Chapter 96 Can you stand shoulder to shoulder with all the child prodigies in history
Chapter 96 Can we stand shoulder to shoulder with all the prodigies in history? Let’s see now.
"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say. Since you all want to have a quick look at it, why not let me read this volume for you."
"In this way, you don't have to circulate it any more. You can just make an evaluation after hearing it."
As Shangguan Chen Shilang said this, the readers who were not willing to lag behind others in appreciating the wonderful articles all agreed.
Chen Shilang also got the sealed answer sheet as he wished, and began to read it to the eight examiners present.
As a Luoyang native, Chen Shilang speaks standard Luoyang Yayin, which is similar to the standard Mandarin used by later news broadcasts.
Chen Shilang has a good voice and a deep chest tone. When he read this "Young Chinese Ode", it seemed so sonorous, powerful and resounding.
"... If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Old people always think about the past, and young people always think about the future.
Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope..."
Following Chen Shilang's voice, all the record readers suddenly changed their expressions upon hearing this.
Old people often think about the past, and young people often think about the future. This statement can be said to be straight to the heart.
Just like the examiners present, most of them are elderly, and I feel that the words and sentences describing the elderly are really painful and frustrating.
However, the words and sentences describing young people make people feel a vigorous vitality, as if they have seen themselves as a young man who was enterprising and high-spirited.
At the same moment, Zhao Ji, an official, stood outside the door, raised his ears, and listened to the recitation coming from inside the room.
The hands behind his back were clenched into fists, his eyebrows were raised, and the brilliance in his eyes was probably no less than that of a young man.
This is the heartfelt voice of a young prodigy of the Song Dynasty, and this is the vitality he should have.
As expected, the reason why I gave him the mantle in my dream was not just because he was cute, well-behaved and sweet-tongued.
It's because he is exactly what he desires, a young prodigy who has the talent to manage the world and benefit the people, and the will to innovate.
When the sound of Chen Shilang's recitation stopped in the room, the whole hall was filled with cheers and applause.
Zhao Ji, who also listened to it heartily, like drinking sweet rain, fisted his hands and spoke in a deep voice towards Wu Zhizhong, who was standing next to him and also heard the old man's face flushed and his spirit was high.
"Based on this piece of "Young China Ode" alone, I think he is the number one scholar, and no one in the world can criticize him."
"The official is a sage, and I also feel that this article can inspire the enthusiasm of the young people in the Song Dynasty.
It can also make other countries know that although the Song Dynasty was founded for more than a hundred years, it will definitely not be like the Willow Queen of Autumn.
There is still no shortage of talented young people, and the number of heroes is doubled. The tigers roar in the valley, and the beasts are frightened. The eagles and falcons test their wings, and the wind and dust spread..."
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Although Gao Zhang and his biological father Gao Qiu did not return to the mansion until dusk, they saw the rising smoke in the backyard of the mansion.
And the servants whose faces were blackened by the smoke were running back and forth, and they knew that the battle Huang had created today was far bigger than before.
Gao Qiu hesitated to speak, and it took him a long time to finally say this.
"It seems that your mother has done her best for Zhang'er to win the first prize this year."
"Dad, my son did his best. Fortunately, the results of the imperial examination will be released tomorrow."
Gao Zhang also nodded with a worried look on his face, secretly glad.
Fortunately, the list was released quickly, otherwise Gao Zhang would be worried if it continued like this.
If I'm not careful, I might even catch the whole Gao family on fire.
When the time comes, all my family will be gone. If I win the top prize, I can’t just stand on a pile of rubble and dance like a god to celebrate, right?
Huang, who had been hosting feudal superstitious activities at home and worshiping her ancestors for a whole day, was also very tired.
I heard the confident and calm assurance from my own son, and there was also evidence from my husband.
Huang, who was finally relieved of the huge stone in his heart, couldn't hold on any longer and went to bed early, finally allowing Gao Zhang to escape.
There was nothing to say all night. In the early morning of the next day, Gao Zhang, who had slept very comfortably, was full of energy. He opened the door and took a deep breath full of passion.
Today is a good day for him to see if he can become one of the prodigies who have left their names in history.
Breathing in the fresh air, Gao Zhang's eyes suddenly froze. There was still smoke lingering in the direction of the backyard.
It seems that my mother, Mrs. Huang, is prepared to fight until the title on the gold list is posted before she gives up.
I wanted to go over and comfort my mother, Mrs. Huang, but after walking for a while towards the backyard, someone came towards me.
Before anyone arrived, the cured meat was already showing. Gao Zhang raised his head in confusion and saw his own father appearing in front of him with a gray face.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"Zhang'er is getting up too. Your mother was there early in the morning to worship ancestors, and dad went to help. Now he has to rush to the morning court, so he ran, um, just left."
Gao Qiu turned his head and glanced behind him with lingering fear, as if he was afraid that the strange-loving lady would pick up a bundle of incense and throw it away.
"Well, dad has to change his clothes. Later, dad will send you to the palace gate to look at the list."
Seeing his biological father, who was about to be smoked into a piece of old bacon, walking away quickly, Gao Zhang, who originally wanted to pay his respects to his mother, couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
If I go, it would be strange if my mother catches me and has a good chat with my ancestors.
The question is, what should I talk about if I don’t have much interest in feudal superstitious sacrificial activities?
Is it possible that while smoking green smoke, we have rigorous scientific discussions with our ancestors?
How should the green smoke be emitted from the ancestral tombs? Should a smoke pipe be installed? What is the caliber? And what level of PM2.5 concentration should be reached so that Lao Gao’s family can be ranked number one?
Fu'an couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw the young master Gao Zhang standing there for several breaths.
"Sir, you're here. Let's go over quickly. Hey, that's Madam."
Gao Zhang raised his head and saw his mother staggering out of the room with thick smoke coming out. She stood outside the room and took deep breaths. It looked like she was quite smoked inside.
Mrs. Huang happened to see Zhang'er standing cutely not far away. She couldn't help but look happy and raised her hand to say hello.
"Zhang'er, come here quickly, pay homage to your ancestors and offer a few more sticks of incense."
At the risk of severe air pollution, and with his mother's ardent expectations, Gao Zhang had no choice but to bite the bullet and sneak into the ancestral hall where he could barely open his eyes...
After smoking some incense, Gao Zhang heard his father's affectionate call in the distance, and Gao Zhang was able to escape from such a harsh living environment.
Disgraced, he rushed out all the way, looking around with lingering fear at the room that had made him confused.
At this moment, Gao Zhang was very lucky that he was the only child in the family.
If there were a few more seeds for reading, Gao Zhang felt that the soot accumulated in the ancestral hall could be used to make an ingot with which to splash ink and write articles.
Maybe the severe air pollution in the Gao family will lead to a sudden increase in upper respiratory tract diseases in the family.
