On the third day, Chen Fei still followed Chen Daomai to the ground.

Zheng An knew that it was the busy farming season, so before leaving yesterday, he allowed Chen Fei to go to the county government to report after this time.

It can be said that Zheng An takes good care of Chen Fei, who has this treatment if he is someone else?

Chen Fei just didn't want to go to school in the county government very much, it was good to stay at home and do whatever he wanted, and now his father would not let him do farm work, he just needed to sit on the edge of the field in a daze.

Occasionally, when Daddy is tired, hand over a towel, a scoop of water, and show a flattering smile to Daddy in exchange for Daddy's praise.

Tsk, this day...... It's a great pleasure in the countryside.

Looking at the field, whose child is like Chen Fei?

"Dad, why don't I make some groceries? It's a bit of a waste of time to do nothing. ”

Chen Fei still has a little sense of shame, seeing his father tired and tired in the field, but he is basking in the sun on the edge of the field like no one, his conscience is a little unbearable.

Chen Daomai thought that he couldn't be busy with the work on the ground alone, so he nodded and agreed, but he only let Chen Fei do some chores like weeding, and he would never let him do it.

At lunchtime, two people came to the Chen family's field, one Chen Fei knew, it was the village chief Yang of Yongle Village, and the other was about the same age as him, but he was dressed very delicately and carried a book basket.

"Rice and wheat! Chen Daomai! ”

Far away, Old Man Yang began to call Chen Daomai's name.

"Hey!" Chen Daomai put down the farm tools in his hand and pulled Chen Fei to the edge of the ridge.

"Village Chief Yang, why are you here? If there's something to make people shout at me, I can't do it. ”

Chen Fei also followed his father and arched his hand towards Village Chief Yang.

As soon as Village Chief Yang came, he looked Chen Fei up and down, and said with a smile: "Chen Daomai, is your baby's matter true?" Can you still write poetry without going to school? ”

What Village Chief Yang said just hit Chen Daomai's high point, and while smiling proudly, he waved his hand again and again: "Where is it?" My baby is playing casually, and it can't be compared to your family's integrity. ”

The young man next to Village Chief Yang is called Yang Qingzheng, and he is the eldest grandson of Village Chief Yang.

Yang Qingzheng...... Tut, just listening to the name, you can know how much the family expects him, this is hoping that he will be a good official who is honest and honest.

When Chen Fei looked at Yang Qingzheng, Yang Qingzheng was also looking at Chen Fei.

I don't know why, Chen Fei was a little uncomfortable looking at Yang Qingzheng, there was no reason, this was Chen Fei's sixth sense.

"Hello, my name is Yang Qingzheng, honest and honest." Yang Qingzheng took the initiative to stretch out his hand towards Chen Fei.

Chen Fei wiped his hand on his clothes, shook hands with Yang Qingzheng, and briefly introduced, "My name is Chen Fei, Feifei Fei." ”

Yang Qingzheng unconsciously frowned when he shook hands with Chen Fei, and gently wiped the corners of his clothes when his hand was released and retracted.

Only Chen Fei noticed this small action, and he seemed to understand why he felt a little strange when he saw Yang Qingzheng.

Yang Qingzheng was a little arrogant from the beginning, and Chen Fei's gaze seemed to have a hint of contempt and contempt.

In fact, Yang Qingzheng really looked down on Chen Fei a little.

He went to the county school since he was a child, and now he has been studying for eight years, and he just finished taking the township examination this year, and he passed the township examination, and he can go to the capital to take the exam after a while.

As for Chen Fei in front of him? Out of which corner?

Although Yang Qingzheng and Chen Fei are in the same village, the two have not intersected since childhood.

In layman's terms, he just "doesn't listen to things outside the window with both ears, and only reads sage books", so the two don't know each other when they are so old.

"Qingzheng, you have to get to know Chen Fei well, and have a relationship everywhere, maybe, the two of them will have the opportunity to be officials in the same dynasty in the future, everyone is a township, we want to be harmonious and help each other."

Village Chief Yang stroked his gray beard and smiled happily.

He had read books, but he didn't read much, at most he knew a few words and memorized a few couplets.

But his grandson is angry! After the township examination, he was about to enter Beijing to catch the exam, and I heard that the county had a very high evaluation of his grandson, and he felt that he was very likely to gain fame in the examination.

Early this morning, he heard about Chen Fei's deeds, obviously not believing that the Chen family had this ability, and brought his grandson here today for two purposes.

First, it is to test Chen Fei, and secondly, if Chen Fei really has that ability, he must let his grandson make friends with him.

In ancient times, this relationship was still very important, which was helpful for future careers.

Yang Qingzheng listened to his grandfather's words, and secretly pursed his lips, a little unimpressed.

Being an official in the same dynasty? Do you think it's that easy to be an official? Can you become an official just by writing a poem? This is too much to underestimate the difficulty of the imperial examination.

Yang Qingzheng has participated in the township examination, and has a general understanding of the difficulty of the examination, in his opinion, it is nothing to be able to compose poetry, and it is really literate to read through the Nine Classics and history books.

What Yang Qingzheng's attitude is, Chen Fei doesn't care, the two have nothing to do with each other, and this way of forcibly knowing each other is really a bit embarrassing.

Chen Fei is a modern person, and he is obviously not on the same channel as the thinking of the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Daomai was happy, he felt that Chen Fei should be friends with a cultured person like Yang Qingzheng, patted Chen Fei's shoulder hard, and said with a smile, "Okay, good!" Coward, you have to have a lot of contact with Qingzheng when you have time, he is a decent cultural person. ”

"Got it." Chen Fei co-authored with weakness.

Suddenly, Yang Qingzheng spoke: "Chen Fei, I heard that you wrote a poem in front of Lord Zheng yesterday, can you write it down for me to see?" ”

Yang Qingzheng didn't believe that Chen Fei could write without studying, so he deliberately came to test whether he was really as rumored to be.

Chen Fei knew what Yang Qingzheng meant, but he didn't say anything, and found a woodpipe to depict "Compassion for Nong" written yesterday on the ground.

Village Chief Yang's eyes lit up when he stared at the poem on the ground, and he silently read it twice and praised: "What a poem!" The poem... Tsk, I haven't seen such a poem, it looks simple and catchy, but the compassion in it makes people want to cry, what a song "Compassion for Nong"! ”

At the end, Village Chief Yang praised: "It's a good hand to fly white, the old man has written for decades and is not as good as your little doll, which is really ashamed of the old man." ”

Chen Fei hurriedly gave up his hand, not daring to say anything.

Yang Qingzheng saw the four rows of flowing white bodies on the ground, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

He has been reading books for eight years, and he is called a genius by the school teacher, but he can't write such good words or write such good poems.

Eight years of hard study, is it not as good as a farmer's self-taught talent?

Yang Qingzheng felt very uncomfortable.

"Chen Fei, I'll test you with a question, I don't know if I can answer?"

As soon as Chen Fei looked up, he saw a trace of unhappiness flashing in Yang Qingzheng's eyes, and knew in his heart that this guy was probably jealous of his talent.

"Come on, but I haven't studied, so don't take my too difficult questions." Chen Fei blinked.

Anyway, he hasn't read a book, so there's no shame in not being able to answer.

Yang Qingzheng lowered his head and thought for a while, thinking that he had just passed the township test, and suddenly inspiration came to his heart. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's talk about the imperial examination system of this dynasty, you can play as you like." ”

After finishing speaking, the corners of Yang Qingzheng's mouth turned coldly, waiting to see Chen Fei make a fool of himself.

Imperial examination system? You, a person who hasn't read a book, probably don't know anything about the imperial examination, right?

Chen Fei is a peasant, and he can make poems like "Compassion for Nong" within the scope of understanding, but the imperial examination... Hehe, you won't understand if you haven't experienced it.

Chen Fei was indeed stunned, but he thought it was: the imperial examination system? What's there to say about this? Lao Tzu participated in the million-level college entrance examination in his previous life, and tens of thousands of people competed for a position in the civil service examination, what strange things have not been encountered?

Imperial examination? It doesn't seem like enough to see......

Suddenly, Chen Fei smiled, because he really remembered a poem about the imperial examination system.

Chen Fei squatted down and wrote four lines of poetry on the ground.

Asahi Tian Shelang,

Twilight to the Temple of the Son of Heaven.

There will be no seed,

Men should be self-reliant.