The area around Biwei Pavilion was gradually filled with pieces of exquisite poems and poems, and from time to time there were sounds of reciting and admiration coming from all around.
Feng San sat aside, as steady as a mountain, while Feng Qi sometimes shook his head and sighed, sometimes nodded and smiled.
A few hours later, the poetry meeting was coming to an end, and one of the students named Ran Wenzhi had the most outstanding poems.
The prefect Liu Yuanming wrote the title "Mountain Mountain", and Ran Wenzhi composed a poem called "Five Jue": "The breeze blows in the west and east, and the birds fly among the rocks. The peak of the cliff is far away, and this day is like a dream."
As soon as this poem came out, it immediately won applause and admiration from the audience!
One of the judges in the Biwei Pavilion nodded and exclaimed: "Ran Wen is worthy of being the number one talent in Zhanzhou! One day he will go to high school in one fell swoop, and he will be another great talent in my world!"
Zhuo Ye shook his head in a funny way and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that you can become a pillar of the country with just a few poems!"
When Feng Qi heard this, he couldn't help but wonder: "Oh? Mr. Zhuo, do you have any different ideas?" Because Zhuo Ye was now dressed in men's clothing, he changed his title.
Feng San also turned his attention to Zhuo Ye.
Zhuo Ye didn't want to say what he was thinking at first, but his mind suddenly changed and he remembered what he had guessed about Feng San and Feng Qi's purpose of coming here. He couldn't help but secretly said: "Since you asked, let's hit you.
If you don't let me leave, I'll cause trouble for you. It happens to be boring and I can relieve the boredom during this period."
However, Zhuo Ye didn't want to arouse the public's anger. He glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention here, so he whispered: "If these scholars who can only recite poems and write lyrics all day long and do not understand financial management are allowed to manage the national finance, they will
Or, let this
Can people who don't know about grains or herdsmen and farmers manage farmland and water conservancy? Otherwise, let these people who don't know the drawings and have no experience supervise the construction of the project. Do they understand? This is the so-called pillar of the country? Haha, 100
There is no use for being a scholar..."
Zhuo Ye actually knew that the selection of civil servants in ancient times was like this. The scientific examination basically tested poetry, policy theory, classics, Mo Yi and other contents. If you find a job in a more professional position, you have to learn everything from scratch. If Feng
Qi, she guessed Feng San's identity and purpose of coming here correctly, so what she said deliberately must have messed up their minds.
Feng Qi perked up and looked at Zhuo Ye with burning eyes: "In your opinion, how should we select talents?"
"Uh..." Zhuo Ye said silently.
"Keep talking!" Feng San also said to Zhuo Ye.
"This... should be a matter for the emperor and ministers to consider, right? I'm just a little girl. I can't think of so much. I was just talking casually." After Zhuo Ye finished speaking, he turned his head and ignored Feng San.
, Feng Qi. He snorted in his heart, I asked you questions just to add to your troubles. There is no reason to solve your problems again!
Feng San pursed her lips and took a deep look at Zhuo Ye. She didn't ask any more questions, but looked thoughtful, not knowing what she was thinking.
Feng Qi just smiled tenderly at Zhuo Ye, but there was something unexplained in that smile.
No one could surpass Ran Wenzhi's song "Mountain Mountain". Seeing that the first place was about to be decided, Zhuo Ye couldn't help but secretly hesitate in his heart. It's only a thousand taels...
Feng Qi had been paying attention to Zhuo Ye's expression. Seeing her looking hesitantly at the pavilion, she suddenly understood and asked with a smile: "Do you want to give it a try?"
Zhuo Ye turned to look at Feng Qi, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled, her eyebrows flying. Although she was not interested in that kind of sour talent, she was interested in money! In this inexplicable time and space, the only thing
The only thing that can give her a sense of security is money...
Moreover, if she takes first place and proves that the talent they are looking for is actually not as good as that of a woman, it can be considered as completely disrupting Feng San and Feng Qi's plans for this trip...
Although it is a bit unkind, but what is the saying? It is better to offend villains than women. In fact, there is some truth to this saying...
"I want you to write the pen, how about I give you one hundred taels of silver?" There was no way, her calligraphy was really shameful.
She was quite confident! Feng Qi laughed, nodded and said: "Okay!", and then told Qingzhu: "Practice ink!"
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ps: This poem "Mountain Mountain" was made up by Moya at random, which made everyone laugh and cover their faces...