Enter school.

There is no doubt that this is the best way to advance for a person who is white and cannot get the shadow of his family.

It has been nearly a hundred years since the founding of the Yan Dynasty, and it has been more than thirty years since the most recent war between the imperial court and the imperial court.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to gain wealth by risking your life.

You can naturally get rich by doing business, but being rich without being noble can only be a plate of fat on the lips of the powerful, and others can eat it whenever they want.

Only studying and studying is the best way to change your identity.

If we can form a large network of contacts by virtue of the same age, teachers and other relationships, what will the Ningguo Mansion fear when it is about to lose?

Of course, Jia Qiang also knew how difficult it was to get into school.

Especially in the imperial city of Shuntian Mansion, the competition is more fierce than anywhere else.

But what he wanted was not the number one scholar, nor the Three Yuan Six Poems, nor even the Jinshi.

It is enough for him to have the status of a Juren, so that he will not be troubled by the government, and to have a starting point of status that can at least be equal to the county magistrate and a brother.

With this status, it is much easier to do many things.

But asking him, an engineering student, to study the Four Books and Five Classics and write eight-part essays really left him scratching his head.

Fortunately, he has the memory of his predecessor. Although the predecessor himself may not be able to memorize the "Four Books", now that he has browsed the memory of his predecessor, he can basically recite it backwards and forwards. I don't know if this is a golden finger...

After all, the four books combined only amount to more than 50,000 words.

But to thoroughly read the Four Books, what you need to read is not the Four Books themselves, but the "Collected Commentary on Chapters and Sentences of the Four Books" annotated by Zhu Xi. This is the masterpiece of Confucian classics for thousands of years.

Coupled with the annotations of the great Confucians of the past dynasties, there are many old boys who have read the "Haoshou" Sutra, but have never fully read it after reading it for a hundred years.

However, Jia Qiang looked at the clear memories of his original life in his mind and felt that as long as he didn't pursue Sandingjia, it shouldn't be too difficult to just seek the identity of a student member and a successor.

The No. 1 Scholar sounds like great glory, but Jia Qiang remembers that since the establishment of the imperial examination system in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, among the nearly 600 No. 1 Scholars born so far, there are only about 40 people who can be ranked among the prime ministers and assistants, not even 10%.

Let Jia Qiang bury her head for ten or twenty years to win the title of No. 1 Scholar. Let’s not say whether she can win it. Even if she can win it, she will only be a sixth-grade official. She enters the Hanlin Academy to observe politics and raise her hopes, but she doesn’t know how to return it.

How many years will it take for him to become famous? By then he will have passed the age of knowing his destiny.

The price/performance ratio is too low.

Traveling through time and reading stereotypes for a lifetime, why bother...

Therefore, there is no need to put too much pressure on entering school. First, get a reputation as a scholar, and then try to get a reputation as a scholar. It is enough.

But these are all things within a few years. The plan is such a plan. Whether it can come true depends on working hard first.

It's good to succeed, but if you really can't find another way, it will just be much more difficult.

But if he can live a second life again, what could be more difficult?

The most important thing right now is to live a clean life.

Also, after escaping from Ning Mansion, he didn’t have much money left with him...

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The next morning.

Even though it was already her fourth day in this world, Jia Qiang still savored every scene and person on the road with gusto.

The ancient splendor that I saw in movies and TV shows in my previous life seems so insignificant now.

Too much color is missing, and too much real life flavor is missing.

The West City is already the most expensive part of the entire Divine Capital City, except for the Central Imperial City. However, except for a few avenues, most of the streets and alleys are paved with sand.

Domestic garbage and even feces can be seen everywhere on the roadside, including those from cattle, horses and mules, as well as those from humans...

Moreover, not all women abide by the old rules not to be seen in public. These rules seem to be only true for scholars and rich and powerful families.

For ordinary people, surviving is the first element of life.

So along the way, Jia Qiang saw many women and girls wrapped in headscarves and carrying baskets, coming and going in a hurry.

There are also many women who help with their family's business in the small stalls lined up on the street or in storefronts.

Some were dressed simply, while others were wearing silk clothes.

The colors are so bright that they are a bit dazzling in the sunlight.

All these scenes told Jia Qiang that the situation he was in was not a bizarre dream, but the real world...

Jia Qiang ate a bowl of celery and chicken wontons at a roadside stall. She spent five pennies and another two pennies to buy two pancakes. According to her predecessor's memory, she ate and watched the scenery all the way to Jia's house.

Volunteer studies.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Qiang? What are you dressing up like?"

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the free school, I saw an "acquaintance" that I didn't see very often these days. This person had a big head and a rough manner. He got off his horse, threw the reins to the entourage behind him, and looked at him with a smile. He was dressed in fine cloth.

Jia Qiang asked.

This person is the only son of the famous Jia clan in-laws, Xue Pan, known as Xue Dashou.

Years ago, the Xue family moved north and settled in the Jia family. Xue Pan, who was only fifteen years old, was sent by Jia Zheng to "jinyi" in the clan school. Jinyi really didn't see much improvement, but he was just a chrysanthemum flower that got mixed up with some bastards of the Jia family.

open……

Fortunately, he is not really stupid, he knows what kind of people he can provoke and what kind of people he cannot touch.

At least he always treated the direct descendants of the Jia clan with courtesy.

Although Jia Qiang's parents were both dead, she was not strong at all. Firstly, she was the great-great-grandson of Ningguo, and secondly, Jia Zhen doted on Jia Rong to support her. In addition, she was born with a very outstanding personality, so even though Xue Pan was closer, she did not dare to make any mistakes.

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Jia Qiang said calmly: "Uncle Xue, I will be sixteen soon, so Qian'er moved out from Ning's Mansion to live alone."

When Xue Pan heard this, he knew that something terrible must have happened inside. However, he also knew that wealthy families had many disputes, but his own family was not clean, so he was too lazy to explore the affairs of other families, so he pretended not to know, and was happy.

Said: "Okay, if you are ambitious, that's what men should do. Although you are not as good as me, because I started to support the family since I was twelve or thirteen, you are like this now, but it is good. Just wait, I will send you tomorrow

You give me a great gift and make you happy."

Jia Qiang smiled and thanked him. Seeing that his demeanor was now more outstanding than before, Xue Pan said with a smile: "We brothers do not speak outsiders."

Having said that, he also omitted the seniority.

The two of them entered together and went to the corridor, where they saw four little children playing unscrupulously on the corridor, sometimes muttering furtively, and sometimes letting out bursts of exclamation laughter.

"real?!"

"That's amazing..."

"Otherwise, how could Uncle Zhen of Dongfu support him, and he would be better than Uncle Xiaorong..."

"No, kissing and touching buttocks makes for a great pair of biscuits, quack..."

"Ouch, keep your voice down, it's coming..."

Jia Qiang recognized these four little boys as the four personal servants around Jia Baoyu, the Phoenix Master of the West Mansion. One was Ming Yan, one was Hoe Yao, one was Sweeping Red, and the other was Mo Yu.

Among them, the one who gained the most trust from Jia Baoyu was Ming Yan, who was looking at him with a hint of provocation and mocking eyes.

It may seem unbelievable, but in the Jia family, the younger members of the Jia family, who are the servants around their elders, do have to respect them.

In their words: Not to mention the old Chen who serves the elders, even the cats and dogs around the elders must be respected. This is the etiquette and rules in everyone's high-ranking family.

Mingyan is Jia Baoyu's close servant, and Jia Qiang is Jia Baoyu's nephew. According to the rules of the Jia family, Jia Qiang really can't do anything to Mingyan, otherwise it will be disrespectful to Jia Baoyu, his second uncle.

Therefore, Ming Yan, who is naughty by nature, did not feel guilty and embarrassed like the other three boys who were caught saying bad things behind her back. Instead, she dared to look at Jia Qiang provocatively.

The exciting feeling of using his slave to bully his master made him feel particularly happy.

But he certainly didn't expect that a person who had been kicked out of Ningguo Mansion and had no foothold since then would regard the Jia family's rules as bullshit.

Under Xue Pan's eyes watching the good show, Jia Qiang walked over with a calm face and even steps, not hurrying or slowing.

However, just when Mingyan thought he would be obedient and walked over without even daring to let go, she saw Jia Qiang suddenly stopped as she passed by him, and then suddenly made a move without warning, grabbed his hair, and

He clenched his hand into a fist and punched him hard on the nose.

This unexpected move immediately stunned Ming Yan.

This wasn't the most cruel thing. Jia Qiang didn't give the other three boys a chance to react. With one hand, Jia Qiang grabbed the already stunned Mingyan with one hand and fiercely slapped the one beside him with his nosebleed-stained face.

Veranda pillars!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After being hit for an unknown number of times, his ferocity frightened all the Jia clan members and Jia Baoyu's three other servants to the point where they were at a loss. However, Xue Pan, who was very nervous, came to his senses and hurried forward and hugged her.

He grabbed Jia Qiang and urged loudly: "Good brother, good brother, let go quickly... let go quickly, for God's sake, if you hit me again... if you hit me again, you will die!"

Jia Qiang then let go of her hand, letting Mingyan, whose face was covered in blood and unable to see her face clearly, to collapse to the ground. Then she broke away from Xue Pan and gently straightened her wrinkled muslin clothes.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of frightened eyes, he walked step by step towards the entrance of the school. He wore a purple gold crown with a hairpin and a jewel on his head.

The round-faced boy stood in front of him, bowed slightly and said: "Second Uncle Bao, Mingyan talked nonsense with others, and he spread rumors behind my back. His words were extremely filthy and dirty. In anger, I accidentally hit him.

Mingyan is a close friend of Uncle Bao. As a junior of Uncle Bao, I shouldn't take action. You see, should I report this matter to Dongfu to punish me, or should I send someone directly to the infantry commander's yamen to call for help?

Are you here to hold me accountable?"

Jia Baoyu: "..."
Chapter completed!