Song Fuling sat at the dining table.

A chopstick hanging duck slices, a chopsticks vinegar cabbage, a mouthful of lotus tenderloin.

Put down the chopsticks and change to a spoon to scoop the casserole and stew the braised deer tendons, well, this one is a little salty, eat a bite of steamed rice.

She likes to eat rice that is steamed, grain by grain, with biting heads.

The small casserole at hand was at the bottom of it after a while.

She ate the soup made with fish gelatin, mushrooms, and sea cucumbers, which were sticky and sticky, and it was said that it was poured with abalone juice.

Xue Niang and Xiao Quanzi's aunt glanced at each other, a little worried.

The two of them knew that the front yard had sent food from outside.

They are the directors of the inner court, what can escape their eyes when they are sent in the front yard?

Right now, the girl eats so much again.

glanced at Qian Peiying, and found that the mother's face was so accustomed that she didn't even stop it, and she wondered how the girl's thin little body could accommodate these foods.

How good is that? Don't go back and stop accumulating food.

Just in case, don't get sick here, Xiao Quanzi's aunt glanced at Xue Niang, and Xue Niang quietly withdrew from the dining room and went straight to the back stove to find the cook: "I said, Lao Qi's family, did you make the hawthorn syrup that the girl boasted about last time?" ”

"Back to the little lady, I did it."

"Then hurry up, boil some more, don't forget to boil the noodles, the girl likes to eat boiled rotten, let the sugar water soak into the fruit," Xue Niang beckoned to the steward of the pantry again, and the girl's tea was replaced with wheat tea at noon today.

"What about the refreshments?"

Xue Niang thought for a while: "Don't make refreshments, don't serve pastries today." ”

I thought to myself, I must tell the maids not to mention the pastries when I go back, or the girl will ask her for them.

……

"Girl, girl, don't lie down yet, listen to the slave."

"You say."

"The slave and maid will accompany you to the back garden for a walk?"

Song Poria took off her shoes, and looked at Xue Niang with an inexplicable face, she had just eaten, she couldn't walk, and her stomach would sag.

"Have you ever heard a word?"

Xue Niang was stunned, "What?" ”

"Spring sleepy, autumn and summer nap, I'm going to take a lunch break, you all go down."

space.

Song Fuling was lying on the sofa and complained to Song Fusheng who was eating:

"Father, my life of wisdom has been ruined in order for you to have a hot meal. Thanks to you, I only took the exam for a few days, and if I took the exam for half a month, I would be a lazy and slippery, heartless, and able to eat and drink image in the eyes of the Lu family's maids. ”

Song Fusheng ate a boxed lunch and smiled, "Okay, then I'll eat less, don't I buy back two boxes?" Anyway, it's hot here, I'll leave a box for Ming'er to eat. ”

Qian Peiying took over, "The maids can think as much as they like, anyway, let's take a shot and change a place, and we won't come to the Lu family as a guest in the future, and we won't live as a guest again, who knows whom." I knew that I was quite relaxed this time, at least it was better to be misunderstood by the maids than to be stared at by Mi Shou. ”

Song Fuling blurted out: "That's not necessarily. ”

"What doesn't have to be?"

"Oh, nothing. Mother, what are you cutting cucumber shreds for? My dad is almost done eating, and it's too late to mix cold dishes. ”

Qian Peiying poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "It's not for today, Ming'er wants to make Korean bibimbap for your father, let's go out of the house tomorrow in the morning and go to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables." ”

"I don't want bibimbap, I want cold noodles."

Song Fusheng swallowed the last bite of food: "Our family happens to have it, Peiying, you make cold noodles for the child, cut some beef slices, put some crushed ice, and I will eat it tomorrow morning." ”

"Don't eat diarrhea."

"No, I'm leaving. Lest the servants outside think that there is something wrong with me, everyone else is cooking, and I am sleeping, and I have to go out and make some pastries and pretend to be. ”

Song Fuling hurriedly asked, "Dad, how did you do in the exam today." ”

"Anyway, I answered them all. It's not the same as the last exam, there is no big question today, all the basic questions of the Four Books and Five Classics, and there is still one paper a day here. I suspect it won't start tomorrow and end up all about strategy, right? ”

True according to Song Fusheng's guess.

The foundation of this exam is completed.

The candidates in the examination booth were stunned when they received the papers of the second session.

The questions are too sharp, and they are all pragmatic questions.

From the analysis of specific cases, taking history as a mirror, we should write our own views freely, and the number of words should be written on more than three papers.

Then to the big topic of policy discussion: flood management.

If the answer is what local officials will do, how to raise local finances and replenish the national treasury, how to deal with refugees, and even the policy of military governance.

In Song Fusheng's opinion, this is the emperor's question, right?

This is to list all the questions that the imperial court is currently facing and let them answer.

It's up to them to respond.

Yang Mingyuan, who was very far away from Song Fusheng's examination shed, did not rush to answer the paper after seeing such a paper.

Instead, he meditates cross-legged in the trumpet, looking like he closes his eyes.

In fact, all that was wandering around his mind was the questions that Song Fusheng talked about on the road with him, as well as the history books he checked at night after chatting.

Yang Mingyuan was thinking about a question.

Do you want to bring his thoughts to the exchanges with Uncle Song and write them down on the paper.

Writing, it's dangerous.

There are many ideas that do not conform to the Confucianism of the reader.

The person who marks the paper may think that what he writes is nonsense.

For example, it's like the epidemic question.

Along the way, why have many cities been affected by tragedy one after another?

In Uncle Song's words, it is that it is not controlled in time, it is not isolated, so that the spread will pass the disease, and it will be arrested as soon as possible, do you think so many people can die?

But Confucian education is that you can't isolate your father, which is unfilial piety.

Do not write.

However, he really thinks that Uncle Song is the most practical and the most fundamental solution to the problems of the people.

After closing his eyes and pondering for half an hour, Yang Mingyuan made up his mind and decided to find a balance, be vague and vague, don't take risks, some words may not be written on the volume.

At the same time, Song Fusheng was also troubled.

Yang Mingyuan could think of not challenging the marking officer, could he not think of it?

It must be admitted that the outlook on life and value orientation of ancient and modern people are different.

Especially when his daughter gave him an example before, such as the problem of collecting taxes.

Said Dad, those big officials are the real big landlords, and they should pay more taxes, even Lu Minrui, including Lu Minrui, are the kind of people who should pay more taxes, and they can't occupy land at will, if you dare to write sensitively, you are challenging a group of high-ranking officials. The emperor doesn't dare to mention the reform casually, and the small-minded grader can really give you a zero score.

This preventive injection has been given to him a long time ago, and his daughter asked him to talk less nonsense.

So, write what you really want to say in your heart, he seems to be gambling on his future.

That if you write something that doesn't hurt or itch, can that article have a soul?

Song Fusheng gave it a try and wrote some soulless words on scratch paper.

But as he wrote, he remembered the time when he fled from the famine, looking like a refugee and holding a broken bowl in front of Youzhou City.

Emerging from Fengtian to the capital, along the way, the refugees he saw, Cui Juren's county friend, told him the number of deaths in the county after the epidemic.

And when he was in Mukden, Lao Wei told him that several good officials died of illness in order to settle the affected people.

He spoke to himself in his heart:

We can't say that when the ancient times were backward, they thought that all the good things and good policies were only available in modern times, and they were not worthy of them in ancient times.

those good prefects and good county orders who are anxiously running for the people;

those who have worked in the storm to provide disaster relief;

Those who went down from the Imperial Pharmacy to the local imperial physician to Langzhong in the city pharmacy desperately treated;

those generals who participated in the rescue;

Those ordinary people and good people who save themselves and try to save others, they are all living people.

These people are under the same sun and moon as him, Song Fusheng, and they are the people between heaven and earth.

Just because of a bullshit Confucianism, what filial piety and unfilial piety, respect and disrespect bullshit theory does not understand.

Without isolation, feces and sewage flowed sideways, bacteria spread everywhere, mosquitoes multiplied, food was flooded and moldy and spoiled, resulting in one infection, fever, pink eye, and I heard that the child had an infectious disease that could not stand up.

Is it the next natural disaster that comes, and it is not isolated? To die so many people, and to be restricted by some imprisoned thoughts?

I heard that the top few test papers this time will go directly to the heavenly court, for the slightest possibility, for the next natural calamity, the emperor can directly order.

Song Fusheng entered the space.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Song Lingling sat on the sofa with the book and turned her head and asked.

Song Fusheng only said the exam questions, and didn't say anything else, just sat at the dining table, his face showed a tangled, and his fingers kept flicking the table.

Song Fuling guessed what her father was struggling with, "Dad, at this level, you don't even peek at the books in the space, so you can answer as much as you want." People live for a lifetime, and if they are utilitarian everywhere, it is not interesting. I take back what I reminded you before, and this time I support you. ”

After Song Fuling finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to read, her mouth was like chanting the Buddha's name, and she said again: "When you put down your thoughts, you will be at ease." ”