Chapter 9

Fang Yun looked at the six incense sticks, bowed his head and meditated in his heart.

"As a mother, I may not be able to go back. I forgive my child for being unfilial. Please take care."

"Second, for the dead Fang Yun, thank you."

"Three or four are Fang Yun's parents and five are sister Yuhuan's father. With me, sister Yuhuan will not suffer any more."

"Six are poems by Meng Haoran and Xie Xianxian."

Fang Yun looked at the candle for a long time, and his melancholy turned into a sigh, as if to say goodbye to the past.

After the incense, the two sat face to face at the dinner table.

Fang Yun said, "sister Yuhuan, let's make a rule for dinner today."

"Little boy, please tell me." Yang Yuhuan said with a smile. She hasn't laughed so happy for a long time, because the burden on her is finally lighter.

"Today's rule is that you hold a chopstick and I hold a chopstick. How much you eat, how much I eat! Needless to say, this rule can't be changed! How much I can eat today depends on you."

Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun quietly, her heart surging with heat. She suddenly felt that with Fang Yun's words, the pain and fatigue of these years were nothing.

"Xiaoyun of our family has grown up and knows that he loves his sister. You are a child now, and your family will be much better off in the future. When you are a scholar, this fish is nothing. My sister has a good meal with your blessing today."

Fang Yun picked up an oily braised meat, handed it to Yang Yuhuan and said softly, "no, I entrusted you with the blessing. Without you, I don't say reading. It's not easy to live. I always remember."

Yang Yuhuan's eyes were red. He opened his mouth and ate the braised meat and chewed it slowly.

When you are born in a poor family, you know that meat is precious.

Fang Yun sandwiched himself a piece of braised meat. After eating, he picked out the chicken leg from the casserole and put it in Yang Yuhuan's bowl.

"One of us."

"Yes!"

Two people rarely eat meat once a year. Today, they opened their stomach and ate it all.

Yang Yuhuan looked at the empty plate and was a little embarrassed. He had eaten too much just now.

The two were too full to stand up, smiled at each other and chatted happily. The room was full of a warm atmosphere.

After a while, there was a noise from the neighbors. Lao Wang drank too much and taught his children to study hard and test children.

They smiled. Yang Yuhuan looked at the sky and said, "now the three examiners should be marking their papers."

Fang Yun nodded.

In the Academy of Arts.

The spacious marking room is brightly lit, rows of long tables are neatly placed, and the test papers of more than 2000 candidates are placed on them in turn, covering the table, which is very spectacular.

Three examiners stood solemnly in front of the statue of Confucius in the deep of the marking room, and ten Mr. Lang from the county literary academy were behind.

County Magistrate Cai said, "respectfully invite the saint!"

"Please judge," the crowd said in unison.

A strange force came down by air, and the wind was blowing in the room, but all the test papers remained motionless.

Most of the papers have not changed, but almost half of the papers suddenly emit orange light.

Talent appears.

How many orange shimmers are there? The highest talent is close to three feet high, almost reaching the level of Mingzhou.

The second ranked paper is only barely a foot high, and there is a great difference between the two.

Then, a gust of wind blew and the test papers flew all over the sky.

When the wind stopped, a large number of test papers piled up in a corner, and there were only 100 test papers left on the table, arranged from high to low.

"Take people by talent and sort them by text!"

After Cai county magistrate finished, the ten speakers each held an answer to the holy word, chose nine test papers from the back to the front, and began to read and judge the text.

The ten most talented papers didn't move.

County Magistrate Cai said, "since there are poems about Mingzhou, you're welcome to see it first." then he walked happily to Fang Yun's test paper.

The reason why the examination papers are marked so late is that after the candidates hand in the examination papers, a special person is responsible for covering the names of the candidates with paper, which can not be seen when marking the examination papers, so as to prevent cheating. Only when the top 50 ranking is determined can we see the name.

When the poem was placed on the top, county magistrate Cai could not help frowning when he saw the word "Chunxiao". Although the word was neat, it was still too bad in his opinion, but he was relieved to think that Fang Yun was a poor disciple.

Calligraphy requires a lot of pen, ink and paper. Poor disciples don't have so much money. They either practice on the sand with branches or write directly on the table with a brush. The latter still needs a lot of brushes.

County Magistrate Cai looked at the poem and couldn't help reading it: "when you sleep in spring, you don't feel the dawn, and you hear birds everywhere; you know how many flowers fall with the sound of wind and rain at night."

The three examiners were stunned. The text of this poem is very simple and easy to understand. But why is there a faint regret after reading it?

The other two examiners also looked at Fang Yun's test paper and thought carefully.

"There seems to be something missing in my heart," Wan Xuezheng said.

Cai county magistrate was born as a fellow scholar, and his official position was zhengqipin. Wang Yuanjun and Wan Xuezheng were just born from Qipin.

After reading it several times, county magistrate Cai suddenly sighed, "wonderful. Although the text of this poem is simple and natural, it is valued by the word" truth ", which is true in scenery and meaning. The structure of this poem is also extraordinary. You see the four sentences of the poem, which are" I don't know "," I know "and" I don't know ". The first" I don't know "opens and then" I don't know "leaves a blank, so that readers can think about how many flowers are there? Why do you ask?"

As soon as these words came out, the marking room was quiet, as if everyone were thinking about a problem. How many flowers do you know?

Just five words, but it reminds everyone's mind.

Wang Yuanjun nodded and said, "brother Cai's words are the best of this poem. The reason why this poem is true is that every sentence has spring, and every sentence has a topic. Spring sleepiness, spring birds, spring rain, spring breeze and spring flowers seem to be full of scenery and hide no emotion. The most rare thing is that the words are simple, plain, natural and easy to spread. If the candidate doesn't get it by chance, he must be an extraordinary scholar."

The other two couldn't help nodding. It's too important to spread. The title is one of the pursuits of scholars, and semi saints can't avoid vulgarity.

Wan Xuezheng said: "I can also make such words, which can make a poem picturesque in front of me and melt feelings into it. It's so natural that it's difficult."

Wang Yuanjun said, "when the list is released tomorrow, I will write a letter and recommend this poem to the State Academy gentleman, bachelor Li. I hope he can recommend it to the holy way and let the name of this poem spread all over the world."

"If this poem can be included in the holy way, it will greatly enhance the style of Chinese names and literary styles!" county magistrate Cai said with expectation.

Wan Xuezheng looked dark and said in a low voice, "I'm nearly 50 and have thousands of poems, but I haven't been in the monthly journal of Shengdao."

Wang Yuanjun said with a bitter smile: "the holy Tao is published by the holy Academy. All the selected articles over the years are famous articles. Everyone who writes in the holy Tao is either a master of poetry, a great Confucian of classics and righteousness, or a senior scholar of strategy and theory. The lowest one is also the wonderful skills of various schools. We dare not dream."

County Magistrate Cai nodded, picked up his pen, dipped it in vermilion sand and red ink, and wrote at the bottom of the test paper: simple words, true feelings, beautiful poetry and long meaning should be the first of all students, a!

"Do you have any objection?"

"Spring dawn is the best poem for children to try this year!" Wan Xuezheng said.

"No objection."

County Magistrate Cai took the test paper written "Chunxiao" aside and said, "this is an extraordinary humanistic talent, but if you want to grab the first place with Fang Zhongyong, you still have to see the holy words."

County Magistrate Cai looked at the words on the holy words volume, shook his head, looked at the first question carefully, and said, "I never thought this son was so extraordinary! Even if I met this question in those years, I couldn't answer it correctly."

The other two examiners also read the answers. When they looked down, they were surprised, because they couldn't answer the question correctly before. Even if they raised people, after all, the question was too biased, involving geography and inference ability.

County Magistrate Cai continued to look down with a pen in his right hand. After reading the first three, he looked dignified, while the other two examiners were marking the papers at the same time, one left and one right, and could not speak for a long time.

County Magistrate Cai's pen never fell.

After staying for a moment, Wan Xuezheng asked, "nothing wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong. It's incredible!"

County Magistrate Cai continued to look down, read the remaining 27 papers at one go, and simply put the brush aside.

"Still right?" Wang Yuanjun was a little surprised.

Cai county magistrate solemnly said, "it's amazing. It's not only no mistake, no lettering, no alteration, no stain. It's the only thing I've seen in my life."

"Can he even ask for the holy word be a class a? Since he asked for the holy word to enter the imperial examination, there has never been a class a holy word in Jingguo, and even Chen Sheng was only a class B."

County Magistrate Cai said, "unfortunately, I really want to give him a grade A, but his words are really average. If I give him a grade A, I will be criticized by scholars."

County Magistrate Cai finished and wrote on the test paper asking Shengyan: the word is bad, there is no mistake, B.

"What a pity."

"What a pity."

County Magistrate Cai reluctantly put down Fang Yun's test paper and picked up Fang Zhongyong's poetry test paper.

Fang Zhongyong can write a poem out of the county. The examiners will pay more attention to the children's test anywhere. The examiners will certainly write comments with praise. Unfortunately, they encounter Fang Yun and county magistrate Cai who is regretting.

County Magistrate Cai read Fang Zhongyong's poems and wrote "B middle school" without saying a word. He didn't even have any comments.

The rating is divided into four grades: methylethylpropanedine.

No matter what the test is, each subject can only have one grade a.

After that, B and C will be divided into upper, middle and lower levels, while D will not be divided, because anyone who gets D will not be admitted.

The three examiners have been immersed in the regret that they can't give Fang yunshuangjia, silently marking the papers. In case of mistakes, they don't hesitate to draw a pen, and finally grade according to the number of mistakes.

After reading the top ten with the most talent, the three examiners will give the poems and holy words of the remaining 90 papers.

Finally, the 100 people should be ranked according to the order of the holy words, and the top 50 can become children.

If it is the same, the one with fewer errors comes first.

If the errors are equal, they are sorted according to the order of poetry. If the poems are the same, it depends on the quality of the words. If the 50 are not as good as the latter, you need to ask the semi Saint examiner for a ruling. Generally, there will be several more places for children.

After the evaluation, it was late at night, but everyone was not allowed to leave the academy and sleep in the Academy's residence.

The next morning, three examiners and ten speakers got up at 6 a.m. after washing and eating, they began to "review" at 7 a.m. and recheck to ensure that there were no problems.

If the judgment error is too large and the semi holy society intervenes, the examiner will not only lose face, but may even be dismissed from prison.

Entering the marking room, county magistrate Cai said as he walked, "I couldn't sleep for a long time last night. So far, I'm unwilling."