The next morning, Yang Cong got up a little late, and Yu Dayou waited for him for a while, and when they rushed to the county school together, it was already almost an hour.

He had just beckoned Yu Dayou to find a place to sit down, and the entire school suddenly fell silent.

Of course, everyone didn't quiet down because they came, but because Mr. Yan came in.

Mr. Yan still looked around with a bamboo ruler as always, but when he saw Yang Cong yawning, he didn't rush up and beat people, after all, he just received the benefits of others last night, and it would be too inauthentic to turn his face and beat people today.

He just pretended not to see it, and with a cold face, he came to the lectern and sat down in front of him.

He didn't introduce Yu Dayou, nor did he take a book, but took a bamboo ruler and slowly patted it on the palm of his hand, and then said seriously: "If you don't read today, you can write essays, topics, rotten wood can't be carved." ”

As soon as he said this, he was almost mourning all over the field, and he was writing again, it was almost life-threatening, how good it was to read, shaking his head and shaking his head, a day had passed, and he was afraid that his scalp would be rotten on this day.

All the people in front of them were deeply furrowed, and their faces were painful; The next few students were even more mournful, and they almost cried; Even Yu Dayou frowned slightly, but Yang Cong, who had dark circles under his eyes, showed excitement on his face, as if his brain was in water.

Of course, his brain didn't get into the water, he was really excited, and he just wanted to write an eight-strand essay to Mr. Yan to see if he had found a shortcut to the imperial examination, but he didn't expect that Mr. Yan would have a whim today and let everyone write an essay.

Okay, it just saved me a lot of time.

This "rotten wood cannot be carved" he knows without turning the book, from the "Analects. Gongye Long Chapter Five", this is only a small part of one of the sentences, and there is a section after it is "The wall of dung cannot be encircled", probably because Confucius's disciple Zai Yu slept during the day, and Confucius was very disappointed in it, so he criticized it.

Of course, such vulgar words are unlikely to be used as the subject of the examination, and it is unlikely that even the township examination will take this question, but it is not necessarily the case in the hospital examination, who knows what the county prefects and the admiral will think, and it is possible to come up with such a question with a brain pump, so it cannot be said that Mr. Yan is messing with the question.

Yang Cong roughly conceived it, and soon picked up the pen and started writing.

At the beginning, everyone's speed was about the same, and everyone understood the literal meaning and implicit meaning of the title "rotten wood cannot be carved", and it was not difficult to break the question, undertake the topic, start speaking, and enter the question, and this was just a daily essay, not a formal imperial examination, so everyone naturally did not need to think about it.

However, after about half an hour, almost everyone stopped writing and thought hard, the first four paragraphs are easy to write, first make a draft, and wait for a careful retouching.

Everyone can write couplets, and ordinary people may not be able to write a couplet in a quarter of an hour, but the couplets are two sentences, and there are more than two sentences in the dual arrangement of these eight strands, adding up to at least 20 sentences, and each sentence is related to each other, and the same argument is expounded.

This guy, such a long "couplet", is so old.

Mr. Yan saw that everyone stopped writing, and he didn't urge, and he got stuck after writing the first four paragraphs, which is a normal phenomenon.

To his surprise, Yang Cong didn't stop writing, and he was still writing there.

Hey, this Yang Cong, what kind of fame, did this guy happen to do this topic before?

He couldn't help but stand up, walked behind Yang Cong, and looked closely.

This look, I almost didn't give him a crooked mouth, what kind of bullshit this guy wrote, there is no battle, no rhyme, and even it is useless, just scribbling!

The green tendons of his fingers pinching the bamboo ruler are about to collapse out, if it were someone else, or the former Yang Cong, it would be strange if he didn't smoke this girl to death.

It's just that the current Yang Cong ......

It's just that the hands of people are soft。。。。。。

He resisted the urge to beat people, tilted his head, dragged his heavy steps, slowly returned to the podium, and sat down stiffly.

Yang Cong was writing at this time, he didn't know that he was almost beaten, he brushed and wrote for nearly half an hour, and the draft was finally typed, and then he directly scribbled on the draft.

This guy, a good piece of test paper was simply changed by him, not only was it filled with messy symbols, but many words were even directly erased by him, leaving a bunch of big black dots there, which looked miserable.

Mr. Yan wanted to come over here to take a look, and he probably had to faint with anger, but fortunately, he had already read it before, and knew that Yang Cong was scribbling, and he didn't bother to come over to be angry again, so he didn't see Yang Cong's ghost painting at all.

After a while, the poor Xiu in front of him finally started to write, but they wrote very slowly, and they had to think about it for a while to write a short paragraph, and at this time Yang Cong had already revised a set of row comparison and dual sentences, and the speed was not known how many times faster than them.

It was only two hours from noon to noon, and it was impossible for Xiucai to write an eight-strand essay on it, not even a jinshi, but Yang Cong wanted to write it, because he couldn't wait to show it to Mr. Yan.

Time is a bit tight, so he changed it more sloppily, and he didn't care about the relationship in many places, but he just changed it hard, just to read it high-spirited and frustrated, like the tone of a saint.

He did this, and the speed was naturally much faster, and there were still two quarters of an hour before noon, and he had almost changed it, and at this time, the routine student next to him had just begun to write.

He read the whole essay carefully, retouched it a little, and then pulled out a new piece of paper and copied it carefully.

When noon came, Mr. Yan directly slapped the bamboo ruler on the table and said loudly: "Get out of class." ”

This is writing an essay, so naturally you don't have to pack up your books, even the test papers, because you have to continue writing in the afternoon, all the students almost got up when they heard the sound, and hurriedly walked out, Mr. Yan also slowly stood up, turned around and was about to go out.

Several students were about to beckon Yang Cong to go to dinner together, and even Yu Dayou had already gotten up, but Yang Cong suddenly stood up with a test paper and said loudly: "Sir, please stay." ”

fainted, why is this guy so not afraid of death, always looking for Mr. Yan.

All the students shrank their heads in fright and slipped away directly, while Mr. Yan raised his head inexplicably and looked at Yang Cong, his eyes clearly implied a hint of fierceness.

Boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you stuff money, if you are too disobedient, the old man will still beat you up!

Yang Cong didn't know that Mr. Yan was going to beat him, so he came to Mr. Yan with the test paper, handed it over excitedly, and then asked with hope: "Sir, how do you think the student wrote this article?" ”

Mr. Yan is helpless, your guy is writing nonsense there, do you think the old man doesn't know?

He took the test paper with an impatient face, glanced at it hurriedly, and was about to reprimand Yang Cong for a few words, but he couldn't take his eyes off as soon as he glanced at it.

Hey, this format, this tone, there's no problem!

He looked down all the way, the more he looked at it, the bigger his eyes became, and there was no problem with the whole article, there was no problem with the format, tone, and content, and even, the later row of dual sentences had almost reached the level of ordinary talents!

It's impossible!

He looked up in surprise and asked, "You wrote this?" ”

Yang Cong nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, sir, how do you feel?" ”

Mr. Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a suspicious face: "This is what you just wrote?" ”

Yang Cong still nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, sir, is this article better than before?" ”

It's not just progress, it's a rebirth!

Mr. Yan looked at his dark circles and suddenly remembered that this guy seemed to have borrowed a few good articles yesterday.

Can you be reborn after reading an article overnight?

Impossible!