Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 96 Can you stand shoulder to shoulder with all the child prodigies in history? Let's see now

"Everyone, please listen to my words. Since all the gentlemen want to see it quickly, it is better to ask me to read this volume for you."

"In this way, you don't need to circulate it anymore, just after you hear about it, you will judge the paper and wait."

As Shangguan Chen Shilang said this, the examiners who didn't want to lag behind others and appreciate the wonderful articles all agreed.

Chen Shilang also got the sealed answer sheet as he wished, and began to read it to the eight examiners present.

As a native of Luoyang, Chen Shilang speaks a standard Luoyang dialect, which is similar to the standard Mandarin used by news broadcasts in later generations.

Chen Shilang has a good voice, with a thick chest voice, and when he reads this "Ode to Young China", it seems so sonorous and powerful, with a strong voice.

"...If you want to speak to the young and old in the country, please speak first to the young and old. The old always think about the past, and the young always think about the future.

Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope..."

Following Chen Shilang's voice, the expressions of all the examiners changed at the same time.

Old people often think about the past, and young people often think about the future. This statement can be said to be straight to the heart, and it hits the point.

Just like the examiners present, most of them are elderly, and I feel that those words and sentences describing the elderly are really painful and aggrieved.

However, the words and sentences describing young people make people feel a burst of vitality, as if they saw themselves as a young man who was determined to forge ahead and high-spirited.

At the same time, Zhao Ji, the official, stood outside the door, raised his ears, and listened to the reciting sound coming from the room.

His hands behind his back were clenched into fists, his eyebrows were raised, and the brilliance in his eyes was probably not inferior to that of a young man.

This is the voice from the heart of a young child prodigy in the Song Dynasty, and this is the vigor that should be there.

Sure enough, it was not just because he was cute, well-behaved and sweet-mouthed that I gave him the mantle in my dream.

It's because he is exactly the young child prodigy who has the ability to manage the world and the people and has the ambition to innovate.

When the sound of Chen Shilang's recitation in the house stopped, the sound of applause from all the halls in the house came and went.

Zhao Ji, who was also listening heartily, like drinking sweet rain, clapped his fists, and said in a low voice to Wu Zhizhong, who was also standing beside him, his face flushed and his spirit high.

"Based on this piece of "Ode to Young China" alone, I am the champion, and no one in the world can criticize it."

"The official is a sage, and I also feel that this article can stimulate the enthusiasm of my Song Dynasty.

It can also let the countries know that although the Great Song Dynasty has been established for more than a hundred years, it will definitely not be like a willow in autumn.

There is still no shortage of young talents, outstanding heroes, breast-feeding tigers roaring in the valley, and beasts trembling in panic.Falcons test their wings, wind and dust spread..."

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Although Gao Zhang and his father Gao Qiu didn't return to the mansion until dusk, when they saw the green smoke rising from the backyard of the mansion.

And those servants whose faces were blackened by the smoke were running back and forth, and they knew that the battle that Huang's made today was far bigger than before.

Gao Qiu hesitated to speak, and held back his words for a long time.

"It seems that your mother has done her best for Zhang'er that you can win the first prize this year."

"Father, the child will do his best. Fortunately, the palace test will be announced tomorrow."

Gao Zhang also nodded worriedly, secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, the list was released quickly, otherwise, Gao Zhang would be worried that the burning would continue like this.

If one person is not careful, the whole Lao Gao's house might be set ablaze.

At that time, the family will be gone, and you won't be able to stand on a pile of ruins and dance to the gods to celebrate when you win the champion, right?

The Huang family, who presided over feudal superstition activities at home and worshiped the ancestors for a whole day, was also exhausted.

I heard the confident and calm guarantee from my own son, and I had my husband as proof.

Huang, who had finally dropped the boulder in his heart, couldn't bear it anymore, and went to bed early, and finally let Gao Zhang escape.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the morning of the next day, Gao Zhang, who had slept comfortably, was full of energy, and opened the door to take a deep breath full of passion.

Today is a good day for him to talk about whether someone can become shoulder to shoulder with those child prodigies who have left their names in history.

Breathing in the fresh air, Gao Zhang's eyes froze suddenly, and there was still green smoke lingering in the direction of the backyard.

It seems that Mother Huang is preparing to fight until the title of the gold list is posted before giving up.

I wanted to go over to appease my mother Huang, but after walking towards the backyard for a while, someone came to meet me.

Before people arrived, the cured meat had already appeared. Gao Zhang raised his head in confusion, and saw his own father appearing in front of him with a disheveled appearance.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Zhang'er is also up. Your mother was there early in the morning to worship the ancestors, and my father went to help. Now I have to rush to the morning court, so I ran, um, I left."

Gao Qiu turned his head and looked behind with lingering fear, as if he was afraid that the curious lady would pick up a bundle of incense and push it over.

"Well, Dad has to change into a robe, and after a while, Dad will send you to the palace gate to read the list."

Seeing his father, who was about to be smoked into a piece of old bacon, walk away quickly, Gao Zhang, who originally wanted to pay his mother's peace, couldn't help but feel a sting in his heart.

If you go by yourself, it would be strange not to have your mother catch you and have a good chat with your ancestors.

The question is, what should I talk about if I don't have much interest in feudal superstition and sacrificial activities?

Could it be that while smoking the green smoke, he had a rigorous scientific discussion with his ancestors.

How should the smoke from the ancestral grave be emitted, whether to install a smoke pipe, what is the diameter, and what is the PM2.5.

Fu An looked at his son Gao Zhang standing there for a few breaths, and couldn't help being a little strange.

"Master, it's all here, let's go over quickly, hey, that's Madam."

Gao Zhang raised his head, and saw his mother staggering out of the room with thick smoke, standing outside the room and taking deep breaths, it seemed that she was quite smoky inside.

Huang Shi happened to see Zhang'er standing not far away cutely, she couldn't help showing joy, and raised her hand in greeting.

"Zhang'er, come here quickly, give your ancestors a good obeisance, and offer a few more sticks of incense."

At the risk of severe air pollution, Gao Zhang had no choice but to bite the bullet and sneak into the ancestral hall where he could hardly open his eyes under the ardent expectation of his mother...

After smoking Yuezhuxiang Kung Fu, his father's affectionate calling came from a distance, and Gao Zhang was able to get rid of such a harsh living environment.

Humiliated, he rushed out the door a long way, and looked at the room that made him feel dazed with lingering fear.

At this moment Gao Zhang was very fortunate that he was the only child in the family.

If there are a few more reading seeds, Gao Zhang feels that the soot accumulated in the ancestral hall, scraped every now and then, can be used to make an ink ingot for writing articles with splashed ink.

Perhaps because of the severe air pollution in Gao's house, there will be a sharp increase in upper respiratory diseases among the family members.

(End of this chapter)