Burn incense and start the exam.
Zhang Yue had already polished the ink, but was not in a hurry to write.
He had to read through the paper first, and this time he learned the Five Classics: "Book of Changes", "Book of Books", "Book of Songs", "Rituals" and "Zhou Rites".
He had to get the paper and read it over first to see if he had made any mistakes in the questions, otherwise he would have spent a long time writing in vain.
Zhang Yue was cautious on the one hand, and worried that Zhao Yasi would change the test papers on the other.
But Zhang Yue read it again and found that it was indeed the Five Classics, as well as the required "Analects of Confucius" and "The Classic of Filial Piety". There are twenty chapters in each sutra, and ten chapters of ink meanings. The total number is one hundred and forty chapters, with seventy chapters of ink meanings.
Zhang Yue wrote quickly. Occasionally when he encountered something he was unsure about, he would pause for a moment and then jump to the next question. The same was true for Mo Yi.
In fact, the same is true. No matter how familiar you are with memorizing books, there are always some corners and corners. You feel that you have mastered everything, but when it comes to the exam, you will always encounter one or two questions that you are not sure about.
This is exactly what Zhang Yue is, but there is only one place in the Sutra where he is unsure.
As for the meaning of Mo, Zhang Yue can use his own words to explain this passage, but he can also answer it completely according to the commentaries. Use your own words to answer the question, and the examiner will make a judgment about whether it is right or wrong. But if you use the annotations entirely, you don’t have to worry. But the problem is to memorize the annotations word for word.
When Zhang Yue picked up his pen to answer a question, he suddenly raised his eyelids and saw a soldier looking furtively at his paper. The moment he caught his eye, he turned his head guiltily.
Zhang Yue continued to write the title calmly. After a while, he saw the soldier whispering to a public official.
Zhang Yue has memorized the Five Classics very well and can write the answers to these scripture questions with his eyes closed. As for Mo Yi, it was not difficult for him, and he followed the annotations throughout the process.
When the paper was submitted, seven out of ten questions were scored, so there was absolutely no risk of failing. However, the problem was that he was worried that the paper would not be handed over to the examiner.
Of course there is also the risk of failing.
Zhang Yue turned around and saw that many candidates in the Classics and Yi subjects were writing and answering questions very quickly.
Zhang Yue remembered that Pucheng was a major imperial examination county, and there must be many people who had mastered the Nine Classics. If other candidates also passed the Nine Classics out of the Ten, then he might not be sure of being able to pass the Seven Classics.
Zhang Yue has heard the saying from later generations that "get one more point and kill a thousand people", so he cannot be satisfied with the tenth path and nine and seven, he also needs to be correct.
Thinking of this, there were soldiers in the front carrying hot ginger tea to the candidates one by one.
The spring breeze is very cold at this time, and it is extremely comfortable to have a bowl of hot ginger tea. Several scholars drank the tea eagerly as soon as they received it.
Zhang Yue glanced at it, but saw that the soldier serving the tea looked unfamiliar, so he didn't pay much attention.
When the other party brought it to him, Zhang Yue subconsciously put the paper under the case. If someone accidentally knocked over the ginger tea and wet his paper, then his work would be in vain.
Seeing Zhang Yue's vigilance, the soldier on the other side laughed and said, "My dear officer, have a cup of ginger tea to warm yourself up. Drink it while it's hot."
Zhang Yue nodded and asked him to put the ginger tea beside his case.
After the other party left, Zhang Yuefang picked up the paper and continued to answer questions. Zhang Yue was not cold, and he wrote hard for a while. He felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the ginger tea.
When Zhang Yue picked up the tea bowl and brought it to his mouth, he quickly glanced at the few soldiers walking around him, and sure enough, two of them were looking at him closely.
Zhang Yue smiled when he saw this, poured the ginger soup under the eaves and said deliberately: "Why is the tea soup so unpleasant to drink?"
The expressions of several soldiers could not help but change.
One person stepped forward and said with a smile: "Young official, maybe it has been cold for a long time. I will ask someone to bring you another bowl."
"No need, let's give it to Oshi!" Zhang Yue scolded him, but he saw that the other person's face was pale, "Young officials are joking, how can I get Osi?"
Zhang Yue ignored him and continued to answer questions.
Two subordinates in the corner were watching here. Seeing Zhang Yue not drinking ginger tea, they couldn't help but cursed: "This kid is so cunning, I really underestimate him."
One person said: "Then what should I do? What should I do if the police officer accuses you and me?"
The man said: "Don't worry, I still have one last trick."
Zhang Yue didn't mind this. It would be unworthy if he got angry and distracted and affected his answer to the question. Zhang Yue understood that casual retaliation could not hurt Zhao Yasi's bones at all, so the best revenge for people like Zhao Yasi was to do well in the exam.
The better I do in the exam, the harder I will slap people like Zhao Yasi in the face.
What is fame and why do we say thousands of troops cross a single-plank bridge?
Fame will not fall from the sky, but you will have to earn it step by step.
The more Zhang thought about this, he realized that the whole volume had been written. Except for one or two places where he was not sure, it could be said to be basically stable. The meanings of these scriptures and texts are all objective questions. You can understand them clearly at a glance, and you will know them in your heart after the exam.
Zhang Yue saw that the economic students on both sides were already answering the final questions, and some were reviewing them for the last time to see if there were any errors or omissions, and revising the wording.
But Zhang Yue suddenly stood up from the table at this moment, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
The subordinate suddenly realized something and was about to step forward to stop him, but Zhang Yue had already taken a step forward.
But seeing that Zhang Yue was walking neither slowly nor fast, with the calmness of a scholar, but for some reason several soldiers were in a panic and were already a step too late when they tried to stop him. During the encounter, Zhang Yue dodged an oncoming soldier and stepped directly to the front of the hall.
"It's too late." The subordinate stamped his feet.
Facing everyone's surprised gazes, Zhang Yue quickly walked to the front of the hall and bowed to the county magistrate who was sitting high in the hall: "Student Zhang Yue has finished his answers. I would like to ask your husband to review the papers."
There was a buzz among the Jinshi candidates who answered the papers below. Is there a rule for candidates to ask the examiner to take the test in person?
The county magistrate sat there, facing this unconventional scene, with a look of displeasure on his face.
The county magistrate thought, Zhang Yue? Isn't that the person who made himself personally recognised? It's really a bit arrogant.
"Come forward!"
The county magistrate's voice was cold, and the moment Zhang Yue placed the paper in front of the county magistrate's case, the subordinate almost fainted. The paper was already in the hands of the county magistrate, and he had no way to do anything.
The county magistrate glanced at Zhang Yue and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Good words!"
The county magistrate nodded first, and then saw that there was no ink spot or smear on the paper. It didn't mean that it was right or wrong. Such a paper was comfortable to read.
The magistrate is a man of elegance and is most tired of any unclean place. Zhang Yue's paper can definitely catch his eye.
But what’s so interesting about a scribe’s paper? The county magistrate was a Jinshi scholar, so he felt superior to the scholars who memorized the classics by rote.
"Professor Hu, come and judge!"
The county magistrate handed the paper to Professor Hu from the county school. He was the one who published the scribes' papers and had the responsibility of reviewing them.
The county magistrate looked at Zhang Yue again and said, "I seem to have seen you before... that day..."
Zhang Yue finally remembered: "The student and senior brother that day..."
The county magistrate waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since you know me, why can't you confirm the guarantee and instead of asking me, why do you go to Mr. Boyi to come forward?"
Zhang Yue heard the reproach in the county magistrate's tone, lowered his head and said, "The student knows his mistake."
The county magistrate seemed to smile kindly and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's just that I gave you two hours to answer the questionnaire, but you only used one hour. Is it because you think I gave you too much and too much?"
"Students don't dare."
The county magistrate smiled and said: "You are talented, and you are naturally arrogant. I will save you. Since you handed in the paper in advance, it seems that you want me to test you personally. If I don't test anything else, I will test your poetry talent."
Zhang Yue heard this and said: "Students only learn the meaning of the classics, but not the poetry."
The Jinshi candidates below also raised their heads and thought, isn't this making things difficult for others?
I have never heard of it in the examination of poems by classical scholars.
"How can you be known by the state school if you don't understand poetry?" The county magistrate's face darkened and he scolded: "You are talented, but you are also humble. Now when I ask you about the county policy, you still deny that you don't know?"
At this point, the county magistrate smiled and said warmly: "Don't refuse. Young people have to hide their talents and bide their time. It's okay to show off your talents. You are a student of Mr. Boyi, how can you say you don't study poetry?"
Zhang Yue looked up at the county magistrate and asked calmly: "I wonder what poem your magistrate wants to try?"
Why do you really dare to write poetry?
The county magistrate smiled slightly and said: "Since you have talent and think of yourself as a child prodigy, then use the word prodigy as your title! I will not make things difficult for you. You are a student of economics. I don't want to embarrass you with poems. Poems can produce rhymes. , also borrowing one or two ancient words."
Zhang Yue nodded and went straight to the table and said: "Since Mr. Xiang said that the students are talented, the students would not dare to be humble anymore. Please give me some pen and ink."
The official in the distance smiled when he saw it: "This son is finished. He offended Zhao Yasi first, and then offended your order. How can he live a good life?"
Another person said: "Yes, your Majesty must embarrass this son, otherwise Zhao Yasi's face will be lost."
Zhang Yue had already picked up his pen and dipped it in ink at this moment, so he put pen to paper.
The county magistrate who was standing by saw the words "Prodigy Poem" written in the first part of the poem and thought to himself, this boy really dares to write a masterpiece based on a child prodigy, and he is not ashamed to say so.
…
When Zhang Yue wrote the words "Prodigy Poetry", he was really thinking of Wang Shu's popular prodigy poem, but he felt that this was plagiarizing the ancient poems.
I have been studying for nearly a year. Although I am studying classics and meanings, I also read some poetry. Why not give it a try today? It’s not good if you don’t write well, but at least it’s your own poem.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yue felt a surge of scholar's arrogance in his chest, which filled the tip of his pen.
Zhang Yue finished writing calmly, raised his head, glanced at the county magistrate, and then asked: "Can this poem, student, be read by my husband?"
The county magistrate took the poem and read it to himself: "Since I have great talents, why do I need rich poems? I have been so heroic and chivalrous in my life that I can't match the ancient poems."
The county magistrate thought that poetry is ordinary and the sentences are not fluent, but expressing one's aspirations through poetry can reveal the measure of a person's ambition!
I seem to be underestimating this guy.
The county magistrate asked Xuezheng aside: "Professor Hu, does this person understand the classics?"
On the side, Professor Hu bowed to the county magistrate and said: "Thank you for your kindness, all pass!"
"All access?"
Professor Hu said: "Repaying favors is indeed all-encompassing."
Zhang Yue had already clenched his fists. He thought he would make a mistake or two, but he didn't expect that he would get everything right. Isn’t it just for this sentence that I studied hard in the cold window?
The county magistrate looked at Zhang Yue again and was waiting for words. At this time, a soldier from outside came to report: "To inform you, sir, the rankings for the provincial examination have been announced!"
"What?" The county magistrate looked excited.
The entire audience was also shocked.
Today's spring exam is open! I don’t know who can name it?
ps: Actually this poem was not written by me. It will be on the shelves on the 1st of next month. Please reserve monthly tickets from everyone. Be the first to order, please!
