"Boy, Confucian classics involves a huge amount of knowledge. You must know how to pick out the key points and know where the test points for the county and government examinations are. Only by studying in a targeted manner can you get twice the result with half the effort."
In fact, Zhao Cheng also understands this truth, but he really doesn't know how to draw the key points. It seems that almost every book in "Five Classics of Justice" is a key point.
Zheng Yucheng said: "The county examination is much simpler than the prefectural examination, and the prefectural examination is much simpler than the provincial examination. When it comes to the provincial examination, it is the most important. Each of these three steps is very important, and you cannot be careless. , should be considered carefully.”
"From now on, you will focus on the county exams. Don't worry about the parts involved in the provincial exams. Otherwise, no matter how much energy you have, it won't be enough."
Seeing Zhao Chengfen writing quickly, Zheng Yucheng felt as if he had seen his younger self. At that time, he was also the most serious student of the classics. Otherwise, how could he have achieved the position of Yanzhou Classics.
But after Zheng Yucheng experienced the ups and downs of the officialdom, he felt that he didn't know how to be an official when he was young, he only knew how to study.
If you wait until you become an official to study, you will inevitably have to take many detours and even get a bloody head. This is actually the difference between the children of common people and the children of aristocratic families.
The children of those aristocratic families began to learn how to be officials when they were young. When they grow up, no matter how well they learn, they can gain an official position under the influence of their fathers and ancestors, or they may have someone in the court to take care of them and practice in their positions. In a few years, you can be promoted rapidly and rise to the top.
It is not easy for a farmer's boy like Zheng Yucheng to escape unscathed in the end. More people were involved in the strife in the officialdom, either promoted or demoted, and eventually became the sand that sank to the bottom of the officialdom of the Chen Dynasty.
However, everyone has their own destiny. It is still unknown what kind of path Zhao Cheng will take in the future and whether he can successfully pass the palace examination.
It is too early to think about these things now. If one day Zhao Cheng can enter the officialdom, it will not be too late to talk about it.
"Boy! The focus of the county examination is to write scriptures, followed by poems and poems, and the third is asking for advice." Zheng Yucheng first told Zhao Cheng about the situation of the county examination, so as to prevent this kid from going to the examination room in the future, his eyes darkening, and finally failing. If the halberd sinks into the sand, wouldn't it mean that today's hard work has been in vain?
Zhao Cheng stopped writing and listened to what he said.
Zheng Yucheng started with the classics and meanings, and only picked out the key points in the county examination, and did not talk about anything that was too deep or difficult.
"The focus of the county examination is on the classics. As long as you memorize the original text of the classics and avoid confusion, it is easy to copy the classics. This test is about memory; although poetry and poetry are easy to score, it is not easy to write well. , this is a test of your intelligence, and when it comes to the third question..."
Zheng Yucheng said: "The question and answer test for children's students tests the heart and ambition. If there is intention but no intention, or there is ambition but no intention, you will lose points."
Zhao Cheng wrote down these key points one by one, and then recited the scriptures marked out by Zheng Yucheng bit by bit.
Zheng Yucheng sat next to him, squinting his eyes slightly, listening to Zhao Cheng's voice, and silently repeating the chant.
With Zheng Yucheng's questions, the scope of Zhao Cheng's recitation was also much smaller. While he was memorizing, he was still paying attention to the actions of Zheng Yucheng's daughter.
"Big brother, eat some candy." The little girl handed the candy in her hand to Zhao Cheng, wanting to give him some to taste.
Zhao Cheng naturally didn't know how to eat it, so he coaxed the little girl and said, "Big brother doesn't like sweets."
Seeing the little girl jumping and running to play in the bamboo bushes by the wall, Zhao Cheng suddenly thought of little girl Zhou Rushuang, and wondered where she was now and whether she was doing well.
Zheng Yucheng was still reciting silently when he suddenly heard that Zhao Cheng had lost his voice. He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Cheng looking melancholy, staring at the purple bamboo bushes beside the wall in a daze.
"Hmm!" Zheng Yucheng coughed deliberately. Zhao Cheng was awakened as expected, smiled sheepishly, and once again devoted his energy to reciting.
Not long after, a burst of fragrance came. It turned out to be the fragrance of pheasant stew.
Zhao Cheng was already hungry. As soon as he memorized a page, a thunderous sound came from his stomach.
Zheng Yucheng put the book aside and said, "Okay, I'm hungry too, so I'll put it down for now and talk about it after lunch."
Zhao Cheng immediately washed his hands, and after helping to arrange the food, the four of them sat around the square table in the room to eat.
Although Zheng Yucheng once served as a scholar of Yanzhou Confucianism, he could only be regarded as a Qingshui Yamen in comparison, so his family wealth was not very large. The furnishings in the house were relatively ordinary and kept very clean.
Because he had to memorize questions in the afternoon, Zheng Yucheng strictly ordered Zhao Cheng not to drink alcohol until the county examination was over.
Taking advantage of his lunch break, Zhao Cheng went to the courtyard wall and picked out a purple bamboo of suitable thickness and few branches. He broke it off, trimmed it neatly with a hatchet, and planned to make another bamboo flute.
The little girl was very curious when she saw Zhao Cheng making the flute. She squatted next to him and watched him play.
"Brother, what did you do?"
"This is called a flute."
"I know, the flute is a musical instrument, and the sound it makes is very beautiful." The little girl knew a lot of things.
Zhao Cheng's hands and feet were very nimble. In less than half an hour, a slender and straight bamboo flute was ready.
Except for the tuning hole, which was a little more troublesome, everything else was done quickly.
"I never thought you could make a flute!" Zheng Yucheng couldn't help but ask when he saw that the purple bamboo flute made by Zhao Cheng looked good.
Zhao Cheng took it to his lips and tried it: "Unfortunately, there is no reed membrane, so it can't make any sound."
Zheng Yucheng said: "I have a good flute membrane, but you have to play a piece to hear it."
How could Zhao Cheng be afraid of this: "Then I'll just play backgammon."
Zhao Cheng put the membrane on the flute and tried it by holding it to his lips. The sound was really good, so he recalled the rhythm of "Backgammon" and started playing.
"Bubugao" is a unique piece of folk music. The music score comes from later generations and is very popular.
As its name suggests, this piece of music has a brisk and exciting melody, which increases layer by layer and has a bright rhythm. The sound waves rise and fall one after another, one after another. The music is full of motivation and gives people a positive meaning of striving for progress.
This was the first time Zheng Yucheng heard this piece of music. He thought it was not only light but also festive and lively. It was an excellent piece of music.
And he found that Zhao Cheng's playing was indeed very good. Not only was the music beautiful, but he also had a strong sense of rhythm.
"Boy, you played well. Next time I go fishing, I will take this flute with me. I can play a tune when I am bored. It is so relaxing."
The melodious sound of the flute echoed in the streets and lanes of Tongqianli, causing neighbors to stop and listen.
After Zhao Cheng finished playing the song, he waved his bamboo flute and shook out the water vapor in the flute. He sighed inwardly. If the little girl Zhou Rushuang were here, she would probably take the initiative to play that song to him again. .
