Chen Ke casually threw all the fish food into the pond, and a whole pond of fish jumped around, fighting for the fish food.

Fusu on the side looked at Chen Ke's movements and fell into deep thought.

What the teacher said does not seem to be that simple.

Who is a fish? What does it mean to drain all the water from the pond?

What is fishing?

The teacher is fishing?

Is this fish a Confucian or someone else?

Fusu thought about the problems, and finally found the clues that connected everything in his mind.

The essay competition is just this handful of fish food.

Da Qin is this pond.

Those hidden in the dark, Confucians, and even other enemies are all fish.

Fusu looked at Chen Ke and felt that Chen Ke's expression was unfathomable.

"Teacher, do you want to use the essay competition to catch the enemy hidden in it?"

When Chen Ke heard this, he glanced at Fusu strangely.

"What nonsense are you talking about again?"

He stretched out, looked at the fish in the pond, and casually ordered the boy on the shore.

"Go, catch me some fish and bring them up. I want to eat grilled fish tonight!"

Chen Ke stood on the bow of the boat, and the boat was slowly heading towards the edge of the pond.

Fusu stood there with his eyes twitching and a look of confusion in his eyes.

It turns out that the teacher was just hungry and wanted to eat grilled fish, not that much?

He held his forehead helplessly.

But in an instant, Fusu saw the smile on Chen Ke's face and was stunned again.

Is the teacher really just hungry?

How do you feel that the phrase "eat grilled fish" also has a profound meaning?

At this time, Chen Ke turned his head and looked at Fusu, who was still standing there: "Let's go and prepare things first, Fusu."

Chen Ke chuckled.

"This grilled fish takes a lot of effort."

"First you have to prepare the right seasonings, then you have to set up the grill for grilling the fish, and secondly you have to find the right time."

"If you bake it for too long, the fish will get old."

"It doesn't work if the grilling time is too short, the fish will have a flavor."

"The timing of killing fish is also very particular. Whether it is killed early or late, it will affect the taste of the fish."

Chen Ke pointed to the pool of water with a smile: "Simply, the rack for grilling fish is ready now."

"We just have to wait."

........

Xianyang City

As the date of the literary competition draws closer, the atmosphere in Xianyang City gradually becomes tense and impatient.

But due to Qin's laws, no one dared to take action in Xianyang City.

As the days passed, the number of notices posted by the government gradually increased.

All of them are related to the subsequent literary contest.

Xiao He and the other three stood in front of the announcement, with a little brilliance in their eyes.

"How do you think this essay contest will be held?"

He stroked his chin, his face full of confusion: "Now in Xianyang City, candidates from all walks of life are gathering."

"No one knows whether there are people with evil intentions hidden among them."

"What's more, there are so many people, and Your Majesty probably won't meet them all. So how do you select the truly talented people?"

Chen Ping frowned slightly: "This matter is indeed a problem."

"It was that person who brought this matter up. Presumably that Mr. Chen Shaofu has already figured out a solution."

Cao Shen nodded: "Not bad."

"Since this idea has been proposed, there must be a follow-up method."

"Otherwise, His Majesty will not agree to this matter."

"It's just that I'm curious about what method will be used to screen out so many people one by one?"

When the three of them were talking, they all had no idea that there was a handsome young man standing beside them.

The young man stood there, clenching his fists tightly.

He looked at the notice in front of him with both expectation and excitement in his eyes.

........

At this time, in Zhangtai Palace

Chen Ke sat absentmindedly in front of Ying Zheng. In front of him was the First Emperor, but what he was thinking about was the unfinished grilled fish at home...

"Chen Ke?!"

A solemn voice woke Chen Ke up. He looked at Ying Zheng sitting in front of him and smiled awkwardly.

"His Majesty?"

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Ke's distracted look and sneered.

"Well, Chen Ke, how dare you talk to me absent-mindedly?"

"Tell me, what were you thinking just now?"

"Let me take a look. What it is is more important than what I told you!"

Chen Ke smiled coquettishly. He looked at the First Emperor and said to him.

"Your Majesty, isn't the essay competition coming soon?"

"I am worried about this essay competition, so I want to ask Your Majesty."

"What topic is Your Majesty planning to give this time?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Chen Ke and said solemnly: "Your idea is very good."

"This literary contest is the first for Great Qin."

"So when there are a lot of things that are no longer the norm."

"In addition to the first selection, there are too many people, so the "unified examination" you proposed is a good idea."

Ying Zheng raised his forehead and sighed.

"It's just that when I was thinking about the problem, I thought of another question."

"Does the literary contest only select people who are good at governance and not good generals?"

"But if they are mixed together, wouldn't it be too confusing, and this question... wouldn't be easy to solve."

Chen Ke looked at Ying Zheng with curiosity on his face: "Your Majesty must have a solution to this question."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly: "Just separate."

"It's not that difficult."

"The main thing I want to ask is that this is a literary competition. Since there is a text, is it inappropriate to separate it like this?"

Chen Ke blinked: "What's inappropriate?"

"Your Majesty, doesn't the art of war need to be written? Since it needs to be written, then it is "literary"."

"It's just that when it comes to printing, this part cannot be printed."

Ying Zheng nodded: "In that case, I will leave this matter to you?"

He waved and Zhao Gao brought two pieces of paper behind him.

Ying Zheng had already separated out the topics, and now he was waiting for Chen Ke to arrive.

Chen Ke hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, will I be able to convince the public if I preside over this literary competition?"

He said sincerely: "Let's ask Prime Minister Li to preside over it."

"After all, Prime Minister Li is the head of the hundred officials, so it is normal for him to preside over it at this time."
To be continued...