During these two thousand years, the Shadow Clone had perfected and become proficient in every magic, Ninjutsu, Jujutsu, and Cursed Technique.
However, the two thousand years of memories were truly vast; even Rosen himself took a full ten years to absorb all of them.
Law Ming was now sixteen years old and had passed the provincial examination last year, becoming a scholar.
This year, he would go to Kaifeng Prefecture to take the prefectural examination; if he passed, he would obtain the status of a Juren.
And with the status of a Juren, he would already be considered part of the gentry class in the local area.
Of course, for an ordinary farmer to cultivate a Juren was as difficult as ascending to Heaven.
Throughout history, those who could truly transition from commoners to the gentry class were very few.
Leaving aside the Benefit chain behind the imperial examinations, just consider the aspect of scholarship.
How many books could a commoner access?
A large number of classic works were held by the gentry, and a scholar who had only read the Four Books and Five Classics had a World of difference in demeanor and cognition compared to a scholar who had read thirty to fifty classic texts.
However, Law Ming did not have this problem, after all, the Luo family's collection of books was more than all the gentry's collections combined.
Rosen specifically selected some books for Law Ming that might be useful for examinations, along with some books to broaden his horizons.
Therefore, it was not difficult for Law Ming to pass the Juren examination; the real difficulty was the autumn examination.
The autumn examination was not just about testing knowledge; it also required networking, for example, through recommendations.
The so-called recommendation meant being nominally apprenticed to a well-known scholar in the local area; only with a recommendation could one participate in the autumn examination, and usually, if the apprentice committed a crime punishable by extermination of nine generations, the recommending master would also be included in those nine generations.
Recommendations were not difficult, but obtaining recommendations from prominent aristocratic families was; with recommendations from those aristocratic families, there was a greater chance of achieving a good ranking.
Of course, this also meant that as long as one achieved a good ranking, they would become part of that aristocratic family's faction in officialdom in the future.
If it was just a recommendation from an obscure Juren, there would naturally be less assistance during the autumn examination, and for essays of the same standard, the recommendation was very important.
In Rosen's view, it was enough for Law Ming to obtain the Juren status; the rest of the path was not so important.
With immense family wealth, a house and carriage, and the status of a Juren, the local government would not dare to mistreat or oppress him, so there was nothing more to pursue.
Therefore, Rosen did not put any more effort into Law Ming's scholarly achievements.
If Law Ming could truly achieve something in officialdom in the future, Rosen would be happy to see it happen; even if he couldn't become an official, it wouldn't prevent him from living a peaceful and smooth life.
These past few days, Law Ming was studying at Bailu Academy in Kaifeng Prefecture.
"Luo Mingyan, someone is looking for you outside."
Law Ming's courtesy name was Mingyan, given to him by the teacher at Bailu Academy.
He had good relationships within the academy, with both his classmates and the teachers.
On one hand, Law Ming came from a good family, was generous with money, had ample tuition fees, and often helped his classmates.
Furthermore, every time Law Ming came from home, he would bring some books, and both classmates and teachers would come to borrow books from him.
Law Ming walked out of the academy and saw Rosen holding a horse outside the gate, accompanied by two servants.
"My Lord Father."
Rosen looked at his son, who was acting so scholarly, and slightly frowned.
Law Ming's scholarship was good, but he had also completely adopted the ways of literati and Confucian scholars, acting very rigidly; Rosen always felt it was too dogmatic.
"Why have you come?"
"The weather is getting colder, so I've brought you some books, money, and bedding," Rosen said.
"Thank you, My Lord Father."
"Come with me to a restaurant."
"Yes, My Lord Father."
"When there are no outsiders, just call me Dad, it's really too stiff." Rosen really wanted to beat his son.
"Yes, My Lord Father."
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They found a restaurant and sat down, Law Ming actively ordered dishes, seemingly having been here many times.
Rosen was leaning by the window on the second floor, sipping wine.
A young man, similar in age to Law Ming, came up from downstairs, looked around, and finding no empty seats on the second floor, he came to Rosen and Law Ming's table.
"Gentlemen, may I share a table with you?"
Law Ming first looked at Rosen, who nodded slightly, and Law Ming immediately stood up and greeted, "Of course, please, brother."
"My name is Law Ming, and this is my father. May I ask your name, brother?"
"Brother Luo, Uncle, my name is Zhu Wen, I came from the capital and am passing through this place."
After they introduced themselves, they talked voluminously.
Rosen felt that this Zhu Wen, like his son, was a bookworm.
Moreover, both of them had access to many famous classics, and they talked back and forth, expressing their own opinions on the classics.
Zhu Wen was also very happy; rarely did he encounter peers who could converse so fluently, and who also had their own insights into Confucian classical theories.
Furthermore, Zhu Wen saw that Law Ming was radiant, had a refined temperament, and his speech and demeanor were quite scholarly, which truly pleased him.
Rosen, on the other hand, had completely become an outsider, holding his wine glass and looking out the window.
Down on the street, at the entrance of the restaurant, a luxurious carriage was parked.
The carriage was carved with dragons and Phoenix, extraordinarily grand, and the coachman and two guards all exuded a fierce, iron-blooded killing intent.
Rosen glanced at Zhu Wen again; could this Zhu Wen be the future Emperor Jianwen?
Indeed, a scholar is useless, just like his son; they spoke eloquently about Confucian classics, but it was all empty talk, all advocating the ancient customs of the Zhou Dynasty.
"You two children chat slowly, I'll go out and buy some things."
Rosen said, standing up from the table.
If he listened to the two young men talk any longer, his head would probably explode.
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