Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

The general examination is the same as the provincial examination. It is also divided into three sessions, each lasting three days, starting on February 11th, 14th and 17th.

The list will be published on March 12th. The person named on the list is called "Gongshi" and the first one is called "Huiyuan".

Since the admission quota for the joint examination is the same as that for the palace examination, the "Gongshi" is actually a Jinshi, and the only difference is the "imperial gift".

Although Jia Cong did not take exams and did not participate in the examination affairs, he was not idle these days. He ordered Jin Yiwei to check the information of the examiners and candidates in detail.

On the day when the results were released, Baoyu Jinke's fate became a top priority in Xifu. Baochai, Daiyu, Feng Jieer, etc. were also invited to Rongqing Hall to talk to the old lady, waiting for the almost impossible good news.

Ruyi went to the palace to visit the queen. Jia Cong was bored at home, so he went to Xifu to tease Baoyu.

"Baoyu, looking at your complacent look, Jinke will definitely become a blockbuster." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Baoyu's face turned red, and he laughed dryly and said: "It's too early to say it, it's too early to say it."

The girls all covered their mouths and smiled, but they were just trying to coax the old lady to be stubborn. Who would believe that he, a man who could not memorize all four books, could learn Chinese?

However, Jia Mu was so confident in Baoyu that she glared at Jia Cong and said, "Don't look down on others. I won't ask you whether you can crouch or not when my Baoyu is hit."

Everyone laughed.

Jia Cong said: "If the jade can win, I will fry the fish in the palm of my hand for him to eat."

"That's what you said." Jia Mu spat at him.

"Good news, good news." Suddenly, a group of shouts were heard at the door, and a young boy rushed in. It was Baoyu's long-term follower Mingyan.

Jia Mu didn't care to blame him for breaking into the inner house, and asked quickly: "Speak quickly!"

Mingyan's face was filled with joy, she took a breath and said, "Good news, Second Master Bao has won the prize!" As she said this, she took out a roll of good news banners from her arms and presented them to her.

Jia Cong frowned slightly and asked, "Has Brother Fang been hit?"

"Back to Lord Marquis, Uncle Fang also won the prize, ranking thirty-fifth." Ming Yan said hurriedly.

Jia Cong nodded slowly. This was a normal ranking, but Baoyu was a little weird.

Xiangyun took the good news from Yuanyang and read: "Good news, Mr. Jia Yiying ranked 288th on the Renshenke Apricot List in the 11th year of Xifeng High School. The Beijing News has been listed in the Huangjia list."

When the examination results were released, the apricot flowers were in full bloom, so it was called the apricot list.

"Okay! The ancestors have spirits, the ancestors have spirits! My Baoyu is going to be successful." Mother Jia was so excited that she burst into tears. She hugged Baoyu and couldn't stop crying.

Everyone congratulated, advised, and wiped away tears.

When Baochai and Daiyu saw Jia Cong's face sinking, they knew that something was fishy, ​​so they said nothing.

"Come here, sir, please come. Then invite Brother Fang." Jia Cong said calmly.

"Yes, yes, invite the master here. I want to ask him if he wants to beat or scold my Baoyu." Jia Mu said.

Jia Cong said: "Old lady, please don't be overjoyed or sad. It's important to take care of yourself. The matter of Baoyu may not be safe."

Jia Mu pointed at Jia Cong and laughed and scolded: "What's wrong with asking you to look down on my precious jade?
Everyone knows that in the palace examination, God's grace is so great that it only determines the name and will not depose him. Since Baoyu is on the apricot list, he is guaranteed to be a Jinshi. Wen Jinshi is more respectable than Wu Zhuangyuan like you. "

When the girls saw that the old lady was so complacent that she went to tease Jia Cong, they all covered their mouths and snickered.

Lian Baoyu, a pure man who always regarded fame as dirt, now deeply felt the value of fame. He bowed his hands in a reserved manner and expressed his thanks humbly.

Jia Congli didn't bother to pay attention to him, and only thought about it in his mind.

Xiangyun glanced at Jia Cong proudly and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that even a general who has every strategy and is victorious in every battle would sometimes make mistakes. I don't know how to fry fish in the palm of my hand?"

"Yun'er." Baochai was afraid that Jia Cong would be embarrassed, so he glared at her and signaled her not to mention it again.

Jia Cong smiled when he heard this and said: "Xiangyun, your 'loved brother' has a noble person to help him this time. Do you think it is his ability? And the matter has not been settled yet, why are you anxious?"

Daiyu next to her laughed. Jia Cong was the second person after her to make fun of Xiangyun.

Xiangyun was really angry when he heard this, and said angrily: "You women are not good people, and you are not a family. You will not enter the same family. Hum, I won't tell you anymore."

Daiyu, however, was not someone to be trusted with. She smiled and said, "Although Baoyu hasn't become an official yet, Yun Yatou has become one first."

"Oh? How do you say this?" Jia Cong said with admiration.

"The ancients said that only state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps. Isn't Yun'er an official now?" Daiyu covered her mouth and smiled.

"You!" Xiangyun was so anxious and angry that he couldn't even speak, so he wanted to come over and pull Daiyu.

"Hey, if a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands, why would he want to hit someone?" Jia Cong smiled and stood up to stop him.

"Sister Bao, look at them bullying me." Xiangyun stamped her feet and said angrily.

Daiyu deftly hid behind him and said with a smile: "Don't look for Sister Bao. If you have the ability, go to 'Sister Ai'. Brother Cong will listen to 'Sister Ai'."

Next to Yingchun smiled, everyone shook their heads and laughed.

"You still laugh at me, but I will fight with you."

When everyone saw them quarreling, they all smiled and tried to persuade them.

When Xiangyun became angry, he would definitely catch Daiyu wherever he was willing to listen. Jia Cong opened his arms to protect her.

Suddenly, Xiangyun quickly snatched away from Jia Cong, trying to get around him to get Daiyu.

Unexpectedly, Jia Cong's ape arm was already lying there, and his delicate body immediately hit him.

"Ouch." Xiangyun exclaimed softly and hurriedly stepped away.

There was still a heavy feeling of oppression in my chest, and I couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry. I stamped my feet and said, "You two are bullying me."

After saying that, he threw himself into Jia Mu's arms, not daring to raise his head again. He scolded Jia Cong bloody in his heart, "bastard!" lecher! Dirty seeds! You are so frivolous about me!

Daiyu gave Jia Cong a half-smile, then looked at his hand.

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and spread his hands, blaming me again, I wasn't protecting you.

Daiyu whispered in his ear: "Don't act like you've got an advantage and still act like a good boy, Girl Yun will definitely piss you off."

Jia Cong smiled awkwardly: "It's not that big of a deal. It was an accident. Didn't you see it? Besides, Xiangyun is magnanimous, so how can he care about everything?"

"Bah, of course you don't care if you take advantage."

Jia Cong laughed softly and said: "What does this mean? When Xiangyun leaves the pavilion and appreciates the joy of the boudoir, will he still care about these trivial things?"

Daiyu blushed and spat: "Dirty."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard the servant reply and Jia Zheng came over.

Everyone hurriedly told the news about Baoyu Chinese Style and presented the good news to him.

Although Jia Zheng was a little confused, he still couldn't help but let out a long sigh, twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Ancestors bless you, ancestors bless you."

Jia Cong said, "Master, has anyone said anything to you about Baoyu's fate these days?" Jia Zheng was stunned, shook his head and said, "I have not discussed this matter with my colleagues."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Is there any help from gods? Or maybe I also feel that Baoyu's fashion knowledge has reached such a high level."

A son is better than his father. When it comes to poetry, Baoyu can barely make up for it. When it comes to eight-legged art, Jia Zheng would rather believe that his ancestors are resurrected than that he can go to high school.

"What do you mean, Brother Cong?"

"Someone is secretly helping me, but I don't know who it is," Jia Cong said.

Jia Zheng pondered for a while and said: "About two months ago, when I met Prince Beijing, he mentioned to me that Baoyu would soar to the sky.

At that time, I only said that he was complimenting me, but should I say it today? Damn it, did you tell the prince? "

Baoyu Qiqi Ai Ai said: "The last time I visited the prince's house, he asked me, and my son told the truth. He had no intention of asking the prince for help."

Jia Zheng glared at him, and it was in vain to scold him at this moment.

Jia Cong nodded slowly, Prince Beijing, he should have this energy, but why should he help Baoyu such a big favor?

Is it just his anus? Too willing to spend money.

People who do not understand the principles of officialdom often think that high-ranking officials and nobles can do whatever they want, which is really ridiculous.

Little do they know that these are all debts of gratitude and are by no means free.

Even if King Beijing can use his connections to promote Baoyu, he must pay a corresponding or even greater price before others will do things for him.

But what does he want?

Jia Cong couldn't think clearly for a while, so he simply gave up and asked Pang Chao later.

Mother Jia glared at the two of them and said, "No matter how he got hit, he got hit. Are you two still going to report him?"

Jia Zheng said hurriedly: "Old lady, please calm down. My son didn't mean that. He just owed me a favor, but I don't know how he got it back."

Jia Mu said: "Just now someone said that he wanted to fry the fish in the palm of his hand without fear of burning it. I don't think so and let him return the favor."

All the girls covered their mouths and laughed. Sister Feng glanced at Jia Cong and asked you to brag. Your hide is broken.

Just as Jia Cong was about to speak, he heard from his subordinates that Jia Fang was here and hurriedly called him in.

After the ceremony, Jia Cong smiled and said: "Brother Fang, my family is a thousand miles away, and it turns out that I am in high school."

Jia Fang had already heard the news, and was not very happy. Her expression was indifferent and calm, and she cupped her hands and said, "My nephew, thank you Third Uncle for your support."

"Well, I invite you here to tell you something. Your Uncle Bao also won the prize. He ranked 288th. Although he is at the bottom, he is still on the list." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Jia Fang was startled and couldn't help but glance at Baoyu and hurriedly bowed and said: "My nephew is blind, congratulations to my second uncle for becoming famous in one battle."

"It's just a fluke, it's not worth anything." Baoyu smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.

Jia Cong chuckled and said, "Brother Fang, what questions will you try?"

"Going back to Third Uncle, there are three exams in total, each lasting three days. The first exam is about the meaning of the classics, with a total of three questions on four books and one question on poetry.

The second session examines the questions, chapters, tables, treatises, judgments, edicts, imperial edicts and other institutional texts of the Five Classics.

The third session examines policy theory and historical theory. "Jia Fang said.

Jia Zheng nodded and said: "Especially the first game is the most important, with a weight of more than 80%. The last two games are just a formality."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "In that case, Brother Fang, please tell me about the first test questions."

"Yes. The first question comes from "The University". There is a great way to make money. There are many people who make money, few people who eat it. Those who use it are sick, and those who use it are comfortable. Then the wealth will be enough." Jia Fang said.

"Well, this is a good question." Jia Cong looked at Baoyu: "Baoyu, how do you solve the question?"

Baoyu glanced at Jia Zheng cautiously and murmured: "The saint knows his way and gathers his wealth so that his people will not be hungry or discouraged."

"You bastard! You're way off topic!" Jia Zheng couldn't help scolding him.

Baoyu hurriedly lowered his head and counted the ants.

Jia Fang couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and quickly lowered her head for fear of offending Baoyu.

Jia Cong asked in a low voice: "Sister Bao, is Baoyu doing a bad job?"

Baochai nodded and said, "It's a complete mess."

Daiyu laughed softly and said: "The meaning of the saint is that the production of wealth must be in line with the Dao, so that it can be abundant at all times, and the people will not have to worry about scarcity.

There is no meaning of gathering wealth, but Baoyu said that the saint is like a miser. "

Jia Cong laughed dumbly and said, "Brother Fang, how did you break it?"

Jia Fang said respectfully: "What my nephew has discovered is that those who manage money can become rich if they know how to do it. Please give me some advice, sir."

"Okay!" Jia Zheng sighed: "Brother Fang has mastered the Samadhi deeply."

Baochai and Daiyu also nodded and praised: "Brother Fang has profound principles and principles, and he can explain the meaning of the saint."

Jia Cong also understood a little bit. The so-called solving the problem was to break down the fundamental idea contained in the words of the saint.

Jia Fang's explanation of the topic is extremely concise. In just one sentence, he explains the approach and purpose of financial management, which can be said to have completely solved the essence of the topic.

"What's the second question?"

"Returning to Third Uncle, the second question comes from The Analects of Confucius. I am determined to learn more about it."

"This question is simple, and I know what it means. Confucius said that he only decided to become a scholar when he was fifteen years old, right?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Bao and Dai laughed but said nothing. Are the words of a saint so simple?
Jia Fang hurriedly said: "What the third uncle said is absolutely true."

"Well, Baoyu asked such a simple question, you don't know how to poke fun at Lou Zi?" Jia Cong said with a bad smile.

Baoyu hesitated to speak.

"Beast, hurry up and say it!" Jia Zheng said angrily.

"Yes, yes, what is wrong with me is that you have to learn early, and you are not the only one who is a saint." Baoyu said boldly.

Daiyu had already laughed out loud, this fool actually wanted to compete with the saint.

Baochai also put her hand on her forehead and shook her head with a smile. It was so ridiculous.

Jia Zheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and sighed with tears: "Unfortunately, our family has suffered such evil, and it has dishonored our ancestors."

Tanchun, Xiangyun, Keqing and other intellectuals also stopped trying to hold back their laughter.

Jia Cong didn't know what he meant and hurriedly asked the two talented women. (End of chapter)