Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 302

The examinee next door couldn't take his eyes off Song Mingxuan's bacon. He thought for a long time, grabbed two handfuls of dry dough from the oilcloth in front of him, put them on the oilcloth where Song Mingxuan was drying the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and smiled at Song Mingxuan smiled.

Song Mingxuan knew what he meant, so he just stood up, cut a small strip of bacon with a knife, and put it on the opponent's oilcloth.

That person immediately gave Song Mingxuan a thumbs up, so the two of them improved their food today, eating bacon noodle soup.

At night, the weather was not as hot as the previous few days, but it was already freezing at night. Song Mingxuan still used the old method of putting all the clothes he brought on his body. Thinking that tomorrow would be the last exam, Song Mingxuan also relaxed. With a sigh of relief, he just fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up the next morning, Song Mingxuan also felt a little top-heavy. He still underestimated the coldness at night after autumn, and he didn't expect to be tricked if he didn't pay attention.Song Mingxuan only cleared his throat, boiled a pot of hot water and drank it, only to feel better.

It didn't take long for the soldiers to put down the papers, and the third test was on current policy theory, which young people like Song Mingxuan and Liu Bashun were actually not very good at.The way of governing the country cannot be articulated overnight. If young students like them keep talking, when the article falls into the hands of those world-class scholars, they still don’t know how to laugh at them. They are childish and ridiculous.

Therefore, Song Mingxuan's policy theory has always followed the path of the mean, only citing the words of ancient sages, and rarely expressing his own arguments, the purpose is only to avoid being criticized.But this kind of article also has a disadvantage, that is, it is too watertight, can not find faults, and naturally cannot find strengths, so it is possible to pass the test, but it is impossible to get a high score.

This time the topic is about hereditary dignitaries. When Dayong founded the country, the Taizu had conferred more than a dozen founding generals as dukes, and some of them were even hereditary titles. How many years have passed now? In the old days, the descendants of these dukes' families did not make much achievements, so the emperor decided to consign him to nobility. The court also had a fierce debate, and now it has been divided into two factions.One faction is the noble faction represented by Cheng Guogong; the other faction is the descendant faction represented by Liang Xiang.

Although Song Mingxuan had heard about this matter, he didn't expect that the Ministry of Rites would directly come up with such a topic, and he thought highly of them, a group of young talents.

Song Mingxuan looked at this topic for a long time, but he couldn't think of any solution to achieve both.The key lies in the fact that I don't know which camp the minister who graded the papers this time belongs to?As long as you stick to one idea, there is only a 50.00% probability. After thinking about it, Song Mingxuan felt that at this time, he still has to use gambling to determine his future, which is really a tangled thing.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark again, and the day passed quietly like this, Song Mingxuan put down his pen and ink, closed his eyes and rested his mind.Since neither of them can be offended, it is better to write a balanced article as before, so that there will be no mistakes.

Song Mingxuan only sighed, he has put all his eggs in one basket now, if he misses this time, I'm afraid there will be no next time.After all, Song Mingxuan still deceived his true heart, just picked up the ink stick at the side, and started to grind it lightly.

When the ink-soaked brush fell onto the rice paper, Song Mingxuan sighed heavily again, but just as he was about to write the first character, he thought of Zhao Caifeng.

Song Mingxuan put down his pen and ink again. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a big, round moon rose in the east. Song Mingxuan just remembered that today is August [-]th.It's a pity that on August [-]th of this year, he could only live alone in the dormitory.

The silver moonlight shone on the endless examination sheds of the Gong Yuan, and Song Mingxuan's thoughts that had been muddled all day finally became clear again.Why did he take the exam here on such a reunion night instead of being reunited with his family at home? Isn't it because he wants to get fame in the exam and become a marquis?If he had a noble status and was born to be hereditary, how could he be here today?
A title is a kind of honor, but if it is hereditary and can be acquired without hard work, then it will only ruin a prosperous family and make a family more and more depressed.

Song Mingxuan's brows loosened a little, and thinking of Zhao Caifeng being kidnapped by the servants of Duke Cheng's mansion, he felt as if he had been punched hard, and his whole body trembled.If it weren't for the rich and powerful to deceive others, how could Zhao Caifeng encounter such a thing?In vain, I still keep saying that I want to get justice for her, but at this time, I still think about giving in for my career!
Song Mingxuan didn't dare to think about it anymore. What is the difference between this kind of self and those scholars who only want to be officials and greedy for money, and don't care about the suffering of the people at all?Song Mingxuan slapped himself hard, punched the examination board, frowned and said, "Caifeng, I almost did something to offend you just now!"

After Song Mingxuan finished speaking, he had already made up his mind. He just picked up the pen and wrote vigorously. He felt that his thoughts were like a tide, and he couldn't stop.

Song Mingxuan rubbed his swollen brain, threw the writing brush, stretched out his hand and squeezed his own wrist, just lowered his head and read the article he just wrote, feeling more and more proud, wishing that he could immediately use those arrogant Fu's dignitaries all pushed down from the stage.

After Song Mingxuan finished reading it, he couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that he could write such impassioned words, but he felt that there were a few wordings that were really inappropriate, so he slightly revised them.

Outside the No. [-] house was Xiaoxiao Night Breeze, and a [-]th full moon was above his head. Song Mingxuan only glanced at the bright moon, wondering what Zhao Caifeng was doing at this moment.Are you also like yourself, looking at the moon and thinking about each other?
(End of this chapter)