novelSusiti Chapter 93 Scroll
Chapter 93 Scroll
Chapter 93 Scroll
July 20th is a day off.
The Duke of Zanguo's Mansion.
Dou Fengjie rode on a donkey whose hooves were shoving sparks, brandishing the lacquered spear bestowed upon him by Li Shimin. He deflected the wooden spear from Dou Shang's hand, smashed the shield in Dou happy's hand, and plunged the spearhead into the heart of a wooden man, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the wood.
"Oops!"
Ah Lu stood up proudly, and Dou Fengjie, holding Ah Lu's body, raised his gun and shouted, feeling triumphant for a moment.
Emperor Taizong of Tang personally bestowed upon Dou Fengjie lacquered spears, wooden spears, and horse lances, allowing him to practice to his heart's content.
Of course, crossbows, armor, and flags cannot be possessed or used without permission.
It doesn't matter how others keep it to themselves, but Dou Fengjie can't let anyone find this fault with him.
"Butler, you don't need to hold back next time."
Dou Fengjie jumped off the donkey, put his lacquered spear on the weapon rack, and drew out his horizontal sword and shield, pondering how to apply the essence of Tai Chi to his sword and shield.
Dou Shang smiled and put the wooden gun away. He then took out a file to trim Ah Lu's hooves, and Ah Lu was overjoyed.
My lord's martial arts skills are becoming more and more superb. If my lord knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace.
Dou Xi's mother was peeling beans with a smile on her face. Zhao Rou helped peel the beans, while Zhao Wan struggled to wash the clothes. Mo Lezhong and Mo Lecheng carried a curved plow and turned over the open space in the mansion.
Qian Yong and Qian Jin piled up human and animal excrement in a far corner to ferment, and casually scattered some bean seeds in some scattered fields.
Anyway, the Duke of Zan's mansion has a large enough territory.
Instead of planting flowers and grass, why not plant some wheat and soybeans? They're all-natural and non-toxic, and they can even satisfy a donkey's craving for food.
Every now and then, Dou happy would supervise Tang Shanzhan and his men in producing cedar perfume, which, along with synthetic diamonds, became the flagship products of the Duke of Zanguo's mansion.
Zhao Wan still couldn't understand why so many items, which had entered the mansion in good condition, had disappeared without a trace.
"Young master! A scholar from Huzhou has come to visit!"
Tang Shanzhan, holding an elegant business card, stepped forward and handed it to Dou Fengjie.
Dou Fengjie was completely numb.
He was appointed as an examiner for next year's imperial examinations by imperial decree. The news had barely spread for a few days when scholars began to submit their examination papers.
Investment banking documents are a unique feature of the Tang Dynasty.
Because exam papers are not anonymous, under the same conditions, examiners will inevitably give points to students who recognize familiar names because of the extra impression they have.
Even if it's not submitted directly to the examiner, a word from a high-ranking official or wealthy person to the examiner will greatly increase the chances of being hired.
Even if these measures are all in vain, at least they can give you some psychological comfort.
"Shen Cuncheng from Wukang County, Huzhou? Alright, invite him in and serve him tea. I'm going to change my clothes."
Dou Fengjie responded.
No one knew which scholar would leap over the dragon gate and become a member of the bureaucracy, or even surpass others to become a pillar of the court.
Therefore, it should not be taken lightly.
The aroma of tea wafts through the air, accompanied by a basket of snacks.
The handsome Shen Cuncheng was very talkative and casually presented his own "Horizontal Flute Lyrics: Leaving the Frontier".
"A golden belt binds his battle robe, his horse's head charges through the snow to Lintao."
"They rolled up their flags and raided the Xiongnu chieftain's tent at night, hacking at the Hu soldiers and breaking their precious swords."
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The poem is of a very high standard, at least much higher than that of a mediocre poet like Dou Fengjie.
Dou Fengjie thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh: "The word 'missing' is the finishing touch. The precious sword has a nick from killing enemies. Brilliant!"
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Shen Cuncheng's eyes were filled with the joy of finding a kindred spirit: "Yes, Duke Zan is indeed an expert!"
It was obvious at a glance!
Dou Fengjie took a sip of tea and slowly got to the point: "Brother Shen, it seems like you're wasting your talents by submitting your application to me."
"You want to take the imperial examination, but I'll only be an examiner for the provincial examination next year."
"I know that, but I mainly want the Duke to occasionally promote my name," Shen Cuncheng said, his eyes filled with helplessness. "Everyone's drunk, I can't be the only one sober!"
The reason he was able to approach Dou Fengjie was because Shen Cuncheng had rented an abandoned house in Longzheng Ward, and it was Tang Bugu, the ward head, who directed him to come.
Otherwise, he might not have been able to pass the Tangshan Zhan challenge.
"Duke Zan, it seems that the Classic of Filial Piety was also one of the subjects tested in the imperial examinations."
Shen Cuncheng spoke.
"Speaking of the Classic of Filial Piety, what is your opinion on the story of 'lying on ice to catch carp'?"
Dou Fengjie set the question, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"Putting aside those already established arguments, this is taking advantage of Southerners who have never seen heavy ice and snow."
"Which idiot is lying on the ice? Time to prepare for the feast."
Shen Cuncheng spoke the truth.
Dou Fengjie chewed on a date: "The story of lying on ice to catch carp originated from 'In Search of the Supernatural,' which is itself a tale of the strange."
"It's not wrong for the Classic of Filial Piety to use this to encourage filial piety, but the source should be noted, and it should be stated that it is a novel and that imitation is not encouraged."
Of course, if a group of "parents" were organized to report it, perhaps the story of "lying on ice to catch carp" could disappear from the Classic of Filial Piety.
The reason is simple: it would cause young, incapable children to lie on the ice, which could lead to their deaths, right?
You can report anything, since you don't need any capital.
"Your regular script is either close to the style of Ouyang Xun or the style of Yu Shinan; it's unique and won't easily earn you points."
Dou Fengjie spoke frankly and without reservation.
Shen Cuncheng's regular script is plump and dignified, but lacks artistic interest, showing some resemblance to Xu Hao, Zhang Jiuling's nephew, decades later.
However, this style is not mainstream nowadays, so it inevitably scores a lower mark.
Dou Fengjie's Liu style calligraphy is unique, yet he doesn't need any additional font to enhance it; he can do it naturally and freely.
"The students had considered it, but unfortunately their abilities were limited, their style was already established, and it couldn't be changed."
Shen Cuncheng was honest and readily admitted his lack of ability.
"Brother Shen's insights into laws and administration are sufficient to qualify him as a county magistrate."
After a detailed discussion, Dou Fengjie came to a conclusion.
The reason why he wasn't called the county magistrate is because Shen Cuncheng didn't have a good family background and lacked sufficient qualifications, so it was impossible for him to become the head of a county within a few years.
It is extremely difficult for someone of humble origin to rise to a high position.
Zhang Liang, who came from a farming background, was able to become a Duke, but at the cost of being imprisoned after being accused by Li Yuanji during the struggle for the throne.
Shen Cuncheng took his leave and left the mansion. Tang Shanzhan's eyes gleamed with cunning: "This scholar, Father inquired and found out that he didn't come through the imperial examinations, which is why he recommended him to the mansion."
Dou Fengjie smiled and said, "You've really gone to a lot of trouble, Lao Fang."
Although Dou Fengjie didn't care about those who came to submit their examination papers, he couldn't refuse Tang Bugu's kind offer.
Dou happy slapped his forehead: "My memory is terrible! Zhang Wenguan, the military advisor of Yongzhou, sent me his visiting card, saying he would like to invite you to his residence for a discussion."
Dou Fengjie nodded slightly.
His plan was to have Hou Junji, as the Grand General, lead an expedition against Tuyuhun the following year, and Hou Junji naturally couldn't refuse.
But Hou Junji's mother, Dou Niangzi, will be eighty years old next year, and she has a premonition that her time is near.
This aligns with Dou Fengjie's speculation.
The question then arises: between loyalty to the country and filial piety, how should Hou Junji choose?
Dou happy's eyes gleamed with cunning: "Also, when Jiang Zuocheng sent over the fried cakes, he didn't say a word."
Dou Fengjie knew that Li Desai had sent local specialties from his hometown of Sanyuan County as a way of thanking him for setting the policy and preventing his father, Li Jing, from going to fight the Tuyuhun while he was ill.
Dou Fengjie also knew that Dou happy, that little glutton, must have secretly eaten another piece.
Sigh, Dou happy, who stayed by my side through those difficult times, only cared about this one bite of food, what else could I do?