Into Unscientific

A certain month and a certain day of the year.

The city of Bianjing was quiet and serene.

The half crescent moon in the eastern sky illuminates the rich palaces and dilapidated homestays.

Someone was murmuring in a gentle dreamland.

Others stayed up all night.

The cold moonlight fell on the courtyard of Wutai, and a hunched figure put his hands behind his back and looked up at the starry sky.

Eighty years of his life, at this moment, countless memory fragments are slowly flashing through his mind.

crunch--

The peddler who sold breakfast pushed his wheelbarrow, chattering and creaking as he walked forward.

He got up half an hour earlier than yesterday, and firmly believed that he would get a good position this time.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the ceremony department, the hawker was surrounded by a huge crowd.

"Do you have meat buns with cured sauce?"

"Do you have multigrain pancakes?"

"Hot and sour rice noodles?"

"Ramen, sliced ​​noodles and hot dry noodles?"

"Do you have Shaxian noodles?"

"Xinqiu! Can't you see the signboard of Hulatang?"

The relatively young peddler can't hear the accents of all over the world, but it doesn't affect his ability to shake the spoon.

Facing the glaring faces of the diners, he said with a sneer:

"There is no one else, but you are familiar with it."

Everyone squatted at the door after filling their stomachs, and the cheers of singing the wind and making the moon rose and fell one after another.

The peddler lowered his head to clean up the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, looking at them thoughtfully from time to time, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Many years ago, I was so bookish.

As the saying goes.

Whenever the sun rises, there will always be people who are happy and others who are sad.

The door of the Ministry of Rituals opened slowly, and the clerk took the list to the bulletin board.

Everyone followed closely like a magnet, as if drawn by an invisible force.

They studied hard for decades, spent their good years practicing words and sentences, and stimulated their talents and ideas between paper and pen, just for the sake of getting a title on the gold list one day.

Today is the day when the imperial court will try to release the list.

Among this group of scholars, there was a middle-aged man who read the list without saying a word, and tried his best to squeeze out from the crowd.

The middle-aged man sat and rested in the hawker's booth, quietly watching the various living beings in front of him, and the peddlers around him didn't even bother to chase him away.

The national examination is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and a little slack will become a foil.

Only by entering the official admission list can one advance from a laborer to a laborer.

This person successfully advanced, and more candidates put down their books and became a new generation of hawkers.

Four years later.

He was born.

His father, that is, a middle-aged man, relied on a brush to make horizontal strokes, and promoted officials from the local area to Wailang, a member of the ancestral hall.

With the increase in working age, it is not only income, but also a room full of books.

However, he seemed to only care about eating and growing his body, and he didn't show any natural talent.

Soaking in the pile of books all day long, I haven't seen half a full-score composition.

Not to mention reciting Tang poems at the age of three, learning English at the age of six, and sweeping the Mathematical Olympiad class at the age of nine

He obviously couldn't keep up with the child prodigies, so he could only gnaw at each word.

But maybe hard work makes up for it.

As long as it is the knowledge that is engraved in the mind, it will definitely improve rapidly after being understood by analogy.

His father gave careful guidance step by step, and he insisted on reading three or five more pages of books every day.

Eighteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the city of Bianjing is still full of flowers.

this day.

He failed to reach the entrance of the ceremony department, and was blocked by a huge crowd.

Seeing that the bulletin board has not posted the list yet, I want to find a small stall to eat something first.

In the distance, there is an old man who sells Hu spicy soup. He looks like he is in his early fifties. The sign on the wheelbarrow says a century-old shop.

But before he got to the front, he saw two scholars furious at the scene, and another person beside him was watching the play.

Scholar A: "Your hands are shaking, what's going on?"

The old man: "I don't have him either, but I'm familiar with it."

Scholar B: "I'm so familiar with you, there's only clear soup in the pouring bowl!"

The old man: "Hey, you are a scholar, and your words are too unpleasant."

Scholar B: "You don't like it? Look at what you did! Come on, get your money back!"

Scholar A: "Forget it, it's not easy for him at his age."

Scholar B: "╭(╯^╰)╮, if I pass the exam, I will punish such profiteers!"

The old man weighed the copper plate in his hand, and poured the hot pepper soup back into the bucket when no one was prepared.

he:"."

at this moment.

An announcement sounded.

He was swept to the bulletin board by the crowd, and found his name on the list.

After repeatedly seeing the words "almost don't know", I tried my best to squeeze out of the crowd.

He sat resting at the hawker stall, quietly watching the various living beings in front of him.

And the two scholars who got mad after eating Hu spicy soup were standing beside them and saying their final farewell.

"Congratulations, Brother Wang, I will recommend you to the teacher."

"Brother Zeng didn't pass the exam himself, and he still wants to speak for me."

"Hey, there is no need to talk between you and me, Ouyang Xiu will definitely support you!"

"The little brother thanked you here, I wonder what brother Zeng's plan is?"

"Go back to the countryside and buy a few piglets to raise."

"Mr. Fei knows nothing about me."

This year, he was 23 years old. He didn't know that he was almost killed by the scholar surnamed Wang standing beside him in the future.

Three years later.

He was assigned as the county magistrate of Jiangning, with outstanding achievements.

At that time, after Wang Ding sprayed Fan Zhongyan's New Deal, he wrote in his evaluation column:

"It's beyond my reach."

two years later.

He was promoted to Nanjing Tuiguan.

A few years later, his father, the middle-aged man at the time, died of illness.

After the filial piety period expired, he went to Beijing again and was assigned to the Shiguan Pavilion as a collator.

Become a librarian in charge of mysterious power, and you can roam freely in the ocean of knowledge at any time.

He swam like this for nine full years, and he almost couldn't open the pot when he swam home. Shi Ji's nine years in the museum, he served his grandmother and mother, adopted aunts and sisters, and dozens of people from other races. The wife is often short of food and clothing, but she treats her like Yanru. '

But as the saying goes.

Only when enough ordinary things are added together can something extraordinary be born.

After his father passed away, he did not discard his childhood habit, and insisted on reading three or five more pages of books every day.

More than three thousand days and nights are superimposed, and he has almost become an encyclopedia with two legs.

Song Renzong wanted to revise the new pharmacopoeia, so his speech was not drafted at all.

After sorting out the materials in his mind a little, he was appointed as the chief engineer of the project on the spot.

Later, he led the team and compiled the 21-volume "Tu Jing Materia Medica" for 3 years.

This masterpiece beyond the scope of medicine gathers the natural wonders of the oriental land.

Later, he was sent as an envoy to the Liao Kingdom and was transferred to various places. It was not until many years later that he was called back to Beijing to revise history.

Twenty-five years have passed, and when he walked into the Royal Library again, the former literary youth was already graying, and the thick and heavy books had not changed their beauty.

He compiled the "Lu Wei Xinlu" which he had learned from two business trips. Song Shenzong urged him to update it while reading it.

But two years later, something happened suddenly.

Guozi Dr. Chen Shiru's mother died, and it was rumored that she was murdered by her son and daughter-in-law.

However, because there was no conclusive evidence, he did not convict Lao Chen and his wife.

However, under the impetus of people with good intentions, the spread of this incident became more and more evil, and even the emperor in the deep palace was alarmed.

Under the fuss of Cai Que and other reform leaders, he was imprisoned in Yushitai.

His roommate next door is called Su Shi, and when he saw him the day before, he cheerfully asked:

"Hey, friend, do you know what you know about banned words being blocked?"

Later, Su Shi was rescued by the cultural circles with all his strength, and was relegated to the deputy envoy of Huangzhou Tuanlian.

Su Shi was disheartened and wrote poems about braised pork, and his "Ode to Pork" was more famous than Jiyou.

He was sent to Cangzhou to become the magistrate, and was recalled to the capital three years later.

This old man who has been bumpy for most of his life finally ushered in the blooming of the essence of life.

He has worked hard in different positions, and has been promoted steadily while creating performance.

In the same year, Song Shenzong gave birth to his eleventh son.

Song Shenzong picked up the chubby baby and said sadly:

Ji'er, you only have two older brothers alive.

Zhao Ji is the future Song Huizong.

Later, he summoned Han Gonglian to manufacture the astronomical observatory. Hundreds of craftsmen took seven years to perfectly integrate the disciplines of law and arithmetic, mechanical astronomy, and fluid power to create the world's first automatic astronomical instrument.

Looking at the three-story observatory, the movement of the pointer is synchronized with the circulation of the stars and the moon.

Every hour on the hour, different puppets come out to beat gongs and drums.

He was worried that liberal arts students would not be able to understand it, so he specially wrote the instruction manual "Xin Yi Xiang Fa Yao", which covered more than 150 parts structures and full diagrams of mechanical transmission.

Later, the R\u0026D team built a cloudy sky phenomenon, and the water flow drives 14 star maps to reincarnate alternately.

1464 stars shine brightly above the head, as if people are in the ancient sky.

Now several years have passed, from scholar A to scholar B, almost all of his contemporaries have died.

I vaguely think of the old man who sells hot and spicy soup, and I don’t know if there is any inheritor of the spoon shaking technique?

In these years, the inheritance of the old and new party struggles has not been broken, and the various forces are still taking the opportunity to bite each other.

But he didn't choose a camp and team, and gradually became a lonely high-ranking person.

three years ago.

He put everything down and bid farewell to the old man.

There are no temple calculations and heavy official duties, no need to speculate on the leadership's mind and cater to it.

A person quietly watching the night sky, can hear the footsteps of time passing.

The vast and deep boundless sky can heal the unsatisfactory feelings that are difficult to confide in this life.

Step on the ground and look up at the stars.

He knows very well that his time is numbered, and he doesn't know how the world will judge me after thousands of years?

And just as the old man was looking up at the starry sky, his old servant suddenly ran over from the back hall in a hurry:

"Master, it's not good, there's a water ghost coming out of the well in the backyard!!!"