The efficiency of the officials is very high, the official system of the Qi State was in its infancy, and the scarcity of officials often had to hold many kinds of positions in one person, and there was no prevarication from the government in later generations.

After the examination papers were sorted out, the results of the candidates' answers were sent to the palace overnight.

Yang Hao attaches great importance to this examination, after all, it is the most intuitive way to test the results of the education system he formulated.

The palace was full of flames, and Yang Hao did not go to see those arithmetic questions first, but directly checked the candidates' compositions.

There is nothing literary about these essays, and it is very awkward to read throughout.

However, most of the candidates have completed the 25 crosses as required, but it is inevitable that there will be missing and typos, but Yang Hao is still very satisfied with this result.

It's just that it's a bit difficult for him to pick out the best among them, and it makes him feel like he has chosen a tall person from the stalks.

After all, with his level of education, to be honest, what these people write is simply bullshit, just a bunch of words piled up.

In embarrassment, Yang Hao still stubbornly picked out some of the past that was still good, and made some modifications on the basis of the scores of the officials of the ministry, and the others were judged by the officials as the final result.

The first imperial examination, from the scientific examination to the results of the only one day, the next day there were officials of the Ministry of Officials with the final scores of the candidates to the Qi State Academy.

Such an efficient evaluation result, even in the later generations, has never been achieved in the talent selection test, Yang Hao wants efficiency, and will not waste time on meaningless things.

When the officials of the ministry read out the scores of the candidates, there was silence below.

He nervously waited for the moment when his name was read, and the highest among the candidates who had read it before was only about 80 points, which made him a little unoptimistic about his score.

Finally, the official read the name of the recipient.

"Won, eighty-nine!"

This score can be said to be the highest score among all people at present, and it has become the focus of many students for a while.

"Brother! Awesome! Congratulations to my brother! ”

Ren Kang sincerely congratulated.

When he heard his score, he felt a sense of relief, let out a long breath, heard the congratulations, and smiled: "It's just a fluke!" ”

"Brother Hou is humble, you see that he has not surpassed your score now, it seems that this time you should be the first place."

"I hope so, after all, my classmates are also excellent people!"

He smiled.

As the score was finished, the official said: "This time, the examinees, follow the official to the place of sacrifice in a while!" ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, the place of sacrifice was second only to the mysterious existence of the palace in the eyes of the people of Chang'an City.

Whenever there was a sacrificial event in the Qi Kingdom, only Yang Hao and civil and military officials were eligible to enter.

Ordinary people can only respectfully imagine the situation inside the wall, and even some folk rumors say that there are gods living inside, and it is because of this mortal god that can bless the prosperity of Daqi.

For this kind of nonsense, officials can naturally only be used as after-dinner conversation, but in the place of folk sacrifice, it is becoming more and more mysterious.

When the candidates heard that they had the opportunity to enter there, they were immediately excited, and even the previous deviations in their results, some depressed candidates, also left the depression in their hearts behind, and looked forward to the upcoming trip to the place of sacrifice.

In the envy of the rest of the students, more than 30 people lined up and followed the officials and walked excitedly towards the place of sacrifice.

The sacrificial place of Qi State, after several years of construction, is no longer the simple rammed earth altar that it once was, but has formed a large-scale building complex.

There is not only a well-renovated altar here, but also a majestic shrine, and on either side of the shrine there are two smaller buildings.

The candidates had never seen such gorgeous buildings, and compared to these buildings, the dwellings in Chang'an City were not even pigsty.

Inside the fence of Nuoda, the transplanted trees swayed gently with the breeze, and the road paved with green bricks was disturbed clean, probably because someone was coming today, and some water was sprinkled on the green bricks, and there was no dust outside in front of them.

Perhaps the solemnity of this place made the candidates subconsciously nervous, and everyone was cautious, fearing that they would disturb the gods who lived inside.

The candidates did not know which house the lower gods lived in, and some of the excited candidates were eager to immediately kneel down and bow around.

Led by officials, the candidates stopped in front of the smaller building to the right of the Martyrs' Shrine.

And where the official was there, there was another official who he had never seen standing side by side in front of the building.

He glanced at the plaque on the building, and saw that the word Confucian Temple was written on it, but he didn't know the word "temple", and according to the text, he could only guess that this was a place related to words.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the officials who brought them over stepped forward and bowed: "Yin Shangshu, Shaoyan Shangshu, everyone is ready!" ”

When they heard Shaoyan's name, everyone was shocked, they couldn't imagine that in addition to the big guy of the ministry, they could actually see the big guy of the ministry here.

Even if they don't get anything today, this experience is enough for them to brag about it for a lifetime.

Yin nodded, and then said to Shao Yan: "Begin?" ”

"Well, let's get started!"

Shaoyan said lightly, then took a few steps forward, unfolded the bamboo slip in his hand, and said loudly: "The king said: Since the ancient emperor Xuanyuan ordered Cangjie to make words, it has been hundreds of years. The literati is the foundation of the image, the word is like the son of the text, the perfection of the word is now my qi, and the work of Cangjie has not been forgotten.

All the students of our great Qi must not insult the glory of the ancient sages.

And when you are young, you need to make great progress, and you must not be complacent because of some achievements.

Now! With your own talent and perseverance, you can achieve success in the academy and worship the ancestors of the written word to show reverence, which is a virtue.

March 26 of the first year of Hongwu, King of Qi! Poplar! Declare!

”

After Shao Yan read Yang Hao's holy decree, everyone knew that this place was called the Temple of Literature, and knew the origin of the words, and they had great respect for Cangjie in that Xuanyuan era in their hearts.

Everyone followed the officials to bless Yang Hao, and then, with reverence, together with the officials, knelt in front of the Confucian Temple, and bowed reverently to the clay sculpture of Cangjie.

If people who are familiar with Yang Hao look at the statue, they will find that this Cangjie statue is somewhat similar to Yang Hao.