Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 41 0039【Style Essay】

Outside the old white members, it is the heaven of Shangbai Village.

This remark is not a joke, he just shouldered the pressure from taxes, as if nothing happened in the village.

At least, the villagers won't feel anything until the summer grain levy starts.

When this matter was brought up, Bai Chongyan was very angry: "It's shameless for the government and the common people!"

Li Hanzhang felt a little helpless when he heard that, because his father was also a tax collector, and he was also the upline of the county magistrate.

The more the county is handed over to the state, the more his father can retain, and the imperial court has already acquiesced to this.

Xiang Zhixian's only problem is that he looks too ugly.

"Don't talk about that, let's go find Zhu Dalang," Li Hanzhang avoided talking about this matter, and changed the subject, "I heard a lot of new interpretations of the scriptures yesterday, so I decided to postpone my return to Yangzhou and stay for a few more days to ask questions."

Bai Chongyan said: "Zhu Dalang has mastered the Three Classics at such a young age, it's unimaginable. I just don't know how well he writes in Shiwen."

Li Hanzhang said: "It's not vulgar at the time."

"That's not necessarily the case," Bai Chongyan said, "I'm talking about Brother Shoudao of Yangzhou Academy, I have the same knowledge as him. But when it comes to writing contemporary prose, I can't write as well as him."

Li Hanzhang sighed and said: "I am also like this. When I can't improve my essays, I always fall short in the Jinshi examination."

Chatting all the way, the two went out together.

As for Zheng Hong, the fat man was still sleeping in and didn't even get up for breakfast.

When they came to Shen Yourong's house, they could smell the stench of excrement from afar.

Bai Chongyan took a closer look, covered his nose and stepped back.

Good guy, the pile of manure was already mixed with chicken manure, but at this time it was poured with water.It doesn't count if it's drenched in water, it's like mixing cement, mix the piled up dung, and then directly rub the dung balls with your hands.

Little Zhu Xiucai, who has mastered the three classics, is sitting under the eaves of the hut at this moment, rubbing the dung balls quickly, and his hands are covered with urine and feces.

"This, this... is really out of style." Bai Chongyan exclaimed.

Zhu Ming continued to work with both hands, turned his head and looked back, with a helpless expression on his face: "I don't want to either, this is the method taught by the immortal."

Li Hanzhang was speechless: "The immortal taught you the method of rubbing dung balls?"

"Not to me, but to my father." Zhu Ming corrected.

This fairy method is too unsightly!

The two sons retreated far away, always feeling that the scene in front of them was unreal, and suspected that they hadn't woken up yet.

What a big mound of dung, all of which had to be rubbed into dung balls.

Both the father and the son were rubbing, and after rubbing forty or fifty, Zhu Guoxiang put the corn seeds into the dung balls, carefully counted the corn seeds, and then moved them to the vegetable bed.

The vegetable bed in Mrs. Shen's house has been completely leveled out.

Zhu Guoxiang ordered the dung balls from corn seeds and placed them neatly on the ground.There is also a sieve next to it, and the fine soil is sifted out and sprinkled on the dung ball, and some plant ash is sprinkled on it, and then the water is poured to make it wet.

If the climate is warm, in another two to thirty days, the corn seedlings grown from the dung balls can be picked up in the mountains for transplanting.

If you encounter a drop in temperature, you have to wait for thirty or forty days.

Zhu Ming's detached character made him rub the dung ball all morning, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.

But there is no way, I have to endure it, it's like exercising willpower.

Alas, it's better to be an official to get money quickly, farming the land to make a fortune is too much effort.

Bai Chongyan and Li Hanzhang have never seen this kind of sowing method. Although they are extremely disgusted, they can't help but want to see it.And it lasted two hours at a glance, quite like an adult man watching an excavator.

Until noon, the dung balls were finally rubbed out.

Zhu Ming washed his hands again and again, always having the illusion that they were not clean, and couldn't help but feel sad—his two girlfriends were ruthlessly defiled in this way.

Li Hanzhang went forward holding the time text, and stopped after a distance of more than one meter: "Brother Chenggong, can you read the time text for Brother Yu?"

Three points for advice, seven points for examination.

If Ju Ming is not good at current literature, Li Hanzhang will be psychologically balanced.It's like meeting a top student with perfect scores in mathematics, physics and chemistry, only to find that his composition is as ordinary as mine, which makes people feel more comfortable.

"I don't know much about Shiwen either, just take a look."

Zhu Ming took it, copied a bench, sat down, and read carefully.

After reading it, Zhu Ming asked curiously, "Do you have any fixed format for writing scriptures?"

Li Hanzhang said in detail: "To solve the problem, the original problem, the lecture, the evidence, and the conclusion. I am quite good at solving the problem, but I am not good at making the proof. I can't make it as smooth as a Jinshi essay. My Shiwen teacher also corrected it many times. But, it's just...it's easy to cause chaos just by writing. I went to the capital to take the exam twice, and the exam got harder and harder, and the teacher didn't know how to teach it."

Of course, Zhu Ming can't write stereotyped essays, but he knows the process of stereotyped essays, and he has appreciated some strange essays of the Ming Dynasty.

After carefully comparing the format, the scriptures and meanings at this time already have the prototype of stereotyped writing, but they are called differently.

The meaning of the scriptures: Breaking the topic, original topic, lecture topic, proof, ending.

Stereotype essay: breaking the topic, accepting the topic, starting the lecture, (entering the topic, starting the section, middle section, back section, closing section), and conclusion.

The biggest difference is that in the formal discussion part, the classics and meanings of the Song Dynasty can be played freely, while the stereotyped essays of the Ming Dynasty are subdivided into several steps.

Zhu Ming didn't know what to say, so he asked again, "Did you bring a model essay?"

Bai Chongyan handed over "Selected Works of the Times": "The good articles of the past ten years are all here."

Zhu Ming casually flipped to the middle and chose an article to read.

It is a pity that although the writing is very good, it does not conform to the stereotyped format, and it will definitely fail the ranking in the Ming Dynasty.

Look at the second article again, the same is true.

After reading the ninth chapter, the stereotyped format finally appeared. Zhu Ming said: "Research ink."

Bai Chongyan subconsciously ran to study ink, and while studying, he felt something was wrong, why did he listen to Zhu Dalang so much?

It doesn't matter, let's study the ink first.

Zhu Ming took a child's brush and drew vertical lines directly on the article.

Mark a paragraph and mark it "Enter".Draw another paragraph and mark "starting stock".Draw another paragraph and mark "China Stock"...

After marking everything, Zhu Ming handed the book back: "Maybe it will be much easier to write the article according to this format. Hmm... I am also blind, maybe I am wrong."

The two young masters stared at the articles and marks to study carefully, and then compared with other sample essays in the book, they quickly noticed that there was something wrong.

Bai Chongyan said: "This subdivided format seems to be easier to write."

Li Hanzhang frowned and said: "It is indeed easier, but the division is too detailed, and there is no room for development."

"You can't say that," Bai Chongyan retorted, "Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. No matter how detailed the division is, what to write depends on our knowledge."

To put it bluntly, there is no format at all in the argumentation process of Jing Yiwen, and candidates can freely use it.Literary talent is good, can write hype.Those with poor literary talent can hardly stand out.

As for the stereotyped essay, the format is subdivided, and the requirements for the text are not so high. The disadvantage is that it makes people feel at a loss.

It depends on how these two choose.

In the afternoon of that day, they carefully wrote a time essay according to the stereotyped essay format.

The effect can be described as immediate, and the level of the article is improving visible to the naked eye.

Li Hanzhang suddenly said: "Don't tell others."

Bai Chongyan immediately understood: "Yes, you can't say it."

Both of them are not stupid, this routine must be hidden, if one more person knows, they will have one more competitor.

Putting down the article and being silent for a long time, Li Hanzhang asked: "I'm afraid the Zhu family and his son are not as simple as a sea merchant?"

"Indeed," Bai Chongyan said, "I'm afraid the scholarly family offended some powerful person and fled here from Guangnan to avoid disaster."

Li Hanzhang said: "No matter what the origin is, I have accepted his love. If I really pass the Jinshi exam, I will be rewarded in the future."

Bai Chongyan said: "I would like to see what their seedlings will look like sooner rather than later."

In fact, it doesn't look like much.

The two practiced Shiwen every day, and Fatty Zheng pestered him to listen to stories every day, and the seedlings in the rice fields finally germinated.

Occasionally, villagers passing by the seedling field thought that Mr. Zhu had overturned his car.

Zhu Guoxiang's method of raising seedlings, compared with the traditional method, not only did not find any benefits, even the seedlings grew very slowly.

In the eyes of villagers who are good at farming, these seedlings have been abandoned.

If it grows slowly, it means that the roots are not good.

If the roots are not good, they will not be able to tolerate drought in the future, and the amount of fertilizer should be increased, otherwise they will not be able to produce full ears.

Lu An couldn't help it, and ran to report the news: "Master, the surname Zhu is a liar, and the seedlings he bred are shallow and weak at first glance!"

"Let him continue planting, and we will talk about it when the rice is harvested."

The focus of the old white members is no longer on this.

The collection of summer grain in Hanzhong starts in May and lasts until the end of July.The land tax that was in arrears in previous years should be handed in together with Xia Liang.

Asking the landlords to apportion to the county magistrate is tantamount to asking the landlords to urge taxes. Regardless of whether the collection is enough, the landlords have to pay the promised taxes.

The old white members didn't want to be villains, so the five Baiford brothers had to help.

He has asked Bai Erlang, who is the secretary, to disqualify the Bai family brothers from the long name Yaqian.The next step is to turn into the Luncha Yaqian, responsible for tax collection and compensation, and let them charge forward.

The accident happened again.

The errands of the five brothers of the Bai family were cancelled, and they heard the news that the taxes owed in previous years would be collected.They, who have assisted in tax collection for a long time, instantly understood what it meant, and then... ran away!
I don't want any of the family's real estate or land property, I just took some floating money, took my wife and belt and ran away overnight, and the whole family fled to Heifengzhai to become a bandit.

Outside the old white members, a little dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)