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Chapter Eight hundred and forty-six Wenhui (Part 2)

This was annoying, and He Huan was choked at once.

His lips moved, and after a while, he said, "Brother Li is so free and easy, and he makes sense!"

As he said that, his eyes turned, his head tilted, covered his lips with a fan, and said softly: "You are afraid you don't know. I heard from my third uncle's cousin's family that the imperial examination in the imperial examination is not limited, but after passing forty, it is actually difficult to get on the list."

"So, every subject is only ten subjects in a lifetime, and every subject must be cherished!"

Seeing his words, Li Jia was quite surprised. This was only said to some ministers, but he never expected it to spread. He pretended to be surprised:

"Why is this? Thirty young masters and fifty young masters, what's the point of limiting the age of forty?"

"Hehe!" He Huan said proudly: "You don't know this. In recent years, there have been many Jinshi, but there are many prefectures and counties in the world, so they naturally strive for excellence. Moreover, Jinshi must enter the local area. After being over forty, they have long been dizzy in their eyes, loose teeth and falling, and their desks are exhausted, so how can they handle government affairs?"

"If you are not a juren, you can be an official, and scholars all over the world don't know what they are like."

"When you are under the fifth rank, you will be in power at fifty years?"

"When you think about it carefully, this makes sense!" Li Jia exclaimed pretending.

"Hehe!" He Huan nodded and agreed: "The official positions in the world are limited. If not, how could we juren have an official position?"

As he said that, he shook his head again and sighed: "Now, as long as he is a scholar, he can be an official even if he is a scholar, he can still become an official. It doesn't matter if he can't pass the Jinshi exam. Anyway, if he has an official, it's good to have a good experience in the end."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, for us scholars, this is the best time. After all, the Holy Emperor is in court, which is extraordinary!"

Hearing this flattery, Li Jia seemed to drink hot water, and her pores were wide open, making her feel so comfortable.

While the two were talking like this, Wang Fu met Tian Han and Yang Wenjing, and presented the lords to the throne, and the envoys also met with compliments.

"Brother He is not going to welcome him?" Li Jia looked at He Huan who was still moving and said in surprise: "If these two people praise you, you can become an official as a son, even if you are a county magistrate."

In theory, Juren is a second-level official, but now he has retired from his fifties and has been dismissed from the inspection of the deposed envoys, and almost every month, and his official positions are still quite loose, so Juren is often a county magistrate.

"I am indifferent to fame and fortune!" He Huan fanned the wind, raised his chin, and said slowly.

"That's right, Brother He is self-aware and knows the reason for coming from behind!"

Li Jia smiled.

At this time, the hall was full of people, and scholars were laughing and cheering, exquisite dishes were served one by one, and fine wine was served, and glasses were serene and chatting and laughing.

It can be said that there are great scholars in chatting and laughing, but there are no white people in exchanges.

"I have a shallow virtue and talent. Today I am ashamed of being invited by you." Yang Wenjing is a great scholar in Hunan. As soon as he spoke, everyone calmed down and listened to his words.

"But now in its prosperous age, the literary style is at its peak, and it coincides with the imperial examination year. It is difficult to stop the enthusiasm, so I can only come and have a moment to come and have a chance to discover some of the talents of Li and Du for the country, and it will not be a vain of the King's warm invitation."

Tian Han also stroked his beard and expressed his approval. He also said a few words briefly, saying that if he is the leader, Caitou, in addition to the four treasures of the study, also has fifty cents of money, and secondly, those who are recognized are ten cents of money.

As a result, the atmosphere became more and more high.

As the initiator of this literary conference, Wang Fuze seemed to be half the master, saying, "At the grand event, Mr. Tian and Mr. Yang are here again. I hope you don't be stingy with literary works and creativity and show your talents..."

Then, his words, with the theme of spring, and without limiting rhyme, produced a poem.

Tian Han said seriously: "Since the former Tang Dynasty, poetry was the first. Although the country emphasized policy and argument, the way of poetry was still emphasized. If the poem was well imitated, it could add a lot of color. I hope everyone should not be lazy, and it is limited to a stick of incense--"

"Brother Li!" At this time, He Huan suddenly breathed rapidly, grabbed Li Jia's arm, and was very excited.

"Why is this? Isn't it indifferent to fame and fortune?" Li Jia smiled.

"Fifty cents!" He Huan whispered in a low voice: "In addition to sensationalizing the whole city, there are also fifty cents of money. The spending in Changsha City these days can almost be earned back. This trip is just in vain."

"I'm just fifty taels of shit, my eyelids are too shallow!"

Li Jia shook her head and laughed.

Having said that, the ordinary inns in the city now only have about ten cents a month for accommodation and food, and the monthly salary of the imperial guards is only five hundred cents. The ordinary ninth-rank clerk, a hundred stones a year, is only more than thirty cents.

For ordinary people, fifty taels are enough for a family of five, and it costs several years.

It was not just He Huan, but Li Jia looked up and saw that the scholars around him were breathing much faster.

Yes, except for exemption from labor service, other juren from being accused of officials, wandering with swords, becoming officials, etc., are basically empty-headed and cannot get rich overnight. They can now come for the exam, and are sponsored by the tribe and gentry.

Faced with this situation of gaining fame and fortune, wouldn’t it be joyful?

Then, paper, ink, pen and inkstone were sent on each table. This cost dozens of coins, which was a big deal.

In order to make one's name, this king talisman really made a sacrifice.

"Hmph, a bunch of tiptoes!" Wang Fu looked thoughtful, but Yu Guang saw many people scratching their ears and heads, thinking a lot, but he was extremely calm and joyful.

He had already asked someone to think about this title, and he couldn't help but recite it in his heart. Then he pretended to think, turned his head and looked out the window until half a stick of incense passed, and then he sprinkled ink and started writing carefully.

Tian Han and Yang Wenjing watched silently without saying a word. As literary masters, they did not come here and always cherish their reputation.

And participating in this literary fair is also mutually successful. If you discover a great talent, you will inevitably have a reputation as a wise person.

Moreover, the Wang family has given too much, and it is difficult to refuse the kindness!

Immediately, in less than a quarter of an hour, most people submitted their poems, and Wang Fu and Jinling talented Feng Yunsheng were together, which was difficult to distinguish.

Although they received the money, Tian Han and Yang Wenjing should not be too partial, as it will affect their reputation!

"Brother Li, why are you silent?" He Huan submitted the poem draft. When he looked back, Li Fu did not start writing. He couldn't help but say surprised: "This is fifty cents of money. Isn't it enough to write an old poem that was rarely heard of in the past?"

It turns out that this is possible. I just said, why are there so many such urgent things? It turns out that I am copying myself!

This way, I'm not polite.

Li Jia rubbed her hands and waved her pen:

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river is warm and the duck is prophet.
Chapter completed!
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