Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 133 Start Writing

In order to make a statement, and to accumulate literary spirit and charm, Chen Jin really spent a lot of thought. He even wrote Fengyuewen, so he went to Goulan to experience life.

Going around, looking back suddenly, I found a broad road.

The large and small shops on Confucian Temple Street sell many books, but these books are either classics and official history; or prose miscellaneous notes and forbidden books; and a small part are poetry collections.

As for imperial examination articles, they are indeed rare, and even if there are, they are just fake works, and there is not much value for reference and study.

what does this mean?
It's like a modern bookstore that only sells textbooks and extracurricular books, but there are no test simulation questions...

As we all know, in any form of examination, if you want to get excellent grades, doing the questions is the only way.

The tactics of the sea of ​​questions are invincible and invincible.

In the Qian Dynasty, within the framework of the imperial examination, doing questions was just making a fuss.

Just like doing a question, you have to pay attention to methods, routines, and tricks when writing an essay... These valuable experiences are not easy to obtain. When you enter school, the teachers of the school may tell you a thing or two, but it may not be useful.

On the one hand, the thinking of old scholars is easy to solidify, and the set of teachings may no longer be appropriate. Most of them themselves do not have gold list titles;

On the other hand, the human heart is selfish, and likes to keep things private, and refuses to give them away easily.

The idea of ​​"teaching apprentices to starve to death master" not only exists in the craftsman industry, but also in the education industry.

Therefore, even if you pass the examination as a scholar and officially enter the school, you have to spend your time studying in the school, so that you can learn real things.

What Cheng Men Lixue was looking for was an opportunity.

Knowledgeable families have formed barriers early on, and ordinary people want to break through and advance to the upper class, it is simply impossible to reach the sky.

As the saying goes, "a poor family produces a noble son", but it is not known that "a poor family" itself represents a kind of threshold.

What Chen Jin wants to do now is to lower the threshold.

There is a lot of room for manipulation in this matter, and it is feasible. As long as the articles written are of a certain level, they will definitely be enthusiastically welcomed.

Even more popular than "Boundless Wind and Moon Xiao Xiao Xia".

In the book market, teaching supplementary books are always hot, and there is no need to worry about selling them, because they represent a bright future.

Of course, Chen Jin didn't just write it all by himself, he also has a huge advantage:

Teacher Su Xiaowen!
Su Xiaowen was born in the second-class Jinshi, don't underestimate the second-class, it is a real title on the gold list, which is equivalent to the qualifications of a famous key university.

He is very knowledgeable and good at teaching. After all, he has been teaching and educating people in Gaozhou Prefecture for so many years.

Therefore, in this respect, Su Xiaowen is a famous teacher.

A famous teacher guides the questions, and then makes comments, analyzes and lectures on each article.

Alive!
Chen Jin had already made up his mind, not to write a hundred articles, nor to write 99 articles, but only 33 articles, and then compile them into a book and publish and promote them as the "first series".

The reason why the title of 33 is determined is that there is a source: 33 days, the sky is rising.

It's a good meaning.

Chu Xiucai was not surprised to see him suddenly distracted, which is commonplace, but he was not surprised. He took four articles and hurried to the side to copy them.

There was another article, but Xiaoqian had no choice but to read it in her hand.

The girl looked at her brows tightly furrowed, her cheeks resting on one hand, her moist red lips pursed, looking quite distressed.

Chu Xiucai really wanted to say "Miss Xiaoqian, if you can't read it, then don't read it", but she still didn't dare to say it.

For this maid beside Chen Jin, Chu Xiucai was inexplicably in awe, usually unintentionally, once she got close, she would immediately feel creepy and just wanted to hide away.

Sitting at the counter, Chen Jin closed his eyes and meditated. In fact, he had already entered the inner landscape and went to discuss with the teacher.

After listening to his narration, Su Xiaowen clapped his hands and applauded: "Conservation, if this is accomplished, the merits will be immeasurable."

Chen Jin didn't think it was a big deal. For himself, it was mainly for making a statement, writing more articles by the way, and sharpening the pen. As for what others could learn after buying and reading, that was their chance.

Su Xiaowen then sighed: "It is difficult for ordinary people to study, and it is even more difficult to enter a school. When I opened a school, I recruited students without sticking to one pattern, but no matter how big the school is, how many people can it accommodate? It is far worse than you who conceive ideas and print hundreds of books. Thousands of copies can benefit hundreds of thousands of students, spread widely, and break many restrictions. Good, really good!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

In this era, most of the great Confucian scholars had lofty ideals of writing and writing. Those who were good at poetry and prose preferred to pay and write poems everywhere. Apart from self-expression, they also publicized their reputation.

However, there are very few imperial examination articles in the published content, and even if there are, they are only a very small number of pages.

It's not that I can't write, but that I don't want to write subconsciously.

In the concept of family status, the knowledge and experience of taking exams for fame and fame, like martial arts and Taoism, is a method that has been passed down by oneself and must not be passed on casually.After it was written, it was basically only circulated within the clan and handed over to the nephews to learn.

After the two discussed it, they started immediately.

Su Xiaowen is responsible for setting the questions, as well as analyzing and commenting. These contents will be placed at the end of each article.

This kind of operation is already a great innovation in Qian Dynasty.

No one has ever done it.

Chen Jin is the lead writer, writing every small composition.

For him, the length of a thousand or so characters at most is indeed a small composition, and it is not difficult to write.

Now that the writing is an imperial examination article, not a banned book, you can find a formal workshop to print it, and no longer use the inefficient manual copying.

However, I have only written a few articles for the time being, so there is no need to rush the printing, and I will talk about it in a few days.

……

Wang's Lane, the main residence of the Wang family.

More than a dozen young Wang's children gathered together, looking lively.

The younger generation of Jun Yan of the Wang family is basically here.

The head of the family, Wang Zhixiang, sat at the head, his eyes swept over, but he didn't see his son Wang Yujun, and he felt inexplicably irritable, and shouted: "Has Yu Jun not been found yet?"

"coming!"

"Master Jun is back..."

Amidst the shouts, a person stumbled into the hall.He is quite tall, wearing a moon white t-shirt, his hair is disheveled, a few strands of hair are scattered on his forehead, his eyes are drunk, and he looks quite unruly and unruly.

"My child is calling on my lord father, but I am in a hurry to call me back. Why?"

Wang Zhixiang frowned: "Where did you go to drink again early in the morning, what's the matter?"

Wang Yujun said calmly: "On the occasion of the Confucian Temple Fair, the major spring towers in Jinling are going to select new twelve gold hairpins. I invite children to judge, so I will go."

Wang Zhixiang: "..."

Speaking of the "Jinling Twelve Beauties", it is a classic name that has been passed down for a hundred years. It is a great event in the Goulan world and has far-reaching influence.

I think back then, when Mr. Wang was young, he also served as a judge.

I still remember that "the wind and the moon are so charming, and the falling flowers and flowing water are the world..."

A clan elder below coughed dryly: "Patriarch, let's get down to business."

Wang Zhixiang came to his senses and straightened his face: "Everyone be quiet, the old man has something important to announce. This matter is closely related to the lifeline of the Wang family. You must listen carefully."

Immediately told about the birth of the rare treasure of the Confucian Temple.

Everyone listened, and no one was surprised.

This is nothing new, and it has been widely circulated outside.These days, so many people go to the Confucian Temple to worship, don't they all have that little thought, hoping that they are the lucky ones?
Wang Zhixiang went on to talk about the possibility of the law triggered by chance, which aroused their interest, but after thinking about it, it was also slim.

The whole thing is difficult to distinguish between true and false, complicated and confusing. For many people, it is just to join in the fun with the idea of ​​​​"I would rather believe it."

"Uncle, what do you mean, let us gather people with poetic talents and literary talents as much as possible, and get together to increase the chance of triggering?"

The speaker has a weak appearance and a slightly thin body. He is another seed of reading "Wang Yubao".

Wang Zhi said to Zan: "That's exactly what I mean."

This is not a conspiracy, but an upright conspiracy, and he is not afraid of being known.From Wang's standpoint, as long as the strange treasure is brought out, everything else is easy to talk about.

In the land of Jiangzhou, Wang's teamed up with the inner factory, who would dare to come to the tiger's mouth to snatch food?As long as the strange treasure shows up, it will definitely be in the bag.

Wang Zhixiang said again: "Bao'er, aren't you organizing a temple fair and poetry fair? This year's fair, you try to make it as big as possible, and invite everyone who knows you outside, or well-known literati, to participate. It needs to be spent, and all the expenses are all hung on the accounting room, so you don't need to worry about it."

Wang Yubao said: "It's just that time is tight, and it will start tomorrow. My nephew is worried that I won't be able to make it in time."

"That's a problem, but there is still a day to go. How many more people can be found. You can send people from the clan to help."

Wang Zhixiang said generously.

Wang Yujun glanced sideways and said suddenly, "Why bother?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhixiang quickly asked, "What can you do? Tell me quickly."

Wang Yujun said: "Rather than looking for someone to hire someone, it's better to let others actively participate."

"Be specific."

"Our Wang's Poetry Society has always been the leader and has an excellent reputation. Then we can simply use the name of the poetry society and cooperate with other poetry societies to organize a poetry competition. The winner can be famous in Jinling and get a big reward. The number of winners will also be rewarded. As the saying goes, there are brave men under great rewards, but anyone with poetic talent and literary talent can't help but want to participate."

The model he mentioned is actually similar to the competition routine of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.As one of the judges, it is very reasonable to get inspiration from it.

Wang Yubao immediately said: "Brother Datang, this method is very good. The major associations have almost included all the people with poetic and literary talents in Jiangzhou. If they can participate, there will be no omissions."

The states in the south of the Yangtze River flourished in pen and ink, and there were many scholars and poets. Due to various factors, such as teacher inheritance, or style of writing, or background, or personality and temper, etc., they connected one after another and formed associations, large and small, with various names, at least some Dozens.

Many clubs are not harmonious, some have good relationships, some have bad relationships, and there is a vague spirit of being competitive, especially during important festivals, such as Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, etc., and the works written by members are used as weapons , One is about the advantages and disadvantages, and there is no shortage of verbal battles.

However, it is unprecedented for all associations to hold a poetry competition together.

After listening to his son's suggestion, Wang Zhixiang raised his brows, quite relieved.There is no doubt about the talent of my son, capable of writing and martial arts, and became famous at a young age.It's just that the temperament is wild, not stable enough, and needs more tempering and beating.

So he clapped his hands: "Use this strategy, with Jun'er and Bao'er as the leaders, the others are at your disposal, and organize the poetry competition as soon as possible. The old man will know it in the whole city overnight."

Wang Yujun said with a smile: "Anneng lacks the wind and moon to cheer up such a grand event? I will go to the gold hairpins in the big spring towers, and they will definitely nod and agree. With these beauties to help out, we will be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

With that said, he cupped his hands and staggered out again.

Wang Zhixiang: "..."

Knowing a son is like a father, how can you not know what this son is thinking?
But what he said did make sense.Poems and songs are inseparable from wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the combination of the two is the real elegance.

As for the son hanging around the Goulan place, it's not a big deal.

People who are not flirtatious are in vain for youth, and only after going through the sea can they see through the nature of water.

What's more, the communication between characters is even more inseparable from that place.

So he said kindly to Wang Yubao: "Bao'er, your cousin has gone to contact Nobile Oiran, and I will trouble you to do the communication with the club."

Wang Yubao said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely handle it properly."

"Dashan, like Bao'er, is a good man of my Wang family."

……

On August 27, at dusk, the clouds were denser, but the wind and rain were still coming.

Inside the counter, Chen Jin put down the brush in his hand, and there was a thick stack of manuscripts on the left hand side. There were more than ten articles, including five that had been completed previously.

A day of hard writing is close to half of the goal.

After writing so much at once, my head is a little numb, and I feel like my body has been hollowed out. The level of the last two or three articles has obviously dropped.

He stopped just in time to relax and relax.

The business of the store today is considered to be good, and Chu Xiucai is basically responsible for receiving them. He is busy, but he didn't notice that Chen Jin wrote several articles later.

Chen Jin also didn't intend to hand over to him to transcribe. What is written now is only a semi-finished product, and it has to be handed over to the teacher for review, correction and polishing, and analysis and comments.

When closing and cleaning up, Chu Xiucai suddenly asked, "My lord, do you plan to participate in the temple fair and poetry fair?"

Chen Jin had heard about these poetry gatherings: "No one came to invite me."

Chu Xiucai said: "In fact, you can recommend yourself. Write out your poems and submit them to others for review. If you are good at it, you will be invited. If you are interested, I can do it for you."

Chen Jin smiled: "Forget it, let's not join in the fun."

Above the poetry meeting, it is actually a way to become famous. He had seriously considered it before.However, those activities belong to the circle culture, and it is difficult for outsiders to participate, not to have fun together, and even to be ostracized.

Now he just wants to finish writing the 33 propositional essays quickly, and then gather them into a book and print them out, so as to achieve the purpose of making a statement.

Close the door of the store, return to the courtyard, have dinner, and immediately enter the inner landscape to read "Li Yan Pian". As expected, each article has formed a mirror image and appeared on a blank page.

(End of this chapter)