The daily routine of the ancient imperial examination

After getting the general information about King Ming, Lu Xiuyuan returned his attention to the book.

Although he is under the tutelage of the old Shoufu now, the person who lectures him is mainly Senior Brother Wu. Occasionally, when the old Shoufu Zhang has time, he will come over to give some pointers, and every time he gets to the point.

For example, today Mr. Wu was carrying the three of them to write poems and refine their words. Zhang Laoshoufu took the article submitted by Lu Xiuyuan directly into the room when he had time, and criticized him for his shortcomings.

"Xiuyuan, did you often recite other people's essays before?"

Unexpectedly, the other party would notice it at a glance, so he nodded in agreement.

After hearing this answer, the old Shoufu showed an expression that was exactly as I expected.

"Although it can be seen that you try to mix these words and sentences together, some words are different in nature and cannot be used together."

After speaking, he also listed the meaning of several words.

Lu Xiuyuan is also aware of this problem, but what more can a child from a poor family ask for?If there are articles for him to memorize, it is already very good for him to practice. If it is formulaic, it will be formulaic, otherwise he may not even pass the provincial examination.

After Zhang Lao Shoufu pointed out the problem, he was afraid of hitting Dao Lu Xiuyuan, so he quickly comforted him: "It's not a big problem, it's just that I have to change my writing method in the past few months."

Hearing this, Lu Xiuyuan rekindled hope in his heart, and he also wanted to know what the improvement method was.

"I hope Master will give me some advice." He looked at the other party sincerely.

Zhang Lao Shoufu handed him the article in his hand: "Go back and write this article again in the simplest and most plain language."

Lu Xiuyuan took over the article. This article was a betting topic given to them by Mr. Zhang. It was similar to a topic about establishing a heart for the world and a life for the people.

This was the most enjoyable article he thought he could write, but he didn't expect to be caught as a typical article.

Seeing his confusion, Zhang Lao Shoufu explained: "It's a good way to memorize articles to improve your writing skills. When you write other propositions, your problem is not obvious. At most, it is more formulaic, and it can still give you high-level results. The passing of this township examination also proves this point."

"But, Xiuyuan." The other party's voice changed, and his expression became serious, "Have you noticed what is the biggest advantage of your writing?"

"What is it?"

Lu Xiuyuan is not very clear about this, he just thinks that he is better at learning other people's things, and then sums it up with his own understanding.

Zhang Lao Shoufu reached out and poked his chest lightly: "Your advantage is that you have a pure heart."

"Your style is the kind of article in which simple language outlines strong emotions, which is commonly known as plain style."

"Children who grew up in the countryside are used to seeing the life of the lower class, and the words they write are full of emotion."

Lu Xiuyuan agrees with this point very much. Since he traveled across the border, he has encountered border plagues and seen flood refugees. When he saw the title, he had that image in his mind. It still doesn't work in the assistant's eyes.

"You used to memorize a lot of articles in order to improve your writing skills. It was effective, but you could barely pass the provincial examination. If you want to use your strengths on the big stage of the examination, then the previous way must not work.

The National Examination is a national exam. Talented scholars from all over the country gather here. Only 300 people will be selected in three years. What is the concept?

If you want to be named on the gold list, you must discard what you wrote before, and then polish the article based on your own advantages. "

Lu Xiuyuan listened thoughtfully to the other party's words.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lao Shoufu came to Master Wu with his hands behind his back: "What did you tell them just now?"

Master Wu unconsciously became shorter in front of his teacher: "I just took the three of them to compose poems and practice writing."

Taking a look at the teaching plan in Mr. Wu's hand, many of them are poems that have been revised and improved a lot.

"Take Qi Ji's "Zaomei" as an example, and let me tell you about the compatibility of words.

In the middle of the night in Qiancun, several branches bloomed last night.Since it is early, then the number of words used is inconsistent, how can a group be early?It's better to change it into a branch.

The plum blooms before all the flowers, and this branch of plum blossoms is the first to bloom before all the plum blossoms.

Just simply changing one word, it becomes two mornings, and the artistic conception immediately goes up. "

The three of them nodded while listening below.

Zhang Lao Shoufu put down the lesson plan in his hand, looked at Lu Xiuyuan and said earnestly: "Xiuyuan has strong feelings in his heart. When writing, you must pay attention to using your strengths and avoiding weaknesses. First, use the simplest words to present your thoughts in writing. Then, as before, slowly simplify the words and sentences in combination with the background, making it short and concise."

"Thank you for your teaching, master." He hastily saluted and thanked him.

"No need." The other party waved his hand and babbled a few more words, "When you usually practice, if you want to have a sense of substitution, you must pay attention to the layering of distance and nearness, movement and stillness."

After explaining what should be explained, Zhang Lao Shoufu left to get busy again.

As soon as the serious master left, Yang Weijian who was beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, do you know that I didn't dare to take a big breath just now when the master was here?"

Shen Congzhi couldn't help but smile when he saw his junior brother caressing his chest and making frightening movements.

Lu Xiuyuan didn't care about their movements, but just picked up the article he wrote before and read it again.

Seeing the situation, the two senior brothers next to him leaned over to read the article with him.

"Eh? This writing is not much better than mine? It's sensational when it should be sensational, and there are beautiful words and sentences when it should be beautiful. I thought the writing was so bad when the ancestor said it just now." Yang Weijian couldn't help asking questions.

"It seems to be something that I can't explain..." Shen Congzhi couldn't see any big problem.

Hearing what the two of them said, Lu Xiuyuan also heaved a sigh of relief. It is estimated that the old Chief Assistant's vision is too high. After all, he is an old man who has been engaged in literature all his life, so he must be particularly sensitive to small problems.

Seeing the three of them studying the article, Mr. Wu cleared his throat in front.

"Your master's fault-finding habit is not a day or two, just get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Lu Xiuyuan would be hurt, so he comforted him: "Brother, you have seen the rapid progress in your writing recently. It's just that Master is more demanding than an old man. It's not that your writing is not good."

Yang Weijian complained from the side: "This is too scary. After all, my master's background is not good. Even a genius against the sky can't meet the master's requirements in just three months, right?"

He used to think that Lu Xiuyuan was not very pleasing because of his senior brother, but after getting along with him for this period of time, the other party didn't seem to be as annoying as he imagined. Master's oppression, his feeling towards Lu Xiuyuan also gradually changed from rejection to sympathy.

Seeing his apprentice fighting for Lu Xiuyuan, Mr. Wu stroked his beard and asked, "Do you still remember when you were a teacher?"

"Master is naturally the number one." Yang Wei replied without even thinking about it: "The township examination is also the number one in the palace examination, directly three yuan and rank!"

"Isn't that normal?" Master Wu said: "Master, he is an old man with a wide range of knowledge, and his apprentice Sanyuan is in the first place. As a closed disciple, Xiuyuan's grades must not be too bad, otherwise, wouldn't it be shameful for your ancestors?" shame?"

It turned out that this was the case, and everyone suddenly realized.

After hearing those words just now, Lu Xiuyuan felt the pressure and was full of motivation at the same time. He wanted to work hard before but had no direction, so he could only explore by himself.

But it's different now. Someone will guide me and provide me with a way. I just need to move forward with a clear goal.

Seeing the fighting spirit in his eyes, Master Wu smiled in relief, and then continued with the previous content.

Two months later, in the capital city, the lanterns come on, and it is the annual Shangyuan Lantern Festival.

This year is a special year, and the level of excitement is lower than in previous years. This is because the exam is approaching, and everyone who has an exam at home is very careful about this Lantern Festival, lest they quarrel with those who are about to go to the exam.

Shi Yunchen's eldest brother also participated in the examination this year, the General's Mansion was always lively, but this time it was much quieter.

The servants and female relatives at home spoke in a soft voice, lest they disturb the eldest brother of the Shi family who was trying to endorse the book in the East Wing.

Lu Xiuyuan and the others live at the end of the General's Mansion. The yard is very close to the street, so they can clearly hear the lively beating of gongs and drums and the laughter of children outside.

But he didn't find it noisy.

Lu Xiuyuan was lying on the roof with a jug in his hand, looking at the Kongming lanterns in the sky in the distance, he took a sip of wine.

During this period of time, in addition to polishing his essays with his master and senior brother, he was also arranged for the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

Skills such as children from poor families usually have special people to arrange the learning of these skills after they pass the test. They don't need to be proficient, just a superficial knowledge is enough.

But now that Lu Xiuyuan has worshiped his master, he has to learn these things systematically. The arithmetic, calligraphy and etiquette are not bad, but the rest of riding and shooting are exhausting for him.

Fortunately, on the Shangyuan Lantern Festival today, the old Shoufu did not torture him anymore, but gave him a whole day off with a wave of his hand, so that he could have a good rest.

Hearing the sound of trampling bricks and tiles, Lu Xiuyuan raised his arms and looked over. Shi Yunchen came over with a cloak.

"Are you coming up too?" He patted the brick next to him, "Come and sit here."

The other party sat down next to Lu Xiuyuan, looked at the clusters of fireworks in the distance, and couldn't help sighing: "It's another Lantern Festival, time flies so fast."

Hearing this, he adjusted his position, resting his head directly on the young master's knee, and then echoed: "Yes, we have been together for a year."

Thinking of what happened at the Lantern Festival last year, Shi Yunchen couldn't help stroking Lu Xiuyuan's hair.

"The Lantern Festival in Beijing is much more lively than that in Ping'an Town. Don't you really want to go out and have fun?"

Lu Xiuyuan turned over, buried his head in the opponent's arms and rubbed against each other: "No, no, the exam is only a few days away, and I will go back to my room to write an article when I lie down again!"

After hearing this answer, Shi Yunchen sighed softly, and put the cloak on him.

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy. The exam is about to take place. You should pay more attention to be careful not to catch the wind and cold."

"I see."

Feeling the warmth of his body, Lu Xiuyuan hugged the young master's thin waist tightly, and rubbed his face in the other's arms.

The author has something to say: cry and cry, I put it in the manuscript box and forgot to post it at nine o'clock.