(Early-waking birds don’t eat them, where are the tickets? Where are the support?)

Jing County is affiliated to Yangzhou and is located in the south of the Yangtze River.

Since ancient times, Jiangnan has been full of literary talent and writing. Every subject has been full of strong people, and the same is true for boys. However, the dynasty has chosen people based on the ratio of the region, and the proportion of scholars in Jiangnan is among the best, but the base is often several times higher than that of other prefectures and counties. Most of the local candidates are well-read and knowledgeable. It is a bloody examination path to get out of it.

The boy trial is the first step in this path.

Jing County is not big, but it has county schools and community schools in the township. As for private schools, there are dozens of them - Mr. Yang's private schools are just one of them.

In this way, in the county, hundreds of candidates are registered for each year's boy exam, and after the three levels of screening, only a few dozen people are eligible for the quota of students.

The big waves wash away the sand, nothing more than that.

Early in the morning, Chen Sanlang got up to wash up. After breakfast, he was sent to the examination room set up in the county school by the housekeeper Hua Shuxiang.

Don’t tell me that you are walking early, and there are even early pedestrians. Outside the gate, there are a lot of darkness, at least a thousand people, and they almost couldn’t squeeze in.

There are not all candidates, including the candidate's family members and guarantors.

After waiting for a while, he saw Mr. Yang and a young scholar coming. The scholar was not tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was Mr. Yang's favorite student Qin Yushu. Now he is a student in Nanyang College and has a bright future.

——If you want to participate in the Boy Exam, someone must guarantee it, one guarantee, and three levels are common. There are many types of guarantees, and the simplest is to ask a student to take the insurance.

Simplicity does not mean easy. First, you must know people; second, you must pay a considerable fee. Otherwise, who will be willing to protect for nothing?

Of course, Mr. Yang’s disciples would not only have Chen Sanlang, but also five others. There are six people together, and Qin Yu’s book is all guaranteed.

"I've met Senior Qin."

Seeing Qin Yushu coming, the students quickly saluted and greeted him.

Qin Yushu smiled and nodded in response. When his eyes passed by Chen Sanlang, he became cold inexplicably: Chen Sanlang was not good at doing things. When he returned to Jingxian from Nanyang Prefecture, others held banquets and presented rituals, but Chen Sanlang was not seen.

"Hmph, if I hadn't paid any money for you, how could I protect you again?"

In normal market conditions, students who have to pay a 200% monday fee for insurance. For other forms of insurance, such as asking three scholars to join the insurance, it is probably more expensive, and the total cost is at least monday fee. Moreover, Chen Sanlang is not allowed to take the exam, and his grades are outrageously poor. Qin Yushu is worried that it will damage his reputation and is reluctant to provide protection for the other party. Mr. Yang said this was the last time, and he reluctantly agreed.

I thought Chen Sanlang would be familiar with the reason and add extra money, but I didn't expect that this nerd wouldn't even invite a meal, and he was extremely rude.

Feeling the cold gaze, Chen Sanlang was stunned, then understood and smiled bitterly: This matter was indeed my negligence, because many things happened a while ago, and he was a little dizzy, but he lost his favor.

Then he walked forward and said, "Thank you, Senior Qin, for providing insurance for the young student. After the exam, he would like to invite Senior to the banquet to express his gratitude."

Qin Yushu replied calmly: "After I confirm the guarantee on site today, I will return to the college. I am afraid I can't eat this meal, unless you can pass the county exam, but I am bluntly speaking, it's harder than going to the sky."

The meaning of contempt is beyond words

Chen Sanlang listened, his face tightened and stopped saying: Is it difficult to climb to the sky...

As time approaches, inspections begin to enter the venue, and people are crowded.

Behind the county school gate, there was a temporary platform. On the platform, one person sat upright, wearing double bird replenishment clothes, his face was solemn, and his three long beards were a little gray. It was He Zhiming, the old magistrate of Jing County. Since he was in office, he has been strict with himself and his laws are clear and clear, and he has won the reputation of a "clever official". However, because he is old, he will leave his post and retire next year and return home to retire.

The atmosphere of the county examination is relatively loose, and the name inspection and body search inspection are not strict. The candidates line up and entered in one after another.

Chen Sanlang was in the queue with the exam basket and soon entered the gantry and came to the examination room.

In this examination room, the examination room is divided into two columns, and the shed is separated into one examination room, allowing the candidates to take the seats in a similar manner.

Chen Sanlang found a seat, sat down, put the test basket, put the four treasures in the study, and waited for the exam questions to be announced.

Many candidates arrived one after another, and once they sat in the exam number, they immediately calmed down. Soon, when all the candidates sat down, the huge examination room was quiet, so quiet that they could hear the sound of people's heartbeat.

The dynasty values ​​literature over military affairs, and the imperial examinations were selected for scholars. For countless scholars in the world, they were the fields and the emperor's hall in the morning, and they were only above one fame. Therefore, every exam seemed sacred and important.

Under invisible pressure, it is difficult to be calm and composed.

Inexplicably, Chen Sanlang felt his heart beating so fast, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Is the terrifying disease about to occur again?

His face became ugly.

The three-way drum sounded, and a minor official from the county government started walking back and forth in the examination room with a sign in hand. The sign was covered with black and white words and clearly written. This was the test question.

The eyes were all staring at the signs. Seeing two questions about the sutras, the candidates immediately began to think carefully and consider the article.

When the clerk held the sign and passed by Chen Sanlang's examination room, he saw the scholar lowering his head, trembling all over, and sweating like a slurry, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

He knew Chen Sanlang naturally. In the past, Chen Sanlang performed like this in the boy exam room. He was so shaking that he couldn't even hold the pen. Even if he could barely grab it, he couldn't write it when he finished writing. The ink splashed down, dirting the paper, and it was a mess.

"It seems that I have to hand in the blank paper again this year..."

The little official thought, and walked over without stopping.

"Calm down, be calm..."

Chen Sanlang kept talking to himself in his heart, thinking of a useful method, so he closed his eyes and began to take a deep breath.

One, two, three...

As he breathed, he gradually became a rhythm. At this time, he gradually became quiet, forgetting that he was in the exam room, but he seemed to be in an empty place, with no one around, only himself-

“It’s different…”

"Yes, I'm different anymore..."

I suddenly realized my heart, and suddenly I opened my eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

At the same time, a manic heart is as quiet as water.

He looked up at the sign, took the title into his eyes, and did not rush to write an essay, but still slowly adjusted himself.

The county exam will take the daytime exam, and there is plenty of time, so there is no need to worry.

Chen Sanlang took out a cake from the test basket, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. As he ate it, he picked up the water jug ​​and drank water.

After doing these trivial things, I tightened my face and began to close my eyes and think about the questions.

"Well, now that we have it, 'If you want to stand up, you will stand up, and if you want to reach it, you will stand up, you will stand up, you will stand up,' we should take this idea."

After a while, Chen Sanlang looked happy, so he draped his pen ink and wrote on the paper. The tip of the pen was still a little unstable and the font was flawed, but it didn't matter. It was just a draft. After writing, you would carefully review and copy it neatly.

He wrote very quickly, and it took only half an hour for one article, and then the second article.

At this moment, there was a fountain of literary thoughts. To give a vulgar metaphor, it was like a urinating after a long time, and finally found the vent, gushing out, feeling refreshed without any sense of stagnation.

It feels so good!

After writing, check again and ponder word by word.

As soon as noon arrived, Chen Sanlang had already copied the two completed articles.

At this time, most of the candidates in the examination room put down their pens and took food to eat and drink. When entering the examination, they were under great mental pressure and thought hard, and consumed a lot. Therefore, they needed dietary supplements at noon, otherwise they would be so hungry that they were rumbled. How could they get through the exam?

After getting dressed, Chen Sanlang suddenly walked out of the examination room with the test paper and walked towards the county magistrate He on the main seat.

This scene was noticed by many candidates, and they were all shocked: Is Chen Sanlang going to hand in the paper? How is it possible?

Could it be that you know that you can't get the exam, so you might as well be a bachelor and hand in the blank paper?

No matter what you think, the latter one is the highest possibility.

But what happened next moment made many candidates stunned, and some of them were so surprised that even the pen in their hands fell to the ground.

I saw that Chen Sanlang not only handed over the paper, but also stood up, preparing to invite He Magistrate He to give an interview!

The boy exam is far less formal and strict than the provincial exam. Those who are the first to hand in the paper can ask the examiner to conduct an interview. If the exam paper is done well and the interview is passed, the examiner will approve it on the spot.

County Magistrate He looked at Chen Sanlang, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. First, he read the article and saw that the words were written in a correct and energetic manner, which made people feel comfortable. Not to mention anything else, just this word can make people feel good.

"Well, this article is a perfect idea and has a standard format, which is very good!"

In half a quarter of an hour, He Magistrate He finished reading Chen Sanlang's article, holding a red pen and typing it in circles to express his approval.

Chen Sanlang took the opportunity to speak: "Please interview with me, sir."

He Magistrate Fu Xu smiled: This boy has nothing to do in the past three boy exams, but this year, somehow, it seems that he has changed his personal performance and suddenly became outstanding. It seems that he has overcome the terrible disease to perform well.

After thinking about it, he spoke, "Teaching him with talent and virtue is enough to be a teacher."

This is the question of the right one.

Chen Sanlang thought for a moment: "If you never get tired of learning and teach without being tired, you can express it."

A well-behaved answer is the perfect meaning and no flaws are revealed.

County Magistrate He said again: "Two people sit on the soil."

This first couplet sounds simple, but it is actually extremely difficult. It is a couplet with many mysteries.

Chen Sanlang raised his eyebrows, his mind flashed, and he replied, "The sun is bright in January."

County Magistrate He laughed and praised: "Wen Si is keen and kind."

He wrote the pen and annotated Chen Sanlang's test paper, and wrote the word "Ke": "You have been selected for the county exam, and you will only wait for the public list to be of great significance."

Chen Sanlang was happy: "Thank you sir."

With a series of shocked and inexplicable eyes, I stepped out of the examination room.

Uncle Hua was waiting outside. Seeing the young master coming out so quickly, he couldn't help but look gloomy. He thought that this time, he must have failed the exam again. He was thinking about how to comfort him when he heard Chen Sanlang shouting: "Uncle Hua, go to the market to buy a big rooster and go home."

"What to buy chicken?"

"Our county has tried and my mother must be very happy to find out. She naturally wants to kill the chicken to sacrifice to the gods."

"ah!"

Uncle Hua opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.
Chapter completed!