Listening to Liu Zhengqing's meaning, the government school in Hangzhou City is also not to be underestimated, his classmates back then, there are not a few officials now, and there are countless people who have passed the township test. Therefore, although the cost of the school is a little expensive, as long as the students near Hangzhou City are similar to the family, they will try their best to send their children to the school.

Of course, the real scholarly family will not join in this fun. It is important for people to have private education, and they do not need to receive such official education.

Chu Feng listened to it, and couldn't help but admire, thinking that there was not much difference between education in this era and a thousand years later. Not only are people rushing to squeeze into schools with high admission rates, but there is also a difference between private and public, and I don't know if the classes in these schools are divided into ordinary classes, experimental classes, and the like...... The government school in Hangzhou City is estimated to be equivalent to the provincial key......

Thinking about it in a mess, Chu Feng couldn't help but secretly laugh. Liu Zhengqing watched from the sidelines, not understanding what was funny about the things he was talking about, so he stared at him with a pair of puzzled eyes.

Seeing this, Chu Feng coughed lightly twice, quickly changed the topic, and pointed to the long queue next to him: "Brother Liu, everyone who wants to pay homage is lining up here, why don't you hurry up and shoot?" Otherwise, it won't be your turn at sunset, right? ”

Liu Zhengqing was helpless, although he was a little frivolous, but the ritual of coming to the Confucian Temple to worship before the exam was not easy to break, so he glanced at Chu Feng and asked, "What, don't you worship with me?" ”

"No, I won't participate, why bother to join in the fun when there are many people, and delay other people's efforts in vain." Chu Feng smiled, "Brother Liu, please take care of yourself, I'll take a look around this Confucian Temple, and I'll come back to you later." ”

"Okay, just don't get lost." Liu Zhengqing joked, waved his hand, and went to line up.

Chu Feng had nothing to do, so he walked around the Confucian Temple.

After a thousand years, he has been to the Confucian Temple in his hometown many times, and at this time, he found that most of the patterns are similar, and it seems that the development of the Northern Song Dynasty has been the whole Confucian Temple's sacrificial regulations. For example, the east and west archway of the "ancient and modern" "virtue with the world", the Panyue Pond that enters the door, the Dacheng Gate, the Dacheng Palace, the East and West Pavilion, etc., are all in one place.

It's just that some details are not the same, the most obvious is that the number of sage tablets in the entire Confucian Temple is much less than that of later generations. Chu Feng walked in and took a closer look, in addition to Confucius himself, the two sides of the Dacheng Hall were enshrined with four with ten philosophers, not the twelve philosophers of later generations.

This is also a very normal thing, today's Zhu Xi has not yet been born, and he has not yet founded Cheng Zhu Lixue, so naturally he has not yet accepted the qualifications to be admired and worshiped by future generations.

In addition, there are not as many tablets in the east and west as in later generations, and the reasons are naturally similar to Zhu Xi.

People come and go in the Confucian Temple, but the voices are not noisy, naturally because no student dares to be presumptuous in front of the Holy Master.

Chu Feng walked around the temple, and when he went to the gate of Dacheng Hall, he saw that Liu Zhengqing was still far away, and he still had to wait for a long time.

was thinking about what else to do, but Chu Feng coldly found that there were many people gathered outside the door of the West Archway, which didn't look as cold as the front of the Dacheng Palace, and he didn't know what those people were doing on the third floor and the outer three floors.

Curious, Chu Feng walked over......

During the township test and government test, it is one of the most lively times in Hangzhou, but this kind of excitement is very different from the Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and other people's celebrations.

There is a sense of tension in this kind of bustle where scholars gather, just like every few days of the college entrance examination in later generations, even when pedestrians on the street pass by the test center school, they can't help but sweat for the parents waiting at the door. How much wealth and glory slip through the fingers, how many gold list titles can be held by both hands, and no one can understand all kinds of fate variables.

At such times, excitement and tension become two things that go hand in hand. Even no matter how talented a person is, he never dares to guarantee that he will definitely be selected in the imperial examination. The imperial examination itself contains too many things, and the examination of the school is not only about talent, just like the college entrance examination, but also about luck and mentality.

There is no guarantee of a result, so everyone's heart hangs high or low in the air.

In the Confucian Temple, all the students prayed according to the rituals, saying that it was a kind of ritual, but more than that, they were looking for a kind of comfort.

When people can't judge the future trend, when they are at a loss, they will independently find a spiritual sustenance for themselves. In the West, that's religion. In the East, there may be religion, but for these scholars in ancient times, the most reliable spiritual sustenance was naturally Confucius.

It's just that Zi Bu is strange and confused, everyone who comes to the Temple of Literature will only say that they are here to pray for blessings, adding a bit of aura and culture to themselves, no one dares to say that this is a kind of prayer, and things like sincerity are spiritual, it is impossible to happen in a place like the Temple of Literature. Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. Confucianism pays attention to such things.

Glazed tiles, light palace walls, there are no swings in the wall, but there are naturally sidewalks outside the wall.

There were people on the road, and even quite a few people gathered. Chu Feng looked at it from a distance, and he felt that the number of people inside and outside the wall seemed to be not far apart, and everyone's faces were almost filled with the same expression.

There are scholars inside and outside, and some people have just finished praying from the Dacheng Palace, and they are very familiar with coming here, looking around, with experience or vision, looking for a small stall.

There were a lot of stalls, set up along the street, spread far away, and were blocked by a dense crowd, and I don't know where the end is.

Some stalls are crowded, with three layers inside and three layers outside, and people occasionally squeezed out of the crowd are either energetic, happy, or confused, etc., with all kinds of expressions.

Chu Feng watched from the sidelines, unable to pass through the layers of crowds, so he didn't know what everyone was watching and waiting for. So he walked around the crowd, walked forward, looked around, and finally saw a little bit of fame from the place where there were few people.

The stalls on both sides of the road, some have more people, some have fewer people. The position in front of the door is obviously the most crowded, much better than the other stalls.

Chu Feng looked through the stall with few people, and vaguely saw two canvases, one side of which was written "A bamboo stick knows life and death", and the other side was written "Three copper coins ask about the future".

Even if Chu Feng had never counted his fortunes, he could see from a distance at this time and understand what these stalls were all about.

After turning around the streets and alleys twice, Chu Feng found that as long as the students came out of the Temple of Literature, there were very few who did not come here to calculate a hexagram. There are many people in the booth that can't be squeezed in, and there are few people in the stall, Chu Feng probably stood aside and listened casually for a while, and found that as long as it is counted, nine times out of ten it is signed, and the worst is also a winning lottery, and there seems to be nothing to sign it for.

I was feeling puzzled in my heart, but at this time I heard someone calling his name, and I looked for it, and sure enough, Liu Zhengqing had finished praying and walked out.

"Brother, accompany my brother to have a good meal, and then go to the Kao Garden! You will stay in it for a few days, and I am afraid that it will be easy for the birds to fade out of your mouth. Liu Zhengqing strode over and said with a smile.

"Brother Liu doesn't count a hexagram here?" Chu Feng asked casually.