After Shen Yongjia heard about Lin Tailai's organization of a "joint protest", he quickly invited Li Hong and Wang Heng over.
Then he persuaded him earnestly: "So far, Lin Tailai has only been joking with you. I can only say that the thunder will be loud and the rain will be small, but it is hard to say what the methods will be in the future.
It's not too late now, you should go and convince Lin Tailai, even if it's in private."
Li Hong still said without paying much attention: "You don't really think that the joint name of nine people is of any use, do you?
Besides, it was only lively for a while that day, and then nothing happened."
Wang Heng also said: "The biggest problem now is that the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river, and everyone goes his own way."
Two young people who have never been severely beaten by society do not believe in evil. As a veteran, Mr. Shen's words are in vain.
Mr. Shen wanted to use his unbearable experience to prove that his identity as a disciple of Zaifu was not omnipotent, but he did not have the shame or courage to expose his own wounds.
In the Ming Dynasty school system, the relationship between the government school and the county school is not superior and subordinate. Generally speaking, the children with the best scores in the college examination will enter the government school, while the others will enter the county school.
Therefore, the biggest difference between prefectural schools and county schools is that the quality of prefectural students is relatively high.
Reflected on the number of places in the township examination, there are more places for prefectural schools than for county schools. The number of places for county schools in the township examination is generally about 20, while the number of places for prefectural schools is two or three times that of county schools.
The more places you have in a provincial school, the more you get, but most of the students will still be ineligible to take the provincial examination, so there is still competition.
As we approach the provincial and municipal examinations and the academic examinations, the pace of government studies suddenly speeds up. We used to have essay meetings once a month, but now they are held once every five days.
By convention, students’ eight-legged essays are rated as grade six, with grades one and two as high, grades three and four as average, and grades five and six as low.
Today is another day to announce the results of the last paper conference. In Minglun Hall of Fuxue, all the scholars are holding papers in their hands and exchanging gains and losses with each other.
The results of daily essays in school are useless even if they are said to be useless. They do not determine any career achievements, but they are of some use.
After all, the daily results will be compiled and used as reference materials to submit to the Grand Master.
It is said that this is to prevent the embarrassing phenomenon of scholars who usually hold the fifth or sixth class of writing, but are judged by the great master to be the first class.
Or to prevent the situation where a scholar who is usually a first- or second-class scholar is judged to be a fifth- or sixth-class scholar by the Grand Master, which would be even more embarrassing.
"Impossible! How could I only be in the third class!" Suddenly someone held his head and shouted in disbelief.
Others don't need to look up, just listen to the volume to know who the person is.
Who else dares to speak so loudly in Minglun Hall except the fourth-grade student wearing military attaché robes?
Official Lin put down his paper, looked at Professor Cui with sharp eyes, and asked: "Last time I was in the second class, why did I fall to the third class this time?"
Professor Cui cursed in his heart, "Will Lin Tailai die if he gets third class once in a while? He always gets first or second class, is that fake?"
Official Lin had seen through all the truth and complained face to face: "I must have contradicted you last time, so I was deliberately retaliated against!"
Professor Cui used the last stubbornness of his teacher's dignity to spit back: "Who in Suzhou City dares to retaliate against you, Lin Shouwei?"
Lin Daguan pointed his big finger at Wang Heng and Li Hong who were sitting together, and said with seeming sadness and indignation:
"Also, it must be to curry favor with Shen Shoufu and Wangge Lao, so they deliberately suppressed me! This makes sense!"
Wang Heng Li Hong: "."
Can you stop looking for trouble? Can't you just go to school?
Professor Cui resisted the urge to throw the lecture notes at Lin Tailai's face and shouted angrily: "Next time we will meet you, you will judge the papers! Okay?"
Lin Tailai declined with embarrassment: "As a garrison in Suzhou City, it's very difficult for me to just complete my homework. How can I still have time to judge the papers?"
Professor Cui sarcastically said: "So, you just don't have time? But you can resign as garrison officer."
Lin Tailai didn't pay attention to the sarcasm, but said: "But for the sake of fairness, I have a suggestion. Let five highly respected senior scholars in the city be responsible for judging the papers!
Moreover, everyone must be anonymous when grading papers. After much thought, I think this is probably the most fair method."
There were some scholars nearby who booed: "Not bad, not bad! This method of Classmate Lin is indeed fair!"
Professor Cui was unable to stand up, so he waved his hand vigorously and said, "You can do whatever you want!"
Although Professor Cui always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't think of the problem for a while, so he decided to ignore it!
These students all have strong backgrounds and are too difficult to serve. He is just a humble little instructor! Whoever likes to judge can judge!
Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Professor Cui stopped giving lectures. After handing out papers, he turned around and left.
After watching instructor Cui leave, Jin Shiheng asked Lin Tailai: "How did you celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Lin Tailai replied loudly: "I have just finished repairing Canglang Pavilion, and I want to hold a banquet during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I will invite all my classmates from the Fu School to visit the garden and collect poems!"
After other people heard about it, some were interested while others were not so interested. This is human nature.
Then I heard Lin Tai say: "I won't write poems this time, I will just compile your masterpieces into a collection.
Also, I will invite at least fifteen beauties on the Suzhou City Flower List to join in the fun!"
"Okay!" Suddenly, the Minglun Hall burst into loud cheers.
When they heard that at least fifteen famous ladies were present, everyone's passion immediately rose.
Jin Shiheng said in surprise: "This is a big deal. Do you really want to invite all the students from the government school? No, at least fifteen beauties?"
Lin Daguan replied: "Although Canglang Pavilion is not big, it is more than enough to accommodate a hundred people for an elegant gathering! It is not a problem to invite beauties from the flower list!"
"Can I go too?" Feng Menglong, a fourteen-year-old classmate, suddenly rushed over and asked with gleaming eyes.
Lin Tailai: "."
Why did you forget that there is a minor in the school?
But after thinking about his plan, Lin Daguan gritted his teeth and nodded.
Immediately, Officer Lin took out the invitations from his leather bag and distributed them to his classmates with his own hands, so they could enter the venue with the invitations.
After passing it around, all the scholars in the government had one, except for two people, namely Wang Heng and Li Hong, the two new transfer students.
Everyone else has it, but only two people don't. That's really a naked isolation and rejection of these two people.
The other students looked at this situation and didn't say anything, so they just accepted the invitation. Anyway, they were not the ones being isolated and excluded.
If you don't accept invitations, who knows if you will be the next person to be isolated and excluded?
They don't have a solid background like a chief assistant or a bachelor, so they should just stay out of trouble and just follow the crowd safely.
The two transfer students felt doubly embarrassed, pushed away the desk, stood up and left angrily.
They had originally considered holding a gathering during the Mid-Autumn Festival, inviting some classmates to join in the fun and get into the circle of old students from the prefectural school.
But now it seems that there is no need to think about it. Compared with Lin Tailai, he is completely uncompetitive, unless he can invite his father-in-law, the chief assistant, and his father, a bachelor, to the gathering.
"Childish, so childish!" Li Hong said angrily.
Nowadays, the only person who can communicate with Li Hong in Fu Xue is Wang Heng, who has the same problem.
But Wang Heng was still calm, "Lin Tailai deliberately disgusted us, but all we could do was stay calm.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is just a Mid-Autumn Festival gathering. So what if we are not invited? What substantive impact will it have on us?
As long as we don’t embarrass ourselves, it doesn’t matter!”
Then the transfer duo and their families got together and barely managed to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Li Hong originally wanted to call his wife's brother, Mr. Shen, but Mr. Shen also took his family and ran to Canglang Pavilion.
I heard that during this Mid-Autumn Festival, Canglang Pavilion is the most beautiful place in the city.
After the holiday, the normal order of government studies returned to normal, and it was still an endless cycle of gathering for essays, gathering for lectures, gathering for lectures, and gathering for lectures.
In this boring life of exam preparation, the only embellishment is that Lin Daguan compiled "Suzhou Fuxue Mid-Autumn Festival Canglang Collection" and got it to the Fuxue School for circulation.
"I will find a way to send this collection to the newly appointed Grand Master, so that the Grand Master can understand the literary talents of our students from a side perspective." Lin Daguan said vowedly.
No one questioned Lin Daguanren's bragging, and all the students agreed that Lin Daguanren had this ability.
This collection was circulated in the government schools. After everyone opened it, they saw two abrupt blank pages, which read "Wang Heng (unfinished)" and "Li Hong (unfinished)" respectively.
In a situation where everyone has their works entered, these two lines of words are extremely glaring.
Bullying, this is unabashed bullying of classmates! But no one speaks out about it.
A few days later, the results of the new Fu Xue paper came out.
This time, according to Lin Daguanren's suggestion, five senior scholars were invited to jointly mark the exam, and everyone scored anonymously.
When Professor Cui announced the grading results, he felt no pressure because he was not the judge anyway.
To be continued...