Chapter 1681

The four teachers and disciples continued to go up and came to the middle-aged scholar. Many people were surprised by the middle-aged scholar on the mountain road.

Then many people cried.

Some were even older than the middle-aged scribe. They sat down on the mountain path and cried, shouting, "it's hard, it's hard..."

Man Bao, who was looking for wine in Bai Shan's basket with his toes on his back, was stunned. He turned to see many literati crying and sighing on the mountain road. He couldn't help asking, "what's the matter?"

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang don't know.

Mr. Zhuang said, "this year's big exam is over. This year's success is not good. The imperial court may not open the imperial examination next year. They are sad."

Unlike Bai Shan and Bai Erlang, they both went to the Imperial College and are now students of Chongwen hall. They can become officials in the future, even if they don't take the imperial examination. They can also take the examination directly at the Ministry of officials.

However, other non imperial college students, even non official scholars, can only pass the imperial examination first, then pass the examination of the Ministry of officials, and finally line up to choose officials.

The imperial examination was only officially launched in the previous dynasty, but the selection of officials was mainly determined. In this dynasty, the number of imperial examinations was more, but it was always suspended for various reasons.

Enke was opened this year and took the exam again in the autumn. Many officials were elected. Basically, they made up for the vacancies. This year is not a good year, so it is very likely that they will not take the exam next year.

After the release of the list last month, the National Academy of Sciences has released such rumors. Scholars who wanted to stay in the capital for next year are very disappointed. Many people are ready to leave Beijing and go home.

Mr. Zhuang told the three disciples the inside story, then shook his head slightly and said, "I wanted to climb the Double Ninth Festival, but I didn't expect to encounter these things. Forget it. We'll go up the mountain after giving us the wine."

Man Bao stopped and looked at the middle-aged scholar sitting on the stone not far away. "Sir, he's so sad. What if he gets drunk and falls down the mountain?"

Bai Shan also said, "the mountain road is rugged. If he accidentally falls or falls, it will be our sin."

Mr. Zhuang: "... Can Dukang be drunk?"

Unable to drink, the three nodded together, "yes."

The master and apprentice had four big eyes and small eyes. Finally, Mr. Zhuang, who was too few, was defeated. He could only sigh, "let me have a drink with him?"

Anyway, he likes drinking when he's unhappy.

Man Bao turned out a needle bag in his bag on his waist, "why don't I give him some needles."

Man Bao said, "he's too sad now. It's easy to hurt his will. Two needles will refresh his spirit."

Mr. Zhuang was curious, "didn't you say that heart disease is difficult to cure? Can you still cure frustration with this needle? "

Of course, frustration is impossible to treat, but it's OK to let him forget the pain in his heart for a moment. Man Bao took the needle bag and came forward. He first saluted the middle-aged scribe who was crying sadly, and then said, "Sir, my husband is worried about you. Er, well, don't be too sad. I think you are still young and will have a chance in the future."

Mr. Zhuang has three teachers and disciples:

Onlookers:

Man Bao continued to comfort the other side, "you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your family. The mountain road is rugged. You are so sad. What if there is an accident?"

She finally said her purpose and said, "well, I'll give you two injections to cheer you up. You go down the mountain to have a good meal and sleep again. You'll feel much better tomorrow."

The middle-aged scribe looked at man Bao, who was so young, and said he was still young. He just felt more sad.

As a result, before he had time to show his sadness, man Bao, who saw that he didn't object, reached out to pick up his hand, rolled his sleeve directly, exposed one of his arms, and then took out a needle from the needle bag and pierced it

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged scribe opened his eyes in an instant. Before he could react, man Bao took out a needle and stabbed him in another place. He immediately shouted "ah -".

The pain of sound startled all the onlookers and non onlookers.

Man Bao gently holds his arm. The middle-aged scribe who wants to pull his hand back finds that his arm can't work at all, but - it hurts!

Man Bao saw that his tears were about to come out. Then he took the needle. She picked it off, and his arm slowly regained consciousness.

He pointed to man Bao's "you..." and couldn't speak.

Man Bao comforted him and said, "how's it going? Is it better?"

The middle-aged scribe who had called for a while found that he didn't cry, and his heart didn't seem so stuffy.

He couldn't help being quiet.

The onlookers also found this. They all breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded terrible. It's not just killing people.

When man Bao saw that he was well, he put away the needle bag, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "take care, sir. I don't think you're very old. As long as you live long enough, you'll always have a chance. You can take a test in the imperial examination. You can do more things on weekdays."

Anyway, there is no age limit on the imperial examination. You can take it whenever you want.

Middle aged scribe:

He felt no comfort.

Mr. Zhuang finally came forward. He asked man Bao to go aside and introduced himself with a smile, "Zhuang Xun in lower mianzhou, today is to climb the mountain in Chongyang. Meeting is fate. Brother, why don't you climb the mountain with me?"

He pointed to his three disciples and said with a smile, "I asked my three disciples to bring two pots of wine to drink with you."

As soon as the other party heard this, he got up after being silent for a while, patted the dust on his body and returned the gift: "in xiacangzhou, Zhang Chen, sir, it's polite."

However, he didn't refuse his invitation. He could see that they were afraid of him having an accident in the mountain. Although he was frustrated and wanted to break a can, he didn't want to commit suicide.

That's a sin. He can't do it.

But he accepted Mr. Zhuang's kindness and simply lifted his robe and went up the mountain with them.

He is in good health and much younger than Mr. Zhuang. Although he is very lost, he still walks very steadily. Mr. Zhuang needs the help of Bai Shan and Bai Erlang in the second half of his journey.

Zhang Chen looked back at their teachers and disciples and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Zhuang also came to Beijing for the exam?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "no, I came to accompany some disciples to study."

Zhang Chen's eyes fell on Bai Shan and Bai Cheng and praised them: "Sir, these two disciples Feng qingyunlang look like haoerlang. Which academy are they studying in?"

After a pause, Mr. Zhuang said, "study in Chongwen hall."

Zhang Chen was slightly stunned, and then lost two points of enthusiasm. He smiled and asked, "I see. I don't know whose disciples the two CHILDES are?"