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Chapter 13 County Examination

Using a piece of barren land, he not only persuaded Chen Mo to take the county examination, but also tied up all Qin Xianglian's hopes of supporting her husband to study. Wang Fuxing felt relieved.

So he drank a lot of wine that he wouldn't even look at in the past.

It wasn't until the bad wine washed away his wealth that he casually said goodbye.

Judging from the little tune that was being hummed, one of the maids and concubines must be in trouble tonight.

The weight of all that fat on my body is definitely uncomfortable.

Shortly after Wang Fuxing left, Lin Dashan and Lin Xiaoshu also said goodbye. Chen Mo did not tell them that Huilongwan had been captured, but only stuffed a blueprint over them.

"Uncle Lin, the faster you can make this thing, the better. Remember to use the highest purity copper. If you need to spend money to purchase it, just come to Xianglian."

"No need, there is enough in the shop." Lin Bo waved his hand and went out, muttering softly, "Why is it another pot with its own chimney?"

"Brother Heitu, what should I do tomorrow?" Lin Xiaoshu walked at the end.

"You have only one task these two days, which is to contact the laborers in the countryside. After I finish taking the county examination, there is a big project that needs to be built."

"How old?"

"It's no use asking more. You'll know when the time comes."

"mean."

Lin Xiaoshu rolled his eyes and chased Lin Dashan in front of him.

After seeing the two people off, Chen Mo picked up the old cow chewing cud at the door and returned to the yard to close the door.

Seeing that Qin Xianglian had finished cleaning up, she urged her to go inside and rest.

It's not that I'm greedy for the pleasure of a man and a woman, but I have some pillow talk that I must explain tonight.

However, in Qin Xianglian's view, the two things can be done at the same time.

Chen Mo wondered, when he was trying to explain physiological knowledge to her before, he was disturbed by that scoundrel Zhao Shan. Why is he not worried about having sex now?

It seems that when Qin Xianglian was asked to inquire about the status of various fruit trees, she was not idle.

"It's good if you don't have any idle time, it's good if you don't have any idle time..."

Thinking of the women who acted as monsters in his previous life, Chen Mo was glad that he had picked up the treasure.

One night of pleasure and two separations.

Maybe it was a matter of career and fame, maybe there was no real separation. In short, when Chen Mo left for the county town, Qin Xianglian's body was filled with the sadness of looking forward to her husband's early return.

After saying goodbye reluctantly, Chen Mo got on the academy's carriage and took five taels of silver with him.

During this trip, he didn't pay attention to the county examination at all. All he could think about was business.

The county examination takes two days, with a total of four sessions.

They are poetry, classics, policy and theory.

The imperial court used scientific research to collect the world's elites, observing their proficiency in classics, their knowledge in essays, their knowledge in theory, and their talents in policy.

There is no need to say much about the first two items. The answers are hidden in the books of sages. As long as you spend a certain amount of time on them, you can basically pass them.

The really difficult part is the policy and theory test. To put it bluntly, it allows candidates to express their own views and opinions on the country's major policies and current hot topics. It is the most difficult test of real talent and practical learning.

The selection of talents through scientific examinations is a major event that attaches great importance to the pilgrimage. Naturally, the county government does not dare to neglect it, so it is held with great grandeur.

Led by Wang Anshi, the newly appointed magistrate, all the officials gathered in Baihe Academy.

As the professor of the county academy, Lu Hanqing can be regarded as the most prosperous person today. Looking at the students pouring into the academy, he couldn't help stroking his beard and nodding.

From time to time, I would also have a discussion with the arriving officials.

What they are talking about is nothing more than how talented the students are, who is most likely to enter the state capital academy, etc.

Every flower comes to every eye, and everyone has a different opinion.

For Wang Anshi, the one who is most interested in him is Chen Mo.

Ever since he got the half of "The Charcoal Seller", he has been thinking hard about tea and food these past few days, and has been hard at work guessing and continuing to write the second half.

However, I have exhausted all my efforts and have never been satisfied.

In the end, Wang Tan'er couldn't help but follow him to the academy today.

You have to keep your eyes open to see what kind of person Chen Mo is, who can make his father miss him all day long.

"Housekeeper Hu, the time is coming, is Chen Moke here?"

Wang Anshi waited for a long time and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sir, I just learned that Qingyang Academy's carriage has entered the city and will be there soon."

After Butler Hu finished his reply, the carriage also arrived at the entrance of the academy, and then the students of Qingyang Academy who were going to take exams came in one after another.

"Sir, he is here."

Following Butler Hu's fingers, Chen Mo was stepping forward.

Don’t be surprised or happy, be calm and calm.

"Yes, it's him." Wang Anshi's eyes lit up and he said, "The calm temperament on his body is exactly the same as when he was selling charcoal."

"Dad, is he Chen Mo?"

Wang Tan'er's face was still covered with gauze, and her beautiful eyes were filled with light.

Staring at Chen Mo's face, he carefully recalled the scene that day in Shengxiang Pavilion.

Maybe I didn't pay attention that day, and somehow I felt it wasn't right.

On the contrary, the maid Xiao Cuier was a little surprised.

"Miss, it's true that a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who could compare this handsome scholar with the driver driving the cattle back then?"

"Tui'er, are you sure it's him?" Wang Tan'er frowned.

"Miss, Cui'er has been serving you for many years, can you recognize someone you missed?" Xiao Cui pouted.

"..."

Wang Tan'er didn't answer, but just stared at Chen Mo, her eyes getting tighter.

As for Wang Anshi, he quietly stared at the housekeeper.

"After you finish the subject test, remember to take a rubbing of Chen Mo's test paper."

"Yes, sir."

The spectators on the sidelines each had their own thoughts, but Chen Mo, the person involved, thought very simply.

In a word, just go through the motions!

Especially after seeing the examination questions on poetry and Fu, he didn't even think about it, and responded directly with his pen. Before everyone could recover from the shock, he had already walked out of the examination room.

"So fast?"

Seeing Chen Mo walking out, Wang Anshi's jaw almost dropped in shock.

The titles of today's poems were written by him. One poem describes autumn rain and the other describes winter snow.

Using rain and snow as the theme is a test of the poet's mood and environment. If you don't immerse yourself in thinking, it is easy to ruin the artistic conception.

Let alone two songs in such a short time, it takes a lot of experience to write one well.

Therefore, Chen Mozheng's appearance whetted Wang Anshi's appetite.

If he is like this, why is Wang Taner not the same?

She came here today not only to see Chen Mo, but also to get a copy of the exam questions to test the results of her years of study.

Until Chen Mo walked out of the academy, she was still unable to write.

"Where is Chen Mo's test paper, have you printed it?"

Seeing Chen Mo's back disappear, Wang Anshi couldn't wait to ask.

"Sir, I got it." The butler responded.

"Expand it quickly."

Wang Anshi urged, and his eyes signaled Wang Tan'er to come forward. Anyone who can write a poem like "The Charcoal Seller" is definitely worthy of serious reading.

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