What does it mean that you have not won the township examination, that is, you can't participate in the entrance examination yet, and you are a cloth boy with no merit. If you have to compare it according to today's academic qualifications, which are equivalent to the education of a high school student, you can't apply for most civil service positions.

Zhong Yue continued to read, what was the reason that a "high school degree" and a talented man from a scholarly family in Jiangnan became a great calligrapher of a generation? Looking at the information, Zhong Yue gradually discovered the problem.

A person who began to participate in the township examination at the age of twenty-six and took the examination until he was sixty-three years old, Wen Zhengming dedicated the best time of his life to the imperial examination, but the stubborn Wen Zhengming is also a person who loves to drill the horns of the bull, when he was young, he and Tang Bohu and other literati launched a campaign to advocate ancient words and texts, expressing their dissatisfaction with the "Bagu Wen", and in the next few decades, they still insisted on their own opinions when they took the exam, and they were unwilling to make the Bagu Wen, which led to the failure of the list.

As for the initial reason why Wen Zhengming practiced calligraphy, it was also because the township examination examiner thought that his words were ugly, and then he worshiped Li Yingzhen, the Shaoqing of Nanjing Taifu Temple, to learn books.

Seeing this, Zhong Yue understood what he had to do.

For such a person with a frank personality and a pursuit, it is obviously extremely stupid for you to use the traditional imperial examination eight-strand system to cater to him, maybe he does not require you to write well, but you must be like-minded with him.

Then the rest becomes very simple. The decline of the eight dynasties of Wenqi, I think what Wen Zhengming admires is the style of the articles in the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Zhong Yue has a general direction, and he can give up the study of the eight strands.

Chinese culture is not so simple, but it is actually much easier to pass the level of Wen Zhengming. The proposition essay of the ancient imperial examination, in fact, is similar to the current civil servant argument, which is nothing more than talking about his own political views, so a large copy of the ancient article, for such an exam-taking essay, Zhong Yue, a college student who has experienced a hundred battles, is naturally nine out of ten.

For such a big calligrapher who does not compromise in the face of the eight-strand system, the topic of Zhong Yue's article is very simple-to criticize the eight-strand text.

Zhong Yue's high school Chinese teacher once said that what is the standard for writing an excellent essay in the college entrance examination? That is, to cater to the psychology of the grading teacher. In fact, as the only reader of your article, if the topic deviates from your only reader's three views, even if the rhetoric is gorgeous, then what?

Flipping through the historical materials, Zhong Yue began his plan to copy the text.

First of all, the articles before Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty cannot be copied, and the model text of the Baguwen cannot be copied either.

In the library, some people memorized words softly, and some people brushed the question bank, but Zhong Yue was the only one who was writing ancient texts strangely. In the afternoon, Zhong Yue finished organizing the language of the article, read it through himself, and felt that it was quite smooth, but after all, his research on ancient texts was not so profound, so he moved the information aside, took his own crappy ancient text, and prepared to find Luo Suli to polish it.

Hang Jing passed by, looked back at Zhong Yue with some confusion, picked up the book on the table, and flipped through it.

"This man...... Is it from the Department of History?"

……

……

"Teacher Luo, I want to ask you for help with something. "As long as Luo Suli is in school, he usually stays in the calligraphy classroom in addition to classes. It was easy for Zhong Yue to find him, and in this school, there were only a few people looking for Luo Suli.

Luo Suli took off his presbyopia, "Looking for me to do something, Luo someone? There are few people in this school who dare to do this." Say, what are you going to do?"

Zhong Yue handed the ancient text he had written to Luo Suli, "I wrote something and wanted Mr. Luo to polish it." ”

Luo Suli opened the paper and took a look, "What is it written?" This sentence is excerpted from Gu Yanwu's "Daily Knowledge", where do you seem to have seen these sentences, what do you want to do?"

"This, I want to write an ancient essay that criticizes the Bagu Wen, so I ......"

Russell Li slipped the paper into his pocket, "Weird, okay." He didn't ask why, but readily agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo. ”

"No, I hate this kind of hypocritical politeness the most. ”

“……”

Luo someone's logic, Zhong Yue will never be able to keep up with the beat. Zhong Yue chose the previous window position, practiced lacquering for a few hours, and waited for Luo Suli to finish revising his article. A small essay of a few hundred words, for Luo Suli, who has a deep literary background, it is not very difficult to revise it.

After getting the article edited by Russell, the next thing becomes very simple, that is, to memorize it. A big copy of the eternal article, see if you can copy it. Loving literature and taking exams are two different things.

At nearly five o'clock, Zhong Yue came out of the public teaching building, and happened to meet Qin Ming who was in and out of class.

"Brother Li didn't come to class again?"

"Here, after the roll call, he slipped away, and he was allowed to take his girl to eat and drink. Zhang Da swiped his mobile phone and said with a smile, "Eh, Frey Square has opened a new chicken steak restaurant, you see, the post bar in our college town is very popular." ”

"Chicken chop shop, chicken chop can still make flowers?"

Zhang Da clicked on the picture on the Internet, "Look at this banner, and then look at the queue that looked like a long queue at four o'clock just now, it is estimated that there are really two times." ”

"Attitude...... This boss is crazy, the banner is still handwritten, but the words are ugly. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, took his mobile phone and looked at it, I'll go, this is okay?

"This word, it's not ugly, I think it's quite artistic. Zhong Yue brushed the follow-up post below, the boss chicken chop thief is delicious, the handwriting is ugly, damn, do these people have any aesthetic taste!

Zhang Da took back his mobile phone, "Ah Yue, do you have any eyesight, this word is not ugly, is it ugly, it looks like a crab crawling." ”

Zhong Yuexin said, I'll climb your uncle!

"So many people are going to eat, why don't we try it too?"

Gong Chuan stretched his waist and put his hand on Zhong Yue's shoulder, "In the afternoon, Ah Yue brought back a portion of this family's chicken steak, it tastes good, unlike the profiteer next to him, who is so wrapped in flour that he is about to knock Lao Tzu's teeth." ”

Li Kai frowned, "The calories of the chicken steak are too high......"

Qin Ming helped his glasses, "I'll just have a makeshift meal in the cafeteria, and I have to have a group meeting in the evening." ”

"Yes, Minister Ming, you have every opportunity, so we won't bother. ”

"Shhhhh ”

Zhang Da shrugged his shoulders, "Since you are not going, I will make a lot of fun alone, let's go to the cafeteria together to rub it together." ”

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, the chicken steak is too greasy, so it's better to eat in the canteen." He didn't want to go to Frey Square now and be recognized by Uncle Chicken Chop, I don't know why, it's the first time to "make an appointment", it's always a little ashamed......

I hope this chicken steak uncle will forget about him soon......

Zhang Da yawned, "I envy you two, you don't have to take the exam." ”

The most uncomfortable courses in the freshman engineering major are college physics, linear algebra and advanced mathematics, but Zhong Yue and Gong Chuan, one transferred to the Chinese department, and the other transferred to the Chinese, and there were no these three life-threatening courses in the compulsory courses, so it was extremely easy.

Zhang Da was bored scrolling through the post, and suddenly his hand was stunned.

"Eh, third child, is this person you?"

Zhong Yue looked at the photo in Zhang Da's mobile phone, a side photo of a pig hair brush and splashing ink on the book......

"It's not!"

"But ......"

"No, it's not me, I don't!" Zhong Yue said in a tone that he didn't admit it.

“……”

Gong Chuan couldn't hold back a smile, "Brother Yue, don't get excited......"