I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 95
Seeing the carriage heading towards the village from a distance, several people at the pillar guarding the entrance of the village shouted excitedly and ran to the village in a hurry.

"Cunzheng, there is a carriage, it must be Xiaoyu back."

"Wencheng is sitting on the carriage, Muramasa, this is sure to happen."

"Haha, it's still a little fish that has face!"

The villagers who were squatting under the big banyan tree stood up suddenly, their eyes gleaming. If the village official hadn't stopped them, these two No. 30 people would probably run to the village entrance to block people.

Village Zheng couldn't help but smile on his tense face, "Okay, don't block it, let the carriage enter the village first."

The carriage finally stopped outside the gate of the yard. Zhan Wencheng and the coachman took all the gifts in the carriage down and brought them into the house, from cloth to tea, cakes, and the four treasures of the study. They brought a small wooden box outside. silver.

This time, Master Xie also made a lot of money, and these compensations add up to at least a hundred taels of silver.

"Xiaoyu, is this done?" As soon as the village Zheng opened his mouth, the surrounding villagers all quieted down and looked at Zhan Feiyu.

Zhan Feiyu nodded with a smile, "Well, I will continue to deliver food to Taifu Restaurant from tomorrow, and Master Xie has handed over the errand of receiving the food to the fourth brother."

In an instant, the folds on the village's face turned into a flower with laughter. Not only could the whole village continue to sell vegetables to earn money, but he also made the four boys in his family responsible.

It used to be Zhan’s second son who received the vegetables, and the village Zheng and Zhan Wencheng made a private settlement. It is estimated that the villagers can earn [-] to [-] yuan a month selling vegetables, and Zhan’s second son can earn [-] to [-] yuan per month. two silver coins.

Although the villagers envy Zhan Wencheng for getting this lucrative job, they are not so jealous when they think that they can sell vegetables at home.

"Zhan Xiaomengtong, I'll go back to the restaurant first." The driver respectfully bid farewell to Zhan Feiyu and drove the carriage away.

Outside the crowd, old man Zhan, who came back from the field with a hoe, looked at Zhan Feiyu who was surrounded by the villagers, and his face was full of remorse.

If Xiaoyu hadn't been forced and willing to spend money to let her continue to study, those gifts were all from Lao Zhan's family, and Zhan Wencheng wouldn't have taken away the job of selling vegetables.

The old man Zhan sighed and walked towards the lifeless old house with his body hunched over.

When all the villagers gathered at the door left, Zhan Feiyu hurriedly entered the yard. He really couldn't stand everyone's outspoken praise and praise, "Mother has something to eat at night, I'm hungry."

Li took the bookcase in her hand and said with a smile, "Sister Liang gave a crucian carp, and I stewed the fish soup. Go and wash your hands."

Although the crucian carp was caught from the river, Mrs. Liang was reluctant to eat it but gave it to Mrs. Li. After all, she still wanted to have a good relationship with Mrs. Li.

Looking at Mrs. Li with stretched brows and eyes, Zhan Feiyu laughed silently, that's fine, and my mother will live more comfortably in the village in the future.

……

County School.

When Zhan Feiyu was called up again, Wen Min and the others cast sympathetic eyes at him. The little junior sister was so pitiful that she was brought up to teach individually in every class.

I heard that I have to write a poem every day for my homework, plus the poems I do in class, I have to write at least two or three poems a day. No matter how talented people write poems like this, they will vomit.

"Today, I will tell you about the artistic conception of poetry." Master Dou has a preliminary understanding of Zhan Feiyu's reading situation. He has a good foundation. He can memorize any paragraph of the Four Books and Five Classics, and the interpretation is also explained smoothly. .

The production of art and literature is quite satisfactory, the transition and connection are a bit stiff and dry, but the problem-solving is exquisite and the idea is lofty, except for the poems that are too weak.

Zhan Feiyu stood upright with a small body, "I would like to ask Master to teach you."

Looking at Zhan Feiyu, who is not only not bored, but has a positive and serious attitude, Master Dou's stern expression also eased. The eight-year-old girl is called a child prodigy.

"Little Junior Sister's eyes are still shining." Wen Min's eyes widened in shock.

"I'm ashamed of myself!" The classmates sitting beside him nodded straight, if he was taught by Master Dou alone, then life would be better than death!
The slightly chubby Zhang Yuxuan shook his head and took over the words, "Little Junior Sister is a child prodigy, how can you and other ordinary people be compared!"

Above the lecture hall, Zhan Feiyu glanced at Master Dou, who had a sullen face and anger, and shed tears of sympathy for a group of brothers who deserted in class. If you don't do it, you will not die!
"Xiaoyu has won your favor within three days of entering school." Master Dou's voice sounded gloomy.

Wen Min, Zhang Yuxuan and the others tensed up suddenly, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

I only heard Master Dou continue: "Xiaoyu writes one poem every day, as brothers, you naturally have to set an example. From today onwards, each person writes two poems and submits them!"

momentary silence...

"Master, the students are wrong." Guikulanghao begged for mercy, Master is killing their lives!Every day, they have to post ten posts, recite the four books and five classics, write and produce artistic articles, and compose two poems. When can they turn off the lights and rest?

Master Dou's sharp eyes swept down to persuade, "If you dare to howl again, add one!"

Zhan Feiyu saw a group of people who seemed to be hoarse by poison, and their faces were flushed, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Can't handle these stinky boys!Master Dou retracted his gaze with satisfaction, and said to Zhan Feiyu genially: "The so-called artistic conception is the essence of a poem, the words are like the person, and the poetic conception is like the temperament of a person."

Poets who are open-minded by nature have a heroic style in their poems; and those who are euphemistic and euphemistic are more sentimental in their poems.

Zhan Feiyu suddenly remembered the time-travel novel he read in his previous life, and the time-travel girl plagiarized the poems that have been passed down through the ages, but now it doesn't work at all.

A boudoir woman first said, "If life is just like the first time, what's the matter of autumn wind and sadness?", and the latter sentence "Go to the east of the river to wash away the waves, and the romantic people of the ages." People with brains think with their knees and know that there is something tricky.

"Master, I remember that when reciting poems in the future, you must first understand the situation of the poet when he wrote the poem." Zhan Feiyu just recited it for the sake of reciting.

Master Dou nodded with satisfaction, "Ruzi can be taught, if there is something you don't know, feel free to ask to be a teacher. Poetry is a small path in terms of imperial examinations, but it is unlikely that you will become an official in the future, so poetry is more important to you. "

If Wen Min et al., they study for the sake of imperial examinations, and poetry is not important.

But Zhan Feiyu, a little girl, even if she has achieved fame, she will only be a talented woman and a scholar, so she needs to be famous even more. Even if her poems are not amazing, they should not be too ordinary.

"In the daytime, the mountains end, and the Yellow River flows into the ocean." Master Dou gave an example to analyze the artistic conception of Zhan Feiyu's poems. "The word "daylight" can simply be regarded as the sun.

Zhan Feiyu's eyes widened a bit, is there another explanation?

Master Dou laughed, and changed his words: "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Tianbao wrote: As the moon lasts, as the sun rises, what is the meaning of this sentence?"

"It's like the winding moon is gradually consummating, and it's like the sun has just risen." Zhan Feiyu replied, and after thinking for a while, he continued thoughtfully: "The rising of the sun means that it has a strong vitality."

The rising sun is full of vigor and has an infinite future.

Master Dou continued: "The Book of Poetry says: In the past, I have gone, and the willows are Yiyi. Yizi means reluctance to give up, and Yiyi in the previous sentence means to rely on. Although the meanings of the words are different, emotionally, they can communicate with each other."

The sun is gradually falling by the mountains. If you add emotion, a poem will have a mood.

Zhan Feiyu thought for a while, before Master Dou didn't analyze it, "the day ends by the mountains" was just the most bland sentence in the poem.

But when I read it again at this moment, it contains feelings. Perhaps this is the first suppression and the later improvement, which is used to set off the "desire for a thousand miles" in the back.

After class, the classmates gathered together in twos and threes to accuse Master Dou of being ruthless.

Only Zhan Fei was sitting aside thinking, no wonder Master Lin asked himself to come to the county to study, and in terms of poetry, Master Dou, who was born in juren, was much stronger than Master Lin.

The county school will take a rest on the tenth day, and Zhan Feiyu will have a day off when he returns from school today.

After memorizing books early in the morning, Zhan Feiyu changed into coarse clothes, helped his trouser legs with cloth strips, and put water and food in the back basket. "Mother, I'm going to the mountain." Zhan Feiyu turned around and waved to Mrs. Li, and went out with a special small hoe.

"Don't run too far, remember to come back for dinner at noon." Mrs. Li wanted to accompany Zhan Feiyu to the mountain, but the little girl said she wanted to find inspiration for writing poetry, Mrs. Li could only give up.

It was hot in May, but there was a gentle breeze in the forest. Zhan Feiyu walked along the mountain road until he stopped in front of the small waterfall. He never thought that there was a fisherman wearing a hat in front of the pond.

"The little girl came to the mountains to find wild vegetables? After a while, the old man will add a grilled fish, you will cook a wild vegetable soup, and you will have lunch." The fisherman raised his arm and pulled up the fishing rod.

Zhan Feiyu put down the basket and stretched out his head to look at the shaded pond.

Looking at the old man who was throwing his rod and fishing again, Zhan Feiyu said slowly: "It is estimated that it has been hundreds of years since our village settled here, and no one has caught fish from this pond."

Uh... The old man's hand froze while holding the fishing rod, this sentence is heartbreaking.

With a smile, Zhan Feiyu sat down on the stone under the shade of the tree, took out a bamboo tray from the basket, and then took the same things out of the basket and put them on the tray.

For the four-color pastries in Taifu Restaurant, Zhan Feiyu brought two pieces of each, and eight pieces of pastries were neatly placed in a wooden box.

Then there are two wooden boxes with fruits, one contains cherries, which are delivered by several families with cherry trees in the village; the other is cut watermelon and cantaloupe, which Li grows in the vegetable field in the backyard .

The old man stopped fishing, and came over with a bucket hat and fanned the wind to take a look, ho, the little girl has lived a comfortable and comfortable life.

Zhan Feiyu took out two more wooden boxes. Inside was the toothpick meat she asked Li to make. The pork was cut into strips, marinated and fried, sprinkled with grated dry peppers and white sesame seeds. It was not cold yet. The rich aroma hits the nostrils.

The last wooden box is a simple version of sushi. The rice balls are wrapped with fried egg skins and pickled radishes, cut into sushi-like shapes, and neatly sized into six pieces.

"Master..." Zhan Feiyu looked up, and the three words of the old man were held back again.

Without the protection of the hat, Zhan Feiyu could see the face of the person in front of him clearly, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but Qingzun's face contained an open-minded smile, and his complexion was fair. At first glance, some people believed that he was in his early thirties. .

"Fifty to know the destiny, you call the old man a grandfather." Gu Qingzhou laughed loudly, his voice was like a clear spring hitting a rock, clear and sweet.

Facing this overly young face, Zhan Feiyu couldn't really say the word "grandfather", so he thought about it and said, "I'm a senior in the village, and I call the elders in their early fifties uncle."

Master Gu laughed again, and glanced at Zhan Feiyu meaningfully, "The old man's surname is Gu, and he lives in the house."

"Second Uncle Gu." Zhan Feiyu handed over the chopsticks in his hand, and took out a dagger from his arms. The silver blade was shining brightly, and just by looking at it, he knew it was a sharp weapon with a broken blade.

Master Gu, who had chopsticks in one hand and hadn't had time to pick up the toothpick, was dumbfounded. Rao was a man with a lot of knowledge in his life, so he was dumbfounded at this time.

Zhan Feiyu got up and went back to the woods, chopped two thin bamboos with two knives, sharpened the ends with a dagger, washed them in water, and used them as chopsticks.

The corner of Gu Da Shi's mouth twitched, saying that he was unruly and disgraced as a scholar, and he really should have let those old men look at this fat girl.

People take food as their priority. After eating a meal, the relationship between Zhan Feiyu and Master Gu instantly became closer.

"According to what your master said, there should be a poem about this scene at this time. Can Xiaoyu have a poem?" As soon as Gu Dashu said these words, he saw Zhan Feiyu's eyes suddenly widen, and she was devastated by chewing rice balls. The bulging cheeks suddenly burst into laughter.

After swallowing the rice balls in two or three mouthfuls, Zhan Feiyu, who tasted like chewing wax, looked at the unhappy Master Gu, and squeezed out the words from the gap between his teeth, "Second Uncle Gu, you are revenge for kindness! You are building happiness on top of my pain! What he did! It's not even a gentleman!"

After half an hour.

The well-fed Zhan Feiyu leaned against the tree trunk and blew the cool breeze, and then looked at the waterfall and deep pond in front of him, "In the drowsy spring sleep, the poet composes new words in a dream."

Master Gu also half-squinted his eyes. After listening to the first two sentences, he waited for a while, then turned his head and blinked at the innocent Zhan Feiyu, "Is it gone?"

Zhan Feiyu nodded obediently, and threw out four words sincerely: "Jiang Lang is exhausted."

The corner of Gu Da Shi's mouth twitched again, one couldn't hold back, raised his hand and patted her on the head, "You just said you're going to endure it."

"Full of warmth..." The words that came out of his mouth were only half said and swallowed back. Zhan Feiyu stood up abruptly, with his fat arms behind him, and took small steps, posing as if he was chanting poetry.

At this time, as long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Senior Gu looked at the small straight body standing in front of him speechlessly, and said angrily: "Go ahead, continue the last two sentences!"

After another half an hour, the sun came out, and the hot sun shone over it. There was no need to chant poems and fish. One person carried a diabolo basket and the other carried a fishing rod, walking slowly down the mountain.

……

When Zhan's second child was about to be excommunicated a year ago, the Yao family came to Zhan's house to make a fuss, but it was just for a show.

But this time, more than 20 people came all at once, including Father Yao, Old Lady Yao, and two brothers from the Yao family, together with Xiao Yao's cousins.

"Bah! You Lao Zhan's family has lost their conscience. My good daughter married into your Lao Zhan's family and gave birth to two wives. You have to divorce your wives now, there is no way!" Yao Lao Niang is also a pungent temperament, His dark face was full of anger, and the one who blocked the door of the yard and cursed was spitting.

Father Yao had a sullen face, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, especially when he saw the little Yao Shi lying on the ground, there was distress and reluctance in his eyes, but it finally turned into numbness in the scolding of Mrs. Yao.

"Yes, my little sister is going to be divorced, second Zhan, you think so beautiful!" The hoe in Brother Yao's hand slammed into the courtyard door, roaring and scolding, "You have come out, second Zhan, dare to bully Lao Tzu. Sister, I will kill you with a hoe!"

"Big brother, don't talk nonsense with them, Lao Zhan's house is a bunch of beasts, let's go straight in!" Second brother Yao stalked his neck, if it wasn't for his cousin behind him, he would really have climbed over the wall to open the door, and then Hit in.

Early in the morning, the villagers came out when they heard the scolding, but when they saw 30 to [-] people coming from Yao’s house, they didn’t dare to go forward, they just watched from a distance, left and right. This is also the matter of Lao Zhan's family.

"The Yao family is so tough?" Shanwaziniang said in surprise. She remembered that the Yao family was very cowardly before. Once the Yao family also called at the door, but the third Zhan beat the two brothers of the Yao family alone. call mother.

The fat aunt looked at the clamoring Yao family and pouted, "Can it be the same this time? Zhan's second child just gave up Yao Hehua, can the Yao family just let it go?"

"Boss Zhan has already been expelled from the clan, and the second child of Zhan looks like a sick child. The old Zhan family has the strength of the third Zhan family, but he can't beat so many Yao family members no matter how much he is involved, so he definitely can't open the door." The aunt answered in a low voice.

The village who heard the news was about to be pissed off by the people of Lao Zhan's family. There was no peace every day, and the whole village was not as much as Zhan's second child.

"Dad, you can go, I'll do it alone." Zhan Wencheng said with a smile, a lot of vegetables were already collected in the yard, and they were picked early in the morning. They were green and watery, and they looked comfortable.

The village is sighing, and he can't really let the Yao family come to Jinlin Village to make trouble, "Okay, let your mother help me, I'll go and see first."

Before Zhan Feiyu and Master Gu reached the door of their house, they heard noises from a distance, and from time to time there were villagers rushing towards the entrance of the village.

"Xiaoyu, you came just in time." The village Zheng saw Zhan Feiyu's eyes lit up, he and the old patriarch could talk, but this time it was indeed the second Zhan's fault. If Xiaoyu went to the town, he must have The village leader and the patriarch of Yaojia Village did not dare to come here.

"Isn't it appropriate for me to go?" Zhan Feiyu, who was chased by the ducks on the shelves, finally followed the village, but fortunately, she was just a mascot.

Master Gu followed the two to the old house.

After seeing Zhan Feiyu and Village Zheng, Shanwaziniang immediately shouted, "Let me go, Village Zheng and Xiaoyu are here, don't block the road."

The villagers who were watching immediately came over and protected Zhan Feiyu and the village Zheng, worried that they would be injured by the people of Yaojia Village.

"Yao Cunzheng, Yao Patriarch." Cunzheng stepped forward and greeted him. Looking at the little Yao Shi who was placed in front of the courtyard, he couldn't help sighing. Poor people must have something to hate.

"Zhan Cunzheng, don't blame us for being ruthless if the second Zhan doesn't give us an explanation today!" Patriarch Yao said grimly, the Xiao Yao family who was taken off was the daughter of the Yao family, and her reputation was ruined, and it was the cause of it. All Yao's unmarried girls.

Zhan Feiyu stepped aside and looked at the little Yao Shi who closed his eyes and looked like a dead man. In just a few days, a pungent and lively person was tossed like a wooden man.

As soon as the village leader opened his mouth, the people from Yaojia Village started to scold him. Fortunately, they knew the identity of the village leader, and no one dared to do anything, but just sprayed the blood of Jinlin Village and the Zhan clan.

"It's my daughter that you killed this girl!" Yao Lao Niang was tired and rested with dry mouth. After seeing Zhan Feiyu, she suddenly rushed over and raised her hand to fight. This is new hatred and old hatred. !
When Xiao Yao returned to her mother's house before, she spoke ill of Zhan Feiyu a lot.

Especially before the Chinese New Year, Zhan Feiyu received so many years' gifts, and they all belonged to the Li family. The Zhan family in the old house didn't get anything. After Xiao Yao returned to her mother's house, she said something to Mrs. Yao, and she had to find a master. Come to curse Zhan Feiyu.

And this time, Xiao Yao was divorced by Zhan's second child. In the final analysis, it was because of Zhan Feiyu's relationship.That's right, they were all beaten by the county master on the spot. False accusations are more serious than words.

"Bah, Lao Niang Yao, you dare to try it!" Shan Wazi Niang shouted angrily and rushed over to block Zhan Feiyu.

The fat aunt slapped her back with an angry slap, and the stout and fat body slammed into it, knocking the older Yao Lao Niang to the ground, "Xiaoyu is the treasure of our whole village, you dare to touch her, The old lady can't kill you!"

(End of this chapter)