After coming in, Dr. Su looked around his house, extremely embarrassed, he spoke in a thick Fujian version of the official dialect, "I'm ashamed, I have been an official in the Guozi Prison since I was a Jinshi and the first, first a teaching assistant in the four sects, and now I am a doctor of Taixue, but now I don't want to talk about Zhumen Subi, and I haven't even reached the level of three frames and four houses in ordinary people's homes." There is no room to teach students, and on weekdays, they often have to beg for the power gate, or go to the city to get some fish and shrimp to subsidize the family. There are many diseases in the cheap, and there are many children...... Alas...... "In the end, Dr. Su's ups and downs could only turn into a few bitter sighs.

It turned out that this Dr. Su was also a standard Jinshi at the beginning, and it can be said that it was an "unprecedented" feat in his hometown of Fujian (the land of Fujian had never been a jinshi before him), but it was precisely because of this that there was no place for him in the elite circles of various counties in the capital, and the nobles' perception of Fujian at that time was probably limited to the tribute "wax tea" there, and he was quickly marginalized, and he could neither start in the imperial court and Taiwan Province, nor go to the local government to be a foreign official, can only be stuffed into the national prison that his grandmother doesn't love and his uncle doesn't love to be a teaching assistant in four subjects, and finally married the daughter of a scholar in the same system as his wife, and his full talent was soon beaten to the ground by the wind, frost, rain and snow.

At this time, Gao Yue, who was sitting cross-legged with him, saw a pile of hay next to the doctor's feet, and a few "ponies" made of hay, and couldn't help but have a sour nose: The doctor went to fish and plant vegetables during the day, and he had to weave these gadgets to sell at night to make some household money.

"What do you have to do, but it doesn't matter, do you want me to give you a re-signature next year? No problem, this little thing can still be done. Dr. Suyan was also a little ashamed, and pushed the straw pony out with his hands, and several of his children immediately cheered and came to play.

"I don't want to resign for the time being, but I came to borrow some advice from the industry manager to prepare for the needs of the spring." Gao Yue directly explained his intentions.

Dr. Su was immediately a little surprised, he stared at Gao Yue, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't expect that this Gao Yue, who had no intention of studying before and only knew how to play in Pingkangli, suddenly seemed to be a different person, and actually made such a request.

Then Gao Yue bowed to the ground according to the requirements of etiquette, "Please ask the chief to agree." ”

Su Yan hurriedly helped Gao Yue up, "Lang Jun, please get up, Lang Jun please get up." ”

Then the doctor's wife reminded in a small voice behind the curtain, "What is the use of those things you wrote earlier, husband?" It's better to give it to Gao Langjun, maybe it can help Gao Langjun in high school and the first, and soar. ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Dr. Su got up and took out a few volumes of his own articles from the bookcase, "Yisong, I have also written some things over the years, most of them are one-dimensional views on the gains and losses of political affairs, if you don't dislike it, accept it, no one cares about it anyway, if you are willing to read it, we are half confidants." ”

Gao Yue respectfully took Dr. Su's manuscript and put it in his bookbag, and then bowed down again, "Xie Yechang!" ”

"Hey, if you can rank first with Wei Cigong, Liu Demu, etc., Guozijian's reputation can also recover quickly. It's also to blame us for not being angry, and we can't help you more! Su Yan helped Gao Yue up, full of guilt.

Bidding farewell to the doctor, Gao Yue, who returned to the C-shaped room of the Taixue Pavilion, borrowed a piece of ink from Yang Xi of Bohai next door, and borrowed the bean-sized light in his room to unfold the scrolls given by Wei Cigong and Su Yan in turn, and painstakingly copied and memorized them.

One is to practice ancient characters, after all, he is used to writing simplified characters, and now since he is in the Tang Dynasty, he can't be satisfied with the previous "can read and not write", Gao Yue pasted a scroll all over the four walls, writing and memorizing, while memorizing and understanding, and when he encountered the words that were not on the Nine Classics and Dr. Su's manuscript, he asked Yang Xi next door for advice - Yang Xi copied so many Buddhist scriptures, and it was already like this living dictionary;

The second is to practice calligraphy, Gao Yue had practiced calligraphy in Xijing University before, but it was only at an amateur level, but after he saw the beautiful fonts of Wei Cigong and Su Yan, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, and he understood in his heart that "calligraphy is the façade" in ancient times, so he also kept copying it, "There are still five days, and I have to make my calligraphy on the table." ”

For three days, for three whole days, Gao Yue was doing this in the bucket room, in addition to going downstairs to have a meal in the morning and evening, what he did even surprised Liu De's room.

The walls are densely covered with Gao Yue's handwriting—he first wrote key passages from the scriptures in simplified Chinese and then transcribed them in ancient Chinese characters. If there is no ink, he will borrow it from Yang Xi, anyway, Yang Xi has no shortage of this thing, so he will throw down the money when he borrows it, and three days later, Yang Xi's bookcase is full of copper coins, and Gao Yue's bookcase is a mess of ink.

The sunlight flowed in the room, constantly carrying Gao Yue written on his back, his beard unconsciously drilled out, his hair became longer, and finally in the cold wind at the turn of winter and spring, he fell on the mat in sweat, panting and looking at the roof beams, surrounded by messy papers, his thoughts fluctuated.

Outside, the twilight drums sounded, urging the sun to set in the west.

There is only one day left until the official exam!

The harvest of these three days of hard work is that he only memorized the bits and pieces of the Nine Classics, after all, there are only three days, the ancients believed that the daily recitation of 300 words is the material of the Chinese, and the Nine Classics alone is the "Spring and Autumn Zuo Biography" that has more than 190,000 words, and the "Book of Changes" is more than 24,000 words, which together is no less than hundreds of thousands of words, that is, it takes four to five years for the Chinese to recite the Nine Classics. Gao Yue was in just three days, to finish the recitation is completely wishful thinking, but he has gone through a complete Celestial Empire (kindergarten can read for one year, primary school for six years, middle school for six years, university for four years, research monks for three years) 20 years of education, although he did not learn the Nine Classics, but the development of reading comprehension ability is not bad, has long surpassed the ancient "Chinese people's talent", so he can recite about 1,000 to 1,500 words every day, plus what he has learned before, he has mastered about 10,000 or 20,000 words, but it is only the tip of the iceberg.

What is gratifying is that Wei Cigong left him a copy of the "Great Sutra Bracket", which is amazing, he connected all the key sentences of the two Great Sutras, and it was very convenient to memorize, and there was almost no need to turn the original text.

Now Gao Yue finally understands why it is difficult for the Tang Dynasty imperial examination to be successful: it is difficult for a large number of people to die just by pasting the scriptures and writing them silently, and hundreds of thousands of words of scriptures are not to be memorized, which is to copy (there was no printing press at that time) or the cost of purchasing is extremely expensive, which ordinary people can afford?

Another harvest is Dr. Su's manuscripts, which include various aspects such as tables, strates, miscellaneous records, notes, songs, etc., some of which are the lines and scrolls written by Dr. Su when he came to Beijing in the past, and some of which are the works accumulated after he took office as the Guozijian.

Then Gao Yue did not take a bath or change his clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.

After the red sun rose the next day, Gao Yue walked downstairs, and he could smell the sour smell coming from his clothes, so that when he sat down at the dining table and ate with the other students, several people sniffed their noses and asked, "Aren't you going to eat salted fish again today (1)?" ”