Farmer’s Blessed Girl

After all, Bai Shanbao is only a young boy. Although he has seen it and thought about it, he really can't think of a solution. So in the end, although he listed Yang Heshu's methods of resettling the refugees, he also gave different situations. My own other suggestions, but in the end I couldn't help but ask back.

The situation of a county is different from that of a county. Can the resettlement situation of refugees really be unified?

If it cannot be unified, how is the assessment standard determined?

If local officials do not act and allow refugees to flood, how should they be punished?

After listening to his answer, Mr. Zhuang: ...

Man Bao applauded happily, thinking that he answered very well and asked very well, "I don't know if the gentlemen of the government school can answer it."

"The gentlemen of the government school can't answer the answer. As a teacher, I don't know. As a teacher, I only know that if your last question is placed there, you will not give me a silent answer to the first question. Now go wash and eat, and then go to bed. "Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "Take it easy when you enter the examination room tomorrow. Poetry, if you have done the same type of poetry before, you can use it. If you haven't done it, just write it on the spot."

He felt that there was no need to struggle with whether it was too much or not.

Who gave papers to test students, but in the end they were tested in reverse?

If it were him, maybe he could think more about whether to take this student, but with the character of the several academic officials in power at the Fu Xue, I am afraid that they will be rejected in the first round.

Mr. Zhuang had a good idea. The school officials corrected the papers overnight. The main reason is that not only did the number of people in their prefectural examinations hit a new high this year, but they also attracted the attention of some big shots.

For example, the king of Yizhou who has always been aloof, the envoy Zhang Jiedu who has always been mediocre, and the nobleman who came suddenly.

Although the nobleman had already left, the school officials did not dare to relax. They felt that their school had rarely received the attention of the nobleman, so of course they had to do it to perfection.

So after the papers were collected, although no one asked them, they changed their previous laziness and turned on the lights overnight to correct the papers.

Mr. Lan was among them.

He and a few colleagues screened the papers first. For example, those papers that were obviously stained or incomplete were screened out and put aside, and the rest were grouped and handed over to several academic officials for review.

Bai Shanbao's noodle rolls are good among all the papers, at least they belong to the top class.

So it was the first batch to be put in front of the school officials.

The academic officers paired up and scored cross-marks. Bai Shanbao's previous scores belonged to the upper class, but the real difficulty was the latter two big questions, which were the key questions for selecting candidates.

Only the question of "Shengmin" brushed off most of the candidates, either they couldn't answer it, or they explained "Shengmin" again, or they didn't write the point.

And when the last big question is asked, many people can be brushed off.

Talking in general, writing indiscriminately, some people even wrote the paper as flattery, praising the king of Yizhou and the officials under Yizhou for properly arranging the refugees after the last flood...

Although the academic officers don't like individual candidates who speak fiercely, they certainly don't like candidates who flatter them like this, so they are the first to be dismissed.

It's not that their school wants to teach courtiers, if these words were written ironically, they might let him participate in the next batch of screenings.

Bai Shanbao had good luck and entered the next batch, but was thrown out in the last batch of selection.

At this time, it was time for the final selection. Several school officials took turns to read it again, and finally threw Bai Shanbao's paper into a pile of papers and said: "The previous answer is not bad, but the last question is whether we will test him or him. Give us a question? No way."

Mr. Lan glanced at the names on the test paper, and was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect Bai Shanbao to be knocked down in the last round.

He couldn't help picking it up to take a look, and found that the answers to the questions before him were fairly comprehensive, barely considered first-class, but he answered the big question of "Shengmin" really well, and he also answered the first half of the last big question. Well done.

He paused, handed in the papers to several school officials again, and said, "My lord, let's look at his place of origin and age."

An academic officer reached out to take it and asked, "What's wrong with his hometown and age..."

The student officer opened it and glanced at it, then froze for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Several school officials stepped forward and took a look, "Guanneidao? Oh, born in the first year of Dazhen... the first year of Dazhen!"

Several school officials widened their eyes, thought for a while and turned their heads to ask Lan Cheng, "Could it be that this is a typo, it is not the first year of Dazhen, but should be born in the first year of Dade?"

Lan Cheng: "...This is the information on the road guide, there is no mistake."

The school officials were silent for a while, then flipped through his paper again, "Twelve years old, he looks like a genius."

"What do you mean by a bit? It's what it is. Should I take this paper or not?"

Lan Cheng retreated to the back and no longer participated in their discussion. This was all he could do.

The school officials hesitated for a while, and one of them said: "This last question, if the answer is above the crown, I will definitely not pass it, but a twelve-year-old boy can write such a suggestion and ask questions. Although it is inappropriate to ask such a question, you can consider giving him a chance."

When the school officials heard this, they immediately nodded repeatedly, yes, yes, the main reason is that his native place is still in Guannei Road, although I don't know why he came to Jiannan Road to study.

But they are still very happy to be able to snatch talents from Guannei Dao.

In case they fall into someone here, and then turn around and get him out, how wronged are they?

In the end, all the academic officials still put Bai Shanbao's paper in, and said: "Lord Inspector, even Lord Zhang and the prince may have to read it again, so let's put it in first. .”

"Not bad."

"By the way, have you passed the poetry test? Turn over his paper and have a look. If the poem has aura, it can make up for the inadequacy of this paper."

After all, the birthplace and age of the examinee cannot be used as a valid reason, but poetry and essays can.

After mentioning this, everyone hurriedly looked for the poetry papers that were just received today.

And Bai Shanbao, who walked out of the examination room after the examination was completely finished, couldn't help but put the examination basket into Daji's arms, and hugged Bai Erlang and Man Bao happily.

The three little friends jumped up and down a few times with their arms, and then Bai Shanbao waved generously: "Go, I'll treat you to something delicious."

Now he doesn't care about winning or losing, he just wants to laugh three hundred times, eat delicious food for another three hundred days, and sleep for another three hundred days.

But this is just thinking about it, there is no need to think about three hundred days or something.

Mr. Zhuang watched them bustling with a smile, raised his hand and pressed down: "You don't need to ask, I invite you as a teacher."

The next chapter is around two o'clock in the afternoon