There is no regret medicine in this world.

Since Qian Dehong has accepted Xu Yan as a student, he is a raw rice cooked into mature rice, so he naturally has to be responsible for Xu Yan to the end.

Otherwise, if it is passed on, his student's level of writing will be worrying, and he will lose his face as a teacher.

So Qian Dehong was ready to open a small stove for Xu Yan, not to mention the distance, first let him pass the county test steadily, and solve this urgent need.

Qian Dehong himself was born as a Jinshi, and his level of writing articles is naturally not bad. In order to let Xu Yan comprehend the essence of Baguwen, he can be said to have worked hard, and personally wrote a few articles to explain to Xu Yan.

How to solve the problem, how to undertake the problem... Qian Dehong will not let go of the slightest place.

To his relief, Xu Yan listened very carefully and occasionally recorded some important points.

Well, the children can be taught.

After teaching an article, Qian Dehong would order Xu Yan to write a similar one. Of course, this is not for the sake of the topic, but to cultivate Xu Yan's feeling of writing articles.

In other words, the eight-strand text pays attention to the divergence of a certain form. Xu Yan is admittedly very thoughtful, but sometimes it is not a good thing to be too thoughtful. What Qian Dehong wants to change now is Xu Yan's stinky problem of writing too divergent articles.

It's just that once the habit is formed, it is not easy to change, and Xu Yan's first few articles still cannot satisfy Qian Dehong. But Qian Dehong didn't plan to give up, in his opinion, it was because Xu Yan hadn't written enough and practiced enough.

Poor Xu Yan is caught in a naval battle, and he is either writing an article or preparing to write an article every day, which is really a little boring.

However, in order to get a good result in the county examination, he will fully cooperate with Qian Dehong's special training.

Of course, considering that writing articles all the time is a bit boring, Qian Dehong also arranged a relaxation session for Xu Yan - practicing calligraphy.

The imperial examination is an article, not calligraphy, so all candidates use regular script.

Xu Yan's regular script is really a little poor, and Qian Dehong also understands that one month is too short to make Xu Yan's characters change drastically. But he at least wants Xu Yan to write an article that looks neat and refreshing at a glance.

This is already the bottom line requirement.

In this way, Xu Yan spends at least seven or eight hours a day writing articles and practicing calligraphy. After removing the time to eat, drink and go to the toilet, there are only three hours left to sleep.

From a rich idle boy to a hard-working scholar preparing for the exam, this change in life status is really a bit big.

But for the sake of the great cause of the imperial examination, Xu Yan could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The path you choose is to finish with tears!

Of course, in addition to the immediate reluctance, life also has poetry and distance.

I can't go to the distance for the time being, but Xu Yan can write poetry.

used the limited rest time to let go of the wind to compose poems, and was elegant and elegant, and by the way, Qian Dehong praised a few words.

Xu Xiaolangjun found that whenever he recited poems and lyrics, his teacher's eyes looked at him with a hint of pride. This is something he would never see when he was writing articles!

He even suspected that if he continued like this, he might be made hysterical.

Hey, no one asked about it for ten years, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

The ancients did not deceive me!

Wake up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs. This is a true portrayal of Xu Yan's daily life.

The intensity of the teacher's special training is really high, and after more than ten days in a row, Xu Yan's body gradually became a little unbearable.

The most terrible thing is that the teacher also restricts his diet, saying that he is afraid that he will eat too much and be sleepy and affect his reading state!

Take a look, take a look, is this like the words of a teacher!

He's just fifteen years old, and he's still growing up. To put it mildly, he's still a child!

If he is hungry, his father and mother should be so sad!

Under Xu Yan's strong protest and demand, Mr. Qian finally compromised and agreed to add a supper to Xu Yan.

At first, Xu Yan thought it was discovered by his teacher's conscience, but he found out that Mr. Qian had to eat supper every night.

A bowl of fragrant wonton noodles, a plate of fried golden and crispy peanuts, and a pot of fine Jinhua rice wine constitute Mr. Qian's supper set.

Although Xu Yan was gluttonous, he could only eat half a bowl of wonton noodles.

Woohoo lament, such a differential treatment, who to reason with.

Every now and then, Mr. Qian would put a peanut in his mouth, chewing it with a taste and saying with a smile: "Good apprentice, being a teacher is also for your good." Only when people maintain their hunger and thirst can they have the desire to fight. When you pass the county exam, you will thank your teacher. ”

Every time he heard this, Xu Yan almost lost his breath.

He can only comfort himself in his heart, everything is for the imperial examination, for the imperial examination!

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There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea.

Day after day, night after night.

It's August 15 in a flash.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he couldn't reunite with his family, Xu Yan's heart was dripping blood.

Fortunately, Qian Dehong "found his conscience" and added two moon cakes to Xu Yan's supper.

Xu Yan hadn't eaten a snack for many days, and when he ate the moon cakes filled with bean paste, he was moved to tears.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Xu Yan couldn't help but groan: "The west of the city is berthed at dusk, and the moon is full when you go to the long bridge." Gradually go up to the smoke and float in the grass, and suddenly fall in front of the high pavilion. ”

Qian Dehong was eating peanuts and rice, and he choked when he heard Xu Yan suddenly chant poetry.

"Ahem!" After pouring several sips of Jinhua rice wine in a row to lower the stuck peanuts down his throat, Old Man Qian glared at Xu Yan angrily.

"I said, good boy, it's not impossible for you to compose poems, can you tell the teacher in advance, so that the teacher can be prepared. Otherwise, who can withstand such a surprise! ”

"Teacher, isn't it good to write poems written by students?"

Xu Yan asked knowingly.

Qian Dehong rolled his eyes and said, "Flim tongue!" You're still writing poems. ”

He paused for a moment, took another sip of rice wine and sighed: "You will go back to Ningbo tomorrow, and I am very pleased to see you study hard and improve your studies in the past month." But you must not relax yourself after returning to Ningbo, and you must practice the article every day according to the requirements of the teacher until the county exam. ”

Seeing his teacher say this, Xu Yan was a little moved.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

After getting along with Mr. Qian day and night in the past month, Xu Yan still learned a lot.

"Teachers can rest assured that students must focus on their careers. You should also pay more attention to your body, and drink less alcohol. ”

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and smiled: "Good boy, you also know that there is no wine and no joy for teachers." The Jinbo wine in Ningbo Mansion is famous, but he has never tasted it as a teacher. When you pass the test in the county, you must bring a few more altars to the teacher to satisfy your hunger when you come to Hangzhou again! ”

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