Chengdu during the Ming Dynasty was not as full of tall buildings as later generations, with houses crowded together. In this era, land prices were cheap, and even ordinary people had separate courtyards. Therefore, the inn where Wu Jie lived occupied a large area, with several courtyards. At this time, the doorstep at the gate had naturally closed.

Guests staying in the store who come home late must enter through the side door, and there is also a waiter who watches the door.

Wu Jie and Ezi walked out of the guest room and saw the waiter shouting, spreading his arms to stop the prefect Yilin and Yang Zongzhi.

Prefect Lin was wearing casual clothes, and the waiter didn't know his identity and refused to let them in.

Prefect Lin and Yang Zongzhi are people with identities, so naturally they will not care about him.

But it annoyed the man behind them.

The man was wearing casual clothes and looked majestic and mighty. He should be a man in the yamen. This can be seen from the signs and iron rulers hanging on his waist.

The waiter didn't recognize the man for a while because he was standing in the shadow behind Prefect Lin.

Seeing that the waiter refused to let Prefect Lin and the others go in, the man was furious and stepped forward and slapped him in the face, saying, "Get out!"

The child slapped him in the face, looked up and was startled: "Wu Bantu...you, why are you, old man?"

Wu Bantou: "Get out, my master is coming to find a young man named Wu."

"Your old man... Master." The child was even more shocked and hurriedly fled to the side.

Wu Jie was a little happy and stepped forward and bowed: "Wu Jie, a Tongsheng from Xinjin County, has met Mr. Lin and Mr. Zongzhi."

"Please get up quickly." Prefect Lin stepped forward and helped Wu Jie up and smiled, "A few days ago, when I saw the poem you wrote at the Tang Family Poetry Conference, I felt that every word was in my heart and was extremely happy, especially the endless fallen trees, the endless Yangtze River rolled in, and all the changes in the world. I thought that after Mr. Yong Xiu, my mansion had a genius who had never appeared in the world. Unfortunately, there were rumors that your poem was written by Miss Tang Family. I was not disappointed and despised, so I decided not to accept it in the current examination. At today's night banquet, Wu Jie's article was written with great cleverness, and the plagiarism was naturally self-defeating. It seems that I misunderstood you, so please don't take it to my heart."

Wu Jie felt a little embarrassed: "I can't afford to be a late child."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was also secretly happy. It seemed that this examination of the imperial examination should be fine, since even the prefect has come here in person.

Yang Zongzhi laughed: "The spring night is cold. Can't Wu Jie let me wait to stand in this yard and speak? I'm old and can't stand the wind and cold."

Wu Jie hurriedly said, "Master, Mr. Zongzhi, please sit in the house."

The three of them laughed and walked into the room.

Yang Zongzhi pointed at Wu Jie: "Wu Jie, on the way, you are talking to the magistrate and you are a master of chess skills. The magistrate doesn't believe it and you will come to talk to you a game. You can't show mercy later."

In fact, Prefect Lin is just a bad move. He was still quite good at the beginning of the layout, but in the middle of the game, there were signs of collapse. This guy's calculation ability is really poor.

When playing against him, you should not attack too ruthlessly, at least you should not let him lose too ugly.

So, Wu Jie deliberately sold a few flaws to make the scene of Prefect Lin look better.

But the prefect Lin's mind seemed not to be on the chessboard. While playing chess, he was chatting with Wu Jie, which was quite a bit of a test of his knowledge.

During this period, Wu Jie studied hard in modern society and read a lot of articles by masters of later generations of Chinese studies. A few excerpts were very new to the ancients.

"Haha, Wu Jie, you have some wonderful ideas. When you first heard about it, you are even ridiculous. But if you think about it carefully, it is in line with the original meaning of the saint. If you go through time and experience in personnel, you may not be a great master of the generation." Prefect Lin praised repeatedly and laughed. "In terms of academic research, there are already many erudite scholars in our dynasty. There was Wang Yangming before, and now there is Xu Jie and Xu Ge Lao. But when it comes to poetry, no one can compare to you. I am willing to write more good poems and lyrics."

"Poetry is just a path. If you want to do something, you still have to pass the imperial examination." Wu Jie explained that his life experience was bumpy and his luck was not good, so there was only the path of imperial examinations.

When he heard Wu Jie's words, he remembered Wu Jie's father's miserable situation. Prefect Lin felt a little sad: "Your father was also for the country and the people, so he suffered an unexpected accident. There is no need to worry too much about the imperial examination. With your articles, it is just a natural thing. This time, your name will always be there."

Hearing the promise of the prefect, Wu Jie's nervous heart finally fell down: "Thank you for your favor."

Prefect Lin: "No need to thank you. Our family is just doing things impartially." He waved his hand: "Today we only talk about the wind and moon, so we won't talk about anything else. Heaven and earth are the backward journeys of all things, time is the passerby of generations. But life is like a dream, how can you be happy? Alas, how can you feel at such a young age?"

Wu Jie: "Adults misunderstand the meaning of late life. The meaning of late life is that the so-called floating life is like a dream, how much happiness is? It is not to let the world live a life of drunkenness and die, and live a life of silence. Instead, it is to say that although this life is short, there are also many joys and meaningful things worth cherishing."

Yang Zongzhi interrupted with a smile: "Reading an article, the words and sentences are second to you, and you have to read the whole article."

Lin Zhifu Shengming: "I think it's a bad idea. An article focuses on the spirit and charm first, followed by form, and finally the writing style. Wu Jie's article is full of free and joyful entertainment, so why are you depressed and lost?"

Looking at Wu Jie sitting quietly and calmly in front of him, Prefect Lin sighed in his heart that this young man was so young but so outstanding, and he was the most talented one of the people he knew.

Is there really a genius in this world?

After taking another move, after saying a few words, the prefect Lin suddenly remembered something: "Today's night banquet is very strange. When encountering such literary gatherings on weekdays, the scholars fought for the first place. How could they give in to each other's humility, which makes people unable to understand."

Yang Zongzhi smiled and said, "Who dares to act rashly with an elder and a servant here? Besides, the house will be tried soon."

"Ah. In this way, they are...they are..." The prefect's face turned pale with anger: "But, in the seats today, everyone in the seats are all good fortune and fame. The mansion examination has been passed long ago."

Yang Zongzhi said lightly: "They have passed the test for the mansion a long time ago, but who has few scholars in his family?"

After all, the prefect Lin was constantly understanding, even Wu Jie understood.

These days, people are not rich and do not have the financial resources to study. Many times, to support a scholar, you need to carry the power of your clan.

Although there is no distinction between high and low in imperial examinations, as long as you have talent, you will have the opportunity to make a name for yourself.

But studying and the imperial examinations are too expensive. I hired private school teachers to take exams, literary associations, study around the world, and even went to Beijing to take the exam. No matter how much wealth it is, it cannot withstand the trouble.

Therefore, most scholars of this era came from prominent families.

Now among the prominent families in Chengdu Prefecture, who has few scholars in the family are counting on the prefect to give up their hands and let them go back to the house to try this level?

"This group of gentle and scum!" The prefect slapped the table: "My cousin Lin Tingchen is also an unbearable person, it's really hateful. He was a bit talented, but for the sake of wealth, he actually... married the Lu family..."

Wu Jie was curious. It seemed that Prefect Lin didn't seem to have a cold to his cousin.

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Chapter completed!