novelhk Chapter 171
Chapter 171
"Don't worry about that. There are plenty of people who like it."
Qi Cheng took a fancy to a painting of a wheat field, and the price was not expensive, only a few hundred yuan. Of course, these paintings were some assembly line products, probably products of a certain village.
After asking the boss to wrap up the oil painting, he came to the place where the colored glass was placed. There were many beautiful ornaments here, such as pomegranate trees and gourds.
"This is colored glass. I never thought people in later generations would make these things. They look pretty much the same as what we make." A colored glass craftsman said with emotion, "This can be considered a legacy, right?"
"Well, but there are more things made in later generations. Look at how majestic the monkey is. But why is he holding a stick in his hand and wearing a golden hoop on his head?"
"Old Wang, isn't this the book called Journey to the West? I think we can make some of it."
"That's a good idea."
……
Qi Cheng bought a gourd-shaped glass, took the oil painting back to his new house, and took out some of his collections.
These are not national treasures, they are legitimate family heirlooms, but they are made rather crudely, belonging to the folk kilns among folk kilns.
After packing up all the things, Qi Cheng found a place to sit in the new house.
We often praise someone as having the talent of a top scholar. In my country's long history of the imperial examination system, there have indeed been many famous top scholars, but several of these top scholars were actually replaced.
[To put it simply, the top scholar at the time was actually someone else based on his academic performance, but the selection was changed for various reasons.]
[The first person we want to introduce is Zhao Yi, who lived during the Qianlong period. He was from Changzhou Prefecture and was good at poetry since childhood. You may have heard one of his poems before.]
The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have been passed down through the ages, and even now they seem stale. Every generation has its own talented people, each leading the trend for hundreds of years.
Is this actually a poem from the Qing Dynasty?
"I think I did memorize it when I was a kid, probably from some extracurricular book."
《It’s written in a rather domineering way! 》
When Zhao Yi took the imperial examination, he was highly recommended by the ministers as the top scorer. However, Emperor Qianlong felt that there were too many top scorers from Jiangnan, and none from Shaanxi.
Therefore, Zhao Yi was relegated to third place, and Wang Jie, who was originally third, was promoted to first place.
The Only Number One Scholar.
Wang Jie is very powerful.
Daqin
Qin Shi Huang was shocked. How could he choose the top scholar this way? He had always worried about what would happen if the candidate was a remnant of the Six Dynasties. This was a relief for him.
"Father, the screen says this is the only number one scholar in Shaanxi." Fusu pointed to the map that appeared on the screen. "Could it be that the scholars in Xianyang were already so weak at that time?"
"Hmph! It must be that our descendants got lazy!" Qin Shi Huang waved his hand. "You write an article encouraging learning right away, and I'll carve it into a stone in Guanzhong."
How did the two of them develop later? Wang Jie became the Grand Councilor and the Imperial Scholar. More importantly, in the later period, he was an important minister who restrained Heshen.
[During the Jiaqing period, it was he who announced the twenty-seven crimes against Heshen.]
Zhao Yi, however, rose to the rank of Military Preparations Daoist, after which he returned home to study history. He knew his rank had been changed, and he sometimes wrote poems about it.
The officials outside the sky curtain roughly calculated that the difference was too big. Wang Jie was already a high-ranking official, while Zhao Yi was at most a middle-level official.
Should we say that Qianlong had good vision, or did it actually undermine Zhao Yi's confidence?
Qing Dynasty
Emperor Qianlong touched his white jade ring, feeling slightly annoyed. Thunder, lightning, rain, and dew are all the emperor's grace. And Zhao Yi dared to write a poem about this. Should he be arrested and brought to the capital to be punished?
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. If that happens, my reputation will be ruined.