The scholars lined up, holding books in hand, walked to their seats, slowly took off the book boxes and placed them on the side of the table.
There are three seats in the back row, the middle and right ones are empty. The table on the left is equipped with a teapot, two teacups, a stack of white paper, as well as ink, pens, and inkstones.
Presumably, this is the position prepared for him.
When Yu Tiance walked to his position, everyone bowed their hands at the same time: "See you, Mr. County Magistrate!"
"No gift!"
In Confucianism, there is a lot of red tape.
Although I don’t like to feel formal, I have decided to become a scholar and I must not forget to learn the etiquette.
"No courtesy, please sit down."
Zeng Yu put one hand behind his back and held the scroll in the other. He closed his eyes and started reading, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu,
Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple;
…
Others laugh at me for being crazy
I laugh at others but can't see through...
Listening to Zeng Jue's words, all the students couldn't help but close their eyes and feel the scene in the poem.
Sitting in the first row, Liang Yuan often turned back and looked at Yu Tiance with mocking eyes.
That look was like showing off his qualifications, as if he had written the poem.
Yu Tiance didn't bother to refute Liang Yuan. After all, he had to give face to the county magistrate and not risk his life on the first day of school.
Zeng Yu did not introduce Yu Tiance first, but raised the book in his hand and said with a smile: "Dear students, this is the best poem I have encountered in the world in thirty-two years. Have you ever heard of it?"
All the scholars shook their heads.
Zeng Yu laughed at himself: "I didn't sleep well last night and was a little confused. I shouldn't ask this. I mean, what do you think of this poem? What kind of person do you think the author is?"
All the scholars discussed in low voices.
After a while, Liang Yuan stood up and bowed: "Sir, I think the person who wrote this poem should be a great Confucian scholar. He had the ability to be an official, but he was unruly and liked the life of idle clouds and wild cranes."
Zeng Yu nodded: "Minxian is right. Sit down."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Does anyone else have a different opinion?"
On the left side of Liang Yuan, a scholar named Chen Fang stood up and bowed: "Sir, Brother Liang and I have different opinions. It can be heard from this poem that the author wants to be an official, but hates the oppression of officialdom, so I chose the life of Xianyun Yehe."
oh?
The pressure of officialdom?
Wouldn't it be more straightforward to just say that the officialdom is dark?
"Your understanding is special. I feel the same way."
"Does anyone else have any opinions?"
…
All the scholars got together and talked about their views on the author and poetry.
There are different opinions about the author's character.
But poetry, needless to say, is almost always well received.
Zeng Yu walked back to the podium and sat down, taking a sip of tea: "Dear students, today we are not going to write a contemporary essay. The question I leave for you is to write a poem that resonates with the mood. Tonight's fireworks show, I want to You guys show off your talent to Jinke."
"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
Liang Yuan, Chen Fang and other scholars stood up and bowed again.
Yu Tiance could only follow the crowd and go through the tedious steps. It seemed that a scholar did not have to kneel down to the magistrate, but it was quite uncomfortable to bow to him all the time!
Stop saying anything and become a county magistrate as soon as possible. The best way is to not kneel to anyone!
Zeng Yu walked off the podium, came to Yu Tiance's side, and patted his shoulder: "Tiance, you don't have to write poems. Although you have become my disciple, you still have to go to the fireworks festival."
"Understood, sir!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zeng Yu finished speaking, all the scholars turned to look at Yu Tiance.
That look was mocking and teasing.
After leaving the county study room, Liang Yuan's face changed instantly, and his previous humility and respect suddenly disappeared: "Boy, I didn't see it! I haven't even participated in the literary meeting, and I can become your disciple."
Yu Tiance didn't bother to prove anything.
Bullying newcomers has been around since ancient times.
If it had been done before, Yu Tiance would have definitely embarrassed Liang Yuan, either caused a fight or made a fuss.
But it was different now. After seeing the college examination results, he suddenly changed his mind.
Sima Yi said: "With generosity, great things can happen."
Lu Yuan also enlightened him when he was fished out of Chang'an County Prison. It was meaningless to take the initiative to prove something to others. Anyone who ridiculed him was just passing by.
With fame, others will naturally look up to you, including father-in-law Shen Kang.
Yu Tiance sneered, pretended not to hear, turned around and walked towards home.
This cold smile made Liang Yuan even more angry. The newcomer ignored him.
The next second, Liang Yuan shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'll let you see tonight, how big the gap is between you!"
snort!
Yu Tiance was carrying a bookcase on his back, his steps slightly staggered, and he turned his back to everyone and said, "Then let me see a sentence that is as good as that poem!"
Yufu.
The eighth brother-in-law, Wang Chuan, is teaching Chen Qing how to read.
Shen Jing came up to him, took Yu Tiance's arm and said, "Lang Jun, dad asked the eighth brother-in-law to go to a cultural gathering with you."
oh?
He's going too?
Yu Tiance frowned slightly and looked at Wang Chuan.
"Brother-in-law, didn't you say that the fireworks festival can only be attended by scholars from Jinke?"
"My father-in-law was afraid that you would be embarrassed and bring shame to the Shen family, so he asked me to watch you."
Yu Tiance raised his head and closed his eyes helplessly.
This old fox never looked down upon him from the bottom of his heart!
He is also afraid of losing face to the Shen family, because he is afraid that what he will say to the county magistrate will delay the county magistrate's view of the Shen family, right?
"Tiance, although I can't go in, I can watch from the outside. I heard from Menglu that the question asked by the county magistrate this time is to write a poem. Can you write a poem? Do you need my brother-in-law to write one? You can just use it. ?Don't be embarrassed, with your level, you will definitely not be able to catch the eye of the county magistrate."
Yu Tiance raised his head again and closed his eyes helplessly.
Are you proud of promoting yourself and belittling others?
As a time-traveler, if you pull out a poem at random, who wouldn't slap it all over the floor?
Not to mention writing poetry, even if he doesn't write poetry, he is also the disciple of the county magistrate.
"Eighth brother-in-law, you are a little too worried. I just want to enter the county government. I just want to study there."
Hum!
Wang Chuan smiled jokingly: "Tiance, you are so young! How can it be that easy to enter the county government study? Remember, you have to be low-key! Let's not talk about poetry. I won't be selected this time. There is still a chance during the Dragon Boat Festival.”
…
When the lanterns first come on, the beautiful scenery comes into view.
The streets on both sides of the county school were hung with red lanterns by soldiers, probably because of the college examination.
There were 300 scholars in Chang'an Prefecture, and Xinfeng County alone accounted for 59 of them. Thinking about it, Zeng Yu's face was also shining, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear from morning to night.
There were many people gathered in front of the county school compound.
They are all family members of Jinke scholars, as well as children who failed to pass the college examination, and scholars who are preparing for the county examination.
"Mr. Lang, come on."
"Brother Biao, you must choose him!"
snort!
However, that's it.
In the crowded crowd, an indifferent voice rang out.
"It turns out that you are the good-for-nothing son-in-law that Shen Kang people scolded everyone, Beicheng Roe Deer... No, Beicheng Biaozi?"
