I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 77
When Mrs. Li and Zhan Feiyu were called by Shan Wazi to Zhan's old house, the main room was full of people, it was too cold, and the villagers who were watching the lively didn't want to freeze outside.

Zhan Feiyu's dry hair was loose, and her jet-black hair color made her face even more fair and delicate, and matched with star-black eyes, she was not as delicate as a child raised in a rural farm.

"Little fish, come to the brazier to roast, don't freeze." The aunt shouted, and pulled Zhan Feiyu to the brazier and sat down.

The villagers who squeezed the door asked Li to enter the house too.

"Xiaoyu's hair hasn't dried yet. It can't be said that Xiaoyu set fire to Zhan's second family."

"It's just nonsense. Da Linzi and Uncle Hu didn't see anyone."

"Look at what she and Widow Liu are mumbling about."

The old patriarch and the village are sitting on the left and right sides of the square table, and the food on the table has been cleaned up by Mrs. Zhan and Mrs. Ma.

Old man Zhan stood aside smoking a cigarette. After this series of events, Old Man Zhan's head looked more than ten years old and his body was hunched.

"I made it clear before under the big banyan tree. Although the fire is strange, it must have nothing to do with Xiaoyu!"

"Zhou Tian was in a drowsiness and asked three questions, but Liu Shi, you and Liu Fu were awake, and the door bolt was fastened when the fire was on. If you let me hear someone pouring dirty water on Xiaoyu, don't blame me, the village leader. Treat her with village rules!"

Facing Uemura Masa's sharp eyes, Widow Liu lowered her head embarrassedly, hiding the unwillingness and greed in her eyes.

She didn't know if it had anything to do with it, but all her belongings were burned, and there was not a grain of food in the kitchen. It was cold and hungry in the winter, not to mention the New Year, and she didn't know how to survive.

Village Zheng ignored Widow Liu, looked at Xiao Yao Shi and said sternly: "And you, you are talking nonsense in the village as soon as you touch your lips, and the second son of Zhan is indulging you, but the clan can't tolerate women who are offended. Next time, you will return to Yao's house with the divorce letter!"

As long as the old patriarch and the clan elders agree, the clan can take the place of the second son of Zhan and put away the little Yao family.

"Second sister-in-law is just uncomfortable talking nonsense, Muzheng, I promise that second sister-in-law will not talk nonsense again, otherwise I will beat her." Ma pushed Xiao Yao and asked her to speak quickly.

After Mrs. Li moved out, from washing and cooking to cleaning the yard, from feeding chickens and ducks to taking care of the vegetable fields, it all fell on the two sisters. Quarrel.

When he thought that if Xiao Yao was divorced, all these things would fall on his head, Ma shivered in fright, and almost pressed Xiao Yao's head to let her express her position.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world, but the house of our three families was set on fire!" Xiao Yaoshi looked at Zhan Feiyu with resentment, this dead girl is avenging Da Huang!
Dare to say these words in vain, the village is looking at the stubborn little Yao, just about to get angry but was interrupted by the old patriarch.

"Little Yao, as the saying goes, catch the thief and catch the stolen goods. You accuse Li and Xiaoyu of setting fire to the houses of the three of you, and you must show evidence." The old patriarch was old and spoke slowly, but no one dared to take it lightly. .

Without waiting for Xiao Yao's rebuttal, the old patriarch continued: "There are more than 100 households in the village, and there are more than 700 people, old and young. Is it the culprit? You can ask for compensation?"

The women in the village often quarrel over trivial matters. I can't ask your house for money today, and tomorrow you ask his house for money, then the village is not messed up.

"I don't know about other people's homes, but the fire must be done by Xiaoyu!" Xiaoyao seemed to have caught Zhan Feiyu's handle, and his voice was high and sharp.

"Zhu Zi said that the hundred households with high martial arts skills must be able to burn down the houses of our three families without knowing it. Who else could it be! Is it really haunted?"

Although the people in the village are ignorant and believe in ghosts and gods, Xiao Yaoshi doesn't believe that it is Da Huang's mischief.

Since Zhou Tian was thrown into the yard, Widow Liu's door was locked, but she was eating in the main house, but the house was burnt down. After being reminded by Zhan's second child, Xiao Yao thought of the Lord Hundred Households in the mouth of Zhuzi.

Xiao Yao raised her voice and asked, "The guards of the Zeng family are all practicing family members, and they didn't vomit blood after being kicked by the other party. What's so difficult for such a master to come to our three houses to set fire to them."

"It's really possible." A man who didn't believe in ghosts and ghosts murmured. If it was really done by Lord Baihu of the Weisuo, then everything would make sense.

Zhan Feiyu, who was sitting on the small stool and roasting, stood up and couldn't help laughing at the smug little Yao Shi, "Second sister-in-law, do you know how many officials Baihu is?"

"What's the matter with me? You don't want to use a high-ranking official to press me!" Xiao Yao replied stubbornly, glaring at Zhan Feiyu fiercely, if it wasn't for adoption, this dead girl dared to speak to herself like this and slap her in the face Can't kill her!

Looking at the villagers who were also puzzled, Zhan Feiyu said loudly: "The hundred households in the Weisuo are from the sixth rank, which is one rank higher than the county magistrate Chen. In other words, I can also instruct the county magistrate to set fire to the village."

The villagers were stunned for a moment, and then they all shook their heads, this is absolutely impossible!
No matter how capable Xiaoyu is, that is, to make Ma Caikuai and these yamen be polite, and to instruct the county magistrate?They wouldn't believe it if they were beaten to death, let alone let the county master set fire to them, it would be impossible for the three ancestral graves to emit blue smoke!
"If I can really let the adults from the sixth grade do things for me." Zhan Feiyu tilted his head and chuckled, his eyes full of contempt and indifference, "Do I need to be afraid of anyone else?"

On one side, there was Lord Baihu, who was even more powerful than Magistrate Chen, and on the other side were the mud legs that were being eaten in the ground. Zhan Feiyu burned down three houses, and Lord Baihu broke Zhan Dalang and his legs. How can they be?
Going to the yamen to complain about grievances, but the rank of the county magistrate is still lower, and even at the same level, the county yamen can't control the guards.

Looking at Zhan Feiyu, who had a sweet smile but a ruthless look in his eyes, the villagers felt extremely unfamiliar and fearful.

Everyone suddenly realized that Zhan Feiyu was not only a seven-year-old girl, but behind her was the talented Master Lin, one of her parents, the county magistrate Chen, and even the master of Baihu, who was highly skilled in martial arts. .

They don't even dare to offend the yamen who have no rank in the yamen, and even those hooligans are afraid.

I ignored Widow Liu who was finally scared.Xiao Yao Shi and the others, Zhan Feiyu looked at the old patriarch seriously and said: "Grandpa, the teacher who gave me Kaimeng knew that I was adopted, so he asked Lord Baihu to give me money for my studies, so the money in the clan was used. Come and help the people in need."

Zhan Feiyu only saw it when he was packing his clothes. Five 100 taels of banknotes would last a lifetime for an ordinary farmer. Even if studying for the imperial examination consumes money, 500 taels is enough.

"Grandpa, my mother and I will go back first." Zhan Feiyu said, without looking at the expressions of other villagers, he took Li's hand and left.

The people crowded in the room immediately moved out of the way, getting used to Zhan Feiyu's good-natured and polite side. At this time, looking at her indifferent attitude that no strangers should enter, she was inexplicably fearful.

Not only did the old patriarch not get angry because of Zhan Feiyu's strong attitude, but he smiled and stroked his beard.

The same is true of Muzheng and a few clan elders. These old guys are just relying on their seniority, otherwise Xiaoyu would not need to be so polite to them.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense on a cold day. Just think about why Ma Zhaokuai is so polite to Xiaoyu? Then think about why the Zeng family in Baofeng Buzhuang is so domineering, why didn't they pursue it?" He was sarcastically looking at the gloomy second Zhan.

No matter how shrewd he is and how to calculate, he is still just a scumbag. Although Xiaoyu is still white, he has a bright future.

The people in the village may not be shrewd, but they are definitely not stupid. All the villagers say this, and everyone has an account in their hearts.

Thinking that Zhan Feiyu doesn't even want a bundle of [-] taels of silver a year in the clan, which shows that she is not bad for money.

Thinking of Zhan Feiyu, who just left, wearing a new cotton padded coat and leather boots, the villagers used to be able to pose as a benefactor. ?
"Is that the case?" When the villagers left, Xiao Yao clenched his fists resentfully. The truth was in front of his eyes, but the clan in the village actually let it go.

The third Zhan rolled his eyes and said lazily, "Didn't the second sister-in-law hear what the village leader said? Even if it was the fire set by the adults of Baihu, how many lives do you have to seek revenge?"

"I..." Xiao Yaoshi's sharp voice stopped abruptly and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

The old man Zhan knocked his pipe against the edge of the table twice, and looked at the noisy Xiao Yao in warning, "The third child can stand on the pier, thanks to Ma Caikuai's care, it is also Xiaoyu's face, don't talk about it. There is no one who handles the door, think more about Dalang and Saburo!"

Xiao Yao wanted to say that the second child Zhan and Ma Zoutou were brothers, but when Ma Zhoukuai arrested Liu Fu, the second Zhan also went over to make peace, but it was of no use.

And why Zhan Dalang was kicked out of the private school, after all, it was Master Lin who protected Zhan Feiyu, and she could go to the county school at any time, but Zhan Dalang could only stay at home, and there was no private school to accept him if he had money.

Even though the second child Zhan and Xiao Yao were full of unwillingness, jealousy, and hatred, they could only hold back, and even felt that the attitude of old man Zhan and old lady Zhan towards the second room had also changed.

The old couple paid more attention to the third room, and even took [-] taels of silver to Mrs. Ma, and they will send Erlang to a private school in September next year.

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The first winter snow fell, it was already the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, and the private school was also on holiday, but Zhan Feiyu still went to the private school on time.

"Xiaoyu got up really early." The uncle who swept the snow couldn't help but sighed that he wouldn't be able to get up on such a cold day if it wasn't for the snow removal.

"It's no wonder that you are good at reading, my bastard is still dreaming." The neighbor next to him stopped his shovel. He used to see Zhan Feiyu as a junior in the village, but now he is more in awe.

Private school, study.

Master Lin put the charcoal basin at Zhan Feiyu's feet, and first analyzed the model essay for her, "The problem of this essay is very subtle: it is suitable for saints to practice and hide, and only those who are capable will show it."

Last night, I was about to put into practice the phrase "reading a hundred times is right for oneself", and Zhan Feiyu immediately said: "Break the question two sentences, openly break 'Xingzang', and secretly break 'only me and you'."

"Yes, there are many angles to break the question, including clear break, dark break, positive break, refutation, straight break, and reverse break, but when breaking the question, no matter what the name of the sage and whoever is, you must use pronouns, so the word "capable" is used instead of Yan Yuan."

Master Lin said in detail, after all, Zhan Feiyu's study time is short, and these are the things she needs to pay attention to.

Lin Fuzi then asked, "What do you mean by the Chengti sentence?"

"The sage Confucius insisted on his own concept on the issue of 'Xingzang', because Yan Hui followed him closely, so he could talk to him about this topic." Zhan Feiyu can be summed up in four words: use renunciation, Xingzang.

It refers to a person's attitude towards the world. When he is used by the world, he works hard; when he is not used by the world, he retreats into seclusion.

I am a brick of the court, move it wherever I need it!Put it in a corner if you don't need it.

After a stick of incense, the frozen body warmed up, "Only I and Ershen have changed in the gods, and I have to adapt to nowhere..."

Zhan Feiyu finished reading the penultimate paragraph of the article, which is the back comparison, "It's really the article of the champion, it is magnificent and has no meaning."

Master Lin said with a smile, "The writing has now been completed. If there is no charm, how can it be a masterpiece."

Zhan Feiyu looked at the last two sentences: There is a husband, but I and Erye husband, and when the time comes, they are also happy and silent.The whole article is closed.

"Master, am I just talking and not practicing like this?" Zhan Feiyu looked at Master Lin pitifully with a bitter face, "Writing art is too difficult, I think it's okay if you ask questions."

"Make art and literature first, and ask questions later." Master Lin rudely stifled Zhan Feiyu's careful thoughts of escaping in the cradle.

The topics of the art articles are selected from the Four Books and Five Classics, and the answers must also be based on the books that are to be examined in the imperial examinations, such as the "Four Books Chapters and Sentences".

Making art and writing has high requirements for writing and writing, and requires strict confrontation, similar to parallel writing, as the so-called generation of saints.

"But even if the county exam does not take the exam, the government exam and the hospital exam will definitely be taken." Zhan Feiyu struggled to the death.

To put it bluntly, policy questions are essays on current affairs. You can ask about civil affairs and people's livelihood; ask about policies for governing the country;Literary talent is secondary, and running the country and peace is the key.

The beaten Zhan Feiyu was extremely sad. Seeing the new crafting question handed over by Master Lin, his eyes widened, and he lay on the desk reluctantly, "Master, I want to rest for a while before fighting!"

"Okay, you rest." Looking at the shameless little girl, Master Lin had a smile in his eyes.

In fact, Xiaoyu has made rapid progress compared to the beginning of writing artistic essays. It's just that she has little time to study and is not used to writing parallel essays. After three or five years, when she develops the habit, she will not be so bitter. .

At the end of the day's class, Zhan Feiyu, who had left the private school, felt that all his energy had been drained by the little goblin Zhiyiwen.

"Master, for my mother's birthday tomorrow, I'll take a day off!" Regardless of whether Master Lin agreed or not, Zhan Feiyu left the words and ran on short legs, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Dad, she is Xiaoyu?" Lin Xiuyuan, who just came over to say hello, stared at the round dumplings running away in the snow, with the cloth bag swaying up and down, who didn't know that he thought there was evil behind him. Ghosts are chasing.

"She's afraid that I won't be allowed to ask for leave." Master Lin shook his head with a laugh, no matter how clever he was, he was still a seven-year-old child.

Yu Guang glanced at his shoulder-high son beside him, and Master Lin looked at his pale and morbid face as soon as winter entered, "Xiu Yuan, have you thought about what to do in the future?"

Lin Xiuyuan was born prematurely and was weak, and the imperial examinations had long since been cut off. Although Lin Xiuyuan studied hard, he lacked a little talent.

If he can pass the exam, he can still take over the private school, but Master Lin knows the level of Lin Xiuyuan, and he is afraid that he will be a child for life.

"Father, I want to open a bookstore." Lin Xiuyuan replied in a low voice, with guilt in his eyebrows.

After thinking for a while, Master Lin raised his hand and patted Lin Xiuyuan on the shoulder, "Alright, when Xiaoyu gets the fame in the future, you won't have to worry about losing business if you open a bookstore."

Hearing these joking words, Lin Xiuyuan burst out laughing, "Why am I also Xiaoyu's senior brother?"

Standing at the corner of the corridor, Mrs. Wang listened to the conversation between the father and son, and there was a little more thought in her expression.

In fact, in October, Master Lin once mentioned that he ordered Zhan Feiyu to Lin Xiuyuan. The two are brothers and sisters, childhood sweethearts and two children without guessing can be considered a good story.

It's just that Mr. Wang refused without thinking. At that time, Zhan Feiyu was still in the Zhan family and his family was poor. Zhan Dalang, who was the only one who studied in a private school, was a failure. If he married the Zhan family, he would not be able to help. Xiu Yuan, those in the Zhan family will also become a drag.

But Wang didn't expect Zhan Feiyu to be so talented in reading, and he was very lucky. He was not only valued by the county magistrate, but also by nobles, and even received letters of recommendation from county and prefectural schools.

The Wang family brought up the engagement of the two children again, but unfortunately this time, it was Master Lin who disagreed, except that Lin Xiuyuan was not worthy of Zhan Feiyu.

(End of this chapter)