Zhang Mu held a thick stack of straw paper and sent it into the red-hot charcoal basin in front of him.

I watched as the papyrus, which was covered with neat and vigorous handwriting, turned yellow, curled, billowed up in the charcoal basin, and finally turned to ashes.

Zhang Mu couldn't help but think of his previous life, he was powerful and dazzling, but in the end, he couldn't escape turning into ashes. Zhang Mu's childish and beautiful face suddenly showed a pale and sophisticated smile that did not match his age.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Zhang Mu flew to the **.couch with lightning speed, then adjusted his breathing and closed his eyes leisurely.

"Young Master, have you fallen asleep?"

A delicate girl's voice rang out outside the door.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and the girl walked into the room.

Although Zhang Mu closed his eyes, just by the sound of his footsteps, he could tell that it should be Cailian, the personal maid of the aunt in the house, who entered the room.

A burst of aroma hit, and then I heard Cailian put the food box on the table and said, "Young master, wake up quickly." My aunt said that your big exam is coming, you have to take care of your body, get up and drink this ginseng soup before sleeping. ”

After speaking, hearing that Zhang Mu didn't move, she walked in front of Zhang Mu, showed a touch of contempt, and shook Zhang Mu's body vigorously.

"It's noisy, it's noisy!"

Zhang Mu opened his sleepy eyes, but at this moment, his eyes were crooked, his eyes were dull, and he rubbed his eyes stupidly. and the previous Zhang Mu, suddenly judged like two people.

Cai Lian handed the ginseng soup to Zhang Mu's mouth.

"Don't drink, don't drink."

Zhang Mutou shook like a rattle, and deliberately pushed the soup bowl hard.

At that moment, the ginseng soup was sprinkled on Cai Lian's clothes, and Cai Lian suddenly jumped up.

"Oh, this is someone's New Year's dress. You little bastard. So saying, she pulled out an embroidery needle from her purse.

It was not the first time that Zhang Mu had asked her to clean up, she had already been prepared, and when she was about to do it, she used all her strength and slammed her head on her crisp breasts.

Cai Lian stumbled on her feet and hit the table in embarrassment.

When Zhang Mu saw this scene, he began to clap his hands and laugh heartlessly like a fool.

"Little brute, there is no king's law. Watch me clean you up. Cai Lian rolled up her arms and sleeves, gritting her teeth and saying angrily.

Zhang Mu's eyes were quick, he jumped to the ground at the moment, and then ran towards the door and shouted: "Someone, hit someone." ”

As soon as Cai Wei chased to the door, the door was pushed open.

"In the middle of the night, what kind of system is it to be so noisy?"

At this time, a young woman about forty years old walked in, she was wearing a short satin woven gold and green sè, covered with a purple sè group cloud pattern bijia, and a light green sè bamboo pattern horse face skirt. With a loose bun on his head and a golden flower in his head, his body is graceful and plump, looking dignified and steady.

However, the young woman's beautiful face, with a little anger, a pair of Danfeng eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, slightly raised, revealing a touch of coldness, she looked up and down at the barefoot Zhang Mu, her expression changed suddenly, and she smiled kindly: "Little pitiful, it's a cold day, shiny feet stand on the ground, what if it's frozen?" ”

When Cailian saw this young woman, she hurriedly knelt on the ground, lowered her head and said, "Mrs. is angry. It's the minions who don't serve well. Disturb the rest of the wife. ”

Aunt Zhou didn't pay attention to him, but hurriedly let Liu Xia sit on the chair next to the desk with a smile, stroked Zhang Mu's head lovingly, and suddenly turned her cold eyes, like a cold light shè out: "Useless things, don't you get out?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Cai Lian hurriedly got up, retreated to the door and gently closed the door, and then went out.

"Brother Mu'er, your body is thin, don't dare to run around without clothes. If you get cold again, won't you miss the big exam? Aunt Zhou said with concern.

And Zhang Mu was still dumbfounded, looking stupid, and he didn't hear it at all.

"Hey!" Aunt Zhou sighed lightly, but her eyes looked at the straw paper on the desk, the handwriting on it was like a worm crawling, unbearable, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of her mouth inadvertently.

"Silly boy, go to bed." Aunt Zhou persuaded with a smile.

Zhang Mu yawned, climbed up the ** without jīng, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Then I heard the sound of Aunt Zhou leaving and closing the door.

At this moment, Zhang Mu slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The moonlight shined through the screen window and fell on Zhang Muyuan's cute little face, and a pair of dark and deep eyes revealed a touch of sadness.

To be precise, he is not from this era, before coming here, he had just been nominated as mayor by the Municipal People's Congress, and he was just thirty-five years old. The future is limitless, and he profuses step by step, and dies in a car accident.

In the midst of pain and chaos, he opened his eyes again and became Zhang Mu.

And Zhang Mu is just a child who has just died of smallpox and is ready to be buried.

He crawled out of the coffin, frightening everyone around him, including, of course, himself.

In the beginning, he struggled to return to the world that belonged to him.

But in the end, after struggling and despair, he finally understood that he couldn't go back.

The current reality is not very optimistic for him.

Zhang Mu was born in a wealthy family in Yongkang County, Jinhua Prefecture.

I heard from the old people in the house that Zhang Mu's father was a showman, like all intellectuals in ancient times, who believed in farming and reading heirlooms, and the entire Zhang family was quite prestigious in the local area.

Later, a serious illness occurred and he died, and Zhang Mu's mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu belongs to the old son, maybe before his father died, it is estimated that the people in the house loved him in every way.

It's just that after the death of his parents, the head of the family became Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou has a son, three years older than Zhang Mu, who is already married, but his brother is not a good thing, he is idle, spends his days drinking, and comes to bully him from time to time.

When Zhang Mu just woke up, Aunt Zhou "loved" him as much as she does now. ”

However, later Zhang Mu gradually discovered that this Aunt Zhou was not a good thing, and her heart was vicious to the extreme, treating Zhang Mu as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, and she had to kill Zhang Mu several times.

Because, as long as Zhang Mu dies, this big family business will belong to him and his son.

I heard the old housekeeper in the house say that the reason why Zhang Mu got smallpox was that Aunt Zhou ordered someone to put the things used by people who died of smallpox in Zhang Mu's room.

But the old butler had just told him the secret, and he accidentally fell into the water and died.

At that time, Zhang Mu was wary of Aunt Zhou in his heart.

After that, Aunt Zhou was poisoned several times and set fire twice, and Zhang Mudu jǐng survived.

It's like the ginseng soup sent by Cai Lian just now, there must be something wrong with it, otherwise as soon as Zhang Mugang shouted, she would have been able to appear outside the door?

In order to survive, what Zhang Mu could do was to pretend to be stupid and stunned, so as to lower Aunt Zhou's vigilance.

However, it won't take long for this rìzi.

Because the opportunity he has been preparing for two years is finally coming.

And this opportunity is the imperial examination.

If he can become a showman and have fame, he will be able to get back his family business with the support of the patriarchs.

At that time, it would not be difficult to clean up this wicked woman.

It's just that there were two problems in front of Zhang Mu at that time.

In order to solve these two problems, Zhang Mu spent two years.

The first problem is words.

Modern Chinese characters are simplified Chinese characters, while the traditional Chinese characters used by ancient people were written with a brush.

Zhang Mu rarely writes by himself in modern times, and as for the brush characters, he can only write his own name, which is convenient for inscriptions.

For the imperial examination, Zhang Mu has been practicing hard every day for the past two years, but fortunately, this problem no longer bothers him.

The second challenge is the content of the exam.

In his previous life, Zhang Mu was a top student who graduated from Fudan University, and coping with exams was the most handy thing for him.

At that time, he felt that Baguwen would not be more difficult than the English level 4 or 6 exam, and it was nothing more than familiarizing himself with the four books and five classics.

As a result, he somewhat underestimated the wisdom of the ancients.

The eight-strand essay seems simple, and the eight-strand essay is divided into several parts: breaking the topic, undertaking the topic, starting the talk, entering the question, starting the stock, out of the question, middle share, back share, bundle share, and closing the knot, of which the jīng Hua part is the starting share, the middle share, the back share, and the bundle share, these four parts you can't write casually, you must use the dual sentence of the arrangement, there are eight shares, so it is called the eight-strand text.

This kind of writing is very old-fashioned, you want to write one more word can't do it, it's really harmful, many people are writing while making up random compilation, just to make up the number of words, to achieve the effect of duality, the text on the surface, very neat, look at the content carefully, full of nonsense.

And these scum of the Ming Dynasty also stipulated that all articles must not have their own ideas, and must imitate the words of the ancients, and write articles according to the thoughts of the sages.

What is amazing is that Rao is like this, and the students of the Ming Dynasty are still in this dull mode, writing amazing splendid articles.

However, Baguwen is a kind of foundation, Zhang Mu remembers a sentence in "The History of Confucianism": "If Baguwen is done well, whatever you do, if you want poetry, you will be endowed, it will be a whip and a mark, and a slap and a palm blood." ”

Fortunately, after two years of hard study, coupled with the good writing knife and pen in his previous life, Zhang Mu has now become a bamboo in his chest.

I am afraid that it is not easy to take the top prize, but if you take the test, Zhang Mu is still full of confidence.

It's just that if you want to become a showman, you must first have the qualifications to become a showman, and that is Tongsheng.

In the Ming Dynasty, the imperial examination was not something you wanted to take the exam, and you could take the exam if you wanted to.

If you want to become a showman, you must first take the county examination and obtain the qualification of a child, and then you must take the prefectural examination and have the qualification to participate in the hospital examination.

After passing the hospital examination, this is Xiucai, and becoming a Xiucai, that is, a student, is qualified to participate in the township examination and become a lifter.

This is just like graduating from primary school to be eligible for junior high school, graduating from junior high school to high school, and graduating from high school to be eligible for the college entrance examination.

However, for Zhang Mu, he is determined to win. In Zhang Mu's opinion, if the sky can recreate him once, he will live like a human being! At least it can't be worse than the previous life, and if you have faith in your heart, you have nothing to fear.

At this moment, Zhang Mu got up from the warm quilt, secretly lit a candle, hid in the quilt, took out the rotten "The Mean", and recited it quietly.

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The exciting time has begun, ladies and gentlemen, please collect the book, and if you have a ticket, please smash the ticket. There are basically two shifts per day, and a fixed fifteen shifts per week. They were two o'clock in the afternoon, eight o'clock in the evening, and before twelve o'clock. If the two watches are only in the evening and before twelve o'clock. Ten million words have been written, and credibility is guaranteed.

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