There is a saying in ancient scholars: A scholar is easy to do, but he is difficult to pass the exam every year.

In a feudal society, I studied the Four Books and Five Classics hard, studied the scriptures for a long time, enlightened, endorsed, taught, learned the sound and rhythm, and made eight-legged essays. After all, I worked hard to get a scholar. Will the position of scholar last forever?

Not so.

Even if an ancient man was satisfied after passing the exam for a scholar and did not want to participate in the later village hall, it was very difficult to just maintain the reputation of a scholar: he had to persist in practicing the eight-legged essay in a large amount and participate in the annual academic and political examination. If he failed the exam every year, he would not be able to obtain the last level, and he would not be able to achieve fame and fortune. As the saying goes, "Scholars are easy to do, but they are difficult to pass the exam every year."

If you enter the Hanlin Academy and become an official, will you not use it as an eight-legged essay? No, the Hanlin Academy will hold regular exams, including judgments, edicts, tables, policy arguments, etc., but the most important thing is the eight-legged essay. If you fail to meet the standards, you will be kicked out of the Hanlin Academy.

For ancient scholars, starting from the hard practice of eight-legged essays before taking the county examination, eight-legged essays almost became their lifelong curse, the tight-knot curse on Sun Wukong's head.

Jia Cong, who followed the local customs, could not escape this curse.

After the heavy rain in late June, the sunny yard soil and leaves smell mixed with the warm smell of summer, drifting into the screen windows of Fei Jiantang's study with the wind.

Sun Fu and Long Aotian were guarding the gate. During the first few days of Lin Hongyu's arrival, she fed birds, watered flowers, swept the floor, and boiled water in accordance with the rules, but she was unwilling to do this for the rest of her life. Qingwen was the lazy and idleest, but she still listened to Jia Cong's words. Qingwen, the little pepper, gradually recognized a few words, became more and more impressed by Jia Cong. Qiutong was because Jia Cong intended to allow her and Jia Lian to have a good time, and Jia Cong always avoided her indifferently and did not dare to make a big fuss.

The crazy bees and butterflies outside the window seemed to be free from Jia Cong, even though the window was open and the door was door.

He wore a blue robe with wide-sleeved blue crew, and a square flat scarf on his head. He sat impartially, holding a book of "Self-Diagnosis" by Ainanying, a famous eight-legged essay master in the late Ming Dynasty during the Chongzhen period of the late Ming Dynasty, and occasionally drawing with a red pen in his right hand.

This booklet was collected and sent by Qin Keqing, and there is no other letter. Senior Sister Qin just does it and doesn't say it, and would rather be bored in everything.

Jia Cong learned from "Self-Dictionary of Examinations" that according to Ainanying's self-diction, he had served three prefects in his life, two supervisors were teachers, and he kept changing his writing styles. He took decades to pass the exam. It was difficult, including the rules of the CET-6 examinations of the county government and township halls, and the vivid records of examiners and students, which were very practical.

People's memory is not permanent. Even if Jia Cong has achieved fame and fame, the Four Books still need to be reviewed. "Mencius" has more than 30,000 words, "The Analects of Confucius", "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Zhu Xi's collection of notes, how can you remember more than 50,000 classical Chinese for the rest of your life?

You have to work hard.

Calligraphy also needs to be practiced. Jia Cong copied Yan Liu for more than a year, so he had to change the style of the Pavilion: the so-called Pavilion style is the combination of Ouyang Xun in the Tang Dynasty and Zhao Mengfu in the Yuan Dynasty. It has both the strength of Ouyang Xun and the charm of Zhao Mengfu, commonly known as "Ou style Zhaomian". This style of the Pavilion style is neat, beautiful and beautiful, which is a necessary condition for Hanlin.

Of course, learning eight-legged essays and practicing calligraphy is a gradual and persistent process that requires years of accumulation and continuous study, and cannot be achieved overnight. As the great Lenin said: It is better to have less, but better.

There were many prodigy in ancient times, so Jia Cong's name was the first prodigy, and people of this era could accept it. For example, Lin Zexu: He read four books at the age of four and wrote eight essays at the age of seven. He was a real prodigy. Jia Cong was not as good as him, let alone his soul is over twenty years old. How can he compare? He is ashamed...

He is too limelight now. It is easy to break when he passes the toughness. The trees are in the forest. The wind will destroy them. When he moves in front of others, the public will discuss them. Therefore, Jia Cong's next arrangement is that this year's provincial examination is only used as a training, and he is not prepared for the next year's imperial examination. The first is that he lacks confidence and has to study. The more he goes up, the harder it is. Jia Cong dares not underestimate the heroes of the whole country. The second is that even if he passes the writing skills, there will be some suppression on the superiors. The reason is simple. If he passes the Jinshi next year, he becomes an official at the age of ten, and has the ability, but has the energy and physical ability?

...

The parrot jumped up and down in the bird cage under the eaves, and the cage swayed and swung. The parrot became much fatter and raised his head and said, "The deer sings, lotus leaves and duckweed..."

Qingwen clapped her hands and laughed, and Jia Cong also found it funny. These two sentences were the jokes that ancient men liked to make in private schools. Originally, the original words of the Book of Songs were "The deer roared and the wild duckweed". The teacher taught the students, but the students liked to read it wrong. This time Jia Cong taught Qingwen, and Qingwen also read it wrongly, so she was learned by a parrot.

Shaoqing Qingwen went into the house to embroider, Jia Yun came in to pay tribute to her uncle, Jia Cong asked Lin Hongyu to serve tea, Jia Yun glanced at Lin Hongyu slightly, sat down, holding a porcelain jar, and planted a begonia seedling planted in the porcelain jar, and it was still growing. Jia Cong touched the leaves: "Where did you buy it?"

"The gardener shop outside Xizhimen, add some elegant interest to Uncle Cong." Jia Yun handed it to Lin Hongyu who came to pick it up. The two looked at each other and moved away. Lin Hongyu walked out with the porcelain altar.

There were two men left in the study, and Jia Yun said secretly: "Uncle Cong, my nephew saw Aunt Lian walking down the back porch and went to Uncle Zhen's house. Maybe my nephew had figured it out wrong. Uncle Zhen and Aunt Lian were having sex with him... Aunt Lian came out happily and met Uncle Rui again and said..."

Jia Yun was originally under the home corridor.

Jia Cong lowered his head and thought. With his understanding of Wang Xifeng, the poisonous woman could do anything privately and could reach Chang'an. Jia Zhen and Jia Rong obviously became suspicious of him.

"Brother Yun, you have reported this news in time. Today is the seventh day. I'm afraid there will be a temple fair in the city. I'll go out for a walk and think of a way." Jia Cong ordered: "Xiaohong, please serve Brother Yun first."

There is no airtight wall in the world, and the paper cannot cover the fire. Jia Zhen strips the ashes. Someone raises his brother-in-law and Jiao Daneng shouts it out in public. The servants know a lot, but they just know it tacitly. The reason why Jia Yun remembers to report the news was that he knew that Jia Cong and Wang Xifeng had a grudge.

On the other hand, Jia Cong would not naively think that Jia Zhen and Wang Xifeng would not take revenge. In ancient times, people from the same clan fought to the death, which was not uncommon.

Wang Xifeng, Jia Zhen and Jia Rong! Don’t blame me for being ruthless! If you want to fight, I will fight him to the point of turning the world!

Jia Cong immediately ordered Sun Fu and Long Aotian to prepare to leave the mansion. Now that he has achieved fame and fortune, he has basically been studying abroad without any obstacles. Just tell Mrs. Jia Shexing.

Walking through the back door, as soon as I arrived at the wide road between north and south, I saw Jia Rui coming towards him in a despicable manner. Jia Cong asked, "Where are Brother Rui going?"

"I'll send you my husband to Brother Lian and Sister Lian." Jia Rui smiled and said, Jia Dairu's house has lived outside the mansion for many years, so Jia Rui didn't know that Wang Xifeng had moved back to the East Road, so he actually came in through the back door and walked into the original Fengjie yard.

Jia Rui's circle of friends is very narrow, and he has not had much contact with Jia Zhen and Jia Lian. His grandfather Jia Dairu is strict and he is not good at studying. He wants to mess with Wang Xifeng, the sister-in-law, all day long. He is always at home and stays at home. He doesn't walk around often, so he doesn't know many things in the mansion.

"This person who wants to eat dumplings is really determined and has a commendable spirit..." Jia Cong thought to himself. After being teased by Wang Xifeng several times in the original work, Jia Rong and Jia Qiang poured manure and still did not give up. Isn't this the fearless spirit of throwing his head and blood on the way to eat dumplings?

After thinking a little, Jia Cong had a plan and said with a smile: "Brother Rui will come to our yard first. The great master in the school is also my younger brother, Master Meng, and I will help you a lot, so I can do my best to do my brotherly feelings."

"Or..." Jia Rui wanted to refuse, but he felt a ghost in his heart, but saw Jia Cong coughing dryly, with a clear expression, which meant: Do you want to eat dumplings? Come on, I'll show you a clear way.

Jia Rui understood, smiled evilly, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Oh... I don't think Brother Cong is also a fellow disciple! We brothers might as well talk about the past! Discussion!"

[Note: When this chapter was written, the physical condition was not good, and everyone had ups and downs. Please understand. The collection and average ratio have exceeded 7 to 1. Thank you for your support.

Let me tell you a few more about the customs and knowledge of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The original work of Dream of Red Mansions, Aunt Zhao complained that the monthly money was short, and Wang Xifeng rolled up her sleeves and stepped on the threshold to talk to the mothers. The author checked the historical materials of the customs and found that if ancient noble women had this action in public, it would be considered a kind of act of being unfair and unfair. The reason why it was proposed was to make it easier for everyone to understand Wang Xifeng's increasingly unbridled personality after he took power.]
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