The west wing of Minglun Hall of Wendao Academy is a little simple. In the messy side hall, the morning sunlight falls on the window ling. Occasionally, scholars walk by outside, making it a little quiet. Dongzhuang Town has been cleared out, and villagers and kiln workers have evacuated to live in the rebuilt Dongzhuang Town.

There was a bed in the side hall against the wall, and Jia Huan was sitting leaning against the head of the bed. He had been recuperating here. Today is August 24th.

After Qushuiyuan was vacant, the mountain chief moved back to Qushuiyuan. It happened that his dormitory was a four-person room, and Miss Lin and others were there, so he was not suitable for recuperation, so he placed him in the side hall of the west wing. Living in the side hall, it was convenient for the men to come to visit him.

Master Zhichen said he wanted to rest, not to have a quiet environment, but to ask him not to think about things anymore. Master Zhichen called a young monk who cared for people in the temple to help him take care of him and deal with medicine and other matters.

The spacious side hall was filled with the smell of medicine, bitter and unpleasant. Jia Huan's eyes fell on a letter beside the black medicine bowl on the round table.

Liu Yichen just helped him get it from his Changsui Qian Huai in the ear room at the back door of the academy. He talked about the situation, talked for a while, and just left.

Jia Huan smiled bitterly. In fact, why did the classmates ask Liu Yichen to come? He guessed a little. This year's college entrance examination is probably about to begin. Liu Yichen's house examination will not stimulate his emotions.

but…

He came out of the Jia Mansion and took the initiative to sprint for the college entrance examination in his senior year. He studied hard in the academy and practiced eight-legged essay skills for more than half a year. Ye Shuolang said that his articles could become scholars, and even the favorable impression of learning masters was so great that he would not be affected by the derogatory prodigy of the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, in such a favorable situation, he fell ill.

Jia Huan was in a little depressed mood.

His goal was to go to school in the college entrance examination in the ninth year of Yongzhi and the 1911 year of the year of Yongzhi. Now this goal has failed, which means that he will have to wait until the eleventh year of Yongzhi to take the scholarship exam in the next year, and then wait until the thirteenth year of Yongzhi to take the provincial examination that year.

Haha, in the thirteenth year, the Grand View Garden has been built! It has been not long since the Jia Mansion was in decline.

…

When Jia Huan was thinking about flying, footsteps came from outside the door, and Master Zhichen and Monk Zhiwu came in.

Master Zhichen wore a gray monk's robe and a bald head. He looked like a monk who was enlightened and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I came to say goodbye to Jia Yuan. Jia Yuan's body recovered well. You just need to take medicine on time. Every ten days, I will come to check the situation of Jia Yuan's head and consider the dosage of the medicine."

Jia Huan sat on the bed and smiled and thanked: "Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

The relationship between Wendao Academy and Tanzhe Temple was broken and reunited. Before, when Tanzhe Temple refused to borrow grain, he made preparations for forcing robbery. However, when they jointly resisted the hungry people formed by kiln workers, the Academy wanted to inherit the favor of Tanzhe Temple. Without Huilai waiting for the help of the monks, the Academy would not have won so smoothly.

Jia Huan didn't expect that Master Zhichen would have such good medical skills and was willing to take action to treat him. Otherwise, his life would probably be a pill.

Master Zhichen smiled slightly and nodded. He was all wise. He didn't need to fool Jia Huan if he did something. He just sold the favors of the Jia Yuan first. He didn't need to mention medicinal materials and money.

After chatting about recuperation, Monk Zhiwu asked: "I heard that Mr. Longjiang, a wealthy idle man in the capital, donated 1,000 stones of grain to you. When will Jia Yuan first plan to return the grain in our temple?" There is no harvest this autumn. It is predictable that the high grain prices in winter are rising. If you have grain in your hands, you are not panicked.

Jia Huan laughed, "Why should the Zen master be anxious? The Zen master doesn't want to carry forward the mountain gate of Tanzhe Temple?"

Monk Zhiwu was stunned.

He has been stationed in Wendao Academy on behalf of Tanzhe Temple these days, and has attended meetings of all sizes. This Jia Yuanshou has some solutions. All kinds of difficulties gathered here and there will always be solutions.

Jia Huan said to Master Zhichen: "It is rare that a large amount of manpower is gathered in the town. I suggest that the master exchange grain for the work of villagers, and repair the roads up and down the Tanzhe Temple to facilitate the exchanges between the powerful and the noble."

Jia Huan said it very briefly and had many plans. It was considered as one stone but more birds.

But the dark-hearted Master Zhichen understood it as soon as he heard it and said with a smile: "Amitabha!" If the temple is to flourish, it is on the one hand that has great monks, and on the other hand, it must be connected with the powerful. This mountain road must be cultivated.

"It's still some time before winter. I'll talk to Jia Yuanshou in detail next day. Jia Yuanshou will take a good rest." Master Zhichen was about to say goodbye, and suddenly his eyes fell on the envelope beside the medicine bowl, his face became serious, and he warned: "Jia Yuanshou must remember that I must not be close to women during my Shenglong Zhenyuan Decoction. Otherwise, my life will be worrying."

Jia Huan was immediately amazed and laughed. Master, I am nine years old this year. You told me that I cannot get close to women. Is it necessary?

Master Zhichen said in a stern manner: "Jia Yuanshou, Shenglong Zhenyuan Decoction is effective in some aspects. You are overworked this time and have serious physical losses, so you can use Shenglong Zhenyuan Decoction to make up for it. However, you must not be close to the female sex during the three-month period of taking the medicine."

Jia Huan had no choice but to nod and explained: "That's a letter from my own sister to me."

"..." It was now the turn of Master Zhichen, who looked righteous, who looked embarrassed. The envelope was obviously used by the woman. He thought Jia Huan and a famous prostitute answered each other's poems and books. Therefore, he solemnly warned that Jia Huan's poems were very famous. He had heard of them in Wendao Academy these days. He did not expect that this was the case.

Master Zhichen coughed and said goodbye to Monk Zhiwu.

…

Jia Huan watched the two monks leave, and found it a little funny. It was a bit inconsistent to say that monks talked about women's topics. He hadn't read the letter from his third sister Tanchun to him.

Jia Huan didn't have any nostalgia for the Jia family. There were only a few people who were concerned about it. Most of the letters were Tanchun caring about his situation. He took a break and after reading it, he wrote a reply letter to let Qian Huai take it back.

As for the news of his illness, he did not want Qian Huai to know, so as not to worry about Aunt Zhao, Tanchun and others. Secondly, when he learned that he was sick, Sister Feng and Mrs. Wang in the Jia family might cause trouble. He had to be careful. The green bamboo snake's mouth and the wasp's tail were needled. It was the most toxic woman's heart.

When Jia Huan was thinking casually, he saw Ye Shanlang walking in with a smile on his face in a pearly white outfit.

Ye Shanlang asked with concern: "What's the situation? The mountain chief and I just sent Master Zhichen away. Master Zhichen said that he had recovered well, so he would only leave the little monk to boil medicine for you. How many days have passed?" He looked at Jia Huan as his disciple.

Jia Huan first saluted, then asked Ye Shanlang to sit down, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xie cares. It feels okay."

Ye Shanlang nodded, pondered for a while, and said, "This year, the Yongping Mansion Trial was held in the capital on August 27. Gongsun Liang and the others set off this morning."

Jia Huan was slightly stunned, full of bitterness and smiled sadly. He once said to Wei Yang: Students should be happy when they hear the exam. But now, he is sick and cannot step onto his "battlefield" and get back the fame.

Ye Shanlang was very clear about Jia Huan's thoughts. He gently patted his shoulder and said gently: "Your article, the master has read it and told the mountain chief: If you enter the examination room in Jinke, the article can be won."

Jia Huan nodded.

Ye Shanlang continued: "Then you should consider you a scholar now and continue to prepare for the provincial examination for the ten years of Yongzhi. The mountain chief plans to teach you personally after you recover from your illness." The mountain chief is a Jinshi on two lists, and his level of classics is higher than his.

Jia Huan was a little grateful, but a little decadent, and said, "Mr. Xie encouraged me. I am just a child. Even if I have the strength to pass the imperial examination, what if I can't even enter the examination room."

Ye Shanlang smiled and said, "You are only nine years old this year. How much do you know about the imperial examination? Who said that Tong Sheng can't enter the provincial examination room!"

Jia Huan was shocked. He didn't think Ye Shanlang lied to him, but he was not a young man who was happy when he heard a message. He was calm and a little excited to wait for Ye Shanlang's answer. If he directly participated in the provincial examination next year, it would have no impact on his future plans.

Ye Shulang said: "Before Qiu Bouquet, in addition to attending the New Year exam in the school, the school officials also had to preside over two supplementary examinations, which were divided into subject examinations and were collected.

The subject examination is equivalent to the annual examination. Students who have not been admitted during the annual examination will be subject to the examination. The examination will be divided into one to six levels. Students who have first and second grades will also be supplemented or rewarded. If they have five or six levels, they will be dismissed. Participants who have not prepared enough can not go.

In the examination, any student who fails the examination in the examination or the Confucian scholars who have no academic qualifications can take this examination. Because there is no threshold limit for the examination in the examination, the number of people is very large. The number of people who register for the examination in the examination in the province of Fujian is about 30,000.

As a child, as long as you pass the record, you can get the qualification to be a Confucian scholar and get the provincial examination. The admission rate for Confucian scholars is not low. Every year, the provincial examination, the scholars who are born in Confucian scholars often account for as many as 20% of them.

The qualification to be a Confucian scholar can be obtained without passing the big collection. All officials in the government can recommend Confucian scholars to participate.

How? What do you think after listening to it?”

Feelings?

Jia Huan felt that it was enlightenment and was in a good mood. According to Ye Shuolang, as a child, he could get a quota for the provincial examination as long as he passed the examination presided over by Shatixue. This is his way.

Ye Shanlang also said: The quota for provincial examinations can be recommended by officials. This part of the quota is definitely a secret operation. The imperial examination, which is known as fair, is really a dark one. No wonder Zhang Juzheng turned his three sons into Jinshi back then.

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