Zhang Wenhai sat languidly beside the desk. He looked like a plagued rooster. If he had a crest, it must have been drooping aside.

He only knew that he was stupid, but he didn't know that he was so stupid. Although he was a little fluent in the article Chu Ci asked him to explain and memorize, at least the masters had interpreted it, so he could speak it out.

But then there were more and more questions. Although they were just some recitations, how could Chu Ci's brain keep up?

One moment he was studying "Mencius", the next moment it was "The Analects of Confucius", and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, it became "The Book of Songs" again.

The questions are also varied. The memorized part is taken from the previous sentence, some from the last sentence, and even some only from the middle words. This is simply inhumane.

Once he thought about it for a moment, Chu Ci stared at him with that weird and unpredictable look, as if he was saying "Why are you so stupid?" It made people mentally stressed, and the words came out even more stumbling. Obviously his former wife was not

Then take the test!

Zhang Wenhai wanted to protest, but as soon as Chu Ci glanced at him, he withered. Because Chu Ci didn't touch the book during the whole process. Not only that, even if he memorized a word wrong, he would be found and corrected immediately.

Come here. Is it possible that the brains of child prodigies are so different from those of ordinary people? Zhang Wenhai transformed into lemon essence, and his whole body exuded a charming sour smell.

"Okay, let's end today's examination." Chu Ci finally showed mercy and let Zhang Wenhai go. He had a general understanding of Zhang Wenhai's foundation.

This book has a solid foundation in literature, a good memory, and the back of the book is familiar, but the reaction is a little slow. Chu Ci feels that this is his biggest problem.

If it were still the same test every day, Zhang Wenhai would have already been admitted as a scholar and become a student. But now that the system has changed, he still has to think about each question for a long time.

The previous few times, he failed the test paper because he didn't have enough time. The next one or two times, he barely finished the test paper, but the question was not answered in depth, and he only filled in a false appearance.

Naturally, Ling would not admit such a person as a scholar.

You must know that the number of scholars in the county every year is also included in the assessment of county officials. However, it will not work if we recruit people randomly just for the sake of numbers.

Chu Ci knew that the title of scholar was not lifelong. At the end of each year, he had to go to the county to participate in an "annual examination." Those who passed the annual examination retained the title of scholar and were qualified for the autumn examination for two consecutive years.

If not, then I'm sorry, this scholar's title will also be taken back.

Although a scholar is not as good as a scholar, he still enjoys many rights and interests. A scholar is entitled to five measures of rice every month, once in March. In August, the Chu family received it once in advance, and all the rice they received was exchanged for money to help Chu

Chu Ci is cured of his illness, and by December, Chu Ci will be able to receive the next quarter's Lumi.

In addition to this, a scholar can also be exempted from the taxes of three people, including himself, and his own corvee. The corvee in the Wei Dynasty was calculated like this. If there are two men over fourteen years old in the family, then one corvee must be paid.

quota.

Chu Ci's father fell into the water and drowned because he was building a river embankment. Since Chu Ci was admitted as a scholar, he was exempted from the corvee. The Chu family was only a male, so naturally his eldest brother no longer had to

Served in corvee service.

There are still seven years until Chu Xiaoyuan grows up to be an adult. Chu Ci thinks that within these seven years, he will be able to pass the imperial examination no matter what, and then the whole family will be exempted from taxes and corvee and step into the noble family.

In addition, scholars do not have to kneel before officials, and they do not have to appear in person in lawsuits. People below the government level cannot torture a scholar in private. Even if something is really committed, as long as it is not a capital crime, it can be settled with money.

Moreover, if ordinary people want to leave the county, they must find a way to guide them, but scholars can travel around the world with documents.

There are so many benefits to being a scholar that everyone flocks to it, so there are very few scholars who have their titles revoked.

Chu Ci thought that in order to help Zhang Wenhai gain fame, he must first improve his answering speed and thinking ability. He could no longer just let him think about a question for a long time before starting to answer it.

So how can we make him improve? The only way is to brush up on the questions.

The No. 1 Middle School in City A where Chu Ci was originally located is an old high school. One of the reasons why the school's admission rate is far higher than that of other high schools is that their school has built a question bank of its own.

Whether it is real college entrance examination questions from various places in previous years, or questions from certain places or even high schools, they have collected them all here. As for the method of collection, I will not mention it for now, but its benefits are obvious.

Every time the students take the monthly exam, they have to solve boss-level problems in this devilish atmosphere. When faced with the elite-like questions in the general college exam, it is naturally no problem.

And now, Chu Ci is also preparing to come up with his own questions to let Zhang Wenhai feel the oppression he felt as a senior high school student in his previous life.

After being let go, Zhang Wenhai, who was holding Junshan silver coins and eating a delicious piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, felt cold all over again - Oops, it feels like that again!

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That night, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother came back from the county town. They had been to the county town for a banquet two days ago, and they didn't have time to come back at noon to entertain Chu Ci. So as soon as they got home in the evening, they immediately ordered the cook to hold a banquet for Chu Ci.

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"Chu Xiucai, please. I'm so lucky to have Chu Xiucai here to answer his questions. I'd like to toast you first with this glass of wine." Father Zhang opened his mouth to say compliments, but his attitude was sincere. When he heard this

Those who speak will only feel comfortable.

"Why did Mr. Zhang do this? I don't deserve my words. Logically speaking, Brother Zhang and I came from the same school, and you are the elder. How can I, a junior, let the elder toast me first? Besides, you are the master of the family, and I

As a guest, it is natural that I, the guest, must first pay respect to the host and thank you for your hospitality. Therefore, it is my duty to pay you a toast to this glass of wine first." Chu Ci stood up, holding the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile.

Zhang's father said quickly: "Okay, okay, please sit down quickly, nephew Chu Xian, you are so good at talking. I have to bear this glass of wine no matter what." After saying that, he touched Chu Ci.

After drinking the cup, the two of them raised their heads and drank it all at the same time. Then they looked at each other and smiled, and the feeling of unfamiliarity was instantly eliminated.

"My dear nephew, this boy of mine is stupid by nature. Could you please help me take good care of him? Either beat or scold him. As a father, I don't have any complaints. I just hope that he can make more progress than before, and I will be satisfied.

." Father Zhang first sighed, and then looked at Zhang Wenhai with an expression of hatred for steel.

This glance made Zhang Wenhai feel very embarrassed and aggrieved. His father's words were commonplace. Every one of his husbands had heard these words from his father. Unexpectedly, he said it to Chu Ci again today.

It's not that he doesn't agree with Chu Ci's identity, but that Chu Ci is one year younger than him, so how can he regard Chu Ci as his husband without any grudges?

"Look, he's still not convinced, alas!" Zhang Wenhai's slightly aggrieved look was caught by his father, and he was criticized again.

"Uncle, you are worrying too much. Brother Zhang just doesn't adapt to the rules of the examination room. His poems and articles are still very good. You are a little unfair to him by saying this. Now that your house has called me, I will do my best to help Zhang

Brother, let him make some progress and live up to the expectations of the two elders."

Chu Ci has been a class teacher for four years since graduation, and he knows the mentality of some parents very well. When they complain that their children are stupid and disobedient, they must not follow his words, otherwise they will end up in a disastrous situation.

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At this time, teachers should work hard to discover the students' strengths and say more good things, which will contribute to family harmony and a harmonious relationship between teachers and students.

Chu Ci's words indeed made the three members of the Zhang family smile with joy, especially Zhang's mother, who hated to hear others say that Zhang Wenhai was not good.

Everyone had a good impression of Chu Ci. The guests and hosts at the dinner had a great time and chatted for a long time before leaving.

At night, Mr. Zhang admired Mrs. Zhang endlessly: "How do you think this Chu Xiucai has such a brain? I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen a young man like him. He is not only good at learning, but also good at people."

He should not be underestimated in terms of skill. Even if I read thousands of sails, I can't have any ill will towards him. If our son could be half, no, one-third as smart as him, I wouldn't have to worry about his future."

"Come on, you've been talking about this all night, and it makes my ears go numb. No matter how good Chu Xiucai is, it's not our blessing. Besides, didn't Chu Xiucai say it? We Wenhai are not stupid, we are just a little bit

If he doesn’t adapt, he will definitely be admitted as a scholar next year, so you can rest assured and wait to be the father of a scholar!"

Zhang's mother didn't hate Chu Ci anymore, but she still felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Mr. Zhang keep praising other people's children. She could only put her hope in Zhang Wenhai so that he could get ahead as soon as possible.

Chu Ci drank a lot of wine tonight. Even though the alcohol content in ancient times was not high, he was still a little drunk.

Chu Ci had a habit of swiping ink every time he got drunk. Let's just call this a literati's elegance.

He came to the table, spread out the paper and polished the ink. After a moment of daze, he wrote a poem on the paper with the pen.

“… I have learned a lot since childhood and have high ambitions throughout my life;

Others carry swords, but I have a pen like a sword.

In the morning he was a farmhouse man, and in the evening he ascended to the emperor's hall;

The general has no seeds at all, and a man should strive for self-improvement..."

This is the "Prodigy Poetry" written by Wang Zhu, a poet of the Song Dynasty. Legend has it that he himself was a child prodigy and could compose poems at the age of nine.

In this ancient time with clear feudal hierarchy, Chu Ci was a little depressed. Although he had already known that social status in ancient times was very unequal, after putting himself in their shoes, the more he understood, the stronger his desire to get ahead.

Just like tonight, the Zhang family he faced was just a family of wealthy businessmen, and he couldn't help but feel a little flattery in his words. This didn't mean that he felt humiliated or anything, but it was just that in the future, he would face more people. If not

To make himself stronger, he will do more and more things that go against his true intentions.

This is not what Chu Ci wants to see.

Once he traveled through time, Chu Ci was glad that he was wearing the body of a scholar. He couldn't imagine how he would behave if he were wearing the body of a trafficker, a footman, or even a rough servant.

But he knows that no matter what the situation is, he will try his best to live a new world and not let himself succumb to this unknown fate.
Chapter completed!