Dao Fruit

"Here, here are your test papers."

In the No. 1 room, Qiu Yan sat at a table. He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the examination basket, as well as some snacks and pastries, and placed them on the table. Soon, a No. 1 military officer came over with a few pieces of paper. , handed it to Qiu Yan.

"Thank you." Qiu Yan reached a certain point, took the test paper, unfolded it on the table, took a general look at it, and browsed through it.

The questions in the National Examination are similar to those in the Provincial Examination. They are still divided into classics and meanings, Mo Yi, essays and policy questions. However, these questions are set by the Ministry of Rites after negotiating with the examiners.

Just by reading through it, Qiu Yan could tell that the questions on the meaning of classics and the meaning of Mohism in this examination were much more difficult than those in the provincial examination, but they were generally similar to ordinary traditional questions and had little to do with the new law.

"Since it is an exam for kings, ministers and princesses, the questions should be related to the new law. Otherwise, how can we get scholars and establish the backbone of the reform?"

Although Qiu Yan never said anything about Wang Fu being the chief examiner, nor did he discuss it too much with others, he still had his own thoughts in his heart. He knew that Wang Fu intended to use this imperial examination to select some people who were ideologically and mentally similar. The new party is close to the seeds.

In fact, even the news that Wang Fu served as the examiner may have been deliberately released by the New Party. Otherwise, why would it be spread on the day of the Lantern Festival? Isn’t that the day when the most people flow and the news spreads the fastest?

"Revealing the news in advance is actually a hint to the candidates to try to understand the new method. But in just half a month, how many people can really understand the secrets of the new method? Only those who have such thoughts themselves, and Only those with superior understanding can show off in the examination room, and this kind of person is exactly what the new party needs.”

With this thought in mind, Qiu Yan opened the essay paper again, but what came to mind was one sentence——

If the grain is cheap, it will hurt the farmers, if it is expensive, it will hurt the farmers.

Seeing these words, Qiu Yan's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he couldn't help but think of the situation in Xingjing City.

Due to the upcoming promulgation of the Municipal Change Law, there is a raging undercurrent in the city. However, according to Qiu Yan's understanding, this statement that it is about to be promulgated is not accurate, because this new law has actually been tried out not long ago. Merchants in the city took desperate measures, hoarding food, and artificially pushing up food prices as a threat.

This is a very dangerous approach. If the Xingjing merchants were not behind it and involved the interests of all parties, how could these merchants dare to confront the state machine?

"If the grain is cheap, it will hurt the farmers, and if it is expensive, it will hurt the farmers. The farmer refers to the farmer, and the farmer is the last one among the scholars, farmers, and merchants, that is, the merchant. This statement seems to emphasize the elasticity between supply and demand. Grain is too cheap. Farmers who grow grains will naturally not be able to sell them at a high price and will suffer losses. However, if it is too expensive, merchants will be affected when collecting and selling grains, and even affect the circulation of grains. These reasons can be imagined based on reality. It’s just a superficial phenomenon after all…”

Thinking about it, he took a deep breath, then lifted up this exam paper and looked at the last one.

The last part is policy analysis.

The title of this policy review is not a sentence or a few words, but a large paragraph of text.

After Qiu Yan glanced at it, he quickly summarized the contents. In fact, the things mentioned in this paragraph are not profound. To sum up, it can be summarized in one word -

profit!

This simple word can extend many connotations, but in the final analysis, it still cannot avoid interest and money, but it is very obscure. If you have a little less understanding, you may miss it. The main reason for this , and the reason is that in today's Dali, Confucianism still advocates "disguising financial interests."

"It's interesting..."

With a flash of light in his eyes, Qiu Yan put the test paper back, then ate a piece of cake, and then began to grind it. The whole process revealed a calm feeling. After grinding the ink, he dipped it on the test paper with a pen. In the marked place, write your name and place of origin. This place will have to be anonymous afterwards.

After doing this, he kept writing and began to explain the meaning of the scriptures and the meaning of the ink.

It was only when he started writing that he felt a huge pressure, coming from both the inside and the outside. The internal one was the vast idea that was imprisoned by him, and the external one was a pure aura that seemed to want to pull him away. Excluded from the Gongyuan!

"This situation is really not good. I have to distract myself to resist the pressure of Gongyuan. It should be one of the punishments for practicing magical powers and trying to integrate into the destiny of the dynasty. Although the inner will is temporarily suppressed, it disturbs my thoughts, and The heavy pressure outside will affect my mood and physical strength. The test will last for a day. If it goes on like this, even if my cultivation is advanced, it will be slowly worn away. It seems that my time is limited and I cannot waste it at all!"

Thinking like this, he endured the pressure all his life, and his writing wandered away. He did not flinch or panic, but started to answer the questions on the examination paper!

Although these questions are more complicated and elegant than those in the provincial examination, Qiu Yan is different now from what he was in the provincial examination. Not only has his cultivation level been greatly improved, but the spirit of the saints has also broadened his horizons and improved his skills. His inner understanding, not to mention farming and reading in a hut in the forest, gave him a lot of experience, and his understanding of the classics and meanings was not the same as before.

With this stroke of pen, it was like a divine help, and words full of flesh and bones fell on the paper, revealing a firm and confident atmosphere. The blood and energy rose, and a little mist gradually filled the surrounding air, but it was not obvious yet.

………………

"Wangtou, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Qiu Yan was concentrating on the test paper, not far away, Wang He, a soldier, was talking in a low voice with a police officer beside him, saying that they wanted to exchange jurisdictions.

When monitoring the exam, each area has a fixed police officer patrolling, walking back and forth, and they cannot easily exchange positions to prevent cheating. However, the examination will last for a day, so these examination room patrols will eventually be adjusted, and there are also some unspoken rules.

Wang He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Li, I was just a little careless when checking, leaving some hidden dangers. Come to confirm and leave soon."

Wang He's statement is not necessarily special. There are similar things in every imperial examination. After all, once cheating is discovered, there will often be linkage, which forces many soldiers to confirm and remedy afterwards.

Wang He was transferred from a combat soldier and had some prestige among the police officers. After a few words, the other party agreed to temporarily exchange with him, but the duration could not be long.

"Don't worry." Wang He smiled and comforted, then took a step and walked inside.

In the rooms along the way, each candidate showed different performances. Some kept writing, some frowned and kept silent, some were confident, and some scratched their heads...

Wang He walked and looked all the way, and stopped when he came to Qiu Yan's room.

In the room, Qiu Yan was buried in his desk, writing furiously, without any pause between the turns of his wrist, revealing the artistic conception of literary thoughts like a spring.

"Qiu..." Wang He wanted to speak, but seeing Qiu Yan's appearance, he was still frightened, afraid that he would interrupt the other party's train of thought and anger him, so he swallowed the voice that came to his throat.

However, just as he stopped talking, Qiu Yan suddenly stopped writing, raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were as bright as stars, which left a deep impression on Wang He's heart.

Following that, Qiu Yan lowered his head again.

After the gaze left, Wang He returned to normal. However, when he recalled what had just happened, he seemed to be frozen. He had something in his mind but forgot to speak. But just as he was getting more and more entangled, Qiu Yan's voice rang in his heart.

This voice was vague, but it contained a strange power, which made him instantly understand Qiu Yan's meaning. He looked at the other party again in doubt and then retreated. This was Qiu Yan asking him to retreat and talk about other things after the examination.

"Someone wants to harm me and even mobilize the invigilator. Keeping this invigilator is just right as a chess piece. We can understand the reality and arrange it calmly. Since this invigilator has the intention to harm me, it should be prepared to be used up, but it has to wait until after the examination..."

Qiu Yan did not raise his head, but he knew Wang He's retreat very well. He turned his mind, then turned the test paper in front of him and put the Mo Yi question aside.

The question paper was already written, and the examination had only started for less than half an hour.

………………

"The imperial examination is worthy of being called the grand ceremony of selecting talents. The candidates in this examination hall are related to the country and the country, and their fortunes are actually connected with the dynasty."

In the palace, there stands a high mountain. This mountain has a strange shape. It is a man-made rockery built by collecting stones from all over the world. The pavilions and towers on the mountain are a place for the royal family to play. The emperor, princess, and concubines often climb up to enjoy the scenery.

But today's examination, it was still early, and the mountain was silent. Only occasionally there were heavy footsteps coming from the bottom of the mountain. It was the sound of soldiers patrolling the imperial city and their military boots stepping on the ground.

However, on the top of the mountain, there was a Taoist figure swaying. It turned out that someone was sitting on the top of the mountain. Looking into the distance, he could see the tribute hall.

Baji, Baji.

This person was watching while biting a chicken leg. His hands were full of greasy. A closer look revealed that he was a Taoist who was ragged and extremely sloppy.

He ate the chicken leg in no time, not even leaving the bones, biting it until it crunched, then grabbed his waist, took out a gourd, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine.

After doing all this, the man laughed, opened his mouth and sprayed, and mist gushed out, condensing into a ball of mist in front of him. A figure emerged from it, but it was an old man with a braid on his head.

"Ma Yi, you are so afraid of the Eighth Sage King. He said he would not let you enter the city, so you really didn't dare to enter. You have to use such means to come here."

"Wu Gou, you are still so poisonous. Xingjing is not good for Shinto. Even if I come in, I will lose half of my means. Why bother?" The old man with braids in the mist did not argue, but just shook his head, and then turned to look at the tribute hall.

"However, this examination is very important, but you can't miss it. You should see it here." (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)