February is approaching, spring is warm and snow is melting, and the mountains are ushering in a good season.

Zhang Yue and Guo Lin were all studying in an orderly manner, preparing for the county school entrance examination.

Before recording the test, they had to write ten public papers.

The running paper is the imperial examination culture since the Tang Dynasty. Scholars should present their usual proud poems to the examiner before the exam, so that they can look familiar.

If you send a few more articles after a few days, it is called a warm copy.

In the Song Dynasty, there was a system of name-name. At first, except for the provincial examinations, the name-name-name was not a name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name-

I only reached the answer to the first level of the county academic record exam, but I still didn’t have the name. But the imperial examination atmosphere has changed, and some people think that there is no need to go through so much trouble anymore. But in fact, I still have to submit the papers for this school, so at least I understand the rules.

In terms of writing papers, the habit of warming papers was regarded as a first-class backdoor problem in the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, the Song Dynasty would not have had a name-based system. But then again, all candidates can do the papers, but if you don’t, you will become a disease.

The county examination is still the only thought of the examiner.

According to Guo Xueshou, the county school is said to be five people in Jinshizhai and ten people in Jingshengzhai, but there are definitely candidates who have passed the list, and the exam is just a formality.

And they have to compete for the last place with the rest.

If the articles in the paper can be appreciated by the county magistrate, they can get the qualification to pass the list first. If they don’t work, they still have to go back to the exam.

Then the question is.

Candidates in the Jinshi class can give you poems and articles that you are proud of on weekdays. So what do you give to the candidates in the classics who only rely on rote memorization? Write a memorial commentary at home and give it to the examiner, saying that this is written by me at home, so what is the difference between this and taking off your pants and farting?

But in the end, there is still a way, so write "big righteousness".

During the Qingli period, Fan Zhongyan carried out imperial examination reforms, which added examination content to the candidates in various subjects. In the last contest, ten "big righteousness" were tested. It was not until Fan Zhongyan's reforms that the major righteousness was abolished recently in various subjects.

The great meaning is the great meaning of "subtle words and great meaning", which means that the examiner will take a few words to the meaning of the sutra, and then ask the candidates to use the commentary to respond to the commentary of this sutra to polish the invention with the words.

This is actually somewhat similar to the study of chapters and sentences. Compared with the eight-part essays in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it is just that there is no format constraint.

Guo Xuezhao asked Guo Lin to write ten "Great Rights" in ten days, and presented them to the county magistrate.

Guo Lin was very serious about writing "Great Righteousness". Scholars all had this idea. He wrote an article that was shocking and made a great success. After the paper in Luoyang was expensive, he was appreciated by noble people and has since risen to the top.

Guo Linzi is no exception. Judging from his serious attitude, he seems to be trying to integrate his efforts in studying for so many years into these "Great Meanings".

As for Zhang Yue's interest, he was mainly due to the prejudice of the eight-legged essays in later generations, which made him really not interested in the eight-legged essays. Moreover, he had little chance to speculate through the scriptures. There were still people who read poetry, lyrics and essays, but no one reads the great righteousness in the Song Dynasty.

The most important thing is that Zhang Yue has another way. If I hadn't heard that Pucheng County Magistrate is still a bit righteous and has a good official reputation, Zhang Yue would have devoted himself to the back door.

Guo Lin had no way to put all his hopes on the line.

Although Zhang Yue thought so in his heart, he still wrote down the ten great principles. After all, the process still has to be done.

After writing, you must submit the paper.

Normally, I have to go to the county town. However, Guo Xueze learned about it a long time ago. In a few days, the county magistrate would go to Chenwu Village, not far from Wuxi to inspect the agriculture and sericulture. At that time, they could go to the face to carry the papers, which was much better than sending them to the county government and not even seeing each other.

Guo Xuezhao asked the old village to inquire about the whereabouts of the county magistrate. After inquiring several times, he finally decided on the date and itinerary.

Just three days later.

Before dawn, the master's wife got up to cook for Zhang Yue and Guo Lin.

After the two of them had a meal of half-full vegetable soup, they went out all day long and moon-long. As for the rolling papers, they were placed close to the rolling bag.

Before leaving, Guo Xuezhao told the two to find Li Zheng when they arrived in Chenwu Village. He had already taken care of them.

Before Chenshi, when Zhang Yue and Guo Lin arrived at Chenwu Village, they thought they would see a scene of loess mattresses and golden drums sing together to welcome and see off, but they saw nothing, not even a bird.

Guo Lin found an old farmer and asked, "Old man, I heard that I ordered you to come to the village for inspection today. I wonder when will you come?"

It would be fine if Guo Lin didn't ask. When he asked the old farmer, he immediately cursed: "I don't know which thief is robbing Lingjun halfway..."

"ah?"

Zhang Yue thought to himself, is this Water Margin?

The old farmer was speechless, and the two of them asked for a long time before they understood the reason for love.

It turned out that the county magistrate did come to inspect Chenwu Village today. It was almost here, but the people from Qian Village halfway through a bridge that they had to pass to Chenwu Village last night. Today, the county magistrate told him not to inspect the place and went to Qian Village instead.

"Who is so arrogant and unreasonable? Such despicable means?"

"Who else can it be? It's Mr. Miao who regards wealth as his life. My goddamn!" the old farmer cursed.

Zhang Yue and Guo Lin looked at each other and they really didn’t meet in life.

"Why would Mr. Miao would rather offend a villager than intercept Ling Jun in his place!"

"How do I know?"

Zhang Yue asked, "Okay, that old man told me how to go to Qiancun to go?"

The old farmer said, "The bridge has been dug up, and it takes two hours to go around."

Guo Lin and Zhang Yue looked at each other, what should I do? I have to go around.

So Guo Lin and Zhang Yue set out to travel through mountains and rivers and rushed to Miao Yuanwai's village.

There are many places on the road that have to wade by. Not only does the stream water be cold, but you also have to wet the rolled bag carefully. Zhang Yue was exhausted all the way, and he also wanted to sincerely greet Mr. Miao’s mother.

The two finally arrived at the field just after noon. This time they really got up early and rushed to the evening party.

The entrance of the village is a road that leads directly to the county town, with loess sprinkled on it, and two rows of mulberry trees on the left and right of the road, and a caravan with two wheels and two shafts covered with curtains is parked on the road at the entrance of the village.

Obviously the county magistrate has entered the village.

There were still several big and thick men standing at the entrance of the village and said, "There are noble people in the village today, so you can avoid them quickly."

Guo Lin stepped forward and said, "I am here to pay homage to Lingjun."

"Oh? Who are you? Why do you come to pay homage to Lingjun?" The leader looked up and down at Guo Lin, and the octopus looked a little unkind.

Zhang Yue was about to let Guo Lin not tell him bluntly, can you control it directly? The villagers did not dare to stop scholars.

But Guo Lin said honestly: "We have a few papers for Ling Jun to review."

Several people showed a sudden look, and the man said, "I'm tired. It's not convenient to see guests today. You'd better go back!"

Guo Lin said anxiously: "How can this be made? We walked far away just to meet Ling Jun."

"I'm sorry, we are ordered not to let strangers enter the village."

Guo Lin was so anxious that he was about to cry. How many days had he written the paper? If he could not hand it over to the county magistrate in advance, his years of hard work would be wasted.

"No, I have to go in today... I can climb in as well as I can."

After hearing what Guo Lin said, several villagers were on guard as if they were facing a great enemy.

Zhang Yue looked at the village at this moment, but suddenly waved: "Sanniang...Sanniang...Here..."

When Guo Lin heard Zhang Yue say this, he followed his eyes, but suddenly turned around and said, "Junior brother, let's come back another day..."

Zhang Yue: "???"

"Senior Brother! Look at me!" Zhang Yue hugged Guo Lin's waist tightly, pulling him back like a tug of war.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing here, Brother Zhang?"

When Guo Lin heard Miao Sanniang's voice, he immediately stopped struggling, and he seemed to have been exhausted.

Zhang Yue held Guo Lin and reluctantly smiled at Miao Sanniang, saying, "Junior sister, long time no see. We are going to meet Ling Jun. These people refuse. Senior brother insists on breaking in. Look, I won't hold Senior brother away?"

"So that's it!" Miao Sanniang smiled suddenly, "They are my classmates, not outsiders, let them come in!"

"Yes, Sanniang." The few people immediately gave in.

"Come in."

Miao Sanniang immediately led the way, and Zhang Yue and Guo Lin followed.

"Junior sister, why do they refuse to let us in?"

Miao Sanniang smiled and said, "This is what Dad meant. He has worked so hard to invite Lingjun here today. It's not just for my incompetent brother to enter the county school."

"So that's it." Zhang Yue immediately understood.

Guo Lin hurriedly said, "Sanniang, then if we go in like this, will we disturb you?"

Zhang Yue turned his head to look at Guo Lin, full of contempt.

Miao Sanniang smiled and said, "If you have any trouble, don't you? I don't know how good my brother is to study? I'm not as good as Dalian since I was a child."

"Just a few days ago, my father heard the olympics say that my brother will have great fortune in the past two years, so he believed it without doubt."

Guo Lin and Zhang Yue both laughed when they heard this.

Zhang Yue thought to himself that if Mr. Miao really had a way to the county magistrate, he would not have been despicable to dig a broken bridge.

Miao Sanniang said, "My father and Lingjun have had dinner in the ancestral hall now. You will wait outside the ancestral hall gate. When Lingjun comes, you will hand over the papers."

"Do you say a word to the outside of the prophet member?"

Miao Sanniang laughed and said, "Senior Brother, you are really honest. Will he be willing with my father's character?"

Guo Lin lowered his head and said, "Sanniang, you will offend your father and brother, and you will also help me and my junior brother?"

"No, I just want to exclaim my anger. Who told my father to never look at me with a direct look?" Miao Sanniang pinched her hands tightly and said.

Guo Lin and Zhang Yue were waiting at the entrance of the ancestral hall. At this time, some villagers saw that the situation was wrong and wanted to persuade the two of them to leave. But they wanted the county magistrate to be inside, and Miao Sanniang was there again and did not dare to act rashly.

At this time, the county magistrate had already walked out of the ancestral hall slowly.

Looking at the time when the county magistrate was only about 30 people, he was talking to Miao Dalang while walking like a wandering strolling in the garden.

Just now, he realized that this Miao Dalang was not a material for studying. After asking a few questions, he couldn't know where he flew. Fortunately, his confidant returned the conversation, and the scene was already very awkward.

But the reason why he was very enthusiastic about Miao Yuanwai was because Miao Yuanwai was willing to offer money. There was no way, the minister in the yamen did not have enough money, and the job and land subsidies were only obtained.

When he was a scholar, he couldn't stand this behavior of fighting for the autumn wind, but when he was in the position of a county magistrate, everything was difficult, so sometimes he had to bend down to pick up money.
Chapter completed!