When the teacher shook the small bell in his hand that represented the end of the exam, as the sound of gold sounded, Ning Shu also put down the pen in his hand.

During the whole exam, a group of old gentlemen outside the window watched their hearts beat, because Ning Shu was not the pen that kept writing until the bell rang at the end.

Ning Shu put down his pen when there was still a third of the exam time left.

Because he's done.

As for why Ning Shu put the pen again after the bell rang.

Because he checked it from beginning to end and picked up the pen to add to some of the unsatisfactory points.

In fact, Ning Shu was a little difficult to answer, after all, it was quite a thick pile of rolls, and making rolls was a laborious thing, and ordinary people were afraid that their scalps would be numb and their wrists would be sore in the face of this mountain-like height.

However, the good thing is that he is a practitioner.

Because he didn't know what a grade was, and he didn't tell him, he answered every question very seriously.

Then he watched as the teacher walked out of the room with a thick stack of papers, and told him to come back tomorrow to check his results.

Ning Shu thought about it, it should indeed be like this, so many rolls of paper, it must take a lot of time to review, so he said sorry to the teaching, and went back to the inn.

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"Oh, this argument is very decent. ”

"You see that the sentence 'South Vietnam knotted the Tiger Tomb in order to get late, and Yunmeng helped Tianhe to attack Wufeng' reasonably summarizes the situation in the southern countries, and I am afraid that even the best national teacher in their country has not figured it out. “

"Come on, let's see if this sentence 'Yiren alone consumes residual wine, the sky is full of stars, drunk Qingqiu' is quite the style of Liu everyone. ”

"You all look at this last essay, this point of view I like very tightly, the way of the university, in Mingde, in the people, in the end of the goodness and righteousness. ”

It was already the middle of the night, the professors of various departments in Bailu Guozhen Middle School, lectured together, corrected a teenager's application answer sheet, although it was late at night, but the eyes of the old people changed with the approval of the test questions more and more energetic.

Seeing that his teachers forgot to sleep and eat, looking like they were stupid, the little scholar who was serving on the side hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Could it be cheating?" ”

Then he was reprimanded:

"What do you little doll know, where can you copy these theoretical things?"

"How can he copy it? He is alone in the entire examination room, who can pass him the answer?"

"I waited until I watched it at the time, can we really be dizzy when we are old?"

"Can he still be a cultivator?"

"Go to bed quickly, don't disturb our appreciation...... No, mark the papers. ”

The little scholar left the study house aggrieved, leaving behind a bunch of crazy discussions among the old people.

At this time, Ning Shu didn't fall asleep, not because he was worried about the results of tomorrow's rise, but because he was thinking about what was the omission of his own views on the similarities and differences between the ancient financial management and the budget accounts of various states.

Because that question requires the person to have a lot of practical experience, and he has not been in business.

If Yuan Youtao is asked to answer this question, it should be better than answering it himself.

The lights are out.

People sleep.

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Early the next morning, after breakfast, Ning Shu arrived at Bailu Guozhen.

There were not too many surprises, his grades were very good, he successfully passed the preliminary examination, and then passed the re-examination in a random question from a group of old professors with dark circles under his eyes.

It seems that the teaching work of this academy is very hard, and the old gentlemen of such an age have to stay up all night to prepare for classes, Ning Shu sighed in his heart.

In this way, Ning Shu became an assistant lecturer in Bailu Guozhen.

When it came time to choose which subject to become a teaching assistant, he made a difficulty.

There are many courses offered by Bailu Guozhen, covering the Four Books and Five Classics, the Six Arts of Confucianism, and the Sayings of a Hundred Schools.

"Come on, I've read your previous point of view on the southern countries, and it's very well written. ”

"Don't, Xiaoyou must come to the etiquette class, I know that you are the heir of etiquette by looking at your last essay. ”

"Don't listen to them, come to the soldier's house, just look at the sword on your waist and know that you are a martial artist, and it is the most suitable to come to our soldier's house. ”

The old professors enthusiastically wooed this excellent new assistant professor, because if he was brought under his command, he would have more time to rest, maybe he could take a long vacation, and leave Los Angeles to travel the world.

Ning Shu carefully glanced at the big bluestone slab engraved with the names of various disciplines in front of him, thought for a while, and said, "I'm sorry gentlemen, I want to choose a book." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and the heads of the old professors seemed to be poured with a basin of biting ice water on the dog days.

The most famous of them, Professor Reke, frowned and said, "Otherwise...... Will you think about it again?"

"Is there anything wrong with the book?" Ning Shu felt that the professors in front of him seemed to have a little opinion on the book, but it was not the kind of opinion that had an opinion.

"It's not a problem. Professor Reke shook his head, "Okay, take him to his study." ”

Ning Shu was a little strange, because there didn't seem to be anyone from the book department among these old professors. The reason why he chose the book department was very simple, because in his opinion, the things in writing were still much simpler than the calculations of mathematics and the complicated etiquette of etiquette.

In fact, there is no problem with the calligraphy, but last month, the old professor of the calligraphy department was old, so he handed over his resignation to the mountain chief and returned to his hometown, and now there is only one scholar surnamed Mu who came to Bailu Guozhen a year ago, and the reason why the old professors frowned after hearing that Ning Shu chose the book department is because of the remaining lecturer surnamed Mu......

Somewhat...... Not quite normal.

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"Well, this is your study, and the one next to it is the room of Mr. Scholar, you can find him if there is anything, but you often can't find him. Ling Ningshu went to the scholar who went to the residence and introduced.

"I can't find it often?" Ning Shu thought to herself, isn't it because the teaching task of this book is heavy, and Mr. Mu has to stay in the teaching house from time to time, so he doesn't live in the study? If this is the case, he will definitely have to share the pressure for his own lectures as an assistant lecturer.

When he came early in the morning, he returned the inn house, and he didn't bring much with him, so he stayed directly in the study, and after cleaning up at will, Ning Shu opened the course schedule of the study.

Then he found that in fact, there were very few courses arranged, because he was taking special courses to be admitted to Taifu, and most of them had already received their own studies, so naturally they didn't have to think like ordinary students from morning to night every day, so there was only one class every three days, and a class was only one and a half hours.

Ning Shu breathed a long sigh of relief, such a course arrangement gave him plenty of time to cultivate, in addition to cultivation, he also had a lot of time to collect clues about the black carriage.

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But he didn't expect that as a book assistant who had only passed the assessment for one day, he would have to teach the next day.

Because.

I don't know where I went.

"So unreliable?"

Ning Shu raised his eyebrows, he didn't allow him to think too much, he had to take advantage of the little time to prepare for class, he couldn't stand on the stage on the first day of class and couldn't say anything with his mouth open, although he didn't need to prepare for class with his experience, but out of respect for this new profession, he still opened the textbook.

There are a lot of things to be taught in the book course, and it is also very cumbersome, but for students who want to take the Taifu examination, there are two main courses to focus on.

"The Literary History of the Divine Dynasty" and "Introduction to the Theory of Calligraphy".

The Divine Dynasty was founded for thousands of years, and the cultural context that has been extended is naturally very large, representing an achievement of human culture.

The assessment of Taifu not only examines the literature of the Divine Dynasty, but also involves the literature of the southern countries and the five northern ethnic groups, so the preparation of the class is much more complicated than in Ping'an City before.

The little scholar of the mountain chief comforted on the side: "It's okay, Mr. Ning, the first class is familiar with the students, don't be in such a hurry to start the class, maybe if Mu Zhushu suddenly appears, you will be relaxed."

Ning Shu thought to himself that your sudden appearance is a good use, generally speaking, this kind of sudden appearance of people usually does not appear.

After a short period of simple lesson preparation, Ning Shu stepped into the threshold of the calligraphy classroom.

"Hey, a new classmate?"

"How did he get into the position of a bookteller. ”

After Ning Shu stepped onto the podium, the students below began to be noisy, and there was a heated discussion everywhere.

Because they are all students who have to take the Taifu exam, they are naturally not ordinary people who can afford to go to Bailu Guozhen, most of them are some well-educated young masters and daughters from various states, two or three years older than Ning Shu, similar to Yuan Youtao.

Ning Shu didn't speak, just stood on the podium, and his calm eyes glanced at the young boys and girls under the podium.

The little scholar who came with Ning Shu coughed when he saw this, and shouted loudly: "Quiet, quiet, Mr. Mu is not here today, this is the new Mr. Ning, and he will take this class." ”

The sound of the little book fairy tale has not fallen, and the teaching room is more lively, and the sound of chattering discussion seems to lift the roof overhead.

A group of beautifully dressed rich ladies sat together, and said with a smile: "I don't know if Mr. Xiao has a sweetheart, if not, what do you think of the sisters?"

The other person also smiled and said, "You are really not ashamed, you can do it at such a young age, sir?"

It seemed to be a siege out, and then laughed louder.

On weekdays, it is the indifferent surname Mu who lectures and teaches, which makes the young and restless boys and girls feel bored.

Any enthusiasm will subside, even if any adult in the court marries a concubine, it will be silent after ten days and half a month of going viral in the neighborhood.

Wait until the noise fades down.

Ning Shu, who was standing on the podium, smiled slightly, revealing two good-looking dimples.

This made the girls who had calmed down agitated again, bluntly saying that Mr. was cute, and even said that they wanted to rub Mr. Xiao into their arms and love him.

I saw the lovely Mr. Ning Xiao in the mouths of the rich ladies on the podium unsheath the long sword on his waist and slapped it on the podium.

The noise stopped abruptly.

The entire study room was instantly silent.

"Class. ”

Ning Shu's tone was flat, but powerful.