(Hey, please give me a monthly ticket. The fourth gap is getting closer. It’s so stressful.)
The Zhang family left in a hurry, which seemed unexpected but also expected.
What was expected was that Zhang Qinghe would come to Beijing. The trial will take place in February next year. Anlu is more than two thousand miles away from the capital. It will definitely be too late to come to Beijing after the year.
Most of Anlu's sons set off for Beijing in September, while Zhang Qinghe was delayed until now due to his wedding, which was already late enough.
Some people have long speculated that Zhang Qinghe gave up on this subject because his ranking was not high, and that is why he delayed his departure until now. Some people in the Zhang family even made slanderous remarks, thinking that the bride had delayed their election.
My nephew is not virtuous and polite enough, and so on.
Who would have thought that after the elder man of the Zhang family accompanied his bride back home, he would go to Beijing with his family.
By the time the relatives got the news, the Zhang family had already left Anlu, leaving only a few old servants to look after the house. The gold and silver were so soft that not a single bit was left behind.
These tribesmen who were accustomed to going to Mr. Zhang’s house to enjoy the autumn breeze were immediately dumbfounded. Every year, they take advantage of the Chinese New Year, but it’s a good time for them to open their mouths. What will they do this year?
Dao Chi sent away the reluctant Shun Niang and returned to the palace.
As usual, he attended classics and history classes with others in the morning, learned swordplay from Lu Bing in the afternoon, and studied the Four Books and Five Classics diligently in the evening. His days were very regular.
Winter passes and spring comes, and half a year passes in the blink of an eye.
In early April, Shun Niang sent home a letter. Mr. Zhang did not attend the examination, and Zhang Qinghe lost his reputation. However, with the help of the second master of the clan, he accepted the name of an old Hanlin and prepared for the next subject in Beijing. As for Shun Niang,
I found out I was pregnant in early March and am now expecting to give birth in Beijing.
Even though the Zhang family was in decline, Mr. Zhang's life was not bad. Even though he was living in the capital, he bought a house and added servants and servants, so his life was in order.
Master Zhang's concubine who was once in charge of the family was also kind-hearted and helped Shun Niang a lot. Master Zhang was also very tolerant to Shun Niang, and Shun Niang's life went well.
Wang Ning read the letter from Shun Niang’s family and bowed again and again in front of the Buddha. Shun Niang was a happy marriage, and it was a good thing no matter whether the first child was a boy or a girl.
Wang Ning didn't worry too much about Shun Niang's body. Due to the difficult family situation in her early years, Shun Niang had never been pampered. Although she had a soft temperament, her body was stronger than that of ordinary women. She is seventeen years old this year.
, the body has grown up, there is nothing to worry about.
The Taoist idiot borrowed 800 taels of silver from Rong Niang using the Guanyin statue and the Buddha statue. With Rong Niang's help, he opened a pawn shop in Xicheng in November last year. Half a year later, most of the foreign debt has been repaid. If we look at it this way,
In another year and a half, not only will Rong Niang's money be repaid, but there will also be money left over to buy a new shop.
Rong Niang's wedding is scheduled for September. After San Lang takes the college examination in June, he and his parents will go to Beijing to get married.
Calculating the time, Rong Niang came out of the palace in September and Shun Niang gave birth in October. Dao Chi often went to Xicheng for a walk in his free time. First, he wanted to buy full moon gifts for his nephew and niece; second, he wanted to find some good things for Rong.
Niang added makeup. After searching twice, there was nothing that could be seen. Just as Rong Niang returned the white jade Guanyin and purple gold Maitreya that had been pawned at her place, Taoist Chi had an idea. Each of the two sisters put them down temporarily.
Don't mention this.
Although one of Dao Chi and Saburo was at the palace and the other was at home, and they could only see each other once or twice at the end of the month, the two brothers became closer and closer.
Both of them put all their thoughts on preparing for the college exam. At the end of every month, during the few days when Dao Chi was on vacation, Sanlang would go to the outer ninth room and bring over the essays he had done and various draft questions he had collected;
Dao Chi will also take home his various homework for this month, and the two brothers will exchange and study.
Every time at this moment, the Taoist idiot is convinced by Saburo. Saburo is not a fake gentleman like him. He has lived for two lifetimes and has taken advantage of some clever tricks. But Saburo's writing style and aura are really not comparable to him.
Every time I read Saburo's Shiwen and then my own, it's astringent and dry, and I'm not satisfied with anything.
However, Sanlang was very patient. Every time he commented on Dao Chi's works word for word, he would also say a few words of encouragement from time to time, such as "Erlang, this way of answering the topic is very good", or "It becomes more and more relevant to start with" and so on.
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In addition to encouragement, Saburo also bluntly pointed out the shortcomings of Dao Chi. His policies were barely acceptable, his writing lacked aura, his poems were simple and straightforward, and his use of words was insufficient. Just like the two words "red flowers" and "green leaves", in
It is not advisable to make too many embellishments in the text, otherwise the words will appear frivolous; direct description in poems and poems will be too plain. If the words "red thin" and "green fat" are replaced, and the real objects are replaced by imitations, the artistic conception will suddenly rise.
At this time, the Taoist idiot really wanted to punch the ground.
Why couldn't he think of any of Nalan's poems in various time-travel books, and he couldn't even try to take advantage of them? At this time, he could only work hard to make up for his shortcomings, memorizing Tang poems and Song poems. He had read three hundred Tang poems, but he couldn't compose them.
I can also sing poems.
People of later generations were less original in writing, but didn't they still have a way of "paying tribute" to someone? He had no intention of becoming a great poet, as long as he could pass the exam.
Sanlang immediately discovered the Taoist's idea of using tricks and did not agree with it. He rarely raised his face and lectured seriously: "No matter how similar a fake is, it is still a fake, and the same is true for poetry and articles. The appearance is similar but tasteless. If Erlang is in the imperial examination,
On the way, I just want to pass the boy test, and I can fish in troubled waters by using such tricks. If you want to go further, you must not cheat at all."
Because of the Daoist's shortcomings, Saburo became angry and wanted to win over him, so he gave him homework and asked him to write three poems every day regardless of format or content.
If it were any other young man, he would have to defend himself against Saburo's words.
Dao Chi has a mature mind. If he thinks carefully about Saburo's words, this is indeed true. If he can't face his own shortcomings, he might really stop taking the college examination, the provincial examination, and the provincial examination, which is even more extravagant. Apart from living longer, he is no better than he is now.
No matter how much better a scholar you are, even when it comes to reading, I still lack a lot.
Others are studying hard in the cold window, but no matter how hard he works, he will not be able to beat those people.
For a whole month, everyone in the government school saw a strange scene. The Taoist idiot's eyes were dull (he was lost in thought), whether he saw flowers and trees, food and snacks, or was in the classics and history class, he would be distracted at any time, and his words were eloquent.
On Dao Chi's desk, there are thick manuscripts of poems stacked up, chanting all kinds of things.
Wang Qi and Lu Bing knew that he was composing poems. They were so curious that they came over to look at Dao Chi's poems.
"Poetry for Cooking Porridge"
The poor have something to beg for,
The porridge in the bowl is thin.
The wind blows and the water surges
Seven or eight grains of rice.
"Nostalgia Poems? Wei Qing"
Since ancient times, there have been talented people in poor families, and the son of the Wei family congratulates him.
Don't ask for wealth and wealth from Jiaofang, but get fame and fame from outside the Great Wall.
Last night the north wind neighed the horses, and today the frost cuts the glaciers.
The general marched thousands of miles away, and the Chanyu abandoned his chariot in panic.
There is a mixed bag of good and bad, some are simple and white, and some are a bit interesting. Regardless of whether it is simple and white, or has a lot of artistic conception, it can be called poetry.
When Wang Qi and Lu Bing met Daqi, they couldn't help praising Daqi. When it came to writing poems, they could barely handle a few poems, but Taoist idiots could just write whatever they thought of, and they couldn't really do it without a little bit of aura.
Not coming.
The Taoist idiot could only smile bitterly. He originally boasted that he was well-read, but when he started composing poetry seriously, he found that his allusions and words were very lacking.
He was really unsure about the June college examination.
When Lu Wenzhao heard that the Taoist was learning to compose poems, he raised his nostrils and was proud of the Taoist for a few days. Then he took out a booklet and handed it to the Taoist proudly. He asked the Taoist to correct him, but in fact he just meant to show off.
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The book was so light that Dao Chi felt it was particularly heavy. No matter how ignorant Lu Wenzhao was, he probably wanted to help this time.
It was indeed Lu Wenzhao's handwriting, but when he saw the poems recorded on it, the Taoist idiot's face turned green.
Is this poetry? Where is the rhyme? Where is the rhythm?
I stand between heaven and earth,
With a high ambition,
No one knows how to worry,
The sky is bright against the sun and the moon.
Is this called poetry?
No one knows how talented he is,
Don’t force yourself if you don’t see your best friend,
Keep faithful to Zhou Zhaozhi throughout your life,
Dukang in hand can relieve worries.
Is this called poetry?
The Taoist idiot really didn't notice that poetry was not poetry, but he finally understood what it meant to "not recognize talent" and what it meant to "explain sorrow in order to compose new words".
Lu Wenzhao was really a literary young man. From this thick manuscript, it can be seen that he loved to compose poetry, but it is really impossible to say whether he was at this level. Even a Taoist idiot who became a monk halfway could see that these were not popular.
Dao Chi read it from beginning to end and admired Lu Wenzhao very much. After studying for more than ten years, it was not easy for his level to be so low. Unexpectedly, he was extremely confident. Even if he did not participate in the boy examination, he did not feel that it was because of his own shortcomings.
Because of this, I feel that it is restricted by family rules. If I end up on my own, the head of the case will definitely be caught.
Chen Chizhong was a martial artist and knew nothing about poetry. Liu Congyun had not heard anything for a few days, but when his next monthly vacation was over, he brought a large bag of poetry booklets from home. They were not the common poetry of Li and Du on the market, but
These are some new poems that were circulated by literati at that time.
For Taoist idiots, studying the current taste of poetry and understanding the current level of appreciation will be of great help to his fate.
Dao Chi was sincerely grateful. He did not expect that Liu Congyun would help him. After all, among the young people in the government school, there are now two factions, which are somewhat ulterior.
Liu Congyun smiled and said: "No need to thank me, I just want to see how far Erlang can go."
Hearing what he said seemed to have profound meaning, Dao Chi was stunned and said: "Brother Liu Shi doesn't want to take part in the provincial examination?"
Liu Congyun said with a smile: "Exams and the like are too annoying. After passing the college exam, I don't want to worry about it anymore."
If you are just a mixed official in the palace, having the title of scholar is enough, and the title of Juren is just the icing on the cake. But when the prince comes to Beijing, even if all the officials will follow, the weight of the title of Scholar and the title of Juren are absolutely different. The title of Juren will directly qualify you.
Scholars cannot be appointed officials.
The provincial examination was still two years away, still far away from now. Dao Chi looked at Liu Congyun deeply and said nothing, but he made up his mind that he would find a chance to persuade him just for the love of today's package of poems.
Liu Congyun continued to take the exam...
The short poems are all temporarily suppressed, and my level is limited, so don’t blame me.