I studied abroad in modern times

In the waterside pavilion, the teenagers who had handed in their papers were staring at a white wall in front of them. Behind the wall was a room full of bookshelves.

In the middle of the room, there was a black wooden desk. Mr. Shen and Butler Wu stood in front of the desk, looking down at everyone's answer sheets.

For a long time, the two of them looked at each other, shaking their heads and sighing.

"Most people didn't even remember one-tenth of it. The better ones probably only remembered two or three percent."

Manager Wu smiled bitterly.

Mr. Shen picked through the pile of paper and took out four answer sheets.

"About 40% of those who can remember them are considered good candidates."

Butler Wu picked up the answer sheets and looked at them, nodded, and then sighed: "Sir, you are right, these are the three children, and there is another one who has been studying for six or seven years."

"It's normal." Mr. Shen was not surprised: "Except for those real geniuses, the more they learn, the better they learn. If nothing else, after studying for a few years, you have more or less mastered the method of memorizing. ”

"As for geniuses who are born with knowledge, how can it be so easy to encounter them?"

As he spoke, he casually rummaged through the pile of papers.

After a while, he held an answer sheet and frowned slightly.

"Hey, is there any leftover pearl?" Manager Wu looked at his expression and curiously poked his head over to take a look, and then felt that the answer sheet looked particularly familiar.

"Isn't this, isn't that... Zheng Fa's?"

Manager Wu was deeply impressed by Zheng Fa.

He even paid special attention to the other party's answer sheet. After reading it, he had a feeling - what the hell!

Not a single word is correct!

Recalling the way he had sworn before that Zheng Fa had something in his stomach, Manager Wu had been through a lot and felt slightly embarrassed.

Mr. Shen ignored him and just looked at the test paper silently for a long time. Then he suddenly raised his head and suddenly raised his hands towards him and said, "Brother Wu, I have seen your discerning eyes!"

"..." Manager Wu lowered his head and looked at Zheng Fa's answer sheet again. Looking left and right, he felt it was irritating to his eyes. Of course, his face darkened: "Mr. Shen, I know you are here to test the scholar, which is called killing chickens." You are angry when you use a bullshit, but you are not being honest with me! We are all following orders."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Mr. Shen waved his hands and explained more sincerely: "I really admire your vision!"

How could Manager Wu believe his lies? He just felt that this scholar had a knack for making people angry. Who could stand this if he mocked him in a serious manner?

"Yes! I know, I was wrong! I shouldn't have taken a fancy to this boy named Zheng. I am blind today, right?"

"Brother Wu, you don't know something. There is something extraordinary about Zheng Fa's answer sheet!"

"What's so extraordinary? It seems like so many words have been written, but not even one word is right..."

Facing Zheng Fa's appalling answer sheet, Butler Wu felt that Mr. Shen was scolding himself for being blind.

"That's half a word right!" Mr. Shen clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"……ah?"

Mr. Shen put Zheng Fa’s answer sheet aside, took out the original text of the Qing Jing Sutra, and compared the two.

"Have you noticed?"

"What?"

"This Qing Jing Sutra written by Zheng Fa. At first glance, not a single word is correct, but look carefully!" Mr. Shen pointed to Zheng Fa's answer sheet with one hand and the original text with one hand, comparing each word. right.

"...Is it really just half a word?"

It took Steward Wu a long time to figure it out.

Zheng Fa's answer sheet was very strange. In almost every word, he only wrote part of it correctly.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to even understand what is written on this paper.

"What did you see?" Mr. Shen sounded a little excited.

"I see...a desperate but hard-working illiterate?"

"...It shows that this child is really talented!" Mr. Shen pointed to Zheng Fa's answer sheet and said: "Although the words written are all wrong, if you compare them, he wrote almost 90% of the original text correctly!"

"Photographic memory?" Butler Wu somewhat understood what Mr. Shen meant.

"Yes, the only explanation for how a person who can't read can remember these words in such a short period of time can only be explained by his photographic memory."

"It turns out you are really not mocking me..."

"Of course not! Although photographic memory is somewhat strange, to be honest, I have never heard of such a person, but there is one thing that actually makes me feel that this person is extraordinary."

"What?" Manager Wu also became interested.

"Look, each of the words he wrote seems to be lacking in strokes. But if I think about it more carefully, I find that the words he wrote actually have their own rules. I even have a feeling-every word, He has his own way of writing, and this way of writing almost retains the essence of the word itself."

Manager Wu didn't believe it after hearing this.

Create a font on your own?

This cannot be explained by a genius, this is called a monster.

"Is it possible that he just didn't remember the right glyph?"

"This..." From the bottom of his heart, Mr. Shen also felt that what Manager Wu said made sense, and his own conjecture was too nonsense.

Thinking of this, Mr. Shen shook his head: "No matter how you put it, in terms of talent, I think Zheng Fa should be the number one among this group of people."

Manager Wu was delighted when he heard this: "Let me tell you, with my eyes, I can't see wrong! This guy is a talent!"

"But it can be seen from this answer sheet that his family is generally average. He has not gone to school and is old. Some of his talents may not be successful in a short time. I am afraid that my wife will not look down on him." Mr. Shen is a little pity. road.

At this time, it was Manager Wu who put Zheng Fa's answer sheet into the four answer sheets that had been picked out before and held it in his hand.

"You don't know our madam at all." He smiled and walked outside: "For madam..."

"Family background," he pointed at the young men who were still waiting eagerly through the wall: "These people may be poor or rich, but they are just the children of servants."

"Knowledge," he turned around and pointed at himself and then at Mr. Shen: "That's all. Use what is useful and replace it if it is not useful."

"I bet that among these people, the one chosen will definitely be this boy named Zheng. Madam, we cherish talents."

He took a few answer sheets and walked deep into the mansion, past the lotus pond and through the back garden.

Until we came to a two-story building.

Upstairs, there is the sound of silk and bamboo.

He walked up the agarwood stairs to the second floor. The second floor was heavily curtained. Through the gauze curtains, he could see a soft and graceful figure lying on a wide low couch.

The woman supported her head with one hand, listening to the performance of the three young girls in the corner, and lazily playing with the gold hairpin in her hand.

Butler Wu didn't dare to raise his eyes or make a sound.

Just stood quietly in front of the curtain.

After a long time, the song ended.

The woman raised her hand and gently hit the jade ring hanging on the curtain with the golden hairpin in her hand.

Dang~

The clear voice penetrated the layers of curtains.

Butler Wu knew that he could speak.

"Madam, today I am selecting a book boy for the Seventh Young Master. There are some answer papers that I can pass by. I have brought them here."

Dang~

A girl walked out slowly, took the answer sheet from Butler Wu's hand, and turned back to the front.

He handed a few answer sheets to the person who collapsed.