was angry, he followed Zhu Huan to his brother-in-law to avoid him for a few days.

"Sit," Wang Ju laughed and told them to sit down, and asked Quan Er's eldest son to make tea.

"Then Dongweng..."

"Xiaolang, you can't call him Dongweng anymore, but Zhu Yuanwai."

"I just became a disciple of Mr. Zhang, but I haven't done that yet. How can I forget my roots? Besides, Erlang went to the capital and might be able to sing the name at Donghuamen."

"I asked him to go there to gain some knowledge. How could he be named Donghuamen like that? But I really have to thank you."

Zhu Jun stayed in Wang Ju's family for a long time, and his idiot changed a lot, and he communicated frequently, which also greatly helped Zhu Jun. Therefore, last year, there were only a few people in the second place in the high school of the examination, so this second place was not worth a lot.

So last winter, he was sent to the capital for imperial examination by the Yanzhou government.

However, it is probably difficult to achieve something in Donghuamen. But having the identity of a scholar is different from not having any.

"Don't dare."

"Brother-in-law, you are studying with Mr. Zhang. Do you have any records?" Li Wan asked.

Wang Ju also heard a little about the rumors outside, but was a little amused and crying.

"Second brother, I'm afraid you'll disappoint you. Usually, my mentor teaches me how to learn and basic knowledge. Not many people talk about Confucianism. My foundation is too bad. But..."

"But what?"

"But I talked a little, and I still remembered it."

"Take it out quickly."

"Just in the room, go find it yourself."

Li Wan ran to the room to read.

Wang Ju looked at Zhu Huan: "Dongweng is here..."

"There are two things. The first thing is that Mr. Cheng came to me the day before yesterday and said he wanted to establish a horse buying club in Yanzhou and let me lead the leader."

"Horse Buying Club?"

PS: "Er Ya" is the ancestor of dictionary, Guangyun is the edition of "Re-education of Guangyun in the Song Dynasty" by Chen Pengnian of the Northern Song Dynasty. Lu Deming's "Classic Interpretation" by thirty volumes of the Sui Dynasty not only annotated the 14 meanings of the Zhou Yi and other scriptures, but also deliberately annotated the pronunciations and meanings of difficult words in these scriptures. If you want to be proficient in rhythm, these three books are a must-read item.
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