Even the imperial examination is full of difficulties.
After all, the time is too short. In ten years, it may not be possible to reach the stage of trial.
emmm, in the last life, Jia Huan studied medicine. He couldn’t say he knew nothing about the Four Books and Five Classics, but he didn’t know much about them.
Fortunately, as a time traveler, although I don’t have a system, computer, old man with a white beard or other golden fingers, I still have some benefits.
The first is that people become handsome.
The impression given by Dream of Red Mansions is that Jia Huan is an ugly and ugly child.
But if you think about it carefully, Jia Huan's parents' genes are not bad at all.
Although Jia Zheng is a fake Taoist, he is also a handsome middle-aged man.
Although Aunt Zhao is not attractive, she is still a beauty with at least 85 points of beauty.
Marry a virtuous wife, keep concubines and enjoy sex.
If Aunt Zhao was not beautiful, how could Jia Zheng favor her alone? How is it possible to have a son and a daughter?
Take a look at the appearance of Jia Huan's biological sister Tanchun: she has slim shoulders, a slim waist, and a long figure. She has a duck-oval face and handsome eyes with eyebrows trimmed.
When we get to Jia Huan, can we still have genetic mutations?
On the first day after time travel, after Jia Huan reluctantly accepted the fact of time travel, he looked in the mirror.
I found that I was absolutely a handsome man.
The reason why he gave people a bad impression was probably because he was crippled by Aunt Zhao.
Think about it, if you have nothing to do but hunch your shoulders, tilt your head, and look at people furtively, isn't this image completely ruined?
But after Jia Huan held her head high and stared straight at the masculine sunshine, she immediately became completely different from before.
Even my own mother, Aunt Zhao, was puzzled by this.
Fortunately, things are getting better after all. Aunt Zhao is simply a straightforward person and is not overly suspicious.
The second benefit is that he has a huge appetite, the kind that can be put into ordinary people's homes to feed poor families.
The advantage is that if you eat more, your physical fitness will also improve.
For three days, Jia Huan could feel that his strength was slowly increasing.
The third benefit is photographic memory.
It was precisely because of this ability of photographic memory that Jia Huan set the goal of saving himself by taking the imperial examination.
Of course, simply having photographic memory is not enough.
The imperial examination did not test rote memorization.
However, as a top student who passed the 985 exam in his previous life, Jia Huan still had some confidence in the exam.
Although what he learned in his previous life is completely different from what he learned in the imperial examination, his ability to summarize is real.
Jia Huan's study plan is to make full use of her photographic memory and memorize a large number of questions.
Although Jia Huan has not yet figured out the dynasty background, he can see from books that there are Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties in this world.
Up to now in the imperial examination, all the sentences in the four books have been tested, and there are even truncated and combined questions.
And since he has a photographic memory, he can recite all the excellent historical texts.
During the exam, you can learn from it, pay homage to it, and use it freely without worrying about not getting high marks.
As a top student, I still have some confidence.
In three days, Jia Huan had memorized the entire book.
In fact, it took less than a day to actually recite it. For the remaining two days, Jia Huan was writing from memory and practicing calligraphy.
In his previous life, in order to practice the stability of his wrist, Jia Huan would spend an hour every day writing calligraphy after get off work.
Not to mention he has high attainments, but he still has some foundation in calligraphy.
After traveling through time, Jia Huan's calligraphy was indescribable.
Now what Jia Huan does every day is to adapt to the new body and pick up calligraphy again.
The exam must be written in Guange style, which is somewhat similar to regular script but different from regular script.
Jia Huan is confident that he will spend three or four months practicing his calligraphy so well that he will at least be able to pass the exam without losing marks.
Three or four months was enough for him to memorize all the Four Books and Five Classics.
When the time comes, I will learn to break questions and memorize some current articles, and then I can take the exam to become a scholar next year.
And once you really get the title of scholar, there will be a provincial examination in August next year.
After passing the provincial examination, there will be a general examination in February of the following year.
If everything goes well, within two years, he will be able to obtain the title and become an official.
emmm
Haha, I’m thinking a little too much.
Now not only can he not solve problems, he doesn't even have a teacher.
At this time, Baoyu had not yet entered the clan school.
Jia Zheng invited an enlightenment gentleman to enlighten Baoyu.
Aunt Zhao begged Jia Huan to study with her, but Mrs. Wang dismissed her because Jia Huan was still young.
After Jia Huan memorized the Four Books and Five Classics, he still needed to find a teacher to teach him how to solve the problems.
This morning, he will be able to finish college silently.
You can memorize the mean in the afternoon.
At this moment, I heard Aunt Zhao shouting from outside: "Huan'er, come and eat soon."
"Here we come, mother."
Jia Huan was raised by Aunt Zhao. Although Jia Huan was a concubine, he was considered a serious master in the Jia family.
As for Aunt Zhao, she was born into the family and was only the lowest concubine among the concubines, with a status only one level higher than that of the servants.
Even Aunt Zhao's food is different from Jia Huan's.
However, according to Aunt Zhao's greedy character, as long as Jia Zheng is not around, he will follow Jia Huan to make ends meet.
Xiao Jixiang, a seven or eight-year-old girl, put the food on the table with a smile. Jia Huan went to wash her hands and sat down at the dining table.
Aunt Zhao babbled and said: "Huan'er, studying is naturally good, but it's not like that to earn a living."
"Look at that short-lived Brother Zhu, he studied harder than you, but what happened in the end? Even though he went to school, wasn't he exhausted and died?"
"Well, Fu Qian, you can't force too much. If you get sick, what do you want me to count on? Your family won't be able to do anything for you."
Although Aunt Zhao's words were irrelevant, Jia Huan's heart felt warm after hearing this.
In his last life, he was an orphan and had never felt maternal love.
And now, he felt it.
It feels so good to have a mother.
He nodded and said, "I understand, mother, I will take care of myself."
Aunt Zhao exclaimed and said: "Huan'er, are you really a convert? Usually when I say something to you, you stare, scratch your neck and have ten words waiting for me. Why are you so obedient now?"
Jia Huan's transformation must not be hidden from anyone, let alone Aunt Zhao who has raised him by her side since childhood.
And Jia Huan had already thought of his words.
He said softly: "Mom, during the days when I was ill, I thought I was going to die, and I thought I would never be able to be by your side again."
"When I think of this, I feel like needles pricking my heart. At that time, I regretted not listening to you before and making you angry. I was afraid that I would never have the chance to honor you again in the future."
"After I recover from my illness, I will naturally change my ways. From now on, I will honor my mother well and never make you angry again."
After listening to Jia Huan's words, Aunt Zhao's eyes had red circles, and tears fell down, and she couldn't wipe them away.
Even Xiao Jixiang was wiping tears from his eyes.
Jia Huan leaned forward and gently patted Aunt Zhao on the back and said, "Mom, stop crying and eat."
Aunt Zhao wiped it hard a few times and said with a cry: "Eat."
