In other words, when others questioned him so much, Fang Yingwu had to roll up his sleeves and argue carefully. But in front of the old Shang Ge, he couldn't muster this heart, and he was really weak-hearted.

Although it is often said that there is no first, the old man in front of him is the only one in the world who has the capital to be the first, at least in the field of Bagu Wen.

Even if Fang Yingwu prides himself on knowing the five hundred years before and after, and has a high vision and high spirit, he can only bow to the top achievements of a literati like the Prime Minister of Sanyuan, and he can't disobey it.

Fang Yingwu could only sigh to himself that he was unlucky. was despised by Shang Xianggong, the third and the largest person, then he could only admit it, the difference in strength in the Baguwen was like the difference between heaven and earth, and there was no room for resistance at all after being crushed.

Maybe it's because his old man's vision is too high, and he can't see any articles below the Jinshi level, so Fang Yingwu comforted himself in his heart.

And Shang Ge Lao frowned, and he also felt quite contradictory. Fang Xiaozi's knowledge and poetry are very top-notch, and he will not fall behind when talking with him, the elders of the three dynasties.

But the eight-strand essay written is very unpopular, and the contrast is beyond imagination, how was such a strange thing educated?

Thinking of this, Shang Xianggong knocked on the side and said: "Ling Zun is enough to solve the Yuan in high school, your mansion can be called the origin of family learning, and you must have benefited a lot since you were a child." ”

Fang Yingwu immediately played the sympathy card, and sighed: "In the next family, the family is poor, there are only four walls, and the mother of the family went early, and the father of the family has been running around all the year round for fame.

Therefore, when I was young, I only knew a few words in social studies, and the rest of the time I had no money to worship famous teachers and read books, so I had to mix around in the social school and learn by myself. ”

Shang Xianggong suddenly realized that the mystery in his heart had been solved. It turns out that Fang Xiaozi has been herding sheep since he was a child, and he was born in a pure wild way, so it is no wonder that his knowledge is not like the orthodox road.

Besides, if young people neglect to discipline, I am afraid that they will not be able to bear the boredom. can't calm down and do the work of finding chapters and sentences, let alone calm down and grind boring eight-strand articles, which is a common problem of many young people.

But in this way, it seems that this son can really be called talented, and he can learn by himself to this point, and he is definitely not a human being.

On the other hand, the merchant is not a famous family in the county, the merchant is also from a poor background, his grandfather hunts for a living, and his father has been a lowly official for a few years, and the family is very difficult. Fortunately, Yue's family is good and supports him to study hard in Xianju Academy, so that he has today's achievements.

Therefore, Fang Yingwu's self-description of the hardships of being born in a poor family aroused the resonance of the old Shang Ge, and he automatically made up a number of pictures of fireflies reflecting the snow and chiseling the wall to divide the porridge.

Briefly reminiscing about his study time when he was young, and comparing Fang Yingwu, Shang Ge Lao sighed. He put down the supreme leader of the literary world, and picked up the eight-strand essay written by Fang Yingwu again.

At the same time, I tried my best to restrain myself, and did not do the hurtful action of pinching my nose, but I saw some advantages when I looked at it again, and found that this article was not all useless, but there was still something desirable.

After a while, Shang Xianggong put down the paper scroll and commented: "The rhetoric is simple, the literature is new, and the style is arbitrary, but it doesn't know its grammar, it looks rough and messy, but it can still be carved." ”

"Thank you for your teachings." Fang Yingwu saluted in a gray manner, "I have been disturbing for a long time today, and I am uneasy, so I will not pass it off next."

Shang Xianggong raised his hand to stop Fang Yingwu, "Slow! The old man's academy has just opened, and it is quite quiet. Before the Taoist exam, you might as well stay here to study, and the food will be borne by the old man. As for the family, the old man will send someone to deliver the letter, so you don't need to worry too much. ”

Fang Yingwu was overjoyed when he heard this, and he almost danced. I have a thin foundation, and having this kind of training experience is also a pretty good kind of gold plating! In the future, if you talk about your qualifications outside, you can claim to have studied in the old Tired House College of the Shang Pavilion!

That night, a room was arranged for Fang Yingwu in the academy alone. But Fang Yingwu turned over and over excitedly, what will happen tomorrow? Wouldn't the Commerce Minister's Guild teach him directly? If so, this is the number one Master in the world, and you can't find it with a lantern!

It wasn't until the third watch day later that Fang Yingwu barely fell asleep and had several good dreams in a row.

The next day, accompanied by the sound of roosters, a miscellaneous officer of the academy woke up Fang Yingwu and handed him a piece of paper, "Xiangye has instructed, this is the topic, and I ordered you to write an essay according to the topic in the morning and finish it before lunch." ”

"Oh, dare to disobey." Fang Yingwu respectfully accepted the topic, is this the mode of doing the question first and then talking about the topic? After a brief breakfast, I started drafting on the desk in my room.

After spending a morning of hard work, Fang Yingwu racked his brains to produce a standardized eight-strand essay, and handed over the manuscript to the Shang Xianggong's study.

Shang Xianggong took the manuscript and picked up a piece of paper from his hand, "This is a new topic proposed by the old man in the morning, you take it down and write it, and complete it before dinner." ”

Still made? Fang Yingwu felt that his head was big, he spent a whole morning to complete an article, and he was feeling relaxed after completing the task, but he didn't expect to have another question immediately.

Writing an eight-strand essay is not writing an essay, it takes a lot of brains to pick out sentence by sentence. But Fang Yingwu didn't dare to disobey Shang Xianggong's orders, so he had to take on the new topic with a bitter face, and after lunch, he quickly returned to the room, forced himself to sit down, and began to meditate on the idea again.

In the evening, Fang Yingwu finally finished the second article. After a day of high-intensity mental work, he was already dizzy at this time.

He barely dragged his tired body to Shang Xianggong's study and handed in the manuscript. But he saw that Shang Xianggong took out a piece of paper from his hand again, "This is the topic that the old man came up with in the afternoon, you start to compose after dinner, and finish it in the third watch within the time limit." ”

Still there? Fang Yingwu stood still, his whole body numb. Shang Xianggong urged a few times in a row, and Fang Yingwu woke up slightly from his dementia.

He took the question again in a daze, and looked at it several times in a row before he concentrated his attention and barely looked at the topic in his eyes.

The concepts of solving the problem, undertaking the topic, and starting to speak immediately popped up in my brain, and I wanted to squat on the ground and vomit.

Painful, very painful. Fang Yingwu wanted to throw down the topic, break out of the academy, and flee home directly. But after thinking about it, it was my own opportunity to study at Tiju College, so how could I become a deserter? I won't forgive myself that way!

Probably today's encounter is a test of Shang Xianggong's heart and determination, if he becomes a deserter, then he will completely lose this opportunity, so he must endure it.

Think about the ancient Zhang Liang who studied in Huangshigong, wasn't it also a toss and a lot? Maybe cattle people have this habit, just get used to it.

With the firm belief of passing the test, Fang Yingwu supported his strong willpower, continued to fight at night after dinner, and wrote today's third eight-strand article.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep on the table, and he didn't finish writing the article, I don't know.

The next day, it was still rooster crow, and the academy handyman woke up the half-asleep Fang Yingwu at the door, and couldn't help but stuff him with a stack of manuscripts. "These are the two manuscripts you wrote during the day yesterday, and Xiangye has already revised and annotated them, so you can take them and figure them out yourself."

Fang Yingwu was happy in his heart, it seems that today he will not continue the life of yesterday's writing to vomit, and he will focus on explaining?

But I heard the handyman say again: "There is another one is the title, the same as yesterday's rules, Xiangye is limited to you to finish the submission before lunch." ”

What the? Still want to do questions? Fang Yingwu's mind was buzzing, as if there were hundreds of bees circling around.

Zuihou entered the room and took away from the desk the manuscript that Fang Yingwu didn't know if he had written last night.

Fang Yingwu looked at the question in his hand, and let out a sad sigh, he couldn't spit it out anymore Today is indeed the same as yesterday's rules, there is still a question in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and it will be completed within a time limit.

This is definitely a test, but there are only three things, I can't escape from the battle, I want to follow Zhang Liang's example! Fang Yingwu gritted his teeth in a groggy state, and kept cheering himself up.

However, on the third day, it was still this set of rules, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening, and at the same time, I got the revised annotations of the previous day's article, and took time to grind and figure it out.

Moreover, Fang Yingwu listened to the tone from the mouths of the miscellaneous servants, as if it would be the same set of rules tomorrow, and there was no sign of change. Could it be that before the Dao test, Shang Ge Lao only needs to answer the questions and write essays by himself?

In a trance, Fang Yingwu seemed to have returned to the time before the college entrance examination in his previous life. It was also an era of crazy problem-solving, and every day in addition to doing questions and doing questions, until the sky was dark.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu looked up to the sky and sighed, what kind of joke is God making! Traveling to the Ming Dynasty, do you still have to do this cramming test-taking education again?

Fang Yingwu, who couldn't spit out the question, came to the study and begged Shang Xianggong: "Mr. Su'an, I want to read"

Su'an is the old number of Shangge, and with today's relationship, it is not an exaggeration for Fang Yingwu to call him Mr. like this. Although reading books is also boring, it is still much more comfortable than three eight-strand essays a day.

Shang Xianggong, who was correcting the article, raised his head, glanced at Fang Yingwu lightly, and reprimanded: "What book are you reading?" Do your article go! ”

Fang Yingwu said sincerely and sincerely: "The scriptures are the fundamental, the eight strands are just a kind of article skills, and the eight strands of the text cannot represent all the talents, and they cannot abandon the original and chase the end." ”

Shang Xianggong chuckled a few times and retorted: "If you can't even write something like Baguwen, how dare you say that you have talent?" What's more, you already have a foundation in the scriptures, and now that the Tao is about to be tested, the top priority is not to study the scriptures, but to hone your skills. ”

After thinking about it, Shang Xianggong said again: "If your level is not enough after your studies, don't take the Dao exam, so as not to bring shame on yourself." ”

Scrolling down the eight-strand text, Fang Yingwu, who was already about to write crazy, gave up on himself: "Late life is at this level, shame is shame, show talent is the reality, according to the rules, the head of the county must pass the test." If you don't believe it later, there is no way to do it. ”

Shang Xianggong smiled: "Of course, you little boy is not afraid of being embarrassed, but the old man is afraid." The Taoist essay may be included in the list of questions, if your tattered article is circulated, it will be the old man's face!

What is your face worth? It's a great crime to lose the face of the old man! So, you better hurry up and hone your skills, don't waste time here. ”

Fang Yingwu's face was about to be complained about by Shang Xianggong into a sieve. Poisonous tongue, absolute poisonous tongue, merciless poisonous tongue, is this still the generous elder he knows?

Fang Yingwu can be regarded as seeing it, no matter what the minister says, whether it is persuasion or encouragement, he even does not hesitate to use the motivating scheme, but there is only one purpose.

Shang Xianggong's bottom line is extremely tough and unwavering - Fang Xiaozi continued to practice Bagu Wen in a row, writing and vomiting without fear, and continued to practice until he vomited blood.

Fang Tongsheng, who was almost drowned by the tactics of the sea of questions, remembered the conclusion of the coffin in the history books: plain and simple, generous and tolerant, when it comes to major events, he will make a big decision, and he will not be able to take it away.

He wondered how a person could have two seemingly contradictory qualities at the same time, generosity and hard-heartedness. But now he finally realized it. The difference between the two is simply whether there is a goal worth sticking to.

"Before the Dao test, it was like this all along?" Fang Yingwu still asked without giving up.

Shang Xianggong nodded: "Not bad." ”

his Zhang Liang, his Huangshi Gong! It turns out that this is not a deliberate test of the mind, this is simply to torture people from beginning to end! After Shang Xianggong is reincarnated in his next life, he must be the head teacher of the college entrance examination class in 500 years!

A few days ago, Fang Yingwu never dreamed that his study career in the Tired House Academy would be so painful, and he didn't know when the days and nights would end.