Chapter 27 Were you jealous in your previous life?
Chapter 27 Were you a jealous person in your previous life?
The school suddenly burst into cheers, and the children rushed to check the comments of the bachelor under this poem. After seeing that comment, they became even more happy.
It was as if the poem was written by them at this moment, and they were recognized by the Grand Bachelor.
Some of them even said loudly.
"Everyone! I wonder if you have felt it. A few days ago, the literary energy in my body began to fill up unconsciously. Is it because this poem has been published in the world and everyone in the world is reciting this poem?"
As soon as these words came out, other people also agreed in succession, and each one said that they felt the fullness of literary energy in their bodies.
After the words fell, they all involuntarily looked at Song Mu who was sitting in the school.
Song Mu also looked at them with a gentle smile, and now he bowed his hands towards everyone.
"My classmates, since the great scholars have so much praise for us, we should encourage us to study more. Childhood is just the beginning, and you are all outstanding people. In the future, we will discuss the affairs of the country together in the Golden Palace. Wouldn't it be a wonderful talk?"
"good!"
Song Mu took advantage of everyone's excitement and encouraged Neville with these words. Such words were inciting, but almost everyone agreed with them.
Standing next to His Majesty and taking charge of the world with a wave of his hand is the dream in everyone's heart.
Shao Le immediately stood up and responded, and others also responded one after another. The entire classroom was filled with a high-spirited atmosphere.
Pan Wenhao, who was sitting in the corner, was looking at Song Mu with hatred in his eyes but also a bit of envy.
Such a response was what Pan Wenhao had always dreamed of. He had always hoped to get such support from the county school.
I have been working hard on this for a long time.
But except for a group of boys who had no academic qualifications and were willing to follow him, those boys didn't pay attention to him at all. Even after Song Mu wrote the Xingwen poem, Qi Dazhuo was put under the control of his family.
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Especially after Song Mu started writing Xingwen poems that day, these children who had no feelings for Song Mu actually started complimenting him one by one as if they were given blood.
Pan Wenhao clenched his fists even more.
In the college examination, I will defeat him no matter what. When the time comes, I will not only get his ancient book, but also ask him to kowtow in front of me and admit his mistakes.
Let him know who is the leader among children!
The shock caused by "Tianwenjian" lasted for a long time, and it was not until the arrival of the teachings that everyone gradually stopped.
And this "Tianwenjian" finally reached Song Mu's hands.
Song Mu was very interested in this ancient official journal, and he started to read it. There were many articles written by Jinshi and Hanlin, with many allusions and detailed theories on classics and meanings. Song Mu was fascinated for a while.
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After reading it, Song Mu also felt a breath of literati heroic spirit coming out of his chest, and the literary spirit surging throughout his body became even richer.
This "Tianwenkan" indeed has several wonderful features that enhance the literary spirit of the literati. After all, it contains articles that criticize the current ills and are written by the most knowledgeable people. If you want to see such classic articles on weekdays, you may still want to read them.
You need to buy the books he wrote to see it.
After Song Mu finished reading a few articles, he turned his attention to the poems at the back.
The first article in the catalog is a poem written by me, as well as the longest comment.
The poems that followed almost all contained a few comments, mostly comments written by editors such as Hanlin.
After all, this literary magazine publishes one issue every month. Even if the world is vast, poems written by a great talent are not fish and shrimps in the river that can be caught with the next net.
After reading these things carefully, Kong Zong next to him handed over a book.
Song Mu put down the "Tianwen Magazine" in his hand, raised his eyes and saw a "Complete Solutions to the College Examination Questions".
In ancient times, there were also test questions like "Three Years of College Entrance Examination and Five Years of Simulation". After all, although the college examination focused on condensing literary spirit into literary power, after all, one had a good intention for the test questions, and under the blessing of the stars in the examination room, one could
Being able to pick it up at your fingertips will take you to the next level.
"Brother Song, my father sent this back two days ago. He specifically asked me to read it with you."
Kong Zong said, then he opened the book, pointed at the content on it and whispered.
"This is the answer sheet that was announced for the first place in the college examination in previous years. The article questions are relatively fresh. When we take the exam next month, we will be somewhat confident."
Song Mu nodded and took it, then looked at it carefully.
The day's study passed like this. Song Mu said goodbye to his classmates. He naturally packed his things and went home. However, when he turned to the intersection, he remembered what Li Mo'er said this morning. After hesitating for a moment, he still went to the street.
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After a while, Song Mu hid a gourd of vinegar in his book bag and returned home.
Yaya was making flower ropes with the two boys and girls next door, while Zhu was sitting in the courtyard picking up the soles of her shoes. When she saw Song Mu coming back, she quickly got up to cook.
Song Mu only said that he would wait until his second uncle came back, and then hurried back to his room.
When he opened the door, there was no one in the room. Song Mu paused, but still closed the door carefully.
At this time, a lazy voice came from above the head.
"Master Song is back, have you brought back my jealousy?"
Song Mu looked up and saw Li Mo'er tied a hammock on the beam above his head. The hammock was swaying at the moment, and Li Mo'er poked his head out of it.
Song Mu took out the gourd vinegar from his bag. Li Moer's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up suddenly and jumped off the beam. Then he landed lightly next to Song Mu. He took the gourd in his hand, opened it and smelled it, with a look on his face.
Intoxicated look.
"Yeah, so jealous!"
Li Moer praised it loudly, took out the small gourd from his waist and started pouring vinegar into it.
Song Mu, on the other hand, was surprised by the little girl's action when she came down from the beam. There was no sound when she landed, and even the dust on the ground was not stirred up.
With such skill, it would be a pity not to be a gentleman on Liang Shang, but after all, she is now a gentleman on Liang Shang in a literal sense...
Song Mu was about to speak when he saw that the small gourd in Li Mo'er's hand was still containing the vinegar in the big gourd. The vinegar, which was estimated to be two kilograms, was now poured into the small gourd, which was only about five taels in size.
Seeing Li Mo'er shaking the big gourd, it seemed that the small gourd was not full yet, Song Mu was even more surprised.
This little gourd might be some kind of treasure too.
When Li Mo'er saw that the big gourd was empty, she pursed her lips and felt a little dissatisfied, but she still put down the big gourd, took a sip from her own small gourd, and then let out a very pleasant moan.
Song Mu grinned when he saw this, and Li Mo'er kicked off his feet with satisfaction, and returned to the beam, lying in the hammock, shaking his calves happily.
Song Mu reluctantly helped collect the gourd, and Li Mo'er's voice came from the beam again.
"Thank you, sir, but please bring some more tomorrow. These won't last long."
Song Mu suddenly staggered and looked up in disbelief.
"Can you drink two pounds of vinegar a day?"
"Were you a jealous person in your last life?"
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Late at night, I suddenly dreamed that when I was a teenager, I never collected or voted. My friend, please collect, vote, and read~~