I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 17 Malicious speculation
"Hurry is not enough, you are still young." Master Lin said warmly, patted Zhan Feiyu's head soothingly, but also understood why she was so urgent, "Xiaoyu, please rewrite these words again. ."

Zhan Feiyu was grateful for Master Lin's extra advice, but he didn't plan to relax. Only after passing the Tongsheng test could he continue to study in the future.

Grinding lightly and licking the pen hard, the lotus root-like small arms were flat, Zhan Feiyu began to copy the copybook, while Lin Fuzi, who was standing by the side, pointed out the areas that needed attention from time to time. The big characters that were originally just neat and neat gradually gained a frame and a character. .

Youshi private school is out of school, it has been three quarters of Youshi, and the sky is getting dark.

Master Lin lit the oil lamp and looked at Zhan Feiyu who was sitting beside him carefully copying the copybook. He also picked up the book and read it.

"Your father's heart is out of bounds." Wang shi frowned as he looked at the brightly lit study, and his expression became even more ugly.

It is also a bundle of [-] taels of silver, but every day after school, I teach this girl additionally, but also paste pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and copybooks and books. Those who don’t know it will think that this is the daughter of the Lin family!

"Mother, my aptitude is average, and my health is not good. Dad teaches Xiaoyu more for the family." Lin Xiuyuan and Zhan Dalang are the same age, but they have lost a lot of weight, and their complexion is also pale and sickly.

Dad was able to open a private school in the county back then, but he was run and suppressed by Zhang Xiucai of Hongyuan Private School, and finally he had to go to the village to open a private school to make a living.

Lin Xiuyuan wanted to win glory for his father, but unfortunately he was sick and weak, and the students of the private school were all children of peasant families.

In the county exam in February and July every year, facing Zhang Xiucai's various ridicule and ridicule, Lin Xiuyuan only hated himself for being incompetent. Now that his father accepted a talented student like Xiaoyu, it was normal for him to pay more attention to Xiaoyu.

Wang Shi looked at his son who was only ten months old but had already put on a jacket, and felt as distressed as a needle.

If he hadn't fallen and gave birth prematurely back then, Xiu Yuan wouldn't have been drinking medicine without learning how to breastfeed. In recent years, it has been even more cold and hot, and the sudden cold weather will always make him sick.

Holding Lin Xiuyuan's cold hand, Mrs Wang was overwhelmed by self-blame and guilt, "Xiuyuan, it's my mother who's sorry for you."

"Mother, the doctor also said that as long as I take good care of me, I'm no different from ordinary people." Lin Xiuyuan laughed open-mindedly, and helped Wang to walk into the house.

But when he looked back at the bright study, his eyes were full of envy, his body was useless, and his father's hope could only be pinned on Xiaoyu.

In the study, Master Lin checked a few large characters copied by Zhan Feiyu and nodded with satisfaction, "The two books "A Thousand Family Poems" and "The Enlightenment of Sound Rhythm" should be brought back to read first. Master Chen's poems in his early years were widely known, and every year The test poems for the county exam are all written by Master Chen himself."

The trial poems of the county exam are generally five characters and six rhymes or five characters and eight rhymes. As long as there is no problem with confrontation and rhyme, they do not pay attention to conception and literary style, but Mr. Chen likes poetry and loves poetry. item.

Compared with the children of the scholarly family who have been nurtured since childhood, the rural students are very lacking in poetry and rhyme. Master Lin also sees that Zhan Feiyu is different from other school children. She is going for the imperial examination, so poetry and prose must be caught. .

"Yes, Master." Zhan Feiyu nodded, suppressing the feeling of gratitude that surged up in her heart. She was just a seven-year-old schoolchild, and said that gratitude and repayment of gratitude are empty and will only be left in the future.

By the time Zhan Feiyu came out of the private school, it was almost dark. Fortunately, it was only a quarter of an hour away from home. Zhan Feiyu walked slowly to the village with his schoolbag on his back, right to exercise.

Suddenly, he felt a hair on his back, Zhan Feiyu looked back, there was no one on the road, but there were still people working in the fields not far away, and the forest on the left was also silent.

"Wang Wang!" The big yellow on the other end of the dirt road flew towards Zhan Feiyu with a flick of his tail.

"Rhubarb!" Zhan Feiyu shouted in a crisp voice, his short legs speeding up, Dahuang is human, and every time he comes to pick up Feiyu on the way home, this is also the reason why Boss Zhan and Mrs. Li didn't come to pick him up.

Touching Rhubarb's head, Zhan Feiyu led Rhubarb to the house arrogantly, but at this moment, in the dark forest, a hunched figure stuck his head out, staring gloomily at the one person and one dog who left.

Zhan's house.

"Mother, what happened?" Zhan Feiyu, who returned home, keenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

It was dark in the main room. In the past, candles would be lit at this time. Mother, second and third aunts mended through the lights, father would repair farm tools, and second uncle told his uncle what he saw in the county.

Putting the sweet potato and wotou on the table, Mrs. Li sat aside and said in a low voice, "Your third aunt was beaten by your milk at noon, and you are making a fuss to split up the family. In the evening, take Erlang and Niuniu back to their parents' house."

Tomorrow is the fifth day of the private school. Mrs. Li plans to take Zhan Feiyu to the county to buy paper for practicing calligraphy. She will go back to Li’s house in the morning. There are only three brothers and sisters in her family’s family. Mrs. Li is the youngest. She, Mrs. Li went back to borrow some money, and when she came back in the afternoon, she found out that Mrs. Ma was beaten by Mrs. Zhan.

Zhan Feiyu's gnawing at the head of the nest was not her speculation with the greatest malice, but after listening to the cause and effect, if it wasn't for the second house instigation, Zhan Feiyu wrote the name upside down.

"Second uncle and second aunt will not separate." Zhan Feiyu thought with a chubby face, instigating the third aunt to split up was definitely a pretense, but Zhan Feiyu couldn't figure out the purpose for a while.

Li looked at Zhan Feiyu, who frowned and looked like a little adult, and couldn't help laughing, "The county magistrate approves you to go to school. After two years, you will pass the Tongsheng test, and my mother will sell iron for you to read. down."

Dalang has been studying for four years and has not passed the county exam, but Li has secretly asked Lin before. With Xiaoyu's intelligence and diligence, he will definitely pass the children's exam in two years. By then, he will have the name of a girl, the second room. No matter how noisy, the village head and the head of the He Zhan family will never agree.

Zhan Feiyu lowered his head and continued to nibble at Wotou. The mother was still too kind. It took more than a month for the bruise on his waist to heal. At that time, the second uncle could kick out that kick coldly and ruthlessly, so how could he let himself continue to study?Once the big house is erected, how can it be a cow and a horse for the second house?

(End of this chapter)