At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Zhou Canyun was so speechless, what should he say? Could it be that to tell the truth, the Marquis of Jiangling was drunk after drinking a glass of wine?

Not to mention that one day he and Xie Yuheng would be officials in the same court, but they would be colleagues.

Out of the elders' love and care for the younger ones, they also want to protect the little ones a little bit.

After finishing his words of encouragement, he handed over the new recruits to Wai Lang, a member of the Military Selection Department of the Ministry of War who was responsible for leading the team north.

Now is the time when the cool wind is blowing and the dew is desolate.

If the Huns move south on a large scale at the end of the year, these new recruits may not have been able to train for more than a few days. We are about to go to the battlefield. How many people will be able to return in the coming year?

Zhou Canyun clasped his hands behind his back and sighed. The sadness all over my body suppressed the sleepiness caused by the recent move to a new house and the discount of seats.

"Sir, this is brewed with tea leaves roasted by me at home. It's not a good thing. Do you want to drink some to relieve your fatigue?"

At a roadside tea stall, an old man in simple clothes smiled sincerely. In his wrinkled hands, he held a brown coarse porcelain bowl.

Zhou Canyun looked sideways and saw that the other bowls on the tea stall were more or less chipped. Only the bowl in the old man's hand was intact. He must have carefully selected it.

"Thank you, old sir."

Zhou Canyun quickly took the tea bowl and started drinking.

Seeing that Zhou Canyun didn't dislike it, the smile on the old man's face became even bigger. He wiped his hands on the cloth sheepishly and said, "No thanks, no thanks. It's hard work for you too."

It's really a very ordinary tea, and it's a little over-fried. But like sweet spring water, it flows in Zhou Canyun's heart.

Jiangling is really a strange city.

The people are simple and simple, and even those businessmen who have no profit and can't afford to start early are willing to spend money from their pockets.

Zhou Canyun didn't know the twists and turns, so he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"If the world's businessmen can be hypocritical all their lives, how can it not be true and good?"

"When you go to the old man, the people will be filial; when you go to the elders, the people will be happy to have younger brothers; when you go to the elders, you will be compassionate to the orphans, but the people will not be as generous. The Marquis of Jiangling has the right way of doing things."

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"But the people are not multiplied, so a gentleman has the right to behave accordingly. If you do evil to those above, do not do it to those below; if you do evil to those below, do not do it to those below..."

Listening to the sound of students reading in the hall, Xie Yuheng rubbed his temples, never expecting to be knocked down by a glass of rice wine, and slept all day and night.

"Your father and your uncle are both people who can drink. Even your eldest brother can drink a lot. How come you, a little guy, can drink a glass of wine? Hahaha."

Si Yuandao was puzzled at first, but then the more he talked about it, the more funny it became, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Maybe I'm too young." Xie Yuheng sighed and gestured to his husband with his hand. The students inside were still studying.

Si Yuandao suppressed a smile and patted Xie Yuheng's shoulder with his iron hand, "Well...even though he didn't drink much, fortunately his small body is quite strong."

"You can't drink, but that's okay. Anyway, there aren't many people who would dare to force you to drink."

Xie Yuheng nodded obediently, but silently making calculations in his mind. It seemed that in addition to studying in the space every night, he also needed to exercise his drinking capacity.

After becoming an official, it was indispensable to drink some sake at banquets among literati. Even if you don’t have the reputation of being able to drink a thousand cups, you can’t drink one cup, right?

The two masters and disciples walked towards Honghuyuan while talking.

It turned out that a few days ago, it was a class test paper for students who planned to take part in the third scholar examination next year. Si Yuandao asked him to come and practice with a group of lifters.

The so-called fastest way to master a certain knowledge is to be your own teacher and teach others.

Of course, the final name still needs to be reviewed by Si Yuandao.

By the time Xie Yuheng and Si Yuandao arrived, other candidates in the hospital were already being reviewed.

On the contrary, it was Mei Xingyun, a scholar who was half-full of water, who failed the exam. He acted as a servant among them, pouring tea for this one and grinding ink for that one.

I occasionally listened to Meng Ziyi and Xie Mingli's discussion, and I felt like I was enlightened, and I was one step closer to knowing all the ten orifices.

Si Yuandao motioned to Xie Yuheng to go ahead, and he dragged a small chair over. Sitting on it, I leisurely brewed tea. I took out the gift from an unknown villager from my sleeve and roasted the mountain chestnuts.

Seeing Chang He burst into tears, his family became more and more... like a hermit.

Xie Yuheng sat in the center position reserved for her by the examiners. Fang picked up a paper and scanned it roughly, then his eyes went dark.

Question: "There are pheasants and rabbits in a cage today. There are thirty-five heads on the top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?" ’

None of the students answered, because he had finished all his food...

Ben's head, which had improved a lot after drinking hangover tea, started to hurt again.

Xie Yuheng reached for the tea that Mei Xingyun had just poured. The water was slightly hot and he took a sip.

Mei Xingyun was curious about where the divine scroll was, so when Xie Yuheng came, he looked like a child who cannot be taught, and leaned over to read the ink words on the white paper.

When he saw what was written clearly, Mei Xingyun choked on his saliva.

He held up the desk, turned his head away, covered his lips and coughed violently.

Xu Lu, who was on the side, was attracted and looked up. He looked like he had eaten shit.

After a moment of silence, he said, "This student has a pretty good appetite."

"Able to eat twenty-three chickens and twelve rabbits in one sitting. He cannot be considered a person with a good appetite. He should be included in the Taotie family of the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Xie Yuheng sighed, took up his pen and wrote down the student's name on the manuscript paper beside him.

I plan to give this student a set of Xie's exclusive arithmetic problems as an autumn frost gift.

Since ancient times, the imperial examination has been based on literature to select scholars. I only talked with Chen Qiu at the end of last year.

After his intentional disclosure, he learned that Chu Heng intended to open up the arithmetic subject, that is, to establish an imperial examination specifically to select arithmetic talents.

It's just that the official rank may not be very high, but it can be regarded as an extra way out for students at the bottom.

Xie Yuheng read several papers in a row. The math skills of this batch of students who were planning to take the exam were really worrying...even not as good as the female students in the women's school.

After reading Qizi's answers again, Xie Yuheng slapped the table and stood up. It was really torture.

Xiang Si Yuandao took a leave of absence, found a copy of "Zhou Pi Suan Jing" from the Confucius Institute, and went to make up lessons for the students with a straight face.

The students in Tianzi class were beaten to pieces by Xie Yuheng all morning, and they wished they could dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

It wasn't until meal time was approaching that Xie Mingli came to look for the little guy to eat, and then he rescued the bloody students.

Wang Xiu hooked his classmates' shoulders and walked to the cafeteria, murmuring in a low voice: "We are educated and elegant people, and we are not like those in the women's school who want to be shopkeepers. How much do we learn arithmetic?"

"Oh, Brother Wang, Marquis Jiangling must have his reasons for doing this."

"I have to say that after Jiang Linghou's explanation, I have finally touched the threshold of the questions that I didn't understand yesterday."

Liu Ming also held a charcoal pen in his hand, writing and calculating in the palm of his other hand.

Seeing that he was not eating enough, Wang Ming rolled his eyes and curled his lips in disdain: "Then forget it, I'll go to the canteen first. If I go late, there won't be any apricot cheese goose."

"Uh-huh."

Liu Ming was reaching the critical point and responded perfunctorily, not caring whether he could eat apricot cheese goose.