Falling Talent GL

Jiang Xiaoya practiced writing her own name, while Jiang Sanyan silently wrote scriptures.

In the general Tongsheng examination, there are usually thirty questions and answers about the scriptures, but when it comes to the Xiucai examination, that is, the county examination, such questions will generally increase to fifty. The meaning is mainly to examine the amount of knowledge of the candidates. You have to memorize a lot and understand the interpretation in order to pass this test.

In addition to the most basic Moyi, the Baiyue Imperial Examination also includes Tiejing, Policy Questions, and Poetry and Fu. There are four sessions in total.

These two games are the easiest for Jiang Sanyan, if he works hard, there will be results.But the remaining two games did not rely on simple efforts.

Most of the policy questions are the students' opinions and countermeasures on some current political affairs and people's livelihood.

As for poetry and prose, in addition to hard study and talent, quick wit and ingenuity are also needed. Like Ce Wen, Jiang Sanyan lacks the most.

Thinking of this, she put down the book in her hand. In her memory, the county examination questions that year were not easy. The next two exams just happened to cover the content she had prepared, so she passed the exam.

and after?She seemed to have used up all her luck in that county examination. She failed the government examination repeatedly, and finally wasted years, failed to protect her sister, and even lost her own life.

The palms were clenched into fists unconsciously. Jiang Sanyan was thinking about the countermeasures in her mind. She didn't know if the question would change if she tried it again. Even if there was no change, she might not be able to answer it well. As for politics, she can be said to know very little.

In Jiangjia Village, Uncle Jiang only got one scholar in his life, and he couldn't provide any useful help. Jiang Manzheng also knew this, so he sent his son to the county school early on. For Jiang Sanyan, a niece, Indifferent from beginning to end.

Most of the masters in county schools are those who have won the Juren and have the qualifications to select officials, but are unable to enter the officialdom due to reasons such as low rankings, lack of financial resources and connections. Although they are not talented, they teach scholars. It is indeed more than enough to impart the government examination experience.

Jiang Sanyan touched the money bag in the drawer under the desk. There were three taels of silver and 150 three copper coins in it, not even enough money for a year's repairs.

Unless someone recommends or recommends it, maybe part of the training can be exempted, but that is only for students with outstanding talents.

The next day, Jiang Sanyan made up her mind. Early in the morning, she made breakfast and hurried to the county seat.

Besides copying books, she has a new opportunity, that is Jiang Xiaofeng.This person works as a waiter in Shangpin Tea House, and because of his handsome appearance, he was arranged to welcome guests in front of the door. The two of them were not familiar with each other at first, but because of yesterday's incident, they also have the friendship of the same clan, so they can be regarded as acquaintances.

Jiang Sanyan knows that there are not many good things like yesterday, but since there is one, there may be another, and she must always be prepared to seize the fleeting opportunity. She doesn't even mind that she shares a little less. Compared with copying books, the speed of money coming in this way is ten times or even a hundred times.

Shangpin Tea House is next to the county school, and the two places are only a few steps away. It is said that it is run by the Yue family, the magistrate of the county.

Recently, because the second son of the Yu family, the head of the township examination, has frequently held literary conferences here, Shangpin Tea House can be said to be famous and the business is booming.

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't have any objection to this proposal. Although he was only one year older than Jiang Sanyan, he had been in teahouses all year round, met many people of all kinds, and saw things more clearly.

This girl from the same family had a hard life, and he was not the type to take advantage of the fire, so he still followed what he said before, splitting the bill fifty-fifty.

For convenience, Jiang Xiaofeng even donated the small bench in his room, together with the narrow wooden table, and placed them in the alley. When he was done, he brought out a set of men's robes and ordered Jiang Sanyan to change into them. .

Jiang Sanyan's heart warmed slightly, remembering the kindness of this elder brother of the same clan, hoping to have the opportunity to repay in the future.She took out the book in her arms, looked at it attentively, and waited at the same time.

In the Qian Mansion, Shuang'er hurried back to the yard when she got the news: "Miss, you are really good at predicting things, that girl has really gone again."

Qian Xiaoqiao raised her eyes, with a hint of a smile in her eyes, she wasn't predicting things like a god, but she was guessing based on human nature.

This person's family is poor, and he has just won Tongsheng. Since he is willing to come out to write pairs for others, he has earned money.Either something happened and he was tied down, or he earned enough money, otherwise he would not give up this door easily.

Judging from the news I inquired yesterday, it is obvious that these two items are not in line. Besides, the township examination has just ended, the county school has not yet started, and students hold various poetry and literature meetings frequently.

For that girl student, as long as she is not a fool, she will not give up such a good opportunity.In the end, it's just a matter of life.

"Oh? Does Tong Sheng have any business?"

"I inquired, and no one has held a poetry meeting there today, and those scholars don't know where to go to chant those sour poems."

Shuang'er always keeps in mind the principle of being a qualified maid, that is to always go one step further than the master's orders, whether it is useful or not, at least be prepared.

"Sour poetry, it's also appropriate, go to the cashier to pay money, let's go meet those scholars." The beautiful black eyebrows stretched silently, and the flowing flowing water is the curiosity of a girl.

Qian Xiaoqiao wanted to know how much the girl was born with, and whether she could surprise herself in the county examination next year. Since she didn't have a chance, she would create one.

The only daughter of the county's richest businessman, Miss Qian's family held a poetry meeting at Shangpin Tea House today, the winner will get a hundred taels of silver.

As soon as the news spread, it stirred the hearts of every scholar. Those from poorer families needed the money, and those from better families wanted to win the eyes of this young lady with their talents.

After all, everyone knows that Miss Qian's family is extremely beautiful, especially her eyes, which really shine when she smiles, which makes people yearn for her.

The only thing that bothers me is probably that Miss Qian lives too unruly. A daughter's family shows up all day long and fights openly and secretly with people in the mall, which is really detrimental to a woman's reputation.

Fortunately, the Qian family has a lot of money, and Miss Qian, the little God of Wealth, is also at home in the business field. Such a combination of the two is barely acceptable, so many men who think they are romantic or talented rush to the top teahouse.

In front of the teahouse, Jiang Xiaofeng almost lost his eyes with laughter. After he got the news that Miss Qian had hired the teahouse to hold a poetry meeting, he immediately asked for a day off. Among the crowd, one business after another was pulled.

He was indeed extremely smart, he had expected that many people would flock to him, and he would definitely not be able to leave when the time came, so he asked for leave.

This matter is also a blessing to Miss Qian. The rule of entering the teahouse is to write a poem with the theme of autumn. If the number of words is too many, the price should rise.

Jiang Xiaofeng doesn't know which is more difficult, pairing or writing poems, but he knows numbers and knows that writing poems requires a lot of words and takes up a lot of paper area, so the price is at least [-] yuan a poem.

Besides, he also counts the cost, don't pens and inks cost money?Doesn't paper cost money?Since you pay more, you should get more.

Of course, the most important thing is that Miss Qian's family is holding the poetry meeting, and there are indeed a lot of people here, so he can feel at ease with the price increase.

What Jiang Sanyan was in charge of was much simpler, as long as she wrote poems, her poetic talent was mediocre, and the poems she wrote were at most neat and did not digress.

After this morning, she had already written dozens of poems, and the original twenty essays had increased to fifty essays. Although it took a lot of effort, she was happy in her heart.

In Jiang Sanyan's eyes, every time she writes a poem, she seems to put a pile of copper coins in her pocket. She feels that her wit has never been as sharp as it is today, and it really is easy to do things with money.

In the teahouse, Yu Ta opened the folding fan and shook it twice, and then enjoyed the compliments from the people around him with a smug face. He looked at the woman in the main seat, his heart trembled slightly, and his feet moved involuntarily.

"Miss Qian, I didn't expect that we would meet after only one night. We really meet everywhere."

Qian Xiaoqiao chuckled, maintaining the peace on her face, and quietly hid the guard and resistance in her eyes: "Young Master Yu just joked, so I will meet most of you here everywhere."

"Haha, Ms. Qian is unparalleled in beauty. It is my honor to meet you." Yu Ta panicked inexplicably, always feeling that his intentions had been seen through. Those who like to be praised can never go wrong by saying more good things.

"Young Master Yu praises you, the little girl is ashamed." Qian Xiaoqiao was thinking about something in her heart, and she was not willing to play Tai Chi with him like yesterday, so she picked up the poem draft on the table and looked at it seriously.

Seeing her bowing her head, Yu Ta seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, his eyes flashed, revealing a bit of disdain, and then he looked at the scholars in the field who wanted to come but had no courage.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he took the initiative to lean over again: "Miss Qian is going to check it alone, it will take time, I'm not good at it, and I have some experience in poetry, I wonder if I can check it with you?"

"Don't bother me, my lord. I'm enough." Qian Xiaoqiao stretched out her hand to hold down a stack of poem manuscripts on the table, the smile in her eyes faded, and her tone became more unhappy.

What she was looking for was the handwriting of the girl's birth. If it was someone else's handwriting, if it was missed, today's experience would be in vain.

Jiang Sanyan has written thirty if not fifty poems today, but those who spend money are not fools, they all know how to re-copy them before handing them in.

As for herself, she was very self-aware and didn't think about the hundred taels of silver, so in the end, Qian Xiaoqiao didn't see the handwriting she wanted.

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