In the county school for a few days, students often come to see the legendary girl. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, Mei Xueyan was a little embarrassed, especially those masters, who spurred their students with Mei Xueyan as an example, many schoolchildren were outside the window, or when they got out of school, they would come to "pay respects", and even some bold children came to ask for teaching, and Mei Xueyan was kind enough to answer.

The schoolchildren are all carefree children, and Mei Xueyan should be coaxing the children.

"Mei's case!"

In front of her, a dark-skinned teenager blocked her way, arched his hands, stood straight, and looked respectful, but his robe was too big and looked a little funny.

"Under Zhao Kun, the case of Nag Mei is the first."

Zhao Kun seemed a little embarrassed, and his eyes didn't dare to look at her.

"I know you, you are the grandson of Uncle Zhao of Zaozhuang."

Zhao Kun hesitated and said: "Yes, yes, my grandfather has always been proud of knowing the head of the Mei case, and went back and beat me a few soles, saying that I am not angry, let me learn from the head of the Mei case." Well...... Uh, also, grandpa said let me beg for a pair of ink treasures to go back, or you will beat my ass, Mei, I ...... Grandpa said, if you are busy, you must not delay too much time. ”

Looking at Zhao Kun's dark and red face, and his black eyes were very aura, Mei Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

"I wrote poorly, and I only insulted the word Mobao, what is Uncle Zhao coming for?"

"It's not because of Zhao Jian's little bastard next door!"

Zhao Kun said indignantly, subconsciously said that he had leaked his mouth, thinking that the master had taught him, and that a scholar must not scold people like a scoundrel in the market, Zhao Kun's face turned red again, and he hurriedly apologized.

"Hmm...... It's Zhao Jian, he picked up the paper you practiced before and took it home, his old man was so happy, not only posted it on the wall, but also invited my grandfather to watch it together, proud, my grandfather was angry, and he ...... Just let me ask for a word with a shy face. ”

Mei Xueyan didn't expect that her shallow talent had spread, and even the villagers knew that they were illiterate, but they all recognized people, but they all admired those who were famous.

I didn't want to take the words out to show ugliness, but it can be seen that Zhao Kun's eyes are looking forward to it, Mei Xueyan can't bear to let him go back and be beaten, not to mention that writing a few words can't delay time.

"Okay, I'll go get a pen and paper, but you can't learn from Zhao Jian, show my words to others, that's a shame."

"No, no, grandpa said that wealth is not exposed, so we are not as showy as Zhao Jian. I've got all the pen and paper, so let's write it here! ”

I saw Zhao Kun take out a bunch of things from his pocket, spread them on the stone table, and fart-filled in the well next to him to clean water and grind ink. Mei Xueyan was stunned, this slippery thing was hidden in her clothes bag, and there was ink everywhere.

"If you get your clothes dirty, aren't you afraid that your grandfather will hit you on the board?"

Mei Xueyan asked with a smile, Zhao Kun straightened his chest, not ashamed but proud.

"The master has said that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all aura, and they have to be popular, so that the writing is not jerky, grandpa knows it, and praises me for my hard work."

Mei Xueyan laughed and laughed, she also underestimated Jingguo's literary style, it turned out to be so prosperous. After thinking for a few breaths, Mei Xueyan began to dip her pen into ink.

"These two sentences are the teachings of the sages to the descendants, I like them very much, so I will give them to you and Zhao Jian."

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement; The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue.

From Confucius's "Elephant Biography" written for "Zhou Yi", in memory, it is the motto of Tsinghua University, and Mei Xueyan is a little embarrassed.

After the ink dried, Zhao Kun carefully put it away and hid it close to his body.

"Thank you Mei for the case, I can make a deal now......"

Zhao Kun returned to those schoolchildren with his head held high, and the other schoolchildren cast envious eyes, Zhao Kun reminded himself in his heart that the head of the Mei case had already said that he should be low-key, well, low-key, but the grinning smile betrayed him.

"Ahem......"

The master who taught the schoolchildren came over and said solemnly: "It is understandable that you respect Mei as the head of the case, she is your role model, and in the future, you must also work hard and be ambitious, and be admitted to the children's school as soon as possible to bring glory to your family." However, Mei Case is first and foremost to do your own learning, and you must not disturb others anymore! ”

"Yes."

The schoolchildren who were originally eager to try could only agree obediently, but Zhao Kun was even happier, scarce things are expensive, and he was the only one among the schoolchildren who had the first Mobao of Mei's case.

Mei Xueyan naturally didn't know, she teased the children at will, inspired them with a few words, and was very lame in calligraphy, but she saved the lives of Zhao Kun's family in the future.

After returning home, Mei Xueyan did not go elsewhere, but stayed in Xiangzhuyuan to read and learn calligraphy.

Madame has already approved Mei Xueyan not to go to her courtyard every day to say goodbye, and she doesn't have to go to make do with dinner, so as not to be uncomfortable face to face with the Shen family.

The more grace prevails, the more jealous and hateful the Shen family becomes, Mei Xueyan smiles whenever she meets people, gentle and polite, not only the wife and Lin Erlang approve, but also the mother-in-law of the subordinates are full of praise, how can the Shen family, the housekeeper, not know? The words about her behind her back more or less reached her ears.

"The county test for Xiucai's literary position has one more volume of Jingyi than the township test, and the quality of Jingyi determines the rating."

The township examination is only the foundation, the examination is literature, history and poetry, and the county examination has only begun to show talent and learning, adding a scripture and meaning.

The so-called scriptures are similar to the Bagu Wen, which takes a paragraph or chapter in the classic book as the title and makes an article with your own understanding. To put it simply, it's an argumentative essay.

What Mei Xueyan held in her hand was the lecture case of the scriptures, a thick stack, she originally thought that it would take a year and a half to learn these, but when she looked at it, she found that the content of the lecture notes was similar, nothing more than a question, and then taught how to solve the problem, the idea, the beginning and the end, etc.

In high school composition class, it's all routines.

The reason why I want such thick handouts is because the teachers' lectures are very messy, there is no unity, oral transmission, whether they learn or not is the students' own business, if they don't learn, then they will go to school for a few more years, if they can't get into Xiucai in four years, they just go home and farm.

summed up the rules, Mei Xueyan can respond to all changes, unless it is an exam question she has never heard of at all, so she put aside the lecture notes and concentrates on practicing her own words.

"Lady, drink tea, the night breeze is cool, you have to rest early."

Mei Xueyan took the hot tea brought by Mrs. Chen, and while holding her hands to warm her hands, she drank it to warm her stomach, and refreshed her mind.

In a few days, Mei Xueyan wrote a large stack of papers.

"No wonder it is said that reading is only done by rich people, you see, how much paper does it cost to practice calligraphy? How can the average person afford this expense? ”

Mrs. Chen smiled: "I don't understand, what is written here?" ”

"A little folk tale, I am thinking, I can practice calligraphy, and I can write novels, I will see another day, can I sell it, exchange it for silver flowers."

Mei Xueyan looked at her handwriting, beautiful lines, she didn't write so much paper in vain, she was getting more and more substantial, she barely touched the edge of calligraphy, she was very satisfied with her progress.

is written in "A Chinese Ghost Story", the love story of scholar Ning Caichen and the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian, the story of Pu Songling in the original book is very simple, only a thousand words, Mei Xueyan wants to sell it for money, so the plot of the film and television works is added on the basis.

Leslie Cheung and Wang Zuxian's movies are the version that best suits her mind, so when she depicts the details, she uses the two of them as a blueprint, whether it is the handsome and simple Ning Caichen, or the charming and innocent Nie Xiaoqian, under her polish, it jumps on the page.

The key is that when portraying Yan Chixia, a swordsman, she thought of Feng Qiumo, the same not to be polluted with the world, the same heroic and upright, and the same unyielding, so she simply replaced it with Feng Qiumo's name.

Unconsciously, Mei Xueyan was also immersed in it, after all, these were all her memories, and she had no personal experience, so when she looked back, she was hooked by Nie Xiaoqian's story, and finally wrote that Nie Xiaoqian was reincarnated as a human, Ning Caichen looked at the ashes altar under the sun, and was stunned.

The last stroke is finished.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year, and the shadow line is single and protects each other, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals."

Mei Xueyan wiped the tears from her eyes, sighed faintly, and walked out of this beautiful love.

I actually wrote a night in front of the desk, opened the window lattice, and there was a trace of fish belly white outside, and after a while, Mrs. Chen was going to get up and do things.

"I don't know if it's this bowl of tea to refresh you, or if the story is too charming."

Mei Xueyan stretched her waist, only squinted on the bed for a while, and was about to go to the school, to be honest, she couldn't even open her eyes now, her head was dizzy, as long as she could find some places to land, she would definitely be able to sleep.

"Yo, lady, are you alright? So pale and sick? What's uncomfortable? ”

Mrs. Chen came over and asked for warmth, and probed her forehead with her hand.

"It's okay, I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Mei Xueyan scribbled, lest she worry, and fled to the school.

I didn't sleep all night, in the lecture taught by Master Zhou, she also went in and out of her left ear, she only felt like a monk chanting, the more she read, the more sleepy she became, yawning for days, she tried her best to stay short, covering her mouth with her hands, and she was also seen by someone with a heart.

"Case Chief Mei, you are really an example for me, you must have worked too hard and slept late, right?"

Shen Ziwen said teasingly, he didn't believe that Mei Xueyan studied hard, after all, the scriptures and meanings are not rote memorization, and they can only be understood by the master's teachings.

Mei Xueyan didn't like to take care of him, and said lazily: "Yes." ”

"Then Mei's head has to pay attention to his body, as the saying goes, work and rest are combined, how bad it is to be healthy, just now Master Zhou has already looked at you a lot, don't be caught by him."

Mei Xueyan cheered up, but Master Zhou repeated those few words, like hypnosis, Mei Xueyan was not careful, fell asleep on the desk, and her saliva was wet on her sleeves.

She was frightened to wake up by a scolding, and saw Master Zhou standing in front of her, holding a ring ruler in his hand, glaring at herself like an angry King Kong, if she shaved her head, she could be placed in the temple as a Buddha statue.

"Mei Xueyan!"