Wanping City is like a grand pass in the southwest of the capital. It is more than 600 meters long from east to west and more than 300 meters wide from north to south, and a total area of ​​more than 200,000 square meters.

There are Wengcheng and Luocheng in the city, with no gates in the north and south, and the two cities are open from east to west, Shunzhi, Yongchang, suburban markets, dense villages and towns. The Lugou Bridge to the west spans the Yongding River. It carries the footsteps of Marco Polo in the 13th century and the footsteps of countless caravan scholars.

On this day, the restaurants, teahouses, wine shops and crowds of people approaching the Confucius Temple.

Some people who failed the exam beat their chests and stamped their feet, cried loudly, some were lost and drown their sorrows by drinking. People who were selected for the scientific examination also had a sense of superiority, some wrote poems to mock others, and some were proud and complacent. Confucianism is so ugly that it is so ugly.

Wei Wuzhi, a student from Liangxiang, was also among the best. This person is famous in his hometown. Few people laughed at his name as "ignorant". It is said that he has a great origin. In the "Analects of Confucius, Zihan", Confucius said, "Is there Zhihu? There is also ignorance. Some people ask me about it, and it is empty. I knock on both ends and exhausted it."

Therefore, according to the explanation of Confucius, "ignorance" is actually a kind of humility and good thing. Even if some scholars in private disrespect the saints, insult Confucius and Mencius, and even mock Wei Wuzhi with the word "ignorance", he did not think it was offensive.

In the shops, there are spacious lobbys, and there are groups of friends in groups, and the topics of discussion are all this time. Guys, bartenders, and tea shops are shuttled back and forth.

"Brother Wei, Jia Zili, the number one prodigy in Dashun, has passed the test. It is said that his face is unclean and is stained with ink. I have never seen his paper. I wonder why Master Xuezheng will take him?"

Wei Wuzhi smiled gently: "I have read Jia Zili's current writings and poems. Although they are not very good, they are not criticized. It is very fair to set them in the top ten. The unclean section of the book is an unintentional act. It is said that it was disturbed by Sima Feijian, who was sitting in the same seat... But his poem has spread..."

"So that's the case. What a wonderful writing. Please tell me Brother Wei clearly and let me listen carefully."

Wei Wuzhi gently shook Xiangfei's bamboo fan: "Jia Zili's poem says: The treasure is hidden in the mountains, but it is by the water. A crystal palace is built on the top of the mountain, the peaks of the mountain are sharp, and the beads are built on the top of the tree. This time, the boatman fell to the cliff and told the sky, leaving some leashes, so he can see with his friends!"

"This poem is indeed wonderful. It is 'misunderstood but is by the water', and it is not his fault that he knocked over the ink, but it is an unintentional move. If the eight-part writing poem is passed, the paper will be forgiven for being unclear. No one will blame Liu Xuetai."

"I am still worried about learning from the National Taiwan University. The paper is unclear and can be judged as inferior, but Jia Zili Pavilion is practicing well. I saw this reply from a poem, and this matter must have spread. Another story of literati is good." Wei Wu knew.

"Oh? It's He Shi? Let's listen to it. It can not only bring you the blessings, but also give the unselected colleagues a reference."

Wei Wuzhi chuckled and said, "Liu Xuetai's poem says: The treasure is crossing the mountain, and suddenly it is on the water. The woodcutter talks about the fisherman. Although the poems are poor, the writing is good, so how can he put them under others? It is common to climb high and fear danger, but how can you see a water stream killing?"

"Rare! Rare! This is a good story!"

"Zhu Qingyu recently tried to go to Zhangshui tribe: I filled in red candles in the bridal chamber yesterday, and waited for the morning hall to worship my uncle and aunt. After makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, "When the thrush is in the depth of the painting, there is no time when Zhangshui tribe replied to his poem, and Zhu Qingyu's reputation was greatly shocked. Today, Jia Zili's move is similar to the same thing."

"The most rare thing is that Brother Wei is a cousin of Senior Brother Luo. He complains directly about things and people. This is a true gentleman who does not hide his words. His mind and demeanor are respectable and admirable!"

Jia Cong, Kuang Liuhe, Zhang Maocai, and Wang Yinglin had a table in the corner, listened with a tilted ear, and the three of them smiled slightly, and the three of them also won and were sent to the tribute court in a few days.

Kuang Liuhe is a filial son and a hard-working person. He is fourteen years old. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is willing to work hard for ten years. Zhang Maocai is a genius in Zhuozhou, thirteen years old, and Wang Yinglin is a native of Wanping. According to him, his family is well-off and he is the oldest, at the age of sixteen or seventeen years old. All of these four veterans of Shanhai Alliance are eight-legged elites. Among them, Wang Yinglin passed the provincial examination and failed. This is the second time.

They were listening, and there was only a student on the table on the left side. He poured wine and did not order vegetables. He was wearing a square towel and a colorful shirt. He was depressed. As he drank, he suddenly burst into tears and his head was on the table, which immediately attracted the attention of all the candidates. Jia Cong looked over. This person was his deskmate Sima Feijian. Sima Feijian cried and said, "I have no face to meet the elders of the hometown!"

For a moment, the friction between the chairs, benches and the wooden boards on the ground resounded throughout the audience. Many students came to comfort him. Wei Wuzhi first comforted him: "Why should Brother Sima be ashamed of himself? Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, and the imperial examination is like a battlefield. What's more, now it's just the first scientific examination, and there are still some records of the subjects and records of the subjects! If you have confidence and great ambitions, you won't worry."

Many people also empathized with it and felt compassion: "No, good, even if this year, there will be another three years left. There will be dozens of three years in life. It will take a lifetime with the eight-legged essay. It is okay if an examiner is blind. It is impossible for every examiner to be blind."

Sima Feijian wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves and shook his head: "Thank you guys for your kind words and comfort! But why are you not a wealthy family in your family? I have chosen a student in Fangshan County, which is a great blessing! I thought that my mother was tired from the hometown of Fangshan in the past, and she worked hard until she died in spring and harvested in autumn. She left the taxes, labor service, and how much money is there for the pen, ink, paper, and ink? I am a student, but I am fortunate to be exempted from the labor service of two people in my family! However, the pen, ink, paper, and ink, and the fees for accommodation examinations are all due to donations from the elders of the family. Now I can't win? How can I return?"

Kuang Liuhe couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard it: "Brother Sima is the same year, but he has more than a thousand students, and I don't know your current situation. Since the family is in charge of Fei Xi, but every year, the exam will be re-rated. If Brother Sima is willing to work hard, he will be judged as first-class and receive some government subsidies, it is not difficult."

"You, Kuang Jianda, are a filial son. You have always been respected by the county and have been helped by Jia Zili. It is not difficult for you, but why can you be troubled by all the students? The number of first-class students is determined. I, Sima Feijian, isn't it hard for me to work hard? Why are there no power or power?" Sima Feijian closed his eyes tightly and burst into tears: "When I returned to my hometown, my elders were disappointed, and rumors seemed to be like thousands of arrows piercing my heart! The enlightenment of the sound and rhythm, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Seven Five Miscellaneous Sentences, the Tang Zong and Song Zu...Who am I not familiar with?"

Jia Cong watched coldly. He was able to smooth every game, thanks to living for a lifetime, and even some formats in his memory. He could copy the articles to improve and utilize them, and also to some urgent and quick-witted skills and daily practice accumulation. If not, the person sitting there crying was not Sima Feijian, but Jia Cong.

Jia Cong would not have a flood of sympathy. The indifference he experienced in that life and the intrigue in this life made him feel insecure and full of doubts. Not to mention that Sima Feijian almost failed the scientific expedition, as far as the point is concerned, Sima Feijian is obviously not very useful, so he just stares indifferently.

Now a few scholars have looked at Jia Cong, and Wei Wuzhi and gentle and elegant: "Jia Shanhai, I have long admired my reputation! Let's not talk about the falsehood today. Brother Sima is really pitiful. You, Jia Zili, are from the Duke family, do not lack money, can you help him? In this way, our students all feel that you are so much!"

Kuang Liuhe couldn't bear it, and Yu Jiacong whispered: "Zi Li, let's help him."

This is a small problem. If Jia Cong shirks it, it will definitely damage his reputation as the leader of the Shanhai Alliance and the No. 1 prodigy. Although Wei Wuzhi is not like targeting him, he can play quietly. Wei Wuzhi is even more terrifying than Luo Guoqi!
Chapter completed!