With the poem "Wo Chun" as a foreshadowing and the two second couplets just published, the readers present already recognized Zhan Feiyu's talent in poetry.
Zhang Xiucai's eyes were sinisterly twisted, and Zhang Tianhao, who was unconvinced and wanted to make a fuss, was frightened by his horrifying expression.
"Don't be embarrassed!" Zhang Xiucai warned with a cold tone, and then he stood up and walked towards the back of the lobby as if nothing had happened, as if he had drunk too much tea and was changing clothes.
Not wanting Zhan Feiyu to be a little girl in the limelight, a young man in his twenties stood up and bowed his hands to the people present, "Please give me your advice, I will write the first couplet: Drinkers in restaurants are the same as drunks."
Everyone pondered for a long time, and then a scholar smiled and said: "I am right about the second couplet: The poet is good at painting and reciting poetry."
Several twelfth or thirteen-year-old boys looked at them eagerly, admiring and envying them. There were very few people as clever and clever as Zhan Feiyu. They were a few years older, but as soon as they finished listening to the first couplet, the second couplet was struck by
The people came out.
Zhao Jiaoyu touched his beard, glanced at it and said with a smile: "I am going to write the first couplet: Take a look at the wood in the door."
This first couplet is much simpler than the previous couplets made by Zhang Xiucai and the round-faced boy. The people present heard the song and understood the elegant meaning. Time makes people grow old. They were also such green young people back then.
The eyes of several little Mengtong children lit up, and they quickly thought about the next couplet one by one.
"I thought of the second line!" Zhang Tianhao, who couldn't help but want to show off, stood up and looked at Zhao Jiaoyu with a proud look. He just thought about being praised by Zhao Jiaoyu after he said the second line.
"I haven't thought of it yet." The fat and white boy said in disappointment.
The young man looked to be no more than ten years old, and he came with the elders in his family. He was grimacing at this moment. He finally came across a simple couplet, which was written by Zhao Jiaoyu. He had not thought of it after thinking about it for so long.
Zhang Tianhao, who finally turned around, laughed and said arrogantly: "That's because you are stupid and time waits for no one. In the future imperial examinations, are you going to ask the examiner to give you more time to answer the test?"
The young boy was already depressed, but when Zhang Tianhao laughed at him in public, his face turned red with shame.
Zhan Feiyu looked at the complacent Zhang Tianhao speechlessly. He had to be blind to not see everyone's contemptuous looks. There was nothing to be proud of in bullying a child.
"My response to the second line: Thoughts are in the heart, fields are in the heart." Zhang Tianhao raised his voice and said the second line loudly, then looked eagerly at Zhao Jiaoyu, waiting for his praise.
When he enters the county school in the future, maybe Zhao Jiaoyu will accept his closed disciples, and then he will kick that dead girl Zhan Feiyu out of the county school! The more Zhang Tianhao thinks about it, the more proud he becomes.
However, Zhao Jiaoyu didn't even look at him, and drank tea leisurely with a teacup in his hand.
"I..." Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but want to remind Zhao Jiaoyu, but as soon as he said one, he was interrupted by Zhan Feiyu.
"I'm going to give you the first couplet, do you dare to take it?" Zhan Feiyu looked at the young man two tables away and said crisply: "If there is less water, the sand will appear."
The young boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly answered the second line with bright eyes, "It was made of earth embankments."
"A gust of wind and thunderstorm." Zhan Feiyu's first couplet came right out of his mouth.
The little boy was stumped this time, but a little boy next to him stood up and took it, "Three lights of the sun, moon and stars."
Several more scholars came up with simple couplets, which made the young Meng children understand, and the atmosphere in the lobby became lively again.
"The voice of a young phoenix is as clear as that of an old phoenix." Looking at the Meng children chirping in the second couplet, Zhao Jiaoyu praised them warmly, and looked at Zhan Feiyu with even more satisfaction.
The Imperial Examination is held every three years. How many top candidates and second place candidates have gathered in the Hanlin Academy? How can the treachery of the imperial court be based on poems and songs, and the Four Books and Five Classics can stand up.
After all, in addition to talent and learning, he also needs to strategize the city. Zhan Feiyu is not old, but he is calm and sophisticated in his actions, and what is more rare is his innocent heart.
"Zhan Feiyu, you did it on purpose!" Zhang Tianhao, who was ignored by everyone, cursed angrily, "You are such a narrow-minded villain, you don't want to see me excelling, and you don't want to see others being better than you!"
There was a puff! I don’t know who sprayed the tea. There was a moment of silence in the lobby, and then there was a roar of laughter.
Not to mention Zhang Tianhao's age of fourteen or fifteen, it has been ten years since his enlightenment, but it has been less than half a year for Zhan Feiyu. Based on the two split-word couplets Zhan Feiyu just made, Zhang Tianhao brazenly believed that he was smarter.
He is even thicker-skinned!
Zhang Xiucai, who came back from changing clothes in the backyard, felt something was wrong. When he saw Zhang Tianhao angrily pointing at Zhang Tianhao, who had no eyes and split eyes, Zhang Xiucai almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.
"I'm rude, please forgive me!" After apologizing, Zhang Xiucai grabbed Zhang Tianhao's arm and pulled him down, squeezing out the words through his teeth, "Shut up and don't even look where you are!"
Several classmates sitting together were so embarrassed that they wanted to hide their faces and leave, but since he was the master's son, they could only lower their heads and act like turtles.
The Wenhui started with Fei Hua Ling, and some pairs were correct in the middle. However, because there were many scholars there, and they would go to Nanxuan Mansion to take the provincial examination in the future, the county scholar Dou Fuzi took the lead in asking questions related to the imperial examination, "Zi said to Zi
There are four principles in the way of a gentleman, what are the four so-called?”
This is a Mo Yi question, which comes from "The Analects of Confucius - The Fifth Chapter of Gongye". A young scholar in his thirties stood up and answered: "He is respectful in his actions, respectful in his actions, and beneficial to the people.
It makes people righteous."
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"It is possible to be a human but not as good as a bird," the poem goes by King Mu Muwen." After Lao Juren finished asking the question, all the scholars present were dumbfounded. Did they hear it wrong, or was Lao Juren just confused?
Zhan Feiyu also frowned in thought, "Master, the first half of the sentence comes from "The Great Learning: The Doctrine of the Mean". The poem goes: 'The savage yellow bird stops at the corner of the hill.' The Master said: 'When you stop, you know where it stops, and you can stop it.
Not as good as a bird?'"
"The Book of Songs" says: "The singing yellow bird only perches on the hills."
Confucius said: "The little yellow bird perches on the hill because it knows where it should stay. Are humans worse than birds?"
Master Lin nodded and asked, "Where does the second half of the sentence come from?"
"From the Book of Songs, King Mu Muwen, Yu Jixi Jingzhi!" Zhan Feiyu felt that he was lucky to have a good memory, otherwise he would not even be able to understand the meaning of the question, let alone answer the question.
"King Wen, who is of high moral character, is upright and aboveboard, and always does things solemnly and cautiously." After Zhan Feiyu finished explaining, he looked up at the people who were thinking hard and asked in a low voice: "Master, what should I do if these two unrelated sentences are put together?
answer?"
Not to mention the confused look on Zhan Feiyu's face, looking at the students in the county school who had already obtained honors, their brows were so furrowed that they could kill mosquitoes, and you knew how terrifying this question was for Lao Juren.
"You can answer this kind of cross-section question however you want, as long as you complete the two sentences with reason and evidence." Master Lin couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was frowning.
Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but rolled his eyes. His initial sense of pride was now suppressed by the perverted question.
Let alone two lifetimes, even if you encounter this kind of question in three lifetimes, you may not be able to answer it. How can King Wen and Niao Fang answer the question together? Could it be said that they are birdmen?
The old Juren was holding a teacup and drinking tea leisurely. He was able to stump these high-spirited scholars, and it was not in vain that he had been thinking hard for several months.
The round-faced boy puffed up his face and said directly: "My wife is not as good as a bird, it's a shame!"
The classmate sitting aside nodded seriously, waiting for the boy's next sentence, and then nothing happened...
The despised young man raised his head high and glared back angrily, "If you have the guts, take the next sentence!"
As a result, the Meng children in the lobby saw the students from the county school being possessed, shaking their heads and repeating: Madam is not as good as a bird, that's a shame!
After listening to the magic sound ringing his ears seven or eight times, Zhan Feiyu, who was hopeless, let out a long sigh and finally understood why the little goblin would be chanted by Tang Monk to the point of committing suicide. No one could bear this.
Shame! Shame!...
Here it comes again. Zhan Feiyu, who couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly stood up. He originally planned to sneak outside to hide, but when he stood up, he moved the chair and brushed it. Everyone's eyes looked at him warmly and fieryly.
Well……
The frightened Zhan Feiyu's eyes widened. He was still a little Mengtong, and they were already scholars who refused to bow to officials!
"What did Zhan Xiaotong, the prodigy think of it? I am so impressed by his quick thinking!" Zhang Xiucai said with a sinister smile. He deliberately put Zhan Fei's fish on the fire to roast!
Zhan Feiyu tugged at the corner of his mouth and sneered. An idea flashed in his mind and he blurted out: "Shame on you! Shame on you! No one should be more shameful than Shi Wen Wang!"
There was a moment of silence in the lobby. Everyone chanted these two sentences together, and everyone suddenly started laughing, "Haha, the second half has come full circle."
"Wonderful!" The round-faced boy slammed the table with such force that his palms instantly went numb, and he let out a loud cry.
Zhao Jiaoyu and Confucius Dou looked at each other, and they were all overjoyed. Zhan Xiaomeng was not a man, and he might not be able to become an official even if he took the imperial examination, but with such talent and talent, he could become a great Confucian.
Zhang Xiucai contorted his old face, especially when he saw the admiration on Zhao Jiaoyu and the others' faces. He knew in his heart that if he tried to attack this dead girl like Zhan Feiyu in the future, there would be many obstacles!
Although Zhan Feiyu was known as a child prodigy and was praised by County Magistrate Chen himself, only the illiterate people in the countryside would be proud of him, but real scholars did not take Zhan Feiyu seriously at all.
The imperial examination is not about quick wits and pairs, nor is it just about poems and songs. The real test is about policies and essays! It is about the affairs of the world, the king and the people, and it is about fending off foreign enemies and internal troubles and cliques. Zhan Feiyu, what kind of vision does a country girl have?
And the pattern, talking about the imperial examination is simply whimsical!
But it was different now. She actually mastered the Four Books and Five Classics. Zhang Xiucai stabilized his mind. Fortunately, he had already made arrangements to defeat this damn girl's prestige!
Halfway through the time, Leshanju brought more tea and cakes to each table.
There is nothing visible about the tea in the pot, but anyone with eyes can see that the pastries on Zhan Feiyu's table are the same as those of Zhao Jiaoyu and the others, and there is even an extra plate of cheese.
"It seems that only prodigies are worthy of enjoying this cheese, and we are not worthy!" Suddenly, a strange and shrill voice sounded.
Everyone who was taking a tea break was stunned and looked up. Unfortunately, many people were standing and moving, so they didn't see who said this.
Zhan Feiyu was stunned for a moment. This cheese must have been sent by the old shopkeeper. After all, it was considered one of his own.
"It's mediocre not to make others jealous. The ancients have never deceived me! Even a piece of cheese has become jealous." Zhan Feiyu joked with a giggle.
The round-faced boy couldn't help but said loudly: "This has nothing to do with being a prodigy or a mediocre person. The old shopkeeper must be looking at you because you are the youngest. Eat more and grow taller."
"Haha, Wenmin, if you think Zhan Mengtong is short, just say so directly." Everyone looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was standing a little taller than the table. She puffed her cheeks upright and glared at the round-faced boy, her breasts were fierce and her breasts were fierce.
, as if he was about to pounce and bite someone.
After being stunned for a moment, everyone burst into good-natured laughter again.
The round-faced boy was so happy that he wanted to secretly take him home, call his brother sweetly, and hug his arm and act coquettishly!
Being teased, Zhan Feiyu angrily picked up a piece of cheese and threw it into his mouth, biting it fiercely, then his eyes lit up, it was delicious!
Master Lin smiled and shook his head. He was used to seeing Xiaoyu who was studious and self-disciplined, but now he was so childish. That's right, he was still a child after all.
Seeing the attitude of Zhao Jiaoyu and the students at the county school towards Zhan Feiyu, a look of reluctance quickly flashed across Mrs. Lin's eyes. She shouldn't have delayed her!
After Zhan Feiyu got the recommendation letter, Mrs. Lin did not plan for Zhan Feiyu to go to the county school immediately. Instead, she thought that she would go to the county school after she passed the county examination and the prefectural examination the next year and became a child student.
By then, with the guidance of the juren, Xiaoyu will definitely be able to pass the college examination and obtain the title of scholar. The main reason why Zhan Feiyu is not allowed to leave too early is that she is worried that she will be excluded and bullied, but now Mrs. Lin no longer has this worry.
After the break, the lobby became lively again.
Because people may have different opinions, they may come to argue with each other, quoting scriptures, quoting from other sources, or arguing about whose poem is better, what is good, what is wonderful?
There are even more scholars who are good at calligraphy and have written down the good poems from the literary conference; while those who are good at painting have splashed ink and brushstrokes to freeze the various pictures of today.
Zhan Feiyu listened with fascination. Although she memorized the "Four Books and Five Classics" by heart, she was still a layman in the imperial examination. At this time, she was like a sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge crazily.
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"I heard that Zhan Xiaomengtong is a child prodigy who was born in Nanxuan Mansion only after decades. Jin had a question he wanted to ask for advice, and he asked the child prodigy to give him advice. In the future, when Jin returns to Nanxuan Mansion, he will definitely make the child prodigy famous!
"The middle-aged man who spoke was wearing a slant-collared gown underneath and a dark brown robe with black piping on the outside. He was dressed the same as many of the scholars present.
But there was a philistine and cunningness in his eyes, less like a scholar and more like a calculating businessman.
Not to mention Mrs. Lin, many people present frowned. There are always people in today's literary society who are targeting Zhan Xiaomeng. As a scholar, he makes things difficult for a seven-year-old girl. This really makes many people feel ashamed.
Zhan Feiyu seemed to be unable to sense the bad intentions of the other person, and said with a smile: "I don't dare to tell you, there are so many seniors who have read poetry and books here, I am just a little quick-witted."
The man surnamed Jin didn't waste any time and said the topic straight to the point: "Today, there are generals training. Every three people are in a line, with one remaining person. Every five people are in a line, with two remaining people. Every seven people are in a line, with four people remaining, and thirteen people are left.
There are six people in one line. Please tell me, little prodigy Zhan, how many soldiers are there in this group?"
"Arithmetic question?" Zhan Feiyu raised his eyebrows slightly. Was he trying to "find a new way" to bypass poetry and poetry and embarrass himself in arithmetic?
The imperial examinations of the Daqing Dynasty were different from those of the previous dynasties. The emperors of the previous dynasties were fatuous and dissolute, and liked poetry. Therefore, the imperial examinations focused on poetry and poetry, and those with poetic talent would even be recommended as officials.
During the imperial examinations in this dynasty, literature, strategy, theory, and poetry were also tested, but they could only be regarded as icing on the cake. Arithmetic was not included in the imperial examination. Occasionally, examiners would ask arithmetic questions during the provincial examinations, but they were generally not too difficult.
A humble boy like Zhan Feiyu has never taken part in the county or government examinations. He is not even a child student, let alone arithmetic. Master Lin has never taught "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic".
"You are forcing others to make things difficult for you!" Lin Xiuyuan retorted. Not to mention that Xiaoyu was only seven years old and had been in school for less than half a year. Even if he had been studying for almost ten years since he was a child, Lin Xiuyuan could not answer the questions this person asked.
Zhao Jiaoyu and Dou Fuzi did not speak, but their expressions were a bit cold.
Even the county school does not offer a special arithmetic subject, but Mr. Niu from the county school is quite proficient in arithmetic. If students like it, Mr. Niu can also teach privately.
However, the students all strive for the imperial examination and spend their time on books that need to be tested, such as the Four Books and Five Classics, Collection of Classics and History, and Hundreds of Scholars. Only every few years will there be a student who likes arithmetic.
"This question is a bit complicated." After Niu Fuzi finished speaking, he picked up a pen and paper and began to calculate.
The hall was quiet again. Because it was a difficult math problem, the students from the county school and other scholars gave up after thinking about it for a long time, and the younger Meng children had no hope.
However, one of the three scholars also liked arithmetic. At this time, they took paper and pen and began to write and draw like Niu Fuzi.
"Little prodigy Zhan doesn't even need paper and pen, how can he do mental arithmetic?" The man surnamed Jin spoke loudly, with a look of admiration on his smiling face, and he stood up and took two steps forward.
"He is indeed the little prodigy praised by County Magistrate Chen, and Jin is so impressed!" When the words fell, the man surnamed Jin bowed to Zhan Feiyu to show his admiration for her.
Shameless person! Lin Xiuyuan clenched his fists angrily. This person deliberately made things difficult for Xiaoyu and acted like this. He clearly wanted to ruin Xiaoyu's reputation!
The most important thing for scholars is reputation. People in today's literary society know the whole story and they will not say anything unpleasant. But once someone maliciously publicizes it, what will scholars outside Shangsi County think of Xiaoyu?
Is it just a show? Is it just for fame? Or is Yelang arrogant or ignorant of the bounds of the world? All the malicious, mocking insults that Lin Xiuyuan can think of will fall on Zhan Feiyu.
Just when everyone was either sympathetic or worried, and Zhang Xiucai and others were sneering proudly, Zhan Feiyu crisply announced the answer: "Fifty-three."
"Have you calculated it?" The round-faced boy was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Master Niu who was still immersed in calculations. The paper was already filled with dense writing, but Master Niu hadn't even figured it out. Little Mengtong Zhan actually had
The answer is.
Mrs. Lin, who had been worried just now, Lin Xiuyuan and several classmates were also stunned. They all looked at Zhan Feiyu, but they didn't know whether she calculated the answer or made it up.
"Haha, Zhan Feiyu, you couldn't have just made up a number, right?" Zhang Tianhao seemed to have caught Zhan Feiyu's hand, leaning forward and backward with laughter, with a face full of sarcasm, "Look at the number."
The teachers at the county school didn’t even calculate it, but you actually opened your mouth and reported the answer. Do you think we are as stupid as you?"
"Are you worthy of being compared with us?" The round-faced boy sneered, not seeing Zhang Tianhao's arrogant appearance. "It doesn't matter if Xiaoyu gets the answer wrong. We talented people like us can't answer it."
"Wen Min is right, it's just an arithmetic problem. If you have the skills, why don't we compare poems and songs?" The classmate sitting next to him also said in agreement, "You can also do literary and policy analysis. Whatever you, Zhang Tianhao, want to compete with, just come over!"
After all, Zhan Feiyu is just a seven-year-old child. People like Zhang Xiucai used all means to make things difficult for her. They were jealous of the little girl's reputation as a child prodigy and wanted to suppress her. It was extremely shameless!
Zhan Feiyu glanced gratefully at the round-faced young men who were speaking for him, then looked at the angry Zhang Tianhao and said, "You will know if you ask the person who asked the question whether it is the answer I made up."
That's right! Only then did Zhang Tianhao react and looked at the man named Jin impatiently, "Tell me, is this answer nonsense..."
Even Zhang Tianhao found that the expression of the man surnamed Jin was wrong, let alone other people. Is it really fifty-three? How did Zhan Feiyu calculate it?
His expression turned extremely ugly. The man surnamed Jin suppressed his shock and asked in a stiff tone: "How did the little prodigy Zhan calculate it? Can you tell me about it to Jin? Or did you make up this answer randomly and just happened to say it?
That’s right.”
"You keep praising me as a little prodigy, but what you say is full of doubts." Zhan Feiyu squinted and smiled maliciously, then changed the topic and said: "How about I give you a math problem and see what you can do?
You can’t just make up a correct answer.”
"Today there is a wall five feet thick, and two rats pass through it. The rat has one foot per day, and the mouse has one foot per day. The rat's day is doubled (the progress per day is twice as much as the previous day), and the mouse's day is half (the progress per day is twice as much as the previous day).
(half of the previous day) When will we meet again? What are the different numbers?" Zhan Feiyu really opened his mouth and asked a math question, which was no more difficult than the previous question.
The man named Jin was dumbfounded. He understood what he was saying, but he didn't know how to calculate it at all.
The round-faced boy and the students from the county school were all stunned one by one.
Could it be that what Zhan Xiaomengtong is best at is not poetry, but arithmetic? Otherwise, how could such a terrible question be given? They were confused and had no idea how to calculate.
Although Master Lin doesn't know whether Zhan Feiyu has a talent for arithmetic, he can guarantee that this girl has absolutely no talent for poetry! She is just good at pairing!