When the students from Cai County heard the name of Zhou Dafu, they stood up to greet him.
"We haven't seen each other in Zhou Dafu for a long time. We even sat at the front and back tables! I didn't know it at the time. You have such a poetic talent. I should have known you would praise me more!"
"Zhou Dafu, we are the best among people, if we can do the same as you, please sit next to me!"
"Zhou Dafu, I'm waiting for you today. The pen and ink are ready. If you want to show off your literary talents, let me see!"
I can't tell if it's hypocrisy or true love.
During the dinner, the students all showed humility to each other.
Zhou Dagu sat aside obediently. He would take a sip from everyone who was toasting, and I would accompany everyone who raised their glasses.
Anyway, this is the only glass of wine I have today, and I take a sip every time.
Mr. Hou raised the wine glass in his hand: "Zhou Dafu, you are talented in poetry, and you will definitely make a difference in Confucianism and Taoism in the future, unlike people like us! In life, you just have to make ends meet!"
Zhou Dagu raised his glass: "You and I are classmates, let's not talk about literary talent. Tomorrow I will compete with you in the examination room. I beg you not to be merciful and to test the style of our Cai County students!"
He meant to be polite, but who knew that his words would trigger a thousand sighs.
"Mr. Zhou, before tomorrow, you and I are students in a private school. After tomorrow, you will be the superior husband, and I will be just a stinky fish seller!"
"I'm similar to you. My family is in the tea business, so I'm a good tea seller!"
"I...I am a scholar!"
"Old Man Fan, you are talking nonsense again. Do you really think you can pass the exam? Master Zhu said that you are born with insufficient talent. You have been enlightened for decades and your talent has dissipated in your heart. Even if you pass the exam, can you enter the country?"
Hahaha!
Speaking of this classmate, the whole room was filled with laughter.
Zhou Dagu cupped his hands and advised: "We are all classmates. Tomorrow is the county exam. You don't have to say anything depressing. Let's just work hard and leave the rest to God!"
The students in Master Zhu's school are naturally divided into two categories.
The rich family members are one type, and the poor family members headed by Old Man Fan are also in the same category. They are not willing to die on the battlefield and have been working hard to gain fame all their lives.
The nobles and nobles throughout the dynasty were all scholars.
Who wouldn't want to stand on top of the court and scold Fang Qiu!
Who wants to be an unknown cannon fodder in Bianzhou, Cai County!
Mr. Hou drank the wine in one gulp: "My eldest brother thought the same way back then. My father thought that having a wife in the family would be the reason why our ancestors burned high incense!"
"Despite everything, send my brother to study. If the county school is not good, just pay to go to the state school!"
"Guess what?"
Everyone present looked at him. The Hou family and Wang family occupied all the land in Cai County.
If Wang Yuanwai hadn't been backed by Chief Zhang, he wouldn't have been a match for the Hou family.
There are two major secrets in Cai County. One is how the Xu family lost to the Wang family back then, and the other is the current situation of the eldest son of the Hou family.
Everyone is curious, but no one dares to ask, and no one dares to tell.
Mr. Hou's face was rosy, his throat was filled with wine, and he was thinking about things: "My eldest brother is really striving for success. He was admitted as a scholar and barely got the title of scholar!"
"Juren! That's a juren who can be an official!"
The loser next to him poured him a drink: "That's terrible. I heard that our Lord Registrar was just an idiot back then!"
"What about our eldest son?"
Mr. Hou looked at his face in the wine glass and wondered who he saw: "Crazy!"
"I tried for the Ministry of Rites in the capital, but I lost my name to Sun Shan. I'm crazy!"
"You were born and raised in Xiangzhou, how can you understand the attitude of those people in Kyoto towards us Xiangzhou people? When my father went to Xiangzhou to pick up his eldest brother, he told me when he got home!"
"Never follow Confucianism again in this life!"
"You and I were born in Cai County and defended Xiangzhou, but in their eyes, we are just barbarians and despicable people. How can we, despicable people, be qualified to study!"
Mr. Hou was so excited that he stood up. Without noticing, a piece of paper fell out of his sleeve.
Zhou Dagu wanted to remind him, but when he lowered his head and saw the words on the paper, he was silent for a moment.
Mr. Hou looked in the direction of home and kicked Old Fan hard: "Look over there, my eldest brother is locked up at home by my father!"
"You all think that I hired a music teacher at home just to teach me how to read!"
"That's wrong, I never lie to you. That is my eldest brother's wife. He prepares for the Ministry of Etiquette test at home every day. My father searches for test questions from various states and asks my eldest brother to do it!"
"Only in this way can he remain normal and a living person!"
"It's pity that my eldest brother is so talented, but I have pity that my mother sheds tears every day!"
"It's either that I don't want to take the county exam or that I don't want to be a scholar. I, a student from Xiangzhou, don't have that fate!"
Zhou Dagu picked up the poems on the ground. The words had a crazy meaning. He looked into the distance and his heart trembled inexplicably.
He has seen people from Cai County before. Ordinary people, but only ordinary people can be extraordinary.
Da Ying valued civil service over military affairs. In the past ten years, if the imperial court had not been supported by generals, there would have been no way for military attachés to go.
Who doesn’t know that if you want to succeed in your career, you must first study.
However, people from Xiangzhou have no way to study.
Could it be that I can only be a low-class person for the rest of my life?
Could it be that Xiangzhou students can only serve as cannon fodder in the army?
"The moon is cold and the sun is warm, so let's fry the human life!" Zhou Dagu said softly.
But in the quiet box, a spring thunder sounded.
The students looked at him and muttered silently: "Come to fry the human life?"
"Woo!"
"Woo!" All the scholars in the hall were all wet with tears.
Old Man Fan stood up and held on to the door frame, his eyes slightly red: "The moon is cold and the sun is warm, why don't you fry the human life?"
"I... don't believe it, I don't believe it, that's all I can do in my life!"
"I want to be a scholar, I want to study at a high school, I want to be a successful candidate! Hahahaha!"
"Hahaha! I want to tell my mother that I am not a waste! I... am not a waste!"
"I am Fan Shintong! Who didn't like Fan Shintong back then!"
"I knew a thousand words at the age of three, memorized the Analects of Confucius at the age of five, and read Mencius by heart at the age of seven. At the age of over forty, I didn't even become a scholar and became a waste among people?"
The Fan family was also everyone back then.
I heard that he was demoted from Kyoto, and ordinary people don't have so many books.
Old Man Fan is the hope of the Fan family. The whole family hopes that he will study hard and return to Kyoto.
Misfortunes never come singly!
As soon as the Fan family arrived, they encountered the invasion of demons and barbarians. He was eleven years old that year, and the Daying Confucian Temple stipulated that you could only take the childbirth examination at the age of twelve.
He had no fame, but in order to protect his father who was tortured half to death on the way to Xiangzhou, he took a blade and joined the army as a warrior on the battlefield for his father.
On the battlefield, he was kicked by the demon clan. When he came back, most of the enlightenment energy in his body had dissipated.
After the war ended, Old Man Fan came back to study and took the childbirth examination, but he never passed.
This persistence lasted for decades.
From a kid to an old man.
The entire Cai County knew that he was obsessed with fame, but no one knew that this old man truly persisted in his heart.
Until this sentence.
Come and fry life!
Only then did he spit out the resentment he had held in his heart for decades, no longer able to hold it in.
After hearing about your past, my heart becomes even more sad.
Many students in Cai County were in tears, and the private school gathering was held before the county examination.
Because of this, today we are all classmates, but tomorrow you will be the master and I will be the tenant. When we bow our heads and bend over, it is difficult to say this sentence of classmates.
Mr. Hou gathered his emotions and raised the wine glass on the table: "Don't say these short-tempered words of a scholar!"
"We are just here for fun today, so you can all get drunk before resting!"
Zhou Dagu stood up, without raising his glass, and bowed his hands: "Everyone, I have to prepare wholeheartedly for tomorrow's county exam, so I'm going back first!"
"Zhou Dagu, you still don't understand what we mean. If you have poetic talent, you don't have to go to court. You can become a scholar who enters the country, or you can become a scholar who is free and easy. You can write a few poems and get drunk in the world. Isn't it good? "
"It's not bad, it's just that I don't want to! Since I follow Confucianism, I have to be the first person. In the test of merit, I have to be the number one scholar!"
"Hahaha! It's really ridiculous. Don't you know that the affair between you and Wang Yuanwai has been known to others, and they will definitely make things difficult for you at the county school tomorrow! You won't even be able to get in by then. Do you want to be the top scholar?"
"It's their business to stop me. It's my business to prepare for the county examination with all my strength!" Zhou Dagu took a step back and then handed over his hand: "Please take your leave!"
Mr. Hou became angry from shame: "This Zhou Dagu, we tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen to a word. He really treated his kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs!"
He took a step forward and was about to knock down the table where Zhou Dagu was sitting.
"Ah!" Mr. Hou covered his feet and jumped back and forth: "How come this table must be dead on the ground!"
The loser quickly pushed the small table in front of him and said doubtfully: "Sir, no! I just moved the table, how can it be possible to determine death!"
He quickly rolled over to Zhou Dagu's desk and saw a piece of paper on the table: "Is this Zhou Dafu's handwriting?"
Some people look down on Zhou Dafu, but no one has ever looked down on Dafu's poetry.
They quickly gathered around.
Old Man Fan sat next to Zhou Dagu and stretched his head to look.
There was no poetry written on the paper, only two sentences.
Before he could say aloud, his eyes were already red: "Zhou Dagu, you are different from us! Different!"
"Get out of here!" Mr. Hou turned away from the crowd, climbed on the table, and stared at the piece of paper.
Just one look and he sat down on the ground.
"It should be noted that Shao Ri Na Yun Zhi was once promised to be the best in the world."
What a passion!
The young man is frustrated because reality is too real.
But this poem, like a blade, gently cuts through the dusty heart of the young man.
He closed his eyes and saw his arrogant self.
"Zhou Dafu is a genius!"
The bitch who was pushed to the ground by him bit his lips and subconsciously said: "Then... what should I wait for?"
