Seeing this, Gao Zhang almost turned his nose with anger. What does this mean?
Could it be because I behaved too upright and noble in front of Master Hunjun?
So much so that this faint-hearted Master feels that his disciple is a rare pure and pure gentleman in the world, and is embarrassed to give him all the extra tricks?
Alas, if you are so incompetent, what use is there for a master like you?
At this time, Gao Qiu saw that his son was actually reading at this time, and he couldn't help but persuaded with distress.
"Zhang'er, this set of "The Analects of Confucius" was given to me personally by the officials. I just hope that you, Zhang'er, can study hard."
"But the officials have also said that for a child as smart as our Zhang'er, even if he fails the examination, there is no harm in waiting another three years."
"So Zhang'er, you must pay attention to your body. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Is that really what the officials said?" Gao Zhang raised his head and asked uncertainly towards his father, Gao Qiu.
As a kind father, Gao Qiu naturally could not deceive his good son.
"My father told the officials that my son was staying shut in the house, studying hard day and night, and was not even willing to walk outside the house to relax."
"The officials were very pleased to hear this, so they specially gave this set of "The Analects of Confucius" so that my father can advise you like this..."
Seeing that his biological father was so sure and certain, Gao Zhang felt relieved.
His own father didn't know about the secret dealings between him and the official Zhao Ji, so he just thought that the official was moved because of his son's willingness to study.
It seems that the official family is indeed busy with official duties during this period and cannot come to see him to strengthen the master-disciple relationship.
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So I simply asked my biological father Gao Qiu, who was kept in the dark, to pass on the message, and he must have told me in a subtle way.
I was just motivating you at that time. Anyway, I didn’t expect you to pass the Jinshi exam in a month.
Therefore, your attitude has shown that you care about your will to be a teacher. Since you are so obedient and sensible.
I'm already so relieved, it's almost over, take a rest quickly, don't get exhausted, you are still a child after all.
As an excellent social god of war, Gao Zhang knows how to figure out people's hearts, especially when he wants to increase intimacy.
After only going through the minutiae, Gao Zhang felt that he had understood the psychological activities of this faint king master and the wishes he wanted to express.
Thinking of this, Gao Zhang let out a breath of relief. Very good. He was worthy of being the master who was about to explode because of his favorability.
Although this hint came a little late, it was still timely. In the next few days, I could finally have a good rest.
Presumably, the delivery of this set of "The Analects of Confucius" also represented the official Zhao Ji. He felt that if he could solve the fill-in-the-blank questions of "The Analects of Confucius", he would be quite awesome.
For Gao Zhang, who had already memorized almost the entire "The Analects of Confucius", there was really no problem.
Gao Zhang, who understood his master's wishes, could finally gather his energy and enjoy himself with his parents, making the whole family happy.
At this moment, his face was haggard and he was probably Cai Yao, the Qilin son of the Cai family who had lost at least five kilograms.
With tears in his eyes and his voice choked, he continued to read the Analects of Confucius.
On the side, "Spring and Autumn" and "Book of Rites" are sharpening their knives, looking forward to their debut...
I saw my son say goodbye and leave happily holding the set of "The Analects of Confucius" given by the official.
"My husband is so awesome. He actually let the officials know how well-behaved and sensible our Zhang'er is, and how we know the rules and respond to courtesy."
"Then it's up to us, Zhang'er, to show off to the officials as a father."
Gao Qiu stroked his short beard with a face filled with relief and said to his wife Huang beside him.
"Our Zhang'er is still young now, so let's let him study for a few more years.
If he is willing later, let him take part in the imperial examination, but if it really doesn't work out. "
"As a husband, I will think of a way to try to get the official family to give our Zhang'er a person with the same background as a Jinshi."
"Like the eldest son of Prime Minister Cai's family?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Huang's eyes suddenly lit up.
Although being born with a Jinshi class is also a reward, it is extremely rare.
After all, relying on the imperial examination to become an official is the way for scholars all over the world to become an official.
Even the officials of the Song Dynasty were very pleased with the lucky man, but if they wanted to give the other party a person with the same background as a Jinshi, they would definitely have to make great efforts to convince the ministers.
Throughout the dynasties, only Cai You, the eldest son of Cai Jing, the traitorous prime minister, has received this kind of grace.
"Exactly, but if you want to get such grace, you still need to work hard as a husband..."
Well, work hard to lick good officials and serve good officials. Only in this way can you have a chance.
Of course, Zhang'er has such an obedient, smart and well-behaved child, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about it himself.
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This year's imperial examination, after passing the special examination, has eliminated most of the officials' children.
However, there are still a considerable number of officials' children who passed the special examination. However, among those officials' children who passed the special examination.
Most parents know very well what their own dolls are, and just one "Thousand-Character Essay" has already made them, old fathers, cry and make their livers ache with anger.
As long as you can pass the other examinations, don't think about losing face by taking the imperial examinations and provincial examinations.
Otherwise, what if that foolish gentleman who always behaves unruly gets his brain twitched and creates a provincial exam blank list.
I really can't afford to lose that person, so I might as well stop it, so as not to fill the house with the sound of the child's screams all day long.
To prevent father and son from killing each other, the ethical tragedy of fighting against each other continues to be staged at home.
Of course, there are also some officials and officials whose poetry and calligraphy have been passed down from generation to generation. They have studied hard since childhood and now have this opportunity.
Even if the children are a little younger, it’s not a bad idea to let them try it.
At least, letting them experience the difficulty of the provincial examination in advance can also be regarded as allowing them to gain some experience points in their future career path from imperial examination to officialdom.
Fortunately, the son of Wu Zhizhong, the Minister of Rites, is not yet ten years old, so this provincial examination will be presided over by this knowledgeable boss of the Ministry of Rites, while the previous Shilang Chen will serve as the deputy examiner.
Today, the official Zhao Ji is sitting behind the imperial desk, looking at the catalog of proposed titles presented by Wu Shangshu.
Zhao Ji, an official, carefully and carefully looked at the proposed exam questions listed in this catalog.
Finally, he used the ink pen to write on the topic that he thought was suitable, after enough Zhuxiang effort.
Then he waved to Wu Shangshu to come closer. After Wu Shangshu came closer, the official Zhao Ji seemed to inadvertently pointed to a piece of Bai Xuan on the side full of handwriting and asked.
"I know that Wu Qing is also quite accomplished in calligraphy. I wonder what Wu Qing thinks of the font I created?"
Wu Shangshu couldn't help but his eyes lit up as he looked at the calligraphy, which had exposed muscles and bones, looked thin and sharp, and had sharp edges like orchid bamboo.
"It's amazing. The calligraphy skills of the official family can really establish a sect. This kind of calligraphy is truly unprecedented and unprecedented. I have read all the calligraphy masters at home and abroad..."
Although Wu Shangshu's praise was a bit exaggerated, he had to admit that this foolish king still had many talents.
Zhao Ji listened to Wu Shangshu's praise with a smile and nodded slightly with satisfaction.
"This is a Thousand-Character Essay written in the Thousand-Character Style created by me. Since I like it, I will give it to you."
