It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

Old Master Kang Ren is indeed as ecstatic as if he had taken an aphrodisiac. This time is indeed his happiest time. Even if the autumn wind blows now, it can't get rid of the sincere gratification and feeling of good self on his face. happiness.

As a master, the happiest thing is that there are peaches and plums all over the world, and nothing is more than that my disciples are talented and responsible, and can leave their names in this world.The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their traces. Even in this small Songhe Academy, this is also a sign that the young eagles are starting to take off.

What I hold in my hand is the excellent works selected by the masters during this inspection. The entry test of Songhe Academy is very strict, although some of them, such as Li Dajun, came to study or kill time for one reason or another. Student, Old Master Kang Ren treated all these people as ignorance.Therefore, the level of the students of Songhe Academy is also very high, and every time they are tested, there will be one or two excellent works.

For literati, appreciating those poems is like drinking fine wine, which makes people feel refreshed. Now, Mrs. Kang’s face is flushed, and the excitement is obvious. Holding the carefully selected poems in his hand, he is very excited. With a loud voice that surpassed his somewhat thin body, it enveloped the entire garden in an instant,

"Well, good poem, this one can be regarded as a masterpiece."

The surprise in the voice was about to overflow, and following his words, all the students in the field raised their heads and stared at the paper in Old Master Kang's hands. Old Master Kang couldn't stand the big scene. Of course he knew what they meant. After all, everyone hoped that what they held in their hands was written by themselves, full of anticipation and eagerness.

Even Kong Qingyun, who was watching the play, and Li Dajun, who had already spoiled a pot of rats, all raised their heads. Li Dajun sneered at the excellent works that the old master said, and she was very impressed with the level of these so-called classmates. It's clear, or there may be some talent, but it's impossible to reach the point of stunning people at first glance.

I couldn't help but think of a figure in my mind, and I couldn't help wrinkling my nose. Although I admire his talent, but after all, he offended her eldest lady in the morning, hmph, she wouldn't say good things about him.Even if it feels like there is no one here who can compare to him.

The students in the audience could stare at him without blinking. Seeing this, Kang Ren smiled understandingly. At this moment, he knew that if he continued to talk nonsense, he might be kicked off the stage by the students below. The most unbearable thing, and under the anger of the heroes, he, a bad old man, had no choice but to compromise.

"Huh? Looks like this is here!"

As soon as they walked to the entrance of the garden, Zhang Yang and Zhang Yang heard the excited voice of Old Master Kang Ren. This voice, which was somewhat vicissitudes but full of enthusiasm, was like the sound of nature. When they looked at each other, they could see the surprise in each other's eyes. .

After all, they have already walked almost the entire academy, and no one found it. This kind of unimaginable thing makes people feel a little creepy, not to mention the ugly and hoarse bird chirping, which makes this place very strange. It was full of a gloomy feeling, if no one could get to this last place, then Zhang Yang almost thought this place was a fierce place, haunted by ghosts!

Fortunately, Old Master Kang invisibly saved them once. For this old man who knew how excited and passionate he was, Young Master Zhang gave him a good impression. Of course, he had no ulterior motives to tell others.

Zhao Zijian obviously breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was not going well today. Just now, he already wanted to propose a proposal to go back. Although Songhe Academy had a reason for him to come, since the departure till now, All the unreasonable things made Zhao Zijian think that it was his wishful thinking that God couldn't see, yes, he is just a small person, isn't he?Since you can't get it, why bother to be persistent? What's the difference between such a result and self-inflicted humiliation?

There is no one in the huge academy, so he doesn't even have to look for reasons. Now he doesn't need to think about whether he can get that elusive extra test even if Young Master Zhang comes forward, so what if he can?Can he really pass?Zhao Zijian was a little disheartened in his heart. People always waver in what they insist on after being hit by multiple blows, and Zhao Zijian is obviously one of them.

Fortunately, at the last moment when he was about to give up, Old Master Kang's voice floated over, and Zhao Zijian trembled. He still had a chance. Fortunately, he didn't give up.Grinning, this simple movement is so difficult to do now, Zhang Dashao's masterpiece is still displayed in the world, his face is swollen like a pig's head, this movement makes him very uncomfortable and painful, but in his heart, hope is raised again.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Zijian followed in the footsteps of Young Master Zhang and walked into the garden.

This should be the garden of the academy, with a lot of vegetation planted. If you look at it in spring, it will be green, everything is revived, and full of vitality; if you look at it in summer, it will be colorful, enthusiastic and unrestrained. But now it is autumn.

Autumn is a harvest season. The ripe fruit exudes a strong fragrance, which is mouth-watering and mouth-watering, but these only exist in fantasy.

This is a garden, not an orchard. The trees planted in it are bare at this time, and occasionally there are a few yellow leaves. Because they are nostalgic for the loneliness and coldness in the high place, they have no intention of returning to their roots. They are still stubborn and stubborn. On the branches, blown by the wind, they are crumbling, adding a sense of bleakness to the whole autumn garden.

Along the entrance, there is a path paved with pure white cobblestones, which is not very wide, with winding eyes all the way, walking along this path, with a fragrance of flowers in the nose, and a burning flame in front of the eyes, but it is Clusters of yellow chrysanthemums in full bloom compete for beauty.

As the path turned, Zhang Yang saw a high platform not far ahead. At this moment, a thin old man was holding a piece of paper in his hand with a red face, and was reading something written on it loudly. Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile, no wonder he couldn't see a single person, so they all came here.

There are many students sitting under the stage, according to visual inspection, there are more than 100 people, which is considered a lot in ancient academies. Reading has always been a matter for the privileged class of the upper class.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high; there are great Confucians in talking and laughing, and there is no white man in communication.

Scholars had a high status in ancient times. Compared with the college students flying all over the sky in later generations in order to find a job that can make a living, they are living in heaven!Even later, there was a law that the scholar-bureaucrats could not be punished. This made these scholars even more popular.

Moreover, in the Tang Dynasty, the children of merchants were not allowed to take part in scientific examinations. This reduced the enthusiasm of the children of merchants who had a lot of money to study. It is enough to find a down-and-out scholar at home.However, most of the common people who are allowed to participate in it are because of the embarrassment of life, and they really can't come up with those bundles to let their children go to school. What's more, as a boy, many of them are already the labor of the family. Of course, there is a lot of farm work waiting for them to do, where is the time to shake their heads and think about what they are talking about?

It is for this reason that most of the academies do not have many students, and some have only a few, which are the same size as private schools run by families.

So when he saw these people, Zhang Yang was a little surprised, but Songhe Academy's reputation in Chang'an and Datang naturally attracted those students to come, there is no shortage of students, there are so many people It's also normal. If there is no such strict and abnormally strict entrance qualification examination, I believe the number of people will be even more.

"Qiu Xiang used to be in Sao Ren Fu,

In the evening festival, the good news is passed on to the family today.

It's not that if the west wind stays with guests,

The plum blossoms have faded after a long time. "

After finally finishing reading this poem, Mrs. Kang still closed his eyes to recollect it, as if he had eaten a delicious meal, which made his mouth water and attracted nostalgia.Shaking his head slightly, with his beard up and down, being blown by the wind, he has the demeanor of a hermit, but in the eyes of Young Master Zhang, this old man is no different from pretending, and it's not written by you, so proud What?Young Master Zhang was very disdainful.

Although this poem is indeed good, isn't it just a trick in front of this young master, the number one talented scholar in the Tang Dynasty?As soon as Chrysostom opened thousands of beautiful poems, which one is worse than this?After all, I have a huge cheating tool, and the poems that have been passed down through the ages are in my head, how can I fall in love with these?As for the origin of those poems, Young Master Zhang has already decided to accept them all. After all, he, a little butterfly, is the one who fanned the flames in the Tang Dynasty. Maybe those later poetry sages, together with the great gods and little gods I have no chance to appear on the stage. I do this to move those poems that will never see the sun to a place where the sun shines, so that they can bloom with their own light.

For my selfless dedication, I have always taken the initiative to do this kind of voluntary labor and never refused.

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhang shook his head, and looked like Old Master Kang on the stage, raising his head high. Of course, Old Master Kang had an intoxicated expression on his face, but what Young Master Zhang made could only be arrogant and conceited. People were born to beat that high face, as if looking at them with disdain, this is purely for kicking the game.

Standing tall, you can see far. If you want to see far away, you can go to a higher level. This is really true. Mr. Kang on the stage quickly discovered that Zhang Dashao and Zhao Zijian are two different people. After all, Songhe Academy Students wear clothes of the same color and style, which helps to improve the friendship between students and strengthen their cohesion.

But now, although Zhang and Young Master are also dressed as students, the color and style of their clothes are very different from the students of the Academy. Besides, these two people are completely new faces. As a master, they have a deep impression on the students under him Very deep, after all, there is such a saying in this era, a teacher for a day, a father for life!Heaven, earth, king, relatives, teachers, these five characters have the word "teacher".

As a teacher who is equivalent to his father, how can he not remember the appearance of his students?So, where did these two come from?