Zhang Yuan woke up at the beginning of the month and ate half a bowl of meat-stuffed snacks. It was now three o'clock in the morning. He was already feeling a little hungry. There were six palm-sized sumi cakes in the long-eared bamboo basket. When he touched them with his fingers, they were still warm.
, he picked up two pieces of glutinous rice cakes and ate them, drank two mouthfuls of water, and looked at the entire examination shed. The examination shed was rectangular in shape, with ventilation on three sides and only one wall on one side. There were twenty-eight long tables with seats in the shed.
Each table is as long as two desks and can seat eight people. The entire examination booth can accommodate more than 200 people. There are twelve such booths, arranged in a trigram shape. Surrounding the center are candidates from the lobby and Shenmyeong Pavilion.
After arriving, the originally empty examination booth became more and more crowded. The long table where Zhang Yuan was sitting was quickly filled with people. These Confucian boys were grinding ink, eating, jockeying for seats, and clashing with the examination baskets.
Calling friends, the examination room was extremely noisy for a while. Zhang Yuan had only studied social studies for half a day, so he didn’t know anyone. He sat quietly alone. He didn’t know anyone else, but others knew him, and they were on his right.
A young scholar in his twenties bowed his hand to him and whispered: "Master Zhang, please take care of me."
Another person came to take care of me. It seems that cheating in the county examination is very common. Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "I am also very anxious in my heart. If you finish it early, how about you help me write two articles for you?"
The Confucian boy said in astonishment: "Master Zhang can compose a poem in seven steps by speaking eight parts of his mouth. What's the matter?"
Zhang Yuandao: "Those are all rumors. You can't believe the rumors. You know, I am relying on you today. I will copy every word you write. I will copy it to the end and never miss a word."
The scholar boy was stunned for a long time. He took the examination basket and went to find another seat to sit at. He was no longer sitting at the same table as Zhang Yuan. Who could bear the thought of copying every word he wrote?
The sound of "ding, ding" struck the rock six times, and all 2,523 candidates entered the room. The gantry door of the examination shed was sealed and locked. It was the right hour, and it would take three hours before the first sign could be released and the gantry door opened.
Hou Zhihan, the magistrate of Shanyin County, is the examiner. From setting the questions to marking the papers, it is his sole responsibility. Sun Jiaoyu, Zhu Xundao and other instructors only help maintain order in the examination room.
Seeing the county magistrate walking into the lobby of the center of the examination booth, more than 1,500 candidates in the twelve examination booths immediately became quiet, waiting for the questions. A large number of candidates were praying silently in their hearts, hoping to guess the correct answer.
Half an hour later, twelve county officials entered the twelve examination booths holding twelve question boards. Zhang Yuan had poor eyesight and was far away. Before he could see the words on the question boards clearly, a Confucian beside him
The child had already shouted: "One question is "Is there a way for the state?" The other question is "If I can be used, there is a scholar boy who complained: "My dear mother, I only know that the state has a way, but I don't know the way of the country. How can I do it?"
Dear friend, could you please give me some pointers, where does this question come from?”
No one paid any attention to him.
The subordinate said loudly: "The questions are on the title board. You can see clearly. My eyes are hard to work and I pricked up my ears and listened carefully. One question is "Is the country in the right way?" The other question is "If you can use me, one"
As he spoke, he walked around the booth holding the sign, and then inserted the question card on the wooden platform directly in front of the examination booth. The subordinate official sat on the high wooden platform and looked down at the candidates. There was also a yamen servant at the other end of the examination booth invigilating the exam.
, seeing people whispering to each other in the examination booth, the crowd was boiling, and the subordinate officials shouted: "Everyone has his own seat, and no noise is allowed. If you see someone whispering to each other again, go out of the examination booth. If you find someone who has plagiarized, you will be yokeed."
The examination room gradually became quiet, and then there were the rustling sounds of unrolled papers, coughs, shoes scraping the floor, and sighs and smacking lips. It was difficult to find real silence.
Zhang Yuan poured a little water on the red silk inkstone, held the cow's tongue and rubbed it slowly with the ink, while thinking about the question "Is the state-owned Dao?" This question comes from "The Doctrine of the Mean". The complete sentence should be "State-owned Dao"
"If you don't stop, you can just correct it." This is a cut-off question. It is a commonly used method for setting small questions in county examinations. After thinking about it for about half a moment, the ink on an inkstone had been worn to a thick consistency. Zhang Yuan did not write, and continued to think about another question.
One question, "If you can use me," comes from "The Analects of Confucius", and the full sentence is, "If you can use me, would I be the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?" This is why the two questions above are not difficult. Zhang Yuan was sure in his heart, and he did not
He was busy composing, and just after thinking for a moment, he had already thought of the breaking and ending questions of the two eight-part essays. His strength is that he is good at drafting, which is the same as playing blind chess. There is a piece of paper in his heart, and when his mind moves, the ink words are full.
Zhi Leng looked at the other candidates in the examination room, and it was really interesting: there were those who didn't even know the source of the questions, scratching their ears and cheeks, and kept swallowing saliva; there were those who stretched their necks to peek at the seat next to them, but the seat next to them had their elbows crossed to protect their papers.
He was not allowed to read the paper, of course he was not allowed to read it, otherwise the copies would be exactly the same, and the county magistrate would definitely investigate: most of the candidates were drafting, thinking and writing, and Zhang Yuan found that many candidates who were sitting together were talking to each other.
He winked and passed the draft paper secretly, and the subordinate sitting on the wooden platform didn't care much. But just when you thought he turned a blind eye and didn't care, he suddenly jumped off the wooden platform and pulled out an examinee.
, pulling the examinee's green collar, which was densely covered with lavender writing on the inside, the yamen servant behind also came over to help pull it, and said: "This is written with concoction, and it was infiltrated with wall mud. It could not be seen during the previous inspection."
, now rub it with your hands, the clay powder will fall off, and the writing will appear."
The assistant official said: "I only heard that this method of cheating was used in the provincial examination, but I didn't expect that it was also used in the small county examination. Let's go and see the county magistrate. Then he took the crying scholar out of the examination shed.
Killing one person will serve as a warning to hundreds. All the candidates will be trembling with fear and restrain themselves. The examination booth will be in a state of silence.
Another hour passed, Zhang Yuan still didn't answer the question, he ate up a few pieces of sumi cake, then he put his elbows on the table, put his fists on his forehead, closed his eyes and rested, with two eight-part essays already in his mind, just waiting for "Swiss Swish" to start writing.
Brush onto paper.
At nearly noon, Hou Zhihan walked to the East No. 2 of the Second Hall and saw Zhang Yuan. Other candidates were thinking and composing. Zhang Yuan had his head propped up and seemed to be asleep, looking at the roll paper and scratch paper in front of Zhang Yuan.
, not a word...
Hou Zhihan frowned slightly and thought: "What's going on? These two small questions stumped him?"
He knocked on the table lightly and reminded: "Answer the question quickly."
Zhang Yuan said "Ah" and sat upright, bowed to County Magistrate Hou, picked up the pen and started writing on the roll of paper without drafting. Magistrate Hou stood by and watched him write. Zhang Yuan's current stroke
The lower regular script has made great progress. Although it is not good, it is quite satisfactory and will not be an eyesore. The first question I wrote was "Is it a state-owned law?" Zhang Yuan wrote: "Being righteous is what he abides by, and a gentleman's
Great courage can be seen. What Gaida defends is changeable, but it cannot remain unchanged. If it is not great courage, who can be like this? If it is harmonious and does not flow, and does not rely on the middle, it can be said to be strong, but it has not been observed in what it encounters.
That’s why...that’s why it’s said that being strong is overkill, but I believe it’s not the strongest in the world.”
Zhang Yuan wrote like the wind, watching the nib of the brush bouncing around on the scroll paper. Soon he had written a nearly 400-word essay with four chapters and eight chapters, and then he wrote the next article "If you can use me, I will
"The author broke the title and said: "The opinions of the saints and wise men show how great power they have in using the world. It can be done in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and it has its own purpose. There is nothing wrong with this master, and it cannot be known by Zilu..."
Although Zhang Yuan wrote this last eight-part article to speak for the sages, he also had his own deep emotions. Confucius traveled around the country to promote his own way of benevolence and righteousness, but in the end he could only return to the state of Lu to teach disciples. When Zhang Yuan encountered this end of the world, he
To turn the tide, it is a hundred times more difficult than Confucius to help the Zhou Dynasty. Confucius had unswerving ideas and was never willing to change, but he was different. He had to live with the world and look for all possible opportunities. In this eight-legged essay
In the summary, he wrote: "It was used to prosper the Zhou Dynasty, and the sage was deified by unexpected uses. The path of the disciples is not yet known, and future generations have speculated and ridiculed it."
Hou Zhihan saw that Zhang Yuan could finish two eight-part essays in one meal, so he smiled and said: "Fill in your name, remove the embossed sign, and hand it to the lobby." As he walked, he smiled and shook his head. Shaking his head was definitely not the right thing to do.
It means that Zhang Yuan's eight-part essay was not well written, but he was amazed at his talent. In just two seconds, two eight-part essays were written on the paper. Of course, Zhang Yuan had thought about it for a long time, but it was really good to copy it directly without drafting.
I'm afraid Zhang Yuan is the only one who has one character.
Zhang Yuan came out of the examination booth and came to the central hall with the paper in his hands. He saluted the county magistrate Hou and saluted Sun Jiaoyu next to him. Sun Jiaoyu smiled and came over to pick up the paper from him. He handed it to Hou Zhihan and said: "Zhang Yuan is the second
If you submit your paper, the county official will mark it on the spot."
Hou Zhihan had read it before, and now he was holding on to the ink pen, marking all the way through the paper. The two eight-legged essays were full of ink pen circles, and then handed them to Sun Jiao and said: "Instructor, let's take a look, do you pass this paper?" Sun Jiao said
Yu held the scroll and read it carefully, tapping his knees with his hands from time to time. He finished the two articles in a moment and said: "The Chinese-style ink scrolls in the provincial examination are just like this. According to my official opinion, the head of the county case this time is none other than Zhang Yuan." Hou Zhihan is.
The examiner, of course, had to be more reserved and refused to make a promise easily. He said: "There are more than two thousand candidates behind me. Who knows if there is no better craftsmanship?" He said to Zhang Yuan: "It is not in vain that Teacher Wang has taught you carefully.
The top ten ink scrolls will be posted in the county to see who has more to say."
It seems that there were rumors against Zhang Yuan before the exam. They were simply saying that County Magistrate Hou would protect Zhang Yuan. But in this matter, Hou Zhihan was not afraid of rumors at all. Zhang Yuan was personally told by the great master of Ti Xue that he would send
He went to take the Taoist examination, and Zhang Yuan is indeed very talented. Such eight-legged art is not impossible even in the Chinese examination, so there is no reason to be afraid of those small rumors!
Hou Zhihan said to Zhang Yuan: "It's only noon now. Just wait in Shenming Pavilion. If a few people turn in their papers, I'll let you out." Zhang Yuan went to the examination booth, picked up a long-eared bamboo basket, sat in Shenming Pavilion, and waited.
For more than half an hour, there were two and thirty scholars in the pavilion who had handed in their papers. Liu Biqiang, the leader of the yamen team, came over to greet them and let them go out. As soon as they left the dragon gate of the examination shed, they saw several groups of drummers coming forward to announce the good news and ask who lived nearby.
The Confucian boy who was a scholar was sent home to report good news and get rewards. There was a candidate who turned in his paper early because he didn’t know the source of the questions and couldn’t solve them. He wrote a few random sentences and then turned in the paper, but he was also regarded as an outstanding Confucian scholar.
It is really dumbfounding to send a child home to ask for a reward.
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