Shen Xuezheng didn't feel anything, but smiled and said to the professor next to him: "It's really hot, it's been a whole day, and I didn't see some cool breeze until the evening." "It was the same year that the professor of the same school was examined. When he took the exam, he was also born as a scholar.

When the officials of the Ming Dynasty met, they had to discuss the number of seats. Therefore, the professor of Shen Xuezheng and Fuxue is very kind and talks more. is a little in awe of Bao Yingxia, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, who was born in the top three.

Professor Fuxue: "Yes, if it continues to be so hot, it will be almost dry. The south is better, but in recent years, the drought in the north has been tight, and the winter is also cold. It is said that in Shandong, it is spring in March, and it is still snowing heavily. The climate next year is really uncertain, and if it continues like this, the people's words will be sad. ”

"Who's to say it's not, even if it's not in our Sichuan." "I went to Jiazhou a while ago, and the fields in Renshou County were all cracked, and I hope there will be a rain in the near future. ”

The two sighed for a while, but they didn't know that the climate of the Ming Dynasty was on the eve of a drastic change. This trend will continue for another sixty or seventy years, and then it will enter what historians call the Xiaoice Age.

It's just that people haven't realized this yet.

The two were talking lively, and Bao Yingxia, who was reading a book, put the book of "Le Zhiwen" made by the Han Zhong Changtong in her hand on the case: "How long will it take to collect the volume?" ”

Professor Fuxue: "If you go back to Lord Bao, there are still two hours. ”

Bao Yingxia: "Did Wu Jie finish answering the questionnaire?" "How others did in the exams, Master Bao didn't care at all. In the college examination, there is a fixed number of admission places for each period, even if it is a crooked melon and a cracked date, you have to pick a few according to the number at that time.

But as long as one of the admitted candidates can be admitted to the Jinshi in the future, it will be an extremely honorable thing for the examiner.

Bao Yingxia toured the local area this time, and came to Sichuan again to do the main examination, and she was interested in selecting several outstanding talents for the country. When I came, I also called out the articles and poems of several outstanding people among the candidates and read them again. It wasn't until after reading Wu Jie's works that I finally couldn't help but applaud, and I couldn't help but feel excited: with Wu Jie's peerless talent, let alone Jinshi in the future, even if it is the top three, you can be in it casually. In this college exam, it doesn't matter how well other people take the exam, but this Wu Festival must be admitted.

Hearing Master Bao's question, Xue Xuezheng was stunned: "I didn't pay attention." ”

An obedient clerk hurriedly said: "Adults, go over and take a look." ”

"Okay, let's go and check the report." Professor Fuxue had an old relationship with Wu Jie, and he was also worried about it, so he nodded.

After a while, the clerk ran over with sweat and a strange face.

"What's wrong?" The professor was a little breathless.

"Three great masters...... Wu Jie, Wu Jiehe ...... He ......"

"What's wrong with him?" Bao Yingxia glanced at him majestically.

The secretary stuttered a little: "Wu Jie, he's still sleeping." ”

"What, what kind of fame is this Wu Shizhen doing." Shen Xuezheng stood up abruptly and patted the table: "There are less than two hours to collect the papers, and he is still asleep, it is really unreasonable!" Even if you start making rolls now, I'm afraid it's a little too late. ”

There are two questions in the first session of the college exam, and on the surface, it seems that the two eight-strand essays are calculated at 800 to 1,000 words each, and it will not take much time to write.

But the ancients used a brush to answer the questionnaire, and the brush writing was naturally not fast. Moreover, generally speaking, in the future, if the person who transcribed the paper is not ambiguous, the candidates will use the rules and pavilion style to compose, one stroke at a time, and the rules and regulations are trembling, and the speed is three points slower.

Moreover, the composition needs inspiration, you have to first write a draft in your mind, then make a draft on the draft, and wait until it is finalized, and then copy it to the official paper.

This comes and goes, and it takes a lot of effort.

Therefore, it is a bit urgent for many candidates to spend a whole day doing two questions.

Professor Fuxue was also flustered, he was already optimistic about Wu Jie. With Wu Jie's current status among the young scholars in Sichuan, it is not surprising that this talent is admitted to the examination, but if he can't win, it will be a strange thing. When it really got to that point, he, the examiner, was also gloomy.

Looking up at Bao Yingxia, Bao Yingxia's face was like sinking water, and his brows were tightly locked.

The professor finally couldn't help but say, "My lord, why don't I go over and have a look?" ”

"I'll go too." Examine the politics of the government.

"Let's go." Bao Yingxia nodded.

So, a scene appeared that surprised all the scholars, and the three examiners came out of the hall at the same time, walking in a hurry, as if something serious had happened.

This made all the candidates put down their brushes and looked at them blankly.

By the time Bao Yingxia and the others walked to Wu Jie's examination room, Wu Jie had already woken up, and was sitting at the table with red eyes, his hair was scattered, and the corners of his eyes were full of eye droppings.

There was still not a single word written on the scroll on the table, and even the inkstone was dry.

The three examiners stood still at the same time, and they didn't dare to speak, so they looked at it with serious eyes.

According to the discipline of the examination room, neither the examiner nor the official can say a word to the candidate, otherwise there will be suspicion of cheating, and the paper will be invalidated.

Therefore, Bao Yingxia and the others kept their mouths shut.

Wu Jie found the three of them, raised his head and smiled bitterly, only then did he realize that time was running out, so he added some water to the inkstone, and grinded the ink unhurriedly, the speed was so slow that it was worrying.

When Bao Yingxia and the three of them saw Wu Jie's movements so slow, their hearts became more and more anxious, and they just wanted to rush in and grab his collar and shout: Don't rub it, look at it, it's too late.

This grinding grinded a pot of tea, and finally waited for Wu Jie to finish grinding the ink, lifting the pen, and before Bao Yingxia could take a breath, Wu Jie shook his head, looked up at the roof, and looked at the face of sadness.

Seeing him with such an expression, Lord Bao's heart rose again: "Could it be that Wu Jie really can't do it?" Is it because of nervousness, or is it ......"

The topic is not difficult, and for Wu Jie, no matter how difficult the topic is, it is not a problem.

Today is the first round of the distance test, and there are two questions. The title of the first question is "Not Suffering". Excerpt from the Analects of Confucius: "If you don't suffer from others, you don't know yourself, and you don't know people when you suffer." It means not worrying about others not understanding you, but worrying about yourself not understanding others; The title of the second question is "Chapter Without Seeing", from "The Mean", the original text is "In this way, the chapter is not seen, it does not move, and it becomes inaction." It means that when we reach such a state, we can make it clear without showing it, we will change without waiting for activities, and we will achieve something by doing nothing.

These two questions are exactly the same as those recorded in real history, and Wu Jie has also prepared four sample essays. Two articles were selected from them, both of which were by the same author, Qian Qianyi, the leader of the Donglin Party in the late Ming Dynasty.

Although Old Man Qian had an unbearable character, and later became a Han anniversary, he was very good at learning, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the literary world in the last years of Chongzhen. Using his article to deal with the boy test is naturally a knife to kill the chicken.

But at this moment, Wu Jie's heart was as chaotic as the twisted silk linen--- he slept all afternoon, but he didn't dream, so he naturally couldn't cross the modern society.

The chain fell at a critical moment, which is terrible.

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