The Zhang family left in a hurry, which seemed to be unexpected and expected.

What is expected is that Zhang Qinghe will enter Beijing, and he will try it in February next year, Anlu is more than 2,000 miles away from the capital, and it will definitely be too late to enter Beijing after the year.

Most of An Lu's sons set off for Beijing in September, like Zhang Qinghe, who was delayed by the marriage date, which was late enough.

Some people have long speculated whether Zhang Qinghe gave up this subject because of his low ranking, so he delayed his journey until this time. Some people in the Zhang family even said sour things, thinking that it was the bride who delayed their nephew, and was not virtuous enough to know the courtesy.

Who would have thought that after the Zhang family accompanied the bride back to the door, he would move his family into Beijing.

By the time the relatives got the news, the Zhang family had already left Anlu, and only a few old servants were left at home to watch the house. The gold and silver are soft and soft, and there is nothing left.

These clansmen, who were accustomed to going to Master Zhang's house to fight the autumn breeze, were immediately dumbfounded. Every year, through the New Year, but it's a good time for them to open their mouths, what should they do this year?

The idiot sent away the reluctant Shunniang and returned to the palace.

still followed everyone to take a history class in the morning, followed Lu Bing to learn knives in the afternoon, and studied the Four Books and Five Classics hard in the evening, and the days passed very regularly.

Winter goes to spring, and half a year passes in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning of April, Shun Niang sent a letter back, Master Zhang did not participate in the examination, Zhang Qinghe fell to Sun Shan, but with the help of the second master of the sect, under the name of an old Hanlin, he prepared the next subject in Beijing. As for Shunniang, she was found to be pregnant in early March and is now waiting to give birth in Beijing.

Even if the Zhang family is in the middle of the road, Master Zhang's life in this room is not bad. Even if he lived in the capital, he also bought a house and added servants, and his life was in order.

Master Zhang's concubine, who was once in charge of the family, is also kind and kind, and he has a lot of help to Shunniang. Master Zhang is also very lenient to Shun Niang, and Shun Niang's life is smooth.

Wang Ningshi read Shun Niang's family letter, and worshiped and worshiped in front of the Buddha, Shun Niang is happy to pass the door, no matter whether the first child is male or female, it is a good thing.

Regarding Shunniang's body, Wang Ning didn't worry too much. Because of the difficult family situation in the early years, Shun Niang has never been pampered. Although her temperament is soft and soft, her body is stronger than that of ordinary women. I'm seventeen years old, and my body has grown up, so I don't need to worry about anything.

The Taoist idiot borrowed 800 taels of silver from Rong Niang with the statue of Guanyin and the Buddha statue, and opened a pawnshop in Xicheng in November last year under Rong Niang's Zhang Luo. Half a year has passed, and most of the foreign debts have been repaid. If you look at it like this, in another year and a half, you will not only be able to pay off Rong Niang's silver, but also the money left to buy a new shop.

Rong Niang's wedding date is set for September, and after San Lang takes the hospital exam in June, he will go to Beijing with his parents to get married.

Calculate the time, Rong Niang went out of the cabinet in September, Shun Niang gave birth in October, and in her spare time, she often went to Xicheng to wander around, one is to buy a full moon ceremony for her little nephew and little niece; The second is to find a few good things to add makeup to Rong Niang. I searched twice, but there was nothing to close my eyes, just when Rong Niang sent back the white jade Guanyin and Zijin Maitreya that had been pawned by her before, and the Taoist idiot had an idea, one for each of the two sisters, and left this matter aside for the time being.

Although the two of them, Dao Idiot and San Lang, one is in the palace and the other is at home, and they can only see each other once or twice at the end of the month, but the two brothers are getting closer and closer.

All the thoughts of the two of them were on preparing for the college exam. At the end of each month, on the days when the idiot is on vacation, San Lang goes to the outer nine rooms and brings over the current texts he has done and various collected topics; The idiot will also take home his various homework this month, and the two brothers will exchange studies.

At this moment, the Taoist idiot is not convinced of Saburo. San Lang is not his fake Zhengtai, he has lived two lives, and he has taken advantage of some cleverness, but San Lang's writing and aura are really not comparable to him.

Every time I read Saburo's text, and then look at my own, it is astringent and dry, and I am not satisfied.

San Lang is very patient, every time he comments on the idiot's text word by word, and encourages two sentences from time to time, such as "Erlang, this method of undertaking the topic is very good", or "It's more and more relevant to the topic" and so on.

In addition to encouragement, Saburo also unceremoniously pointed out the shortcomings of Taoist idiots, the strategy is barely acceptable, the current text lacks aura, the poetry is simple and straightforward, and the use of words is insufficient. Just like the two things "red flower" and "green leaf", it is not appropriate to modify them in the current text, otherwise the text will appear frivolous; If it is replaced with "red thin" and "green manure", and the real thing is replaced by imitation, the artistic conception will go up all of a sudden.

At this time, the idiot really wanted to pound the ground.

In all kinds of travel books, Nalan poems have been tried and tested, why he can't think of a single one, and he can't even take advantage of it. At this time, I can only be diligent and make up for my clumsiness, and memorize Tang poems and Song lyrics. Familiar with 300 Tang poems, can not compose poems can also chant.

Later generations of people are a little worse in the originality of the text, but isn't there still a saying to "pay tribute" to so-and-so? He has no intention of becoming a poet, as long as he can pass the exam.

San Lang immediately found out that the idea of Taoist tricks was not in agreement, and it was rare to raise his face, and he taught him a serious lesson: "No matter how similar a fake is, it is also a fake, and the same is true of poetry and articles." Similar and tasteless, if Erlang is on the way to the imperial examination, he only wants to pass the boy's test, so clever can he fish in troubled waters. If you want to go further, you can't fake it. ”

Because of the lack of Taoist idiot, San Lang was ruthless and wanted to bring him over, so he left him homework and asked him to write three poems a day regardless of format and content.

For other teenagers, I can't say anything about Saburo's words.

The Taoist idiot is mentally mature, and if you think about Saburo's words carefully, this is indeed the truth. If you can't face your own shortcomings, maybe you really stop the college exam, and the township test and the meeting test are even more extravagant. In addition to living longer, he is not much better than the current readers, and even when it comes to reading, he still lacks too much.

Others study hard for time, and no matter how hard he works here, he can't fight for time.

For a whole month, the people in the school saw a strange scene, the Taoist idiot looked at Mu Mu (thinking out of mind) regardless of whether he saw flowers and trees, or food and snacks, or in the history class, he would be distracted at any time, and his mouth was full of words.

On the desk of the Taoist idiot, thick poems are stacked, and there are all kinds of things to be chanted.

Wang Qi and Lu Bing knew that he was composing poetry, so they were curious, so they came over to see the poems of the idiot.

"Poems of Cooking Porridge"

The poor beggar, and the porridge in the bowl is scarce.

The wind blows seven or eight grains of rice on the surface of the water.

"Nostalgic Poems? Wei Qing

Hanmen has been talented since ancient times, and Wei's sons congratulate the sky.

Lilu does not ask for a pepper house, and his fame is especially good.

Last night, the north wind hissed the horses, and today the frost cuts the glacier.

The general ran rampant thousands of miles away, and abandoned the chariot in a panic.

It's a mix of good and bad, some are plain, and some are a little interesting. Whether it is plain or quite meaningful, it can be called poetry.

Wang Qi and Lu Bing saw Daqi, and they couldn't help but praise it, when it came to writing poems, they could barely cope with a few poems, but they were like Taoist idiots, and they couldn't do what they thought of writing without a bit of aura.

The Taoist idiot can only smile bitterly, he also boasted that he was well-read, but when he began to compose poems seriously, he found that his allusions and words were very scarce.

For the June college exam, he really didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Lu Wenzhao heard that the Taoist idiot was learning to compose poetry, raised his nostrils, and was proud of the Taoist idiot for a few days, and then took out a booklet and handed it to the Taoist idiot triumphantly.

The books are light and fluttering, but the Taoist idiot feels that the weight is particularly heavy. No matter how ignorant Lu Wenzhao is, he wants to help this time.

It was indeed Lu Wenzhao's handwriting, but when he saw the poems recorded on it, the face of the Taoist idiot turned green.

Is this poetry? What about rhyme? What about Pingxuan?

I stand between heaven and earth, with Lingyun ambition in my mind, no one knows what to worry about, and the sky is bright against the sun and the moon.

Is this called poetry?

No one knows about the five buckets of talent, and the confidant does not see it, and he abides by Zhou Zhaozhi in his life, and Du Kang can solve his worries in his hands.

Is this called poetry?

Poetry is not poetry, the Taoist idiot really didn't see it, but he finally understood what it meant to "cherish talents and not meet", and what it meant to "say sorrow for the new words".

Lu Wenzhao is really a literary teenager, from this thick manuscript, you can see that he loves to make poetry, but this level is really impossible to comment. Even the Taoist idiot, who is halfway to the monk, can see that these are not in the stream.

The idiot read it from beginning to end, and admired Lu Wenzhao very much, after reading the book for more than ten years, it is not easy for the level to be like this. He is still extremely confident, even if he does not participate in the children's exam, he does not feel that it is because of his own shortcomings, but feels that he is limited by family rules. If he ends up on his own, the head of the case must be caught.

Chen Chizhong is a martial artist and knows nothing about poetry; Liu Congyun didn't move for a few days, but when the next monthly vacation was over, he brought a large bag of poetry books from home. It is not the common Li Du poems on the market, but some new poems that were circulated by the literati at that time.

For Dao idiots, studying the taste of poetry today and understanding the level of appreciation today will be of great help to him.

Dao idiot is really grateful, he didn't expect Liu Congyun to help him. After all, among the young people in the house, they are now faintly divided into two factions, and there are some different meanings.

Liu Congyun smiled: "No need to thank you, I just want to see how far Erlang can go." ”

Hearing what he said, there seemed to be a deep meaning, and he was stunned for a moment, and said, "Brother Liu Shi doesn't want to participate in the township test? ”

Liu Congyun said with a smile: "The exam is too annoying, and I don't want to bother after the hospital exam." ”

If you are just a mixed official in the palace, it is enough to have a show of talent and fame, and the fame of people is just icing on the cake. But when the prince enters Beijing, even if all the subordinate officials will follow, the weight of showing talent and fame is definitely different. Lifting people can be directly qualified to confer officials, but showing talents cannot.

The township test is still two years later, and it is still far from now, the idiot glanced at Liu Congyun deeply, did not speak, but in his heart he made up his mind, just for the love of today's bag of poems, he wanted to find an opportunity to persuade Liu Congyun to continue the exam...... The small poems are all improvised and limited, so don't blame you.