Jinyi champion

Chapter 30 The First Meeting of Lu Bing
The purpose of Lu Dianzhang's coming here was mainly to support his own children, but when the magistrate of Jing said that the boy who caused the accident was his son, his momentum suddenly weakened.

It is normal for Jing Zhongkuan to visit King Xing. King Xing can put on airs for the county magistrate, but the officials of King Xing's mansion are not qualified to do so.

If I want to live in Anlu for a long time, I need to rely on the local parents and officials.

King Xing is separated from the local political system. You are an official of the royal palace, and your authority is limited to one-third of an acre of land in King Xing's mansion. If you offend the local officials, will you still be in trouble in the future?

The Zaoli of the county government comes to your house every day to make trouble, and asks if you can bear it?

Relying on the backing of Prince Xing's Mansion?

King Xing has no time to meddle in your business!
Zhang Zuo greeted Jing Zhongkuan with a smile, then said that the selection was about to start, and politely issued an order to expel the guest.

Jing Zhongkuan was not an ignorant person, so he gave his son a firm look, and then, accompanied by Lu Dianzhang and others, he went to the east gate of the palace.

The selection test begins when Zhang Zuo reappears.

At this time, the guards of the palace had moved tables one by one and placed them under the shade of the big elm tree. Every two children sat at one table. They were all small long tables without stools. On the tables were placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones. He is so tall that he can basically only write while standing.

For the children who came to apply for the selection, the written test was basically predictable, but they were still at a loss.

For example, the four-year-old kid from the Lu family, with his head sticking out of the table and holding a writing brush high in his hand, probably couldn't see what he was writing. Fortunately, the guard standing beside him quickly found a stone for him to use as a cushion.

The person at the table with Zhu Hao is the son of Jingzhi County.

"Applying for the election at such a young age is too self-sufficient... It is considered good for a little old child to know a few words, and let him write? Hmph!"

Mr. Jing obviously disdains the kid from the Lu family.

No way, who made him the magistrate's son?Last night, his father hosted a special banquet for several officials of the palace to take care of his son.

Zhang Zuo walked under the big elm tree, and said with a smile: "You are here to be selected as companions in the palace. I think you have made all the preparations, and you are going to write the questions now... Listen carefully, and write down the first ten sentences of "The Analects" silently. It must be neat and there must be no deviation..."

Before Zhang Zuo finished speaking here, Mr. Jing has already started to work on the questions.

This is called first strike first.

Writing from dictation may be the least technical exam. It depends entirely on your knowledge. The faster you write, the more neat you are, and the best without mistakes.

For the candidates present, this exam is not difficult, and they start to write one by one.Zhu Hao belongs to the kind of person who is more leisurely and carefree, and he still has the mind to observe the state of the "examiners" present, so as to judge the situation.What he cares most about are the two related households - Mr. Jing and the young master of the Lu family.

For a four-year-old child, this question is seriously "over the top", but the young master of the Lu family still picks up a pen to write and draw on paper.

Weird!
Could it be that someone leaked the topic so that he could prepare in advance?

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How to count as one sentence in the first ten sentences of "The Analects of Confucius" is a question.

There are no punctuation marks in this era, and the sages cannot pause in their speeches. Even in the imperial examinations, you can’t just utter a few words, but complete sentences. This requires the knowledge reserve of the test-taking boys.

All this was not difficult for Zhu Hao, so he was ready to write immediately.

The handwriting needs to be designed, it can't be too neat, after all, with his calligraphy skills in the previous life, and the diligent practice since time travel, no matter seal script, official script, regular script, running script, or even cursive script, they can be trusted.

But if the performance is too amazing, it will not look like a child's writing at first glance, but it will cause unnecessary trouble, and if it is too sloppy, it will appear that you are not good enough.

This requires a good grasp of the degree.

After a little thought, Zhu Hao made up his mind. He should not only ensure that his handwriting looks neat, but also not reflect too high calligraphy attainments, and then make some small changes in the handwriting, so as not to involve the expression of the brushwork as much as possible. It looks good, but it doesn't look good. It still looks like a child's writing...

Just when Zhu Hao wrote a few words one after another, and was very satisfied with the "children's body" he had created, his subordinates were already using their pens like flying.

Mr. Jing was very confident at first, and felt that no one surpassed him, but when he glanced at his deskmate who came first, his writing speed was obviously more than twice as fast as his, so he suddenly became nervous and tried to write as fast as possible.

For ordinary children, no matter how good their calligraphy skills are, it is inevitable that their strokes will be scribbled and out of shape if they write quickly.

"Slow down, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

Zhu Hao heard the rapid breathing from the side, glanced sideways, and said to Mr. Jing with a smile.

Mr. Jing rolled his eyes back, then turned his head and continued writing.

But here, Zhu Hao had successfully written the first ten sentences to the point where he was about to write. He wanted to wait to avoid being suspected of writing too quickly, but at this time the examiner Zhang Zuo walked up to him and stopped to look at him.

This time, he didn't need to hide anything anymore, so he simply finished the last sentence.

"Sir, I'm done." Zhu Hao put down the brush.

Zhang Zuo's eyes fell on Zhu Hao's words, and he nodded approvingly: "Very good, how old are you?"

"Eight years old."

Zhu Hao answered very naturally.

"With such calligraphy skills at the age of eight, the future is limitless...well, with willow style..." Zhang Zuo nodded repeatedly.

The official of the royal family who came to invigilate the exam with Zhang Zuo came over and looked at Zhu Hao's handwriting, and he was full of praise: "Good handwriting, even many seniors may not be able to write such a handwriting, and the speed is so fast."

The exam was not formal, and before the final marking, the examiner praised one of the candidates, which seemed very unusual.

Zhu Hao was not a little happy, but worried, don't you want to kill me?

In terms of the relationship with the palace, I only had secret contacts with Zhu San and Zhu Si, but the two children did not participate in the invigilation, so it all depends on my own ability, but there are so many related households present...

This kind of examination itself is to choose playmates for the little prince. People use their connections to select their own people, which doesn't seem to be a distinction between public and private.

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The first test is over.

A small half of the students either didn't write when Zhang Zuo called to stop, or they had typos or didn't see what they wrote, and they were on the verge of being eliminated.

Many related households have insufficient knowledge reserves, thinking that they can get to the top by relying on their sophistication, but they don't know that the palace is still very well-mannered, at least young master Lu... is young, and he can write all the words silently.

Regardless of whether someone is a related household or not, just this rigorous attitude... is worthy of admiration.

A total of [-] people passed the first assessment.

Generally speaking, there are still quite a lot of people who pass the level, and only about one-third of them are brushed down.

Mr. Jing was the second to hand in the paper. He thought he would get some compliments, but found that Zhang Zuo and others didn't comment on his writing, so he shifted his attention from the young master of the Lu family to Zhu Hao.

"Don't be discouraged if you haven't finished it. Follow the uncle next to you out of the house. Someone will give you a small basket at the door. You can open it when you get home."

Zhang Zuo arranged for the guards to lead the eliminated candidates out of the palace.

Obviously, King Xing did not intend to treat these test-taking boys badly. Even if he failed the test, he would give some "consolation prizes". Only the losers knew what was in the small basket, and Zhu Hao didn't want to find out.

"Wait for the rest, and another gentleman will come to take the exam later!"

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Intermission.

Zhang Zuo took people away, leaving behind a few guards from the Imperial Guard Department to maintain order.

Many of the children know each other, even if they are not familiar with each other, it only takes a few sentences for the children to establish a relationship, there are not so many city government and interest entanglements, and they will soon gather together in small groups to talk and play.

Mr. Jing stared at Zhu Hao with piercing eyes: "Who did you study under? Why did you write so fast?"

Zhu Hao pretended to have no city in his chest, and said with a smile: "You write very quickly, I just often write these sentences silently, maybe I can write them smoothly."

"Huh? Did someone tell you the topic in advance?" Mr. Jing's eyes lit up, and he immediately found an excuse for his failure, and regarded Zhu Hao as a related party.

Zhu Hao thought for a while, he was really a relative, so he was the one who started the selection.

But this relationship...

"Do whatever you want."

Zhu Hao shook his head, but did not answer directly.

Mr. Jing made a fuss with the boss and was bored, and glared at Mr. Lu, who was only four years old and had no one to play with, and said sharply: "Hey, crying brat, how can you write those sentences silently at your age? Who taught you?" yours?"

The tone is sharp and aggressive!

Young Master Lu's face showed timidity again, he turned his head to look around, and it seemed that he wanted to file a complaint again and seek the support of an adult.

Zhu Hao made a relief: "If someone dares to come here for reference, isn't being able to recite and write silently a basic quality one should have? Why are you so fierce?"

The young master of the Lu family was very scared at first, and his small eyes were looking for Lu Dianzhan everywhere. When he heard Zhu Hao's words, he instantly looked at Zhu Hao with moving little eyes. backing.

Mr. Jing just snorted softly and didn't speak.

Zhu Hao looked at Young Master Lu, and asked with a smile, "Is your surname Lu?"

"Ah."

Young Master Lu regarded Zhu Hao as a friend and nodded his head like a pest.

"What's your name?" Zhu Hao asked again.

Young Master Lu answered seriously: "My name is Lu Bing. My father and mother both work in the palace. I...I also want to enter the palace and be a book boy for the prince..."

(End of this chapter)