I don’t know how long Xu Ping has been savoring it, until Xiuxiu, who was following her, couldn’t stand it, and whispered: “Official, the lady of the Lin family has already returned home. The rope she gave you is so beautiful, it’s not too late to go home to see it. Be careful to catch a cold here.”

Xu Ping came to his senses, looked at Xiuxiu, smiled self-deprecatingly, and returned to the courtyard together.

Of course, Xu Ping was either crazy there, or even if he had never been in love, he would not be so disobedient. He was just reminiscing about what happened today.

On a whim, I recited an ancient poem I learned in my previous life. Unexpectedly, the teacher and Lin Su Niang changed their views on themselves and repeatedly said that they were talented, which was beyond Xu Ping's expectations.

Xu Ping stood there and pondered for a long time before he understood the mystery. The change in Lin Wensi and his daughter's view of themselves was not because they made a decent poem. If the poem was so useful, Xu Ping would find a way to copy dozens of poems, and he would not wait until now. In fact, although the imperial examinations are also tested to write poems, their status is no longer comparable to that of the Tang Dynasty. It is basically just a matter of giving away points. Even if they pass the exam, even if they pass the exam, the examiner will not look up to the poems because they are well written.

What Lin Wensi and his daughter like is the content expressed in the poem. The original author of the poem was a great scholar of the generation and was naturally attractive to scholars. When they were able to make such poems, they liked Xu Ping's potential to become a true scholar.

Not to mention Lin Wensi, even Lin Suniang has read poetry and books with her father since childhood. She is truly from a scholarly family. She is not the sister of a brothel, and her heart is restless every day. If it weren't for such a poem, Xu Ping would write something like "When we meet and fight, it's like not seeing each other, but affection is like being ruthless". No matter how good his literary talent is, Lin Suniang wouldn't raise his eyelids at him. The scholar in her mind is her father Lin Wensi, who is well-read about sage books, and it's best to be able to sing names at Donghuamen, ride a horse, and wear purple clothes. As for the down-and-out literati who linger in brothels and write about the eagles, they have their own fan groups.

Xu Ping's impression of women in this era mostly comes from various stories seen in his previous life, and is basically divided into two types. One is a living in a beautiful boudoir or a brothel and a painting boat, with all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and a sentimental little heart that loves the romantic talent. Another is Lin Su Niang, who is well-educated and polite, and most of the people's thoughts must be placed on others and tell them everything. They may not have their own delicate inner world, but they combine the feminine virtues that men fantasize about. Men choose to accompany their other half for their lives, especially in this era, which one would they choose?

In Xu Ping's understanding, women of this era are still too similar, so they don't have any special choice. Lin Su Niang is good enough, and he is willing to accept it.

If the world you are traveling through is not like this, if the woman in the world has three heads, eight legs, and eighty-eight orifices, each of them is different, Xu Ping would never have accepted an arranged marriage so easily.

Since that day's lively, it has been a few more days, passing by in a simple manner.

On May 1895, on the eighth day of the lunar month, Xu Ping finished class and returned to his yard with two books.

Xiuxiu lay on the small square table in the yard, frowning.

Xu Ping walked around her and said strangely: "Xiuxiu, what's wrong with you?"

Xiuxiu looked at the various rice dumplings in the basin on the table and sighed: "Officials, I have eaten rice dumplings for several days in a row, but Xiuxiu can't eat them anymore."

After all, the Xu family is not an ordinary small family, and Su'er wants to show her Jiangnan craftsmanship. I don't know how many of the rice dumplings are sent to Xu Ping. What kind of rice dumplings did Xu Ping have never seen in his previous life? In other words, the one who sticks to millet felt novelty. After eating a few more, the rest belonged to Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu was born into a poor family and had never eaten anything good. She started to eat happily, but today, she finally couldn't eat it anymore.

Xu Ping said: "What's the point of worrying about this? Just give it to Gaodaquan outside and eat it."

Xiuxiu nodded with a bitter face and said nothing.

Xu Ping smiled and patted her head: "Put it here first, I'll let them take it myself later."

Xiuxiu then stood up and her face bloomed.

Since the last Zongzi incident, Xiuxiu still has a knot in her heart.

Seeing Xu Ping holding two books, Xiuxiu said strangely: "Official, why do you bring the book back to read today?"

In the past month, although Xu Ping obediently followed Lin Wensi to study, he was mostly a false story and was not attentive in class, let alone bringing the book back to review. Today, he suddenly changed his sex life, and even Xiuxiu was surprised.

Xu Ping sat down, put two books on his knees and patted them, and said to Xiuxiu: "One of them is the "Rhyme of the Ministry of Rites" published by this dynasty, and the other is the newly compiled "Yu Pian". The teacher asked me to bring it back and learn it carefully. This time it was not a joke, but the gentleman said that he couldn't answer the exam in the school, so he really wanted to get the slap. From now on, I will also write regular characters and write elegant words. When will the imperial court start a tribute, I will also go back to pass the Jinshi and wear the green, red and purple ones. Xiuxiu, are you okay?"

Xiuxiu covered her mouth and smiled, "The official said it very easily!"

"Is it difficult?" Xu Ping sighed, "It's really difficult! This time the teacher lets out the mighty style, and he's going to hit me one hundred times first! Xiuxiu, the official will not have a good life in the future!"

Xiuxiu smiled and said, "Siucai Lin is for his own good!"

Xu Ping shook his head, sighed, and entered the house alone. He regretted that day that he was angry and hot, and copied poems written by others, but there was no good result. Lin Wensi actually realized that he was a talented person and never slacked off again. He used tough methods to make him a talent.

"Yu Pian" and "Rhyme of the Ministry of Rites" were the most basic reference books for the imperial examination at this time. They were first-class dictionary, and the latter focused on the division of rhymes. Although Xu Ping had paid attention to it himself in the past, he often wrote simplified Chinese characters from his previous life involuntarily, and spoken language was everywhere. In Lin Wensi's words, it was the village language that was taught repeatedly, and this time he had to treat him hard.

It would be fine if you don’t go to the imperial examination. You can write whatever you want. If you want to go to the imperial examination, you must write and use rhymes in a regular manner. Otherwise, no matter how talented you are, you will go there. Only so many years later, Li Di, the top scholar in the Zhenzong Dynasty, almost fell on this. Because of rhyme, he almost didn’t even get a Jinshi. Thanks to prime minister Wang Dan’s love of his talent, he became the top scholar. If you look back, Ouyang Xiu, the leader of the literary world in the Song Dynasty, who dares to say that his articles are not good? The poor man has no reference books because rhymes keeps struggling on the road to the imperial examination until he finds a clear father-in-law to solve the problem.

Xu Ping has a good life, and his father-in-law is a sensible person on the road to imperial examinations. Let him lay a solid foundation first and don’t make jokes in the future. Besides, how many exams Xu Ping had in his previous life? He was also a little expert in exams. Naturally, he understood this truth. If you want to take the exam, you must first understand how to answer the paper.

In this era, no one intends to promote any standardization. Not to mention writing in daily life, even the various ways of writing characters on the carved books are used to everyone. But in formal occasions, you have to write regular characters, which must be clearly found in the newly compiled "Yu Pian", and you cannot write them randomly. The first step in taking the imperial examination is to make the characters you write match the fonts in "Yu Pian". This is not simple. You must know that there are many subtle differences between ancient and modern times. There are too many places where "grass" heads and "bamboo" heads are easy to be confused, but they are not as simple and crude as simplified and traditional Chinese. Especially the various taboos in the imperial court, who can remember clearly? It must be based on the latest version of "Yu Pian".

If you want to play with personality, let’s talk about it when you pass the Jinshi period. No one will care about it at that time. Is there still less simplified Chinese characters in the handwriting left by Su Shi and a few great calligraphers of the Song Dynasty?
Chapter completed!