"Hmm! In more than ten days, the county exam is going to be taken, because of these disturbances, but it is delaying the preparation of the virtuous nephew, virtuous nephew, it's better to be like this, while there is nothing to do now, let's practice how about writing in the current language? Cheng Zhixian said with a smile.

This is to personally practice your own eight-strand text.

Cheng Zhixian is a jinshi, and his exam ranking is not low, so he has naturally received systematic training in Bagu writing, which is more than enough to be Zheng Hao's teacher.

In his previous life, Zheng Hao learned ancient texts, and naturally he had come into contact with a lot of Bagu Wen, but he really never studied the writing of Bagu Wen.

In terms of writing Baguwen, although he is not zero-based, he is almost the same.

Therefore, hearing Cheng Zhixian say this, he was a little timid.

"Here, my lord, I have never written a Shiwen......" Zheng Hao said.

"It's okay, I'll explain to you how to write Shiwen now, it's actually very simple, you already have a very good foundation, as long as you know how to write and understand some skills, I think you will be able to get started soon." Cheng Zhixian said with a smile.

"In that case, thank you, sir, for bothering you." Zheng Hao bowed and said.

"Virtuous nephew, you don't have to be polite."

Next, Cheng Zhixian began to talk to Zheng Hao about the writing skills and experience tips of the Bagu essay.

This is the accumulation of half a lifetime of Cheng Zhixian, and he has poured his money into Zheng Hao at this time, without reservation.

Zheng Hao also listened carefully.

Just when Cheng Zhixian was teaching Zheng Hao, a small pink figure flashed, entered the signing room, and stood next to Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao looked sideways, but it was Cheng Fanglian, the daughter of Cheng Zhixian.

In the past few days, Zheng Hao has seen Cheng Fanglian almost every day, this little girl is very clingy, and every time she sees Zheng Hao, she has to pester Zheng Hao to play with her.

The two are also familiar with each other.

"Fang Lian, don't disturb your brother Hao, he is learning to write Shiwen with his father, you can go and talk to your mother." When Cheng Zhixian saw his daughter coming in, he stopped teaching and said to Cheng Fanglian with a smile.

"Daddy, I want to hear from you too, can I?" Cheng Fanglian raised her little face and looked at her father.

Cheng Zhixian is also very doting on this daughter, and when he heard Cheng Fanglian say this, he smiled and said: "Okay, you can also move a stool and sit down and listen." ”

Zheng Hao took another stool from the side and put it next to him, and let the little girl sit on it.

So, Cheng Zhixian continued to lecture.

During Cheng Zhixian's lecture, Zheng Hao suddenly felt a small hand reach over and grabbed his hand.

This hand is Cheng Fanglian's.

Zheng Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Heart said, this is a feudal society where the defense of men and women is very harsh, although the little girl is small, but she is also a woman, I don't know how he will react when Cheng Zhixian sees this scene?

He peeked at Cheng Zhixian, who was still talking wittily and blooming lotus, and found that there was no strange look on his face.

Zheng Hao let go of his snack a little.

He looked at the little Lori next to him with the rest of his eyes, and found that Cheng Fanglian was also listening very seriously.

He shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, it seems that he is thinking too much, right?

Cheng Zhixian spoke for more than half an hour before he finished.

He glanced at Zheng Hao with a smile and asked, "Virtuous nephew, I wonder if you have a new understanding of Shiwen now?" ”

Zheng Hao hurriedly stood up and bowed down and said, "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years!" My lord, I feel that I have heard a lot from you. ”

"Hmmm! You're also a smart person, so you should understand it as soon as you hear it! Nephew, I'll give you a topic here, and you can try to write an article first, how about it? Cheng Zhixian nodded appreciatively and said.

"Adults, please!" Zheng Hao said respectfully.

Cheng Zhixian thought about it for a while, and then came up with a "Analects" question.

In the eight-strand essay exam, there are the most people who come up with questions from the Analects.

"Virtuous nephew, you can take this topic back to your room and compose it, when it is done, when it will be brought to me." Cheng Zhixian instructed Zheng Hao.

"The kid quit first."

Zheng Hao took this topic and went back to the room.

He thought that after listening to Cheng Zhixian's experience, he had a lot of insights, and seemed to have grasped a little trick in writing Baguwen.

Unexpectedly, when he really sat down and was about to start writing, he realized that he didn't know how to write.

He pondered this topic, picking out word by word, and slowly thought of a more novel composition angle.

Zheng Hao began to pick up a pen and write on paper.

He writes slowly, because he is not used to writing ancient texts. Moreover, the writing of this ancient text is very difficult, and it is really not the same thing as writing in the vernacular.

Some people may have said, didn't Zheng Hao write about the ancient temple of Yanhu before?

It needs to be explained that a popular novel like Yanhu Biography can be written in a half-literate and half-white style, which is relatively easy.

But these eight strands of writing are different, to completely imitate the way of the ancients, to use the tone of the ancients, on behalf of the sage, but also to pay attention to the style, to use more rare words to show that they are very knowledgeable.

These are all difficult points.

The hardest part is writing.

Although Zheng Hao has practiced calligraphy and can barely read calligraphy, it is not easy to use a brush to write a chic and handsome fly-headed small block with a brush.

In his previous life, he had never written such a small character with a brush.

Therefore, Zheng Hao was struggling, and it took more than an hour to finish writing a four-hundred-word eight-strand essay.

After writing, Zheng Hao put down the pen, and he read it again from the beginning.

He shook his head with a wry smile as he watched.

The writing is too poor, the angle of solving the problem is not too good, the writing is dry, and it looks very boring.

But, no matter what, this is the first eight-strand essay he wrote in his two lives combined. He said in his heart that it was really difficult for him to come up with such a bullshit article.

Zheng Hao shook his head, he felt that the road of the imperial examination was really not ordinarily difficult.

As he thought so, there was a soft knock on the door.

Zheng Hao went over and opened the door, but saw Cheng Fanglian standing outside the door with a smile.

"Brother Hao, have you finished writing?" She asked.

"I barely made up an article, and I was very dissatisfied." Zheng Hao smiled bitterly.

"Hee-hee! I've also made an article, let's exchange it and see how it goes? Cheng Fanglian raised a few pieces of paper in her hand and said.

When Zheng Hao heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Cheng Fanglian is only eight years old this year, can she actually write essays?

If that's true, she's a genius. Children from ordinary families are only just enlightened when they are seven or eight years old.

What's more, Cheng Fanglian is still a girl, in ancient times, it was a social consensus that a woman was virtuous if she was not talented. In this society, female talents are not welcome.

"Good! Let me read your magnum opus. Zheng Hao said, and exchanged articles with Cheng Fanglian.