The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 63
After Jia Huan had dinner, he chatted with Qiao Ping'er about what happened in the mansion during the day, then took a bath non-stop, and then went back to his room for evening self-study. He took out a blank bamboo paper book, and wrote two big characters on the cover - Window class.

As the saying goes: ten years of cold window no one knows, become famous all over the world in one fell swoop.As the name suggests, the so-called window class is the homework that Han Chuang did when he was studying hard. If you want to gain fame in the imperial examination field, you must first be able to write articles, that is, stereotyped essays. In other words, window classes are exercises for practicing stereotyped essays.

When Jia Huan was in class in ethnology during the day, he heard that Jia Dairu had given Jia Yu and others a stereotyped article titled: I am fifteen years old and am interested in learning. He wrote down the title at that time and planned to try to write another one in the evening.

It’s almost mid-February now, the weather is much warmer, and there’s no need to heat the brazier anymore. There are insects chirping outside the window, and frogs croaking occasionally. Ping’er brings in a box of mosquito-repelling mugwort, quietly puts it on the side under the desk, and rubs the ink gently.

At the beginning of spring, the green screen window is seen, and the red sleeves add fragrance to reading at night.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful, but Jia Huan’s mood is not so good at the moment. He has studied stereotyped essays, knows its structure, and knows how to write, but knowing it is one thing, and writing it is another.
Under such layers of restrictions, under layers of constraints, you can write an article, and it is very good if you can write it smoothly. If you want to write beautifully and wonderfully, it is almost as difficult as reaching the sky. No wonder this stuff has been criticized in later generations, becoming synonymous with pedantic, rigid, and imprisoned human nature.

But then again, the emergence of every product of the times has its rationale, and the same is true for stereotyped essays, at least it is fair and just.Stereotyped articles are well written, and you will be the farmer in the morning, and you will be in the Tianzitang in the evening; if the stereotyped articles are not well written, I am sorry, and continue to be your farmer for the rest of your life.

Isn't the current college entrance examination like this?It's just a way to select talents. As long as it is fair and just, that's the correct way. The so-called shoes are good?It depends on whether it fits or not, and stereotyped essays were the right shoes for that era.

Jia Huan, as a high-achieving student from a young age, never complained about the difficulty of exam questions. In his eyes, there are no unsolvable problems, only unskilled rookies. As long as he masters the skills of problem-solving through continuous practice, he will naturally be able to solve similar problems in the future.

As the oil seller said, there is no one else, but you are familiar with it!
Therefore, Jia Huan believes that stereotyped essays are no exception. As long as you practice more and master the skills of writing essays, stereotyped essays can be mastered in the end.

The Master said: "When I am ten, I am determined to learn. At thirty, I stand upright. At forty, I am not confused. At fifty, I know the destiny. At sixty, my ears are compliant. At seventy, I follow my heart's desire and do not exceed the rules."

This sentence comes from the "Weizheng" chapter of "The Analects of Confucius". Jia Huan just read it today, and it is not difficult to understand. This is Confucius' self-reported process of learning and self-cultivation. As he grows older, his level of self-cultivation is also constantly improving.

Jia Huan deliberated for a long time, and finally took up the pen to break the title, and wrote: A sage is willing to learn, as long as he is young.

The most important part of Stereotype Essay is to break the title. Whether the title is well broken is directly related to the quality of the whole article. If the title is broken wrong, then even if you write a flower, it will be useless.

So, the key is to solve the problem!

Let’s say that after Jia Huan broke the question, he continued to take on the question and wrote: It’s normal for a husband not to be interested in learning!

After writing this sentence, Jia Huan was obviously dissatisfied, frowning and thinking hard, but a chuckle came from his ear.

Jia Huan was startled, almost threw away the writing brush, took a look, and realized that it was Lin Daiyu who came, and at some point, this young lady stood silently behind him, apparently, she had been standing there for quite a while.

Jia Huan smiled wryly and said, "Sister Lin, when did you come? I was startled. You walked so silently. You are a human or a ghost!"

Lin Daiyu is wearing a light blue robe tonight, a white pleated skirt on her lower body, and a pair of velvet flower shoes on her feet. The pink leather shoes are embroidered with many golden clouds and colorful flowers. Her smooth hair is tied into a bun, revealing her snow-white ears on both sides. A small piece of emerald green hangs from a golden thread on both earlobes.
Lin Daiyu covered her small mouth and spat: "You cursed me, people called you twice, but you were too serious and didn't notice."

Ping'er laughed and said: "It turns out that Miss Lin didn't even blink when she lied. The servant girl obviously wanted to call the third master, but she asked you to sign to stop her. She sneaked in on tiptoe, obviously to scare the third master."

Lin Daiyu was dismantled by Ping'er on the spot, she couldn't help but blushed, and hummed slightly: "Sure enough, she is a caring maid who protects the master everywhere, Huan'er, you should take her quickly."

Ping'er blushed immediately, and Jia Huan knew that this man's mouth was never forgiving, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Sister Lin, is there anything I can do for you?"

Lin Daiyu burst out laughing, her eyes rolled, and she said narrowly: "Sure enough, a good master, who protects a good servant girl at all times, lest I hurt her with my knife."

Jia Huan sweated secretly, but understood Shi Xiangyun's mood when Lin Daiyu made fun of him, and said with a helpless smile, "It seems that sister Lin can't sleep tonight, so she deliberately found someone to argue with."

Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "I'm not that boring, hey, give it back to you!" After finishing speaking, he handed back the finished "The Palace of Eternal Life" to Jia Huan.

Jia Huan took it and turned it over from beginning to end. Lin Daiyu was both annoyed and funny when she saw it, and said, "Don't worry, Jia Jia, it's not broken or damaged, and I didn't write on it."

Jia Huan smiled, and carefully put the script back into the drawer. Lin Daiyu said with a little uneasiness, "Does Brother Huan have any other masterpieces?"

"No!" Jia Huan said decisively, and added: "Now that I'm in school, I'm afraid I don't have the time to write!"

Lin Daiyu snorted, "Stingy, I'm afraid I won't be able to write if I urge you."

Jia Huan said: "It's really scary!"

Lin Daiyu was stunned for a moment, and then said with an angry smile: "Well, Huan'er, you are deliberately angry with me, so I won't hit you!"

Jia Huan quickly raised his hand and said, "Sister Lin, calm down, a gentleman speaks but doesn't move."

Lin Daiyu said with a smile: "I'm just a little girl, not a gentleman. A sage has something to say, but a villain and a woman are hard to raise. Brother Huan has never even heard of this sentence. How dare you write articles like others and speak for a sage?"

Lin Dangdang deserves to be Lin Dangdang. One sentence not only stunned Jia Huan, but also stunned Confucius.

Jia Huan frowned and said "dissatisfied": "Sister Lin really peeped at my article, it's not a lady's fault!"

Lin Daiyu burst out laughing and said, "Brother Huan, is this nonsense of yours considered an article? It just stained my eyes!"

Tsk tsk, Lin Dangdang's mouth! !
Jia Huan rubbed his chin in embarrassment. In fact, he also knew that his writing was terrible, but he was still a little embarrassed to be so outspoken by Lin Daiyu. He said embarrassingly: "There is a first time for everything. Anyone is born to write articles."

Lin Daiyu suppressed her smile, picked up Jia Huan's notebook and said, "Writing articles still pays attention to aura. Brother Huan, you are so good at writing scripts and poems, but writing this is terrible."

Jia Huan's heart moved, and he bowed and said, "Master Lin, can you teach me?"

Lin Daiyu's face was slightly red, and she spat lightly: "Don't bark."

Jia Huan quickly changed his tune and said, "Sister Lin, please advise."

Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "I don't dare to give pointers. I have written a few articles before. It's okay for everyone to discuss."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the pen and removed the "young" calligraphy and painting in Jia Huanpo's inscription, and directly used "fifteen", so it became "a sage is willing to learn, and the fifteenth is already enough".

Lin Daiyu tilted her head slightly and looked at Jia Huan and said, "Brother Huan, you have made a problem of not clearing the question with the word 'young'. You should use "fifteen" clearly, otherwise the examiner will dismiss your test paper with just one word."

Jia Huan couldn't help sweating, nodded and said: "Sister Lin's words are very true, I made such a low-level mistake."

Lin Daiyu said with a smile: "You are modest, so let's continue to look down and inherit the sentence: It is normal for a husband not to be interested in learning. This sentence is very wrong!"

Jia Huan hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

Lin Daiyu couldn't help poking Jia Huan's forehead with her slender fingers and said, "I really don't understand, where is your inspiration for writing poems and scripts?"

Jia Xueba couldn't help being greatly shocked, and said in embarrassment: "It's normal that an inch is long and a ruler is short. I'm not good at writing this."

Lin Daiyu was both angry and funny, and pointed out: "Your inheritance question is too inferior. What is it that you don't want to learn? It's normal for people? Isn't this against the saints? I have no ambition. If I were an examiner, I would be mad at you."

Jia Huan was sweating secretly, and argued forcefully: "I call it a restraint first, and I will get it back later."

Lin Daiyu said unceremoniously: "Writing an article is not writing a script. It doesn't need any ups and downs. The examiner doesn't want to read it anymore after seeing this. How can I get it back? It's childish!"

Shit!

Do you understand how a man whose psychological age is nearly thirty is scolded for being childish by a girl who is only nine years old?

Jia Huan really felt like asking the sky with tears streaming down his face at this moment, and he had to bite the bullet and ask for advice: "Then how should I change it?"

Lin Daiyu pondered for a moment, picked up a pen and crossed out Jia Huan's original writing, and then changed it to: Madam, who doesn't want to learn, but wants to be a scholar.This sage was confident at fifteen o'clock.

Jia Huan's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know much about it, he also felt that this change would immediately raise him to a higher level. Niubi!

(End of this chapter)