Xian Jinzheng held a small notebook in his left hand and a reed pen in his right hand, and listened carefully to the guidance.
The guide taught her to find a temple to burn the test paper.
Xianjin nodded seriously and looked up subconsciously to ask which temple and which Bodhisattva would be best.
When he looked up, he saw Dean Qiao slumped in the armchair with a look of despair on his face.
Um.
It seems that the director was deeply hurt by her article.
Xianjin silently put down his small notebook and reed pen, and listened to the lecture with his head down like a quail.
Seeing Xianjin lower his eyebrows and look obedient, without talking back or struggling, Qiao Fangzhi knew that he had made sufficient mental and behavioral preparations for the lecture. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's not talk about your weak and limp handwriting, empty and dry opinions, or weird and empty plots."
Then what to talk about?
Xianjin lowered his head and scratched his ears.
There is a kind of bravery like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water - no matter who has been tortured by the director for three years, he should have the quality of not changing his expression even if Taishan scolds you to death.
This thick-skinnedness is not something that is innate; it is simply acquired over time.
However, Xianjin never expected that the one who enjoyed the fruits of her hard-earned thick-skinnedness was actually Director Qiao from another time and space thousands of years ago.
Qiao Fangzhi tapped the table with his knuckles in frustration, "I taught you to read Zuo Zhuan, what did you read..." Qiao Fangzhi narrowed his eyes, held Xianjin's paper far away, and read it aloud, "My opinion on the Zhou Dynasty's custom of using cauldrons to stew food, the secret of the continuation of the Zhou Dynasty's six marriage rituals... What else was it? A brief discussion of war and peace?"
Qiao Fangzhi felt like his mouth was burning when he recited it.
"Letting you read history is to teach you how to see the big picture from the small, and to understand the economy, political views, and the rise and fall of dynasties from history books."
"What does your paper say?"
“Food cooked in Dingshi is more likely to retain its original flavor, but it will become bland after long-term consumption, lacking in oil and meat...”
Qiao Fangzhi chose the sentence that hit his head the most, and read it out loud while trying not to let out any dirty words.
Oh my God.
What kind of good person would write a policy paper like this! What kind of good person would use the word "mouth-watering" in a policy paper!
Xianjin blinked in confusion.
Didn’t you teach her to write these?
"I am not taking the imperial examination..." Xianjin answered subconsciously, "I am a woman and cannot take the imperial examination."
Political views, prosperity of the dynasty, economy, people, water conservancy repairs... these have nothing to do with her, Xianjin is a little at a loss, "I thought you were teaching me, but... but..."
Just a matter of convenience...
Qiao Fangzhi put the paper on the table, squinted his eyes and looked at Xianjin, and said softly, "During the reign of Emperor Wenzong, the Princess of Gu'an led 3,000 cavalrymen to pacify the Northwest Army, and made great contributions to Emperor Zhaozong's enthronement. Even after marrying the head of the Cao Gang, she still led the cavalry camp;"
"The current Princess Bai'an rose from the northwest garrison, led 800 cavalrymen to relieve the siege of Baiduo, and supported her half-brother to continue to firmly control the Wei Dynasty after the emperor abdicated;"
"The current chieftain of Miaojiang is also a woman. She is only 27 years old now, but she has gradually taken control of the Southwest Yi. She has 13 female officials under her command, who are capable in politics, economics, learning, foundation, etiquette, military, and civil service."
"They are all women."
Qiao Fangzhi glanced at the papers and said, "Think for yourself, after reading Zuo Zhuan, would these people's feelings be about weddings, funerals, sacrifices, food and living?"
Xianjin stood there in a daze.
Qiao Fangzhi sighed softly, "You may not have the opportunity, but you must know how to do it. If you don't know how to do it, how will you deal with it once the opportunity comes?"
Xianjin followed Qiao Fangzhi's gaze with a complicated expression, looking at his own paper on the table. His throat moved slightly, with guilt, gratitude, and fear.
Qiao Fangzhi said, "Let's think about it another way. Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. Everything is connected. Governing a country, being the chief of one of the six ministries, and managing three shops and two workshops, if you think about it carefully, aren't they the same thing?"
"People, money, materials, strategies, and opponents." Qiao Fangzhi crushed and broke his thoughts in front of Xianjin like dissecting a sparrow. "These are what you face when you run a workshop business. Even when you become a Shangshu, you still face these. It's just that you play more tricks with others, the turnover is bigger, and the range of winning and losing is wider."
Xianjin picked up the notebook again and wrote it down honestly.
Qiao Fangzhi nodded with satisfaction.
Although the last female disciple had a poor foundation and poor manuscripts, she still had the advantage of being diligent and studious.
Qiao Fangzhi said a few more words about the similarities and contradictions between business and politics, then took out a paper folded into four pieces from behind and handed it to Xianjin.
Oh, an old track.
Exchange answer sheets with Qiao Hui.
The main purpose was to make her feel ashamed of herself in front of Qiao Dacongming's wisdom and intelligence.
"I'll show your copy to Bao Yuan as well. There must be a teacher among three people. Although it is dregs, it still has some merits in that the words and sentences are not vulgar."
Qiao Fangzhi lowered his head and drank a sip of Fuding white tea, pursed his lips, and said, "In October, I will go to Yingtian Prefecture. When I come back, I want to see your notes on reading "Wei-Zheng"."
Yingtian Prefecture was the capital of Southern Zhili.
Xianjin replied "yes". As a disciple with limited academic ability who mainly relied on interpersonal relationships to please Daoer, Xianjin expressed his genuine concern for Daoer at the right time, "What are you going to Yingtianfu for?"
Qiao Fangzhi said calmly, "I don't know either. The prefect has issued an order, how dare I disobey it?"
Hmm... weird...
It is obvious at first glance that he has some dissatisfaction with the court.
No wonder he resigned three times.
Xianjin waved his nonexistent tail and said with a smile, "Look at what you said. Before you retired, you were appointed as the Right Counselor of the Ministry of Public Administration. Even now, you have many students all over the world. If we count according to the number of imperial examinations, the prefect would probably have to respectfully call you Senior Brother!"
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