CHAPTER XIX
Pick up the pen, write hundreds of words of the current text, the eight-strand text requirements are very strict, the requirements are within a few hundred words, the meaning of the theme must be clearly stated, and the scriptures must be cited.
The difficulty is not ordinarily small, but it is not the writing of later generations, and it is easy to write a thousand-word essay.
Concise
The more concise the language, the more it can reflect the true meaning.
At this time, the test is the candidate's flexibility and accumulation.
Here's why a good teacher plays a decisive role at some point.
Gently blowing the ink on the rice paper, and after the ink dried, Zhao Chan began to examine it carefully.
Careless?
It doesn't exist, no matter how proud Zhao Chan is, he won't put pride on this idea.
Just like the college entrance examination, anyone will be prepared for battle, not carelessly.
Until the last moment, we should not let up.
The first test is the eight-strand text, which is also the largest proportion of the county test in the children's examination, and it can be said that the others are used as foils, such as poetry and songs, and the theory of policy are just small green leaves of the current text.
"Master, what do you think of Zhao Chan?"
Li Feng, the county commander who was patrolling the examination room, stopped and stopped, and when his eyes fell on Zhao Chan, he asked the master beside him with a little interest.
"Back to my lord, Zhao Chan is different from previous years."
Know what it likes, so you can do what it likes.
Zhao Chan is young and has an extraordinary aura, which is already a world of difference compared to previous years.
The master's answer was also in line with the appetite of the county commander Li Feng, and Li Feng, who was deeply convinced, stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.
This year's children's test is a bit slow, and it is also a little anxious, not only in Liyang, but also in other prefectures.
Who let the Son of Heaven die this year is not the right time, just stuck on the point, Emperor Zhengde died, the world is vegetarian, who is still in the mood to engage in children's tests, and now, the new Son of Heaven succeeds to the throne, and has to catch up, so he has to speed up the progress so as to make a new batch of talents.
The so-called new emperor's succession to the throne is celebrated all over the world, not only Liyang has this idea, but also other states and counties.
The scholars who were scanned by Li Feng were all shocked, and they all thought that the county order Li Feng was valuing himself, and his heart, which was still a little depressed, instantly became energetic, and he was puzzled by his own problem, and it was no longer a problem.
His thoughts were exhausted, and in an instant, he picked up his pen and wrote it.
The sprinkling of 100 words is the most remarkable article they have ever written.
As for Zhao Chan, he is indulged in his own world, and the attention of the county commander Li Feng has not attracted his attention, or in their opinion, even if it is the attention of the county commander Li Feng, if you want people to pay attention to it, if you don't show the slightest ability, wouldn't it be a joke.
Let people value, but also show the ability to make people value.
The young Yingjie has the ability, if he has no ability, the young Yingcai is just a milky child in the end.
"Alright."
Zhao Chan gently bowed his head and carefully checked it dozens of times, whether it was from the font or from the content, it was impeccable, and Zhao Chan put it down satisfied.
After reading the book a hundred times, I have seen the meaning of it, and today is finally the time to reflect my achievements.
"It's time, stop writing!"
It didn't take long for Zhao Chan to put down the test paper in his hand as a gong sounded, and then in the examination room, some scholars cried and shouted, holding their test papers and pens tightly, not daring to let the official take them directly.
"Lost out."
This scene will be staged every year, and over time, these officials have become accustomed to it.
From the beginning of the unbearable, to the last hard-hearted.
After a lot of experience, I get used to it.
Some of the old scholars who are old and poor are snot and tears, hoping that the county commander Li Feng can give them a little time.
But an hour and a half, which is equal to three hours in the Hereafter, cannot be written, and no one thinks that if you are given another quarter of an hour, you will be able to write anything.
With his hands behind his back, he directly ignored those who interceded.
The seemingly fair imperial examination is actually so unfair.
He, Li Feng, was also a person who suffered like this back then, but now he has denied Ji Tailai, unlike these people, he is already a human being.
The carp jumps over the dragon gate, and when it jumps past, it is a dragon that soars for nine days, but it can only be a salted fish.
Commiseration?
Inexistent.
If it is said that the battlefield is a field of life and death, then the imperial examination field is a field of life and death where you can see no blood, and it is even more terrifying than the Shura field where you see blood.
On the battlefield, maybe you dare to work hard, and it is not impossible to go home with a fame, but in the imperial examination, you have no talent, no relationship, and no nobles to help, even if you fight for this life, what can you do?
Looking at these old scholars who are wailing and pleading, there are a few people who have not risked their lives.
This scene is like a tragedy in the world, and Zhao Chan doesn't pay attention to it.
When I first saw it, I couldn't bear it, but when I saw it too much and got used to it, my heart was like a stone.
It's not that people are ruthless like plants and trees, just because of the word numbness.
After waiting for the examiner to pack up the exam papers one by one, Zhao Chan took out the baked cakes in the basket, lit a fire, boiled a little water, and ate them directly.
He eats very simply, and he is also very full.
Some people who are blessed with tongues are to cut a few slices of bacon and cook it with rice, and for a while there are all kinds of fragrances wafting in the examination room.
Some people eat a lot of food, and some people are staring at the saliva of those who eat a big meal.
There is a cloud of etiquette: self-cultivation and self-cultivation govern the country and level the world
The first two are the most important, and this time it reflects how well a person cultivates his character.
Following Zhang Zhang's side for several months, Zhao Chan has some experience in cultivating his temperament, and these foreign objects cannot affect him in the slightest.
After eating, Zhao Chan slept on the straw mat laid on the ground, covered his stomach with a thin cup, and fell asleep directly.
Only when you are mentally healthy can you have the strength to face the next exam.
The first session is the examination of the time, and the second is the poetry and song.
If the first test is about the insight skills of the Bagu Wen, then the second test is completely a test of the scholar's talent and talent.
If it was changed to the Tang and Song dynasties, maybe a good poem and good words could be written, and it would be able to gain a firm foothold in the literary world, and it would be able to glorify the ancestors and pass on the name of the ancestors through the ages, but this is the Ming Dynasty, and those things are all false and fake.
Keeping in mind Zhang Xuan's lesson, Zhao Chan only needs to be decent in the next exam.
Famous?
He doesn't need it now.
People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong!
If a young man is famous and has no family background to carry around, then there is only one way to die, such as Tang Yin, a talented man in Jiangnan in Hongzhi time, is not the best example.
ps: The state is slowly recovering, and it can only be said that there is no rush.
Ay...
If something is contaminated, it's really bad.