Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 556 succeeded

  After writing, Emperor Hongzhi was full of hope.

Then he smiled and said: "The day before yesterday, I got a memorial, which also talked about studying, but there were a lot of complaints, saying that it was your Xishan Academy who obviously learned new learning, but still used Confucianism to make stereotypes. , It’s purely misleading my disciples. I really want to see if Xishan Academy... is misleading my disciples.”

  Ouyang Zhi pursed his lips, but said nothing.

  Emperor Hongzhi admired his non-refutation attitude, and Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Okay, go and send my Zhu Biao to the Supervisor of Rites."

   "Yes, I obey the order." Ouyang Zhi bowed and saluted.

  ...

  The exam is about to start, so even though it is the Chinese New Year, the sound of Lang Lang's reading can still be heard throughout Xishan.

  Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen, taking advantage of the rest of the year and the next, took turns writing questions, asking readers to write essays over and over again, and at the same time explaining their essays again and again.

   "Young master, young master..." Wang Jinyuan found Fang Jifan with the copied imperial list in his hand.

  Fang Jifan gave him a disgusted look: "What are you doing? It's nothing serious in the future. Don't bother me. Some things are up to you."

Wang Jinyuan has long been accustomed to Fang Jifan's 'bad temper', so like coaxing a child, he took the copied imperial list without haste: "It's settled, the spring is set on February 22 next year. The examiner is Bachelor Xie Qian."

  Fang Jifan was stunned when he heard this.

  Xie Qian.

  The history has not changed. After all, the problem is still Xie Qian.

  So, will the examination questions of this imperial examination change?

  If it doesn't change, it's amazing.

You know, Xishan Academy is doing questions every day. There are not a thousand, but hundreds of questions. , Let these candidates who are preparing to take the exam do it several times.

  Usually let these guys do the questions every day, the test is their ability to do the questions.

  After all, there will be several exams, but the stereotype is the one that really decides to hire. The stereotyped exam only takes one exam, and one exam is a day, and it takes one day to write an article. For the vast majority of candidates, it is actually a test.

   For the stereotyped exam, it is not possible to rely on the so-called understanding of the classics of the sages. It has to be studied and pondered, and it is specially trained for the stereotyped part.

  Therefore, candidates for this subject of Xishan Academy do nothing but do this kind of training every day.

   Of course, their foundation is still guaranteed.

   Those who can pass the Juren examination are too poor, and they are not far behind. After special training.

  After they have done countless questions, then, even if the question they asked is not the one Fang Jifan wanted, it is actually not a big problem for these candidates.

  Because many questions are interlinked in themselves.

  As long as he has mastered the technique of doing the questions, Fang Jifan also firmly believes that the possibility of these people passing the exam is very high.

  Of course, if it is an exam question, the examinees happen to have done it before. Even if they have forgotten the details of the original question, they are so familiar with this question that it is not difficult to pass the exam.

all in all…

Fang Jifan was delighted to learn that Xie Qian was the subject of this subject: "Oh, Mr. Xie, although Mr. Xie has a bad temper, he is a very fair and honest person. I am very relieved to have him as the examiner. I am afraid that the court will The entrustment is not human, and an incomprehensible guy was hired to be an examiner, favoritism and fraud, undermining the fairness and impartiality of the imperial examination, so it can be considered. But now, hahahaha..."

Xie Gong is fair to others, but to Fang Jifan, it is actually a great thing. Candidates who have sharpened their knives, have undergone rigorous training in imperial examinations, have a certain foundation in Confucianism, and may even be familiar with the test questions are about to slaughter.

  They will walk out of the West Mountain and step into a brand new world.

  Wang Jinyuan seemed a little nervous: "Master, to be honest, there are some gossip outside, they say, you..."

   "I'm too lazy to talk to them. They are not convinced. They are welcome to come to me. My young master likes to reason." Fang Jifan waved his hand.

  ...

  Wen Yansheng's seasoning has been made.

  Fang Jifan tried it himself.

  Wen Yansheng is very grateful to Fang Jifan.

  Because of this seasoning, thanks to Fang Jifan's 'pointing', he was inspired.

  Finally, he poured out a pile of powder from the glass bottle. This powder is the finished product after adding a lot of seasonings, boiling and drying.

  Fang Jifan bowed his body, looked at the powder carefully, and raised his head: "Can you eat it?"

   "Eatable."

  Fang Jifan twisted some with his fingers, and gently put it in his mouth.

  The taste is a bit salty.

   This is actually understandable, after all, it hasn’t been put into the food yet, but... I can feel a umami taste, this taste...

  Fang Jifan smacked his lips.

   It really looks like the thirteen incense of later generations.

  Wen Yansheng is very good. Sure enough, his understanding of seasoning coincides with the cooking of later generations.

  Fang Jifan was happy: "Find a fool who doesn't cook, let him cook a table of dishes, just use this seasoning!"

  Wen Yansheng had a bitter face: "Where are there fools, people in Xishan are quite smart."

   "Who said no?" Fang Jifan retorted.

  ...

  A moment later, Xin'anbo Yang Biao, who was practicing the flying ball camp, was found. Hearing the benefactor's call, he ran happily.

   "What is your benefactor's order?"

  Wen Yansheng looked at him with strange eyes.

  Yang Biao is happy, this old gentleman, I am afraid he is not a fool.

  Fang Jifan said: "Have you cooked any food?"

   "I've done it." Yang Biao nodded, "I've made sweet potato porridge."

   "That's right, it's you, come on, cook me a dish and have a look."

  Yang Biao was stunned: "Grandm... this... this... I didn't do well."

   "Believe in yourself, you can do it." Fang Jifan encouraged him.

  Yang Biao looked puzzled, and nodded: "Okay, benefactor ordered, and the villain will do it."

  When we arrived at the stove, all the ingredients were ready. The large yellow croaker had already been disembowelled and cleaned up very cleanly.

  Yang Biao said: "Grandfather, I want to pee."

  Fang Jifan said: "Why are you so wordy, let's cook the fish first."

   "Oh, oh, then I'll hold back." Yang Biao was happy again.

  Children who love to laugh will never have too bad luck.

  He was holding back his urine, Wen Yansheng personally heated the stove for him, and Yang Biao hurriedly filled the stove with water, then rubbed his head: "What are you going to do next?"

  Fang Jifan thought this guy was really stupid, and said with shame: "Let the fish go."

   "Oh, Engong is really amazing, he understands everything."

  Wen Yansheng, who was sitting in front of the stove and cooking the stove, felt angry, and couldn't help but want to scold, two idiots, fish that fart, you should wait for the water to boil before putting the fish in the hot pot.

  However, Wen Yansheng still kept his mouth shut.

After all, this is to test the usefulness of this seasoning. After all, not everyone has their own cooking skills. Even the dishes they make taste good with the seasoning, only their own seasoning is considered a success.

  Yang Biao released the fish and touched his head again: "Then what? Then what? Gonggong, I'm really in a hurry."

   "..." Fang Jifan was speechless: "Go, go and come back quickly."

   This urination took half a cup of tea. Fang Jifan really couldn't understand why it took so long. Your uncle, why didn't you apply for the Guinness Book of Records?

  Yang Biaocai came back in a hurry while tying his trouser strings, looked at the pot, and said, "The water is going to boil."

  Fang Jifan scolded: "Hurry up, put the ingredients."

   "Oh." Yang Biao realized suddenly: "Ingredients, ingredients...Where's the salt?"

  He put a little salt, and then... a little confused: "What should I put next."

   "Put this..." Fang Jifan pointed to Wen Yansheng's seasoning.

   "How much to put?"

  Fang Jifan felt that his self-cultivation had been completely worn down, but he took a deep breath: "It's up to you."

  Yang Biao let go of it all at once.

   Immediately afterwards, the fish was almost burnt dry, and the good fish soup became steamed large yellow croaker.

  Yang Biao hurriedly served up the fish. Besides the fish, there was some juice.

   "It's delicious, it's delicious, it looks delicious." Yang Biao felt a sense of accomplishment and was happy.

  Fang Jifan looked at the fish vigilantly, it was fragrant, it seemed to be quite fragrant, but...

  Fang Jifan said: "Come and have a taste."

   "Oh." Yang Biao nodded, stretched out his fingers, and stirred in the juice under the fish...

   "..." Fang Jifan thought that he should hold chopsticks, but...

  He felt a chill in his heart.

  The juice got on Yang Biao's finger, and Yang Biao put his finger into his mouth and started to **** it.

  Fang Jifan looked at Yang Biao nervously.

Yang Biao licked his fingers, his face was silent for a long time, he took out his fingers, smacked his lips, and suddenly said: "It's so fragrant...haha, haha, I, Lao Yang, can cook now, come, come and try, see Is it delicious?"

   "Grandfather, come and taste."

  Fang Jifan was silent for a long time before he said: "Good boy, don't make trouble, benefactor has an old illness, so he can't eat fish."

   Then, Fang Jifan looked at Wen Yansheng.

  Wen Yan wanted to die, but it was obvious that this was his own ingredients. Even if the food made by a fool like Yang Biao was edible, this tested the success or failure of his ingredients.

  Wen Yansheng braced herself, took the chopsticks, carefully pushed aside a piece of fish, took a deep breath, looked at Fang Jifan resentfully, and put the fish into her mouth.

  He chewed patiently.

  In his mouth... the aroma mixed with seasoning and fish stimulated his taste buds.

   Taste...not bad.

   "Not bad!" Wen Yansheng nodded, showing a gratified smile: "It's really good, Dingyuanhou can come and taste it."

  Wen Yan was beaming with joy.

  Fang Jifan shook his head: "Next time."

   succeeded.

  Wen Yansheng spit out the fish meat, then took water to rinse his mouth, and said happily: "The effect of this seasoning is much better than I imagined, haha..."

  Fang Jifan still felt a little puzzled, it couldn't be Lao Wang selling melons and boasting.

  ………

  Chapter 5 is delivered, and the hand is disabled.

  (end of this chapter)