The next day, Jiang Yun got up early in the morning, and the maid Youlan also made breakfast early, and after Jiang Yun finished eating, he went out and went to the academy.

Mo Daojun walked early, and there were even more early pedestrians. Out of the village, walking on the field road, on both sides of the field, there are already three or three farmers working and weeding, in the early morning in the rural field, the air is fresh, with the aroma of soil and grass, which makes people feel comfortable.

"It's early for the owner!"

"Brother Jiang, this is going to the academy!"

The villagers working in the fields greeted him, and after Jiang Yun walked by, one of the lazy people talked about hearing Jiang Yun washing clothes by the river yesterday, and scratched his head and made a gesture as he spoke, causing a burst of laughter.

"I said Tudan, you are embarrassed to laugh at Brother Jiang, people are studying in the academy, and when they enter the academy, they are Xiucai masters, but they are not much better than you, who have been digging in the field all your life!" said an old farmer with a hoe and a smile.

The earth egg was not convinced, and said disdainfully: "Just that nerd, think that if you read some dead books and recognize a few words, you can be admitted to Xiucai? ”

The old farmer shook his head and said, "How can you curse people like this, if you wait for Brother Jiang to take Ming'er's exam before you come out, I will slap you in the face." ”

The dirt egg shook his head and said: "I just said a few words of truth, unlike you who are so hypocritical as uncle, knowing that the other party will not pass the test, you still have to say something against your will." ”

And they all laughed and laughed for a while, and then they all buried themselves in the field again.

Jiang Yun couldn't hear the discussion of the villagers, walked for a while, turned over a mountain beam, and the silhouette of Qinghe Town appeared in front, turned onto the mountain trail next to it, walked along the winding mountain path again, and halfway up the mountain, a stone mountain gate appeared in front, and the four big characters of "Qinghe Academy" were written on the forehead of the door.

Entering the gate of the academy, walking on the green-lined bluestone path, you can hear the sound of Lang reading from everywhere, only hear his voice, not see his person, this is the students of the academy in the morning reading.

Today is the day of the quarterly examination of the college, the quarterly examination is held once every three months, the weight is very heavy, there are rewards for the good examination, not only a reward of a sum of money, but also the opportunity to enter the library to observe the ink of the famous people, there is a punishment for the bad test, and those who rank at the bottom of the two consecutive quarterly examinations will be expelled from the academy, and every time they take the quarterly examination, there will be one or two, two or three unlucky eggs are swept away, so everyone attaches great importance to it.

Especially for Xige students, this spring quarterly examination is even more important, this year is the county examination year every two years, the top ten in this quarterly examination can be recommended by the college, directly participate in the county examination, without the need to register separately, not only save a registration fee, but also an opportunity to show your face in front of the examiner.

As the premier academy in Linshui County, according to the practice of previous years, the admission rate of the schoolchildren recommended by Qinghe Academy through the county examination is very large, of course, after the county examination, only after passing the first level, it is not possible to get the fame of the child immediately, but also to the city to participate in the government test, this time was selected, is the real fame of the child.

Jiang Yun first went back to his residence, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and came to the West Pavilion Hall, and when he came to the West Pavilion Hall, he saw that there were already some students sitting in twos and threes, most of them were immersed in their books, preparing for the final sharpening of their knives before the exam.

Jiang Yun sat down in a remote corner of the back as usual, placed the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and took out a book of neutralization and a theory of law to review.

Sticking the scriptures is to recite the words of the sage, write the previous sentence on the exam paper, and ask the candidate to write the following paragraph silently, Moyi, that is, to explain the words of the sage with their own understanding.

Generally speaking, if the whole volume is full of 100 points, the sticker accounts for 10 points, and Moyi accounts for 15 points.

In the examination, a test poem is examined, accounting for ten points, and the county examination and the government examination are generally five words, seven words and four rhymes or six rhymes, and the monthly and quarterly examinations of the academy are carried out in accordance with the system of the county examination.

Another question accounts for five points, the first of these add up to forty points, and the remaining sixty points are an essay fu, which is the focus of the entire exam, and it is the main battlefield for candidates to open up the grade distance.

The examination of Wenfu is generally to select a few passages of the sage's words, so that candidates can play freely, the genre is not limited, it can be an argumentative essay, it can also be prose, it can also be a poetry of the rhetoric, in short, it is necessary to combine the topic, observe the meaning of the sage, express the mind, and carry the Tao with the text.

Here, there is an objective standard for the quality of a literary endowment, Jiang Yun fused the memory of his predecessor, and also roughly understood the power of it, the quality of a literary endowment is all in the "article" after it is written.

The original meaning of the chapter is to refer to the stripes, the lines, after a good text is written, there is its "article", which is a kind of "shape" that is exposed by the words with the spirit of Haoran.

Jiang Yun knows that according to the quality of the "article", it is roughly divided into three basic forms: insect-shaped, snake-shaped, and dragon-shaped, with the insect-shaped character being the lowest and the dragon-shaped character being the highest.

Ordinary children, the "articles" written by Xiucai are at most insect-shaped articles, and only a very small number of talents are very distinctive, and outstanding Xiucai may occasionally write serpentine articles, and those schoolchildren who have not yet entered school, if they can write insect-shaped articles, they can basically be admitted in the county examination.

The quality of a literary endowment, in addition to looking at the "article", but also to look at the "literary style", the general monochrome literary style is the lowest, the highest literary style is colorful, splendid and gorgeous, but this can not be generalized, to evaluate the good of a literary endowment, the main thing is to look at the "article", and the literary style is a factor that assists in judging.

Whether it is an article or a literary style, ordinary people can't see it, only a scholar with a meritorious personality can only observe it through the art of looking at qi after opening the eyes of heaven.

Jiang Yun is still a schoolboy who has not entered school, and this technique of looking at qi naturally does not exist, so he can't see the articles and literary styles in it.

These days, he has also tried to write a few articles, the foundation left to him by the predecessor is not bad, although a little nerdy, but the standard of this composition is still not bad, without those pedantic sourness, he feels that he is still more satisfied with these articles.

Of course, judging the quality of an article is obviously inaccurate with his own feelings, but it's a pity that he doesn't have the skill of hope, and he can't see whether his articles have an insect-shaped coat of arms.

He also wanted to take these articles he wrote and ask a showman to take a look, but he didn't have a familiar showman friend, so he occasionally found a showman outside and asked him to help read the article, and he asked for a tael of silver.

Of course, he could ask the professors of the academy to see that Jia Mengchen and Yuan Lun were both in charge of the studies of the students in the West Pavilion, but he saw that the two professors were busy reading the articles of those talents they liked all day long, and they were too busy to be busy, so he didn't bother to talk about this boring thing.

So up to now, he has been at a loss for the quality of his articles.

"Hey, isn't that Brother Dongfeng blowing, I haven't seen you for the past two days, and today's exam is finally here. "The students who were reading their books in the main hall were reading their heads, and someone noticed Jiang Yun's arrival and whispered.

"Yes, I heard that his song 'The Sun Ends in the Mountains' has been spread in the county. Someone whispered.

"Who said it, the song 'The Day Ends in the Mountains' is really good, but was that what he wrote, no, this was what he said himself, but it was written by a friend of his!"

"I think so, how could he write 'want to be poor for a thousand miles, go to the next level'? He also wrote about blowing in the east, beating war drums, and whoever is afraid of whom in today's world is good!"

I don't know who his friend is, who can write such a good sentence, I really want to ask for advice in person. Someone said with envy.

"Recently, it has been rumored that the person who made this song 'The Day Ends in the Mountains' is a senior of the East Pavilion, whose name is Yan Zheng. A man whispered.

"Is this true, who came out of this news, it can't be someone who put gold on their faces. "Some people don't believe it.

"I don't know who came out of it, anyway, there are a lot of rumors about this news now, it is said that someone asked the senior Yan Zheng in person, and he did not deny it on the spot, it seems to be a tacit acquiescence. ”

"I still think it's unlikely, if this poem was really written by that Yan Zheng, why didn't he say it himself at that time, but asked for a dummy's hand, isn't it very strange. "Some people are still very skeptical.

"What's the use of you speculating here, whether it's true or not, just ask that East Wind Brother face to face. ”

Yes, this matter is clear to Jiang Yun directly in person, everyone thinks that this proposal is good, and immediately someone swarmed around, intending to ask in person and figure out this matter.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang!" Jiang Yun was reading his book when he heard someone next to him calling him.