The uncle stood up straight and looked at the characters, and sighed after bowing deeply: "Learning calligraphy has entered the avenue, and the students are beyond their reach." ”

Yuan Xuezheng put the pen on the pen holder, rubbed his right wrist with his left hand, and then shook his head and sighed: "The magic of Dongpo is not as good as life." Distant husband, please be seated. ”

The uncle looked at Yuan Xuezheng's calligraphy, pointed to the font in it, and said: "Xuezheng and Dongpo Jushi fonts have their own styles, and they already have everyone's style. ”

Yuan Xuezheng looked at his calligraphy, looked up at the words "Virtuous Load" on the plaque, frowned and said: "Yuanfu's words are really inappropriate, please take it back." ”

Zhao Ping couldn't help but say: "Dongpo laymen are elegant, free, imaginative, and eclectic. However, when learning is elegant and free, it is dignified and generous, and it has won the golden mean. ”

The uncle was in a hurry, and immediately covered Zhao Ping's mouth, and at the same time saluted Yuan Xuezheng: "Huangkou child, talk nonsense, please forgive your sins." ”

Yuan Xuezheng seemed to have only discovered Zhao Ping at this time, frowned and asked, "Who is the shaft?" ”

The uncle saluted again and said: "The student's foolish nephew Zhao Ping is stubborn, and he still hopes to learn from Haihan." ”

Yuan Xuezheng looked at Zhao Ping carefully and asked, "Those crooked poems outside were written by you?" ”

Zhao Ping had no choice but to reply with a big bow: "The child is clumsy, please forgive the master." ”

Yuan Xuezheng stretched out his hand and scolded: "Bring it." ”

Zhao Ping was inexplicable, and looked up at his uncle: "What did you bring?" ”

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief, and then also scolded: "The one who writes by hand will stretch out whichever hand." ”

Zhao Ping had to stretch out his right hand, and suddenly felt that the palm of his hand was in the sound of "popping", like coals burning in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were full of tears, but Zhao Ping held back tenaciously, did not fall, and did not snort.

The uncle nodded slightly, and then said to Yuan Xuezheng: "The child is clumsy, and I hope Xuezheng is bothering." ”

Yuan Xuezheng held the ring ruler in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, nodded and said: "The shaft is a little smart, but unfortunately it is not used in the right way, and it must be strictly disciplined." Uncle thanked him again.

Led by a priest, Zhao Ping walked through several corridors to the teaching classroom next to Professor Wang Hai's public house, which had about forty desks, about the same size as a primary school classroom, but the lighting was much worse.

I saw that there were already more than 30 people here, all of whom were their own competitors!

However, before he entered the threshold, a strange voice came from Zhao Ping's ears: "Sick Yangzi, I was expelled from Lijiacun Village School, what kind of dream did I have, I actually wanted to study here." “

Zhao Ping looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that one of them already looked a little similar to Wang Ziyi, he was wearing a scarf and a shirt, and he was about thirteen years old, which was the young man who saw his Zhao workshop "crooked poetry" spat yesterday.

Seeing Zhao Ping looking, his nostrils turned to the sky, with a look of contempt, and a folding fan had just been put away.

Now that the weather is in early spring, this person uses a folding fan, and he can't care about the cold spring for the sake of elegance.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but be surprised, yesterday this person spat on his poems, but today he actually attacked his court personally, and couldn't help frowning, who is this person? It seems to have a grudge against himself, and he targets himself everywhere.

Zhao Ping wanted to fight back, but he thought that this was a county school, and it was the first time he came here, so he saluted all the candidates, and then returned to his position.

When the candidates saw that he was so polite to his competitors, they returned the favor and had a great affection for him.

Xuelu is a thin man in his forties with the surname Yu.

Zhao Ping couldn't help frowning when he saw this person, he was also present in Zhao's workshop yesterday, but although he didn't speak, he finally shook his head and left, obviously not agreeing with this coppery behavior.

He coughed, walked up to the front of the podium, glanced below, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone came to study, and this study record is very gratifying. However, the school is limited and can only be admitted on the basis of merit. Changyuan is his hometown, and he gave birth to you and nurtured you, how can he not be grateful. Now this book is titled Changyuan, and poetry is acceptable. Time limit for a pillar of incense. Candidates, please answer the questions. ”

At this time, there were already Zhai Chang and Zhai Yu laying out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the candidates, including Zhao Ping, had immediately sharpened the ink while pondering and answering the questions.

The thirteenth young man who targeted Zhao Ping glanced at Zhao Ping contemptuously while grinding ink, and soon began to put pen to paper.

All the candidates couldn't help but be surprised, it seemed that this candidate did have two hits, and some of them were even pale and even trembling.

Zhao Ping was bent on grinding ink, he didn't see his provocation at all, and completely entered his own world.

Contrary to that candidate, Zhao Ping was the last to hand in the paper.

Yu Xuelu put away the volume, and then came to Professor Wang's public room next door.

In Professor Wang's public room, there are eight masters who are reading the papers.

If the professor is equivalent to the principal, then the academic director is the role of the dean.

These masters shook their heads while reading the papers, and some even threw the papers directly into the trash, angrily scolding: "It's really bullshit." ”

At this time, a master shook his head and read while reading the papers:

"The evil dragon is the sea is the heavenly rule, and the mother is difficult to be filial. An can seek both ways, and his children and grandchildren will offer longevity peaches. ”

Then slapped the table and shouted: "This poem is a good poem, that is, it is written into the Wai'er River, the river of my hometown, and it is even more rare to have a piece of filial piety, good poetry, good poetry." ”

Then he presented the scroll to Professor Wang Hai.

Dressed in a green robe and wearing an official hat, Wang Hai is in his forties, with fair skin, a face like an ancient moon, and a slightly rich figure.

Wang Hai passed the liberation test three times in a row, but every time he was in the provincial test, he was a little bit of luck, and the imperial court gave him a professor who was born as a jinshi and came to Changyuan County according to the usual practice.

However, although Wang Hai's imperial examination is not very lucky, the county school is still running well, and it is still in the first place in Changzhou, and the school has also been renovated, which has been well received by people in Changyuan County.

At this time, he was closing his eyes and meditating, when he heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shot with fine light, and he instructed the secretary beside him: "Present the scroll." ”

The priest nodded and presented the scroll respectfully.

Wang Hai nodded while chanting poetry, and said: "Wang Zihe, only thirteen years old, both benevolence and filial piety, rare, just admit according to the first place." ”

"Wait. There is also a poem here, which I will recite below", a gray-haired master in his early fifties called Strict immediately took the scroll in his hand and recited it word by word:

"The fog lost the top of the mountain, the ancient temple of Songzang, and the small bridge where the green waves are lying. Green bamboos on both sides of the river, a flat boat, throwing ten miles of Qiongyao. The egret is on the horizon. The long causeway spits frost and snow, and the sound shakes the sky. The river flows on the silver beach, the shrimp moves the crab horizontally, and surrounds the shallow reef.

Hanging corner of the cliff of the dangerous building. The view of the city gate arches, and the blue tiles set off the waves. Slow turn waterwheel, book sound school, pick up the steps of the street. Painting walls with high bricks. The yellow cypress orchid inside the wall, and the fragrance outside the wall. Stay until the beginning of the new year, dragon and lion dance on stilts. ”

After he finished reading, he put the scroll on the table, and then looked around and said word by word: "There is a picture in this word, there is a scene in the painting, there is a sound in the scene, there is color in the sound, there is fragrance in the color, there is freehand in the fragrance, and there is a hidden realm in the meaning." Fog, pine, mountain, temple, bridge, water, boat, bamboo, embankment, beach, stream, shrimp, crab, reef, egret, sky, hanging corner tower, city gate, green tile, waterwheel, school, street, green wall, yellow cypress orchid, New Year, dragon and lion dance, etc. And in the old man's opinion, it should be the first. What is rare and commendable is that this person is even younger, only eleven years old, and only ten years old. Of course, this is just the old man's insight, if the old man's words are missing, please correct. ”

After speaking, he bowed his hand slightly, and then sat down on the round stool, just looking at Yuan Xuezheng.

Yuan Xuezheng nodded, and the person stopped talking.

Wang Hai frowned, waved his right hand, and Si Ji picked up the scroll and presented it.

After Wang Hai repeatedly recited the words of "Wanghai Tide and Changyuan", he gently put it on the table and said in a deep voice: "This word is a work of scenery, and it has never been involved in filial piety. Besides, in the Song Dynasty, filial piety governs the country, if the admission is the first, is it appropriate? It's not appropriate. ”

Yuan Xuezheng nodded and said, "These two poems do have their own strengths. In this case, the old man proposed below, and the people present raised their hands to express their attitude. The old man is in favor of "Wanghai Tide. Chang Yuan", please raise your hand if you agree with the old man. ”

After speaking, Yuan Xuezheng took the lead in raising his hand.

Professor Wang Hai is calling for a raise of hand to agree with the poem "Crying River".

Zhao Ping saw that when Wang Zihe recited the poem to the candidates present, he was well received by Zhao Ping, and the candidates surrounded the prince and congratulated, and at the same time shouted loudly to invite guests.

Because according to the convention, the first place is to enter the Tianjia class.

The second place can only enter the ground class A.

After Wang Zihe came to the county school from the village-level school, he took many exams and did not enter the Tianjia class.

In order to improve the quality of students, Changyuan County School has a provision that makes people jump off the cliff, and after Class A is eliminated, they can only start from scratch and cannot be downgraded to Class A.

An examination is required for admission to Class A.

The Dijia class can be downgraded to the Xuanzi class.

The original quality of Changyuan County School has been in the tail end position in the whole Changzhou, and it is Wang Haili's drastic approach that has raised the ranking of Changyuan County School to the upper reaches of the entire Changzhou.

Wang Zihe hurriedly excused himself and said, "The announcement has not been posted yet, how can it be taken seriously." ”

A twelve-year-old boy stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Wang doesn't have to be modest, winning the first place is what everyone expects. ”

All the candidates also coaxed together and said, "Since it is the first, of course you have to treat yourself." ”

The prince looked at Zhao Ping, who was sitting quietly in a corner alone, and sighed and said, "Some people don't want to get the first place in the next place." Look, someone is admiring himself in Gufang, it seems that he has calculated in his heart and has been stable in the first place. ”

Seeing everyone's curious eyes, as well as the prince and the sneering gaze, Zhao Ping thought to himself: "You have been sneering at me, why should I stick a cold face to my ass." ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Ping picked up the boiling water on the desk, took a sip gently, and then politely saluted all the candidates: "I wish all candidates good results." ”

Then there was no more speech.

At this time, Xuelu came out and said to all the candidates: "The results will be announced tomorrow, please look at the list tomorrow." ”

Except for Zhao Ping, the others hugged the prince and went out together, expecting the prince and a treat.

Back in his uncle's courtyard, his uncle's books were casually placed on the table, and the tea bowl seemed to have dried up, and he forgot to let people add it, and people kept walking around the study.

Seeing Zhao Ping coming in, he suddenly came to his senses, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "What is the result?" ”

Zhao Ping put his work "Looking at the Sea Tide. Changyuan" and the prince and the work "Crying River" were read to his uncle.

After his uncle Li Yueqiu chanted repeatedly, he said in a deep voice: "Your words are better in artistic conception, and princes and poems are better in filial piety." Both have their own strengths, and the way of poetry is originally the opinion of the benevolent, and the wisdom of the wise. Although I like some of your words better, it doesn't mean that others like your words too. Moreover, the prince and Professor Wang are both surnamed Wang. ”

Speaking of this, Uncle Li Yueqiu stepped forward and patted Zhao Ping on the shoulder and said, "Actually, there is nothing, even if you can't win the first place, but Ping'er's ground class is safe." ”

Speaking of this, the uncle still sighed.

At this time, my mother had just come in from outside, listened to the conversation between my uncle and nephew, looked at the two and asked, "How big is the difference between the Tianjia class and the Dijia class?" ”

The uncle pondered for a while and said, "How big is the difference?" Yueniang, to tell you the truth, the last place in the Tianjia class is also better than the first place in the earthly class A. ”