I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 74 Rhubarb Disappears
In the end, Mrs. Zhan didn't go to the hospital, so she couldn't speak.

The people in Zhan Feiyu's old house of ten taels of silver had no excuse to ask for it, and could only watch the village Zheng take away the silver that he brought.

"I think my mother is burned out, and I don't even want the money that comes to the door!" Little Yao shivered around the house angrily. For ten taels of silver, the owner of the ox cart would earn a year.

"Mother, can you stop talking!" Zhan Dalang with a gloomy face, pushes away the chattering little Yao Shi irritably and goes outside.

"Dalang, where are you going in such a cold weather?" As soon as the door opened, cold light poured in, Xiao Yaoshi shivered, and just grabbed Zhan Dalang's arm but was thrown away by him.

Zhan's second son sat on the side of the fire and said without raising his head: "Okay, Dalang is in a bad mood these days, let him go."

Speaking of this little Yao Shi's fire again, he scolded him with one hand on his hip, "It's fine if you don't go to Zhang's private school, that young master Zhang still dares to kick Dalang, if you go to the private school, you won't be bullied to death!"

Thinking of the large bruise on Zhan Dalang's calf bone, Xiao Yao Shi was distressed and angry, and his face was three-pointed, "What about the son of the Xiucai family, what is the difference between being a ruffian and a rogue? Just beating people, it's not a mad dog!"

"If your words are heard, Dalang and Saburo don't need to read!" Second son Zhan scolded sharply, looking at the vulgar little Yao Shi, this stupid woman with gloomy eyes!

Xiao Yao Shi, who was scolded, was not convinced, but looking at the fierce-faced second Zhan, he opened his mouth and finally did not dare to scold again.

After a while, thinking of the current situation of the Zhan family, Xiao Yao couldn't help but speak again, "Head of the family, why don't you find a private school for Dalang, there is not only one in Shangsi County, and what business are you planning to do? Maybe we can make some money before the new year."

"Find a private school for Dalang after the new year, don't worry about setting up a stall, I know it." Zhan's second child planned to wait for Laba Festival to visit Mazhaokuai's house with gifts, and then talk about small business.

Zhan Dalang went out of the house, the cold wind blew outside, and he shivered, but he didn't want to go back, so he could only bite the bullet and go to the leeward.

"Yo, this isn't Dalang, you're not reading at home and hanging out?" A mocking laughter sounded.

Zhan Dalang looked up, but saw two people standing outside the wall of the Li family's house. The wind couldn't blow here, but it was a place where the sun could shine.

"Brother Liu, Brother Zhou." Zhan Dalang said hello, but he was very envious of these two.

Liu Fu is the only son of Widow Liu, and her mother is a widow, so she spoiled this son very much. She has never endured hardship since she was a child.

And Zhou Tian's life was much more miserable. When he was seven years old, the Zhou family caught fire, and only one Zhou Tian survived in a family of six.

With the village taking care of him, Zhou Tian, ​​who grew up on Baijia's food, did not develop a diligent and hard-working temperament. Instead, he led Liu Fu, who was three years younger than him, to do some sneaky activities.

Liu Fu smiled, and hooked Zhan Dalang's shoulder with one hand, "Dalang, what's the matter, your family has saved more than 100 taels of silver now. Why are you still sour?"

Zhou Tianhei's thin face flickered, he was in his early twenties, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the half-eldest son of Zhan Dalang, as for the money of the Zhan family.

Zhou Tian and Liu Fu were also moved before, but because they had too much money, they dared not. They stole a piece of chicken and duck, and took a piece of clothing. At most, they were scolded a few times. That's going to be jail time.

"It's not about worrying about money, my family is not short of money." Zhan Dalang raised his voice a little, with a smug look on his face, "It's about my study, that dead girl Zhan Feiyu offended Zhang Xiucai, so I can't Going to the Zhangjia private school to study is annoying."

The dog-blood sprayer who was scolded by Zhang Tianhao before was kicked twice. Zhan Dalang didn't realize it until he was angry.

At the Wenhui in Leshan Residence, Zhan Dalang didn't dare to enter the lobby, so he and some people watched from the window. Zhang Tianhao didn't dare to do anything to Zhan Feiyu, so he poured his anger on himself. Who asked him to be named Zhan too !

As soon as they heard Zhan Feiyu's name, Liu Fu and Zhou Tian looked at each other. Although they did some petty theft, they were usually in the outer village.

But it was cold, there was nothing to do in the fields, the farmers stayed at home, and neither of them dared to come and steal.

But there was no money in their hands, so the poor and crazy Liu Fu and Zhou Tian set their sights on Zhan Feiyu's house, to be exact, the seven old hens raised in her backyard. , after all, is eyeing.

In the middle of the night, the two of them took a large cloth bag sewn from their rags and planned to climb over the bamboo fence and go to the backyard to steal chickens.But in the end, the chicken was not stolen, and he was almost bitten by rhubarb. In the middle of the night, he broke out in a cold sweat, and almost fell ill when the cold wind blew.

Zhou Tian looked at Zhan Dalang, who was resentful and unwilling, and said with a cold face: "The girl is now a golden lump in the village and clan. If you dare to touch her, it will be easy to be locked in the ancestral hall."

"Dalang, let's endure it. Who asked your old Zhan family to let a girl read a movie? It's not squatting on your head." Liu Fu said that it was persuasion, more like incitement to add fuel to the fire.

Zhan Dalang is also Wo Liheng. Thinking of Zhan Feiyu, who had made a big splash at the conference, he didn't have the guts to ask him to beat people.

This coward!Liu Fu pouted his lips in disdain, but he smiled and said, "Why don't you kick the rhubarb a few feet to relieve your anger."

Zhan Dalang was stunned for a moment, yes, the dead girl's most precious rhubarb is that beast, just kicking two feet is enough!
"Brother Zhou, Brother Liu." Zhan Dalang smiled to please, rubbing his frozen hands, "It's cold, how about we eat dog meat?"

"If you don't go, Brother Liu, I don't want to eat this meat. If the little girl sues the village leader, I will be scolded." Liu Fu waved his hand in rejection.

Zhan Dalang dare not bully Zhan Feiyu, can't he bully a dog?

Zhan Dalang, who wanted to take revenge, accompanied him with a smile, "Brother Liu, you can help me. I can't catch Rhubarb by myself. If the village is really aware of it, I will bear it with all my strength!"

Not just a dog!Zhan Dalang was really not afraid, so he scolded him.Besides, if the rhubarb is killed, roasted and eaten, and the bones are buried in the mountains, who can know that it was done by himself.

The begged Liu Fu had no choice but to nod and agree, "Brother Zhou, Dalang is our brother, we will help him out of this evil!"

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The so-called hard study in the cold window means that no matter how cold it is, you have to get up from the warm bed to read, and you have to write and write a post when the water turns into ice.

When the students of the private school left, Master Lin looked at Zhan Feiyu who was left behind, and sighed: "Actually, it's better to go to the county school."

"Don't go!" He firmly refused.

Zhan Feiyu's expression changed, and he looked at Master Lin pitifully with wide eyes, his small voice dragged on for a long time, "I can't bear the Master, even if you drive me away, I will stay here and stay here."

Rao Shi Lin had always been strict when teaching students. At this time, looking at the poor little girl with a white and tender bun face, he couldn't help but soften his heart, "Forget it, then I will teach you another year as a teacher."

Zhan Feiyu nodded with a smile, but before she could be more happy, Master Lin had already started the teaching mode.

"Today, I'll talk about how to write art and literature." Lin Fuzi knew that Zhan Feiyu endorsed quickly, and he almost never forgot it, so he didn't need to worry about the scriptures and ink meanings.

Postscript questions are equivalent to fill-in-the-blank questions for points, as long as you are familiar with the books to be tested in the imperial examination, and the handwriting is clean and there are no typos.

Moyi is a short-answer question based on the meaning of the scriptures and annotations.

As for the trial poems, Master Lin did not expect Zhan Feiyu to have any poetic talent, so he could only rely on writing more poems on weekdays.

Zhan Feiyu sat upright, "Yes, Master."

"If there are enough people, who is the ruler and who is not enough? If the people are not enough, who is enough for the ruler? What is the solution?" Master Lin did not directly say how to write it, but asked first.

Zhan Feiyu thought for a moment and replied: "From "The Analects of Confucius, Yan Hui", the people are rich, you will not be rich, the people will not be rich, and you will not be really rich."

The original text is what Confucius disciple You Ruo said when he answered the question of Duke Ai of Lu, "When you are hungry, you are not enough.

Lin Fuzi continued: "The title of the art literature comes from the Four Books and Five Classics, and the interception questions that were given at the previous Wenhui were among the problems. If you don't have a thorough grasp of the Four Books and Five Classics, you won't even be able to understand the title."

Lin's words are not alarmist, on the contrary, this is the most basic part of the imperial examination.

Zhan Dalang is lazy and playful, not to mention studying for four years, that is, 14 years. If he can't memorize the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, he will be blocked from the imperial examination forever.

"Master, I remember." Zhan Feiyu nodded, and he must persevere in his daily morning reading. Who knows what kind of perverted questions the examiner will come up with, he must ensure that when he sees the question, he can think of the source, and then know the interpretation. Think about how to write articles.

"The people are rich in the bottom, and the ruler is rich in the superior. Use this sentence to break the question." Lin Fuzi's face became a little serious, and solemnly warned Zhan Feiyu, "Once the question is broken or the pattern is not high, then the examiner will not Will look down, or go straight to the next level."

This is like writing an essay. If you stray from the topic at the beginning, the grading teacher will not give a high score, even if you write a lot later.

"After breaking the question, there is the acceptance question. The so-called acceptance question is a further elaboration of the broken question sentence." Master Lin looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was listening carefully, and continued in a warm voice, "Gai Jun's wealth is hidden by the people. The people are rich. Now, do you have the right to be poor alone?"

This question can be said to be the essence, the answer is simple and clear, and the reason is thorough!The height of the article is pulled up.

After accepting the title, there is the part of policy theory, "If you have a deep meaning of the unity of the monarch and the people, in order to complain to the duke, it is also said that the monarch's blessing is to be used for the insufficiency of use: if you want to satisfy his use, he should first satisfy his people... "

In the article written by Wang Daru, Lin Confucius said that he was full of admiration for the wonderful part. He wished he could have been born decades earlier so that he could have a glimpse of the demeanor of Daru.

But Zhan Feiyu heard one head and two big.

She is not afraid of memorizing, and she is also good at explaining the meaning of the scriptures, but let her complete an article independently, and write it in the form of ancient prose, and apply the words of the sage that she recited before into the article, Zhan Feiyu grimaces, clearly Awareness of the difficulty of the imperial examination.

An hour passed like this. Through three sample essays, Master Lin explained how to write and make art essays, how to break the topic and how to accept the title, including how to close it at the end.

Looking at Zhan Feiyu who stared blankly, Master Lin took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, just write and practice more."

"Master, is there such a book for sale in the bookstore?" Zhan Feiyu asked weakly. She had a big head listening, so she could only watch Fan Wenduo to learn.

Master Lin hesitated for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "This is the reason why it is difficult for a poor family to have a noble son. The scholarly family may have records, but they are neither rumored nor borrowed."

There is a bit of disappointment, but Zhan Feiyu can also understand that in modern times, "Full Score College Entrance Examination Model Essay" can be bought in any bookstore.

But this is an ancient time that pays attention to inheritance. The classics are kept in their own study rooms, and the articles written during the imperial examinations are even more impossible to spread. Maybe some dignitaries and dignitaries have collected some articles for the younger generation, but outsiders can't see them. impossible to sell.

Leaving from the private school, Zhan Feiyu has a heavy pace and can't find a model to study. He can only write more by himself, and only hope that his "bullshit" articles will not be angry after reading the master.

"The halo of a child prodigy is about to disappear." Zhan Feiyu laughed at himself, regained his energy, and walked to the village with "A Thousand Family Poems" on his back.

It was late after the winter solstice, and Zhan Feiyu entered the yard, "Mother, I'm back."

"You're tired, go wash your hands and you'll be able to eat soon." The people from the Li family were still busy in the kitchen.

"Okay, I..." Zhan Feiyu was stunned for a moment, looked into the yard, and asked doubtfully, "Mother, where's Rhubarb?"

Every day as soon as Zhan Feiyu came back, Rhubarb ran over to greet the little master as soon as possible.

"Not in the yard?" Mrs. Li came out and shouted twice, but she still didn't see Rhubarb.

Although Jinlin Village is not small, Rhubarb is very obedient and will never run around, and the dog's ears are sensitive. When Mr. Li shouts so loudly, Rhubarb can definitely hear him.

"Rhubarb..." Zhan Feiyu didn't even put down his schoolbag, he turned around and ran out of the yard and shouted.

At this time, every household had already eaten. After all, it was dark and had to light candles for dinner. After hearing the shouts of Zhan Feiyu and Mrs. Li, several nearby households opened their courtyard doors and walked out.

"What's wrong? Da Huang is gone?" An aunt asked with concern.

"Yeah, I went to the vegetable field in the afternoon, and I was busy cooking when I came back, and I didn't notice." Mrs. Li looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was walking faster and faster, with anxiety in her eyes.

"Isn't it going to be stolen by a dog thief?" A young woman interjected yin and yang, all of whom are daughters-in-law. Li's life is so relaxed and comfortable, it will inevitably attract jealousy.

The old woman standing by the side frowned and reprimanded her daughter-in-law, "What nonsense, Rhubarb is very smart. If a stranger would have called him, I have been picking radishes at home in the afternoon, and I haven't heard Rhubarb's cry."

Zhan Feiyu's voice became hoarse, and he shouted from the head of the village to the end of the village, but he was hugged by Li when he wanted to go to the back mountain.

"Mother, let me go, I'll go to the back mountain to find it." Zhan Feiyu suppressed the discomfort and unease in his heart, and looked at Mrs. Li with red eyes and pleading, "Mother, I won't run around, let me go. "

"Xiaoyu, you can't go up the mountain when it's dark!" Li didn't let go, her voice was a little choked up, she knew that Xiaoyu liked rhubarb, but compared to her daughter's safety, rhubarb was nothing after all.

The villagers who helped also said, "Xiaoyu, your mother is right. It's too dangerous to go up the mountain. If nothing happens to Da Huang, he will definitely come back. If something happens, you won't be able to find it on the mountain."

That's right, but when he thought of what happened to Rhubarb, Zhan Feiyu burst into tears.

When she was a toddler, she regained the memories of her previous life, and Rhubarb was always by her side, the little friend who accompanied her growing up, her family!
(End of this chapter)