The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Throwing?" Cheng Chubi looked at the housekeeper Fu Uncle with a dazed expression. What the **** does it mean to roll?

"San Gongzi, the so-called cast papers are those scholars who are going to participate in the imperial examination this year.

Before the exam, take the well-written poems and essays that you usually write, compile them into a book, and dedicate them to the dignitaries..."

Cheng Chubi finally recovered from Fu Uncle's explanation, which means that those candidates who took the test would vote their proud work for high-ranking officials.

Ask for their appreciation and create a reputation, so that the dignitaries who appreciate their poems can recommend them to the chief examiner.

"Oh, just vote. By the way, has anyone voted in previous years?"

"That's not true. After all, our Lord Lu's mansion is a noble martial artist. Well, our master doesn't have a good relationship with those civil servants. Even if someone really casts in, the master is afraid..."

Although Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, said more implicitly, Cheng Chubi almost uttered aloud, which was not so good.

His father, Cheng Yaojin, was in the civil service circle, and he definitely hated dogs.

Seeing the three sons who were having troubles there, Uncle Guan Dingfu almost came out in amusement.

Well, in a hurry. Our third son thought he was so popular among the civil servants. Compared with the master, I'm afraid it's not much better.

After Cheng Chubi hehe a few times, he quickly returned to a serious look and said to the housekeeper Fu Uncle.

"Uncle Fu, do you mean that this year will be a lot more than in previous years?"

"Yes, this year, four of them have been voted to our Lu Guo Gong's mansion."

"Furthermore, the four village tribute jurors who voted were waiting outside, saying that they wanted to meet the third son, and they just wanted to vote directly for the third son."

"Why do they vote for me, why don't they vote for my father?" Cheng Chubi pointed to his nose with a dazed expression on his face.

"...Well, naturally, you are the most talented one in our old Cheng family, San Gongzi, and you are the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, you can be regarded as the only civil servant in our old Cheng family."

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, seriously said a nonsense.

"Also, idle is idle, let them come here." Cheng Chubi nodded and ordered.

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Outside Lu Guogong's mansion, Shangguanyi from Yushu Linfeng, and Wu Kong's powerful Ren Yaxiang.

Mr. Xin Mao, who looks a little shabby in his clothes, but is not humble or humble, is chatting with that Wu Jiangshou.

The four people all came from different places, but they all met right here, and the target of everyone's paper was Cheng Saburo.

Naturally, there was a common topic. None of the four came from any prominent family members. It was precisely because of this that they came to vote.

Shangguanyi and Ren Yaxiang are both wealthy and wealthy, while Xin Maojiang and Wu Jiangshou, who live outside the city, are born in a humble background, but at least they are well-educated.

Wu Jiangshou was a little uncomfortable. He took care of the whitewashed Confucian shirt on his body. This was already his best clothing.

"Three, will the three young masters meet our four little-known village tributes?"

Without waiting for someone to answer, Xin Mao, the roommate next to him, laughed upside down and explained confidently.

"I think that with Cheng Taichang's poems and talents, he must have a common language with me, and he created the "San Zi Jing" in order to enlighten the world of Confucian scholars.

It is enough to prove that Cheng Taichang would not be a noble person who would shut the door to us scholars who were born in a humble background, and his eyes were above the top. "

"Brother Xin makes sense, and XX also thinks like this..."

Before the words were over, the butler Fu Uncle had already stepped out of the courtyard, and saluted the four tributes who had cast their eyes on him.

"The old man Cheng Fu is the steward of Lu Guo Gong's mansion."

"The four sons of Youlao have been waiting for a long time, please invite the third son of my family..."

Seeing the sturdy middle-aged butler with a fat body and ugly face smiles so kindly and kindly, and his tone is so gentle.

The group of four was finally excited, and hurriedly bowed to the housekeeper of Lu Guo Gong's house, and honestly and quickly followed.

After walking through the courtyard, the four of them followed the housekeeper of Cheng's house to a small courtyard.

Soon, I saw a young man standing outside the door with an aura and grandeur, smiling and nodding toward this side.

"San Gongzi, these four village tributes want to see you." Fu Shu, the housekeeper, hurriedly greeted the front.

The four people continued to salute Cheng Chubi respectfully. "See Cheng Taichang."

"The four of you don't need to be polite. Hurry up, Uncle Fu, let them have tea..." Cheng Chubi returned the ceremony politely with a smile.

It's not good, the guest and the host are sitting separately, and each person and the table have a cup of steaming tea.

Among the four, Shangguanyi, the whitest, tender and handsome, stood up and respectfully saluted Cheng Chubi.

"%%...Xiang Gong Juzi Shangguan Yi, see the process too often, these are some of the insights Yi has read over the years, and there are some poetry works..."

Cheng Chubi received the hand, did not open it, but was slightly taken aback after seeing the three words Shangguanyi on the sealing paper.

Shangguanyi, aren't these the elders of Chief Wan'er? Actually this is the whole family who was chopped off by the ruthless girl Wu. Gee...

After that, Ren Yaxiang, Xin Maojiang and Wu Jiangshou also handed in their carefully compiled papers.

The so-called papers are actually their manuscripts. Cheng Chubi has been placed on the case table one by one~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing the suspicious glances cast by the four people, Cheng Chubi is deeply impressed. Geodesic smile.

"Four people don't have to worry, Cheng will calm down and appreciate these things carefully."

It's not that he doesn't want to read it, but Cheng Chubi feels that he is based on his current classical Chinese level.

To find out the cultural level of these four village tributes, you can only rely on the mother Cui family.

This made Cheng Chubi feel very pleased. There is a father at home as the backstage supporter, and an intellectual and knowledgeable mother as a literary consultant.

The old Cheng family's combination of civil and military is not bragging but fact.

Hearing Cheng Taichang's sincere words, the four of them unanimously breathed a sigh of relief, and they became more and more impressed with Cheng Taichang.

It seems that he and the others did not make a mistake in guessing, and this Cheng Taichang is really approachable.

Next, Cheng Chubi had a chat with these four village tributes. Not only were they Shangguanyi, but the other three were also quite talented.

He was literate, squeaky and crooked, very level, at least Cheng Chubi thought it was all right.

Just as he was talking vigorously, Cheng Chubi suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the house and raised his head.

I saw my second brother Cheng Chuliang standing outside the door, looking curiously at the four village tributes.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly got up to meet the second brother, and then introduced to the second brother the intention of the four village tributes.

After the second brother smiled and held his fists towards the four people as a salute, he complained to Cheng Chubi.

"When did you see the third brother, you actually let the guests sit like this? This is yours..."

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