Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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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 didn't say anything.

And his non-rebuttal attitude made Emperor Hongzhi appreciate it very much. 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.

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

Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen, taking advantage of the rest of the year and the next year, 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 no big deal in the future. Don't bother me. There are some things that you decide on your own."

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.

Unexpectedly, 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, that's great.

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 these guys are asked to do the questions every day, which tests their ability to do the questions.

After all, there are several exams, but stereotypes are the ones who really decide to hire. Stereotypes only take one exam, and each exam is one day, one day, and writing an article is actually a test for most candidates.

For the stereotyped exam, it is not possible to rely on the so-called understanding of the sage's classics. 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 exam are too poor, and they are not far behind. After special training.

After they have done countless questions, even if the question they asked is not what 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, but they are so familiar with this question, 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, hired an incomprehensible guy to be an examiner, favoritism and cheating, and undermined the fairness and justice 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 Xishan and step into a brand new world.

But Wang Jinyuan seemed a little nervous: "Master, to be honest, there are some gossips outside, they said, 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.

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Wen Yansheng's seasoning has been made.

Fang Jifan tried it himself.

Wen Yansheng was very grateful to Fang Jifan.

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

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

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 put it gently into his mouth.

Tastes 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 overjoyed: "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.

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After a while, Xin'an Bo Yang Biao, who was practicing the flying ball camp, was found, and when he heard the benefactor's call, he ran happily.

"What's your order, benefactor?"

Wen Yansheng looked at him with strange eyes.

Yang Biao was overjoyed, this old gentleman is probably 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 see."

Yang Biao was stunned: "Grandfather...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, the villain will do it."

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

Yang Biao said, "Grandfather, I want to take a pee."

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

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

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

He was holding 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 doing 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, you fart fish, 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 let go of the fish and rubbed his head again: "Then what? Then what? Gonggong, I really need to urinate."

"..." Fang Jifan was speechless: "Go, go, go 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 was tying his trouser strings, and came back in a hurry, looked at the pot, and said, "The water is going to boil."

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

"Oh." Yang Biao suddenly realized: "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?"

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 delicious fish soup became a steamed large yellow croaker.

Yang Biao hastily served the fish, there was some juice besides the fish.

"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 finger, and stirred in the juice under the fish...

"..." Fang Jifan thought that he should hold the 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 suck 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 smells so good...haha, haha, I, Lao Yang, can cook now, come on, come on and try it, see See if it tastes good."

"Engong, 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 the food made by a fool like Yang Biao, whether he could eat it, was a test of 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.

The taste...isn't bad.

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

Wen Yansheng's eyebrows danced with joy.

Fang Jifan shook his head: "Next time."

It worked.

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

Fang Jifan still felt a little puzzled, maybe Lao Wang was selling melons and boasting.

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