After giving Li Mo'er two kilograms of vinegar, Song Mu ignored her. Anyway, Li Mo'er told her not to worry about her daily life and only needed to provide the two squares of space on the beam.
After dinner, when Song Mu went back to his room to continue studying, Li Moer, who was hanging on the beam, was chewing dried meat from an unknown place, holding a luminous pearl in his arms, and reading a book.
Song Mu glanced at it and didn't say anything. Instead, he lit the oil lamp, spread out pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then read a few books before picking up the pen and ink.
Late at night, by candlelight and the pen tip sliding on the paper, Song Mu carefully arranged the things in his mind and kept writing down.
Sometimes I feel tired, so I sit on the bed and meditate for a while, then memorize the article in my mind.
After he had recovered a lot of energy, Song Mu opened his eyes again, then read through the article written in front of him, then read through it again, and then picked up the pen again.
Somehow, after reading "Tianwen Magazine" and the examination notes of the college today, Song Mu always felt that the window paper in his mind had been pierced, and thoughts kept popping up in his mind.
And Song Mu immediately seized this rare opportunity and wrote more things.
Soon Song Mu finished writing the first chapter and continued to meditate. Then he reorganized his thoughts and continued writing.
Song Mu's movements were naturally caught in Li Mo'er's eyes, who was lying on the hammock.
She only saw the young man below, who was several years older than her, writing non-stop at the moment. Even late at night, every time when he was tired, he would sit on the bed and meditate, and the next moment he would come back to his senses and continue writing.
It's not like Li Mo'er has never seen someone with a hanging beam and a cone stabbing his buttocks, but Song Mu's ability to think and write so quickly despite studying so hard made Li Mo'er feel a little miraculous.
Perhaps the Song family in this context do have some impressive reading skills.
However, the little girl couldn't stand Song Mu, so Li Mo'er finally retreated to her hammock and fell asleep.
The moonlight was like water, Song Mu put a piece of clothing on himself and continued to answer questions.
Continuously carrying the oil lamp and pouring water into the stone inkstone to grind ink, Song Mu became more and more focused, and the articles he wrote seemed to have a bit of spirituality, which made Song Mu feel a little happy in his heart.
It's an amazing feeling, a real joy in learning.
Song Mu hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.
This enchanted feeling made Song Mu deeply addicted, and his movements became fast.
Unknowingly, articles were written from Song Mu's hands one after another. I don't know how long it took, but Song Mu finally finished writing a policy essay just before the oil lamp was about to burn out.
And when the last word was written, Song Mu suddenly felt that the article in front of him was filled with literary energy. The small literary energy poured into his body, and Song Mu felt warm all over.
The tired look just now was gone. Song Mu took a deep breath and looked outside the door. At this moment, the sky was already slightly bright.
I actually wrote the article all night without even realizing it.
Song Mu also felt a little surprised, but he immediately got up and got up, ready to go to the toilet, and went to the kitchen to boil some water to wash his face.
But when Song Mu walked out of the door, Li Moer, who was lying on the beam, slowly opened his eyes and appeared in front of Song Mu's desk the next moment.
Li Mo'er stretched out her jade finger and carefully picked up the policy review written by Song Mu just now, and started to read it at a glance.
This is a commentary on the bravery of ordinary people and heroes, and when Li Mo'er saw the sentence "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" written on it, Li Mo'er couldn't help but pout.
This is already a mid-level policy essay, and it should be almost enough if you are to be admitted as a scholar.
And Li Moer's eyes quickly noticed the answers on several other papers on the table.
After reading them one by one, Li Moer's expression became a little surprised.
The earliest article written by Song Mu had a good idea, but it couldn't be justified halfway through, and it was almost a complete failure.
The second article was barely completed, but the intention was not good and could only be regarded as a smooth article.
In the third article, I already have a good idea, the writing style has become much smoother, and the wording is more standard, but there is a lot of room for improvement.
Then the fourth, fifth...
The sixth chapter is currently in the hands of Li Moer.
Li Mo'er opened her mouth unconsciously. What Song Mu did was not very outstanding, but in one night, the other party was able to make such an improvement after reading different theories and theories...
Even those who call themselves geniuses cannot do this kind of thing.
This Song Mu was not only able to bear hardships and stand hard work, but also had such a state of mind to study with concentration.
Throughout the ages, diligent people have their own luck.
Li Mo'er now looked at Song Mu's things and felt a little admiration in his heart. Only with this kind of ability could he live up to his talent in writing poems.
While Li Mo'er was admiring Song Mu's article, Song Mu also finished cleaning up and returned to the room. He immediately saw Li Mo'er standing in front of the desk and was almost shocked.
Walking over, seeing Li Mo'er reading his article, Song Mu pursed his lips and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Miss Mo'er, you haven't slept yet."
"I just woke up." Li Mo'er replied casually, looking away from the article in his hand with some reluctance, and then raised his eyes to look at Song Mu.
"Sir, your literary talent is very good."
Song Mu was surprised by Li Moer's rare emotion. He looked at the article she put down, then looked at the other party, shrugged, and then lay down with his clothes on.
"Yeah, it's getting late, Song is too sleepy."
Somehow, after getting out of that state, Song Mu only felt that his whole body was a little exhausted, and he even lost the idea of exercising his mind power.
Now Song Mu just wants to have a good sleep.
Seeing that Song Mu was not paying attention to anyone, Li Mo'er immediately puffed up her cheeks, put down the article in her hand, and said.
"Sir, the quality of your article is enough to pass the examination for a scholar."
Song Mu half-closed his eyes and murmured a question.
"Really? That's okay."
"Okay?" Li Mo'er raised his eyebrows and said again.
"Sir, that is a scholar's position, something that many people can't get, shouldn't you be cheering for it?" Li Mo'er said this, feeling that Song Mu was pretending to be a saint.
But Song Mu just turned over, half-opened his eyes and looked out the window, and asked softly.
"Of course I care, but it's not enough."
"My Song family has a three-hundred-year history. It's not enough for me to be a scholar."
"Even if you are a scholar, I want to be the best in the world!"
Li Moer's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, and she looked at Song Mu and said calmly.
"Young Master is going to be the head of the court examination?"
"why not?"
After saying that, Song Mu turned his head and glanced at Li Moer, and then asked with some curiosity.
"Miss Mo'er, I'm really curious about how you became a Jinshi. It's hard to find even one Jinshi at the age of thirteen or fourteen in the whole country, right?"
Li Mo'er pursed her lips, but she pushed her feet hard and returned to her hammock. Song Mu thought she couldn't speak, but unexpectedly she heard Li Mo'er say lightly.
"Who said that you can only get a literary degree by taking the imperial examination? I come from the Li Bai Poetry School, so I naturally have a way."
After saying this, Li Moer turned his head and said to Song Mu again.
"But Young Master, if you can pass the Jie Yuan exam, then the Qingtian Guards will definitely be willing to accept you."
"How about it? Master, are you willing?"
Li Mo'er said this, but he didn't hear the response from below for a long time. After waiting for a while, he only heard the sound of peaceful breathing.
Li Moer turned around and looked carefully, and saw that Song Mu had fallen asleep.
The last hope of the down-and-out Song family is currently wearing a half-worn robe, huddled on a wooden bed on the yellow earth, and beside the bed, on the dilapidated desk, are countless articles scattered.
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