Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

The next day, July 26, the academy closed for holiday.

After breakfast in the morning, Meng Zhen took his own carriage to the school.

The students were languid and swaying, obviously they hadn't recovered from the aftermath of the holiday.

Meng Zhen took out a book, sat in his seat and read silently.After a while, a student came to him.

He looked up and saw that it was Deng Bowen.

Deng Bowen is the nephew of Deng Yuming, a good friend of the original owner, and he is also studying at Qingshan Academy.He was the one who told Deng Yuming about Meng Zhen coming to the academy to study.

Deng Bowen's temperament was calm, gentle and generous. When other students pointed at Meng Zhen behind his back, he didn't say a word and didn't participate, but this didn't mean he had a good impression of Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen and his uncle have been good friends for many years, the two have similar tastes, the same bad virtues, they like young and beautiful women, and they have no restraint.

However, he has read the sage books for several years, and he knows the unspeakable truth behind it.

He didn't talk about Mengzhen in front of other students, but he didn't get close to Mengzhen either.

He just didn't understand why Meng Zhen came to the academy to study suddenly after he was half a hundred years old.It would be fine if this person had studied before, but he heard from his uncle that this person is a man who doesn't touch books, and coming to the academy to study is just putting on a show.

Deng Bowen thought, yes, this man has some spare money in his family, and he came to study in the academy for half a century, but it was just a whim, pretending to be a gold plate on his body, so as to prove that he is not a simple illiterate.

He thought that Meng Zhen would not be able to endure the hard work of studying, and he would retreat after three or two days, but he didn't think that he would persist for nearly three months without going to the ground for a day.

Today is the first day of the hot summer vacation, and the other students are out of breath, like sun-dried cucumbers, looking listless.

On the contrary, this Mengzhen, calm and relaxed, sitting in his seat and reading a book quietly, was not affected by the holiday at all.

Moreover, this person had always performed well in class before, he did not doze off or make small movements, he could answer the questions asked by the teacher fluently, he respected teachers, he was friendly to classmates, and he did not have any bad behavior.

This made Deng Bowen somewhat suspicious. Could it be that what he had learned before was true or false?Otherwise, why is it different from what he imagined.

With doubts, Deng Bowen stepped forward, saluted and said, "Hello, Uncle Meng!"

Listening to this call, Meng Zhen thought to himself, since he came to the academy, this person has never said a word to him, so what is the reason for coming here now.

But he never liked to guess people's thoughts, so he just replied: "Nephew Deng Xian!"

Deng Bowen was not polite at all, he lifted his clothes and sat at the personal case table, and slowly opened his mouth:

"My father often told me that the elders are wiser, and those who are older than me are more knowledgeable. I should learn from them. This will benefit me a lot."

"I see that Uncle Meng is calm and calm, like a man of great wisdom, so I want to make friends with you, and I hope Uncle Meng will not be offended."

Meng Zhen listened to what he said, and looked him over again, this kid was about the same age as Meng Hong, but his temperament was restrained and stable, which is rare.

I can't help but think of other students' sarcastic attacks against him some time ago, but Deng Bowen didn't participate in the disturbance, which is really commendable.

Meng Zhen couldn't help but look at people a few more times, and then said: "Wisdom is not counted, older is true, as for knowledge, I do have a wider range than you brats, but it is only relatively speaking, for example I am quite confused when it comes to matters related to scientific research, which is far behind you, so you should be cautious when asking me for advice."

Deng Bowen smiled: "Uncle Meng is too modest. We are still young and have only studied for a few years. How dare we pretend to be in front of you. We need to ask you for advice."

The kid has a sharp mouth.Meng Zhen couldn't help but glanced at him a few more times.

Here Deng Bowen has taken an article copied on his desk, and read it carefully.

"Meng Bobo's handwriting is really good. The font is mellow and powerful, with a combination of rigidity and softness, and a degree of relaxation. It is unforgettable. This is the first time I have seen it when I grow up. I have practiced this word for a long time."

When Deng Bowen said this, he couldn't hide his envious look on his face, and his eyes fell on the paper without blinking, which can be said to be full of praise.

Meng really thought, you have a good eye, this word has not only been practiced for a long time, it is more than 500 years.

In his previous life, apart from practicing Taoism wholeheartedly, thinking that one day he would ascend to Taoism, he also wrote the Tao Te Ching silently every day. With such perseverance, how can the written words not look good?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Deng Bowen say again: "Uncle Meng, I really like your word so much, can you write another picture for me? I want to frame it so that I can enjoy it every day."

Meng Zhen said without hesitation: "Yes, I will write you as much as you want." It's not that he is so generous, but this kid is really lucky.His disciples and grandchildren in the previous life all respectfully avoided him when they saw him, and they never dared to ask him for anything.Today it was rare for someone to ask him for something, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

"Okay, once Uncle Meng has said something, it's too late for a horse, so don't go back on it."

Meng Zhen can't laugh or cry, just a few words, there is nothing to regret.Immediately replied: "Nephew Deng Xian, don't worry, I don't go back on my word."

Deng Bowen stretched his face with a smile, buried his head and looked through Mengzhen's other manuscripts, and chatted with Mengzhen about scientific research.

Mengzhen learned from him that he took the county examination and government examination last year, and passed the examination without hindrance, but unfortunately failed in the backyard examination.

In the imperial examination system of this dynasty, the county examination and government examination can be taken every year, and the courtyard examination is taken twice in three years. Deng Bowen took the courtyard examination last year, and the next time will have to wait until next year.

"Uncle Meng, take the exam well next year, try to pass the county exam once, and we will take the college exam together."

When Meng Zhenfu heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said unhurriedly: "I will fight for it." Although the county examination and government examination are the simplest and most basic imperial examinations, he does not dare to guarantee that he will once Sex can pass.

"Uncle Meng can definitely do it." Deng Bowen smiled and encouraged, and next to Mengzhen he said a bunch of things related to the scientific examination. He didn't return to his seat until the class bell rang and Master Zheng walked into the classroom.

This is the first class after the hot summer vacation. Many students have not recovered from the comfort of the vacation, so Mr. Zheng does not teach new classes, and asks the students to recite the four books and five scriptures that they have taught before.

This back is terrible, the weather is already dull, many students don't know if they didn't sleep well at night or something, they yawned again and again, some even closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Mrs. Zheng slapped the board several times in the classroom but it didn't work, and finally ended the first class after the start of school in a hurry with a bell ringing.

The sequelae of the holiday did not get better until the third day. After class this afternoon, Mengzhen packed up his books and wanted to go home. Deng Bowen came over and stopped him.

"Uncle Meng, you promised to send me a letter a few days ago, do you still remember?"

Meng Zhen nodded: "Remember, what's the matter?" Then he quickly realized, "Are you in a hurry?"

Deng Bowen smiled embarrassedly: "No, I just want to hang it on the wall earlier."

Meng Zhen said: "Since that's the case, I'll go home and write for you."

He came out of the school with a bookcase on his back, and Deng Bowen followed him, saying as he walked, "I happen to be on the same road as Uncle Meng, why don't I go home with you to get it?"

Meng Zhen glanced at the person abruptly, wondering why this kid was so impatient, but since the person asked for it, he couldn't refuse it, so he had to take someone to rush home.

It was still early when I got home, Meng Zhen sat in the study and began to write for others, while Deng Bowen stood beside him and waited quietly.

Just after writing two words, a voice came from outside the door: "Old Meng, Lao Meng."

Both of them were stunned when they heard the sound, since it was inconvenient for them to greet them, but Deng Bowen came out to greet them, and when they saw the visitor, they respectfully saluted: "Hello, Uncle!"

Seeing that it was his nephew, Deng Yuming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It turned out to be Bowen, why did you come here?" He said and hung the birdcage in his hand on a jujube tree in the yard.

In the cage were two thrushes, chirping non-stop, and the sound was very pleasant.

"I'm here to ask Uncle Meng for a letter." Deng Bowen said.

"You asked him for words?" Deng Yuming frowned, obviously surprised, "His handwriting is like ants crawling, it's ugly to death, you might as well ask me for it." As he spoke, he stepped into the study .

Meng Zhen held his sleeve in one hand and wrote carefully at the desk with a pen in the other. Deng Yuming stepped forward and was amazed when he saw the words on the paper.

"Old Meng, when did you practice this good handwriting? I remember that when I came to your house last year, your handwriting was clearly not like this. Why did you not see me these days? You are so good at it, so strange."

I saw a few big characters written by Meng Zhen: flying and dancing:

If the house is full of gold and jade, no one can keep it; if you are rich and proud, you will blame yourself.Gong then retreated, the way of heaven.

"What do these words mean? As expected, you went to the academy once, and you can make up such polite words." Deng Yuming stared at Mengzhen's words and said sourly.

"Uncle, this is not Uncle Meng's nonsense. These few words come from the "Tao Te Ching" and are said by Lao Tzu." Deng Bowen hurriedly explained aside. To his surprise, Meng Zhen also dabbled in Taoism. People are really not to be underestimated.Now that he moved away from the words, he couldn't help but look at Meng Zhen a few more times.

Meng Zhen put down his pen, looked at the words he had written carefully, and then turned sideways and said: "Nephew Deng Xian, the words you want have been written, and when the ink is dry, you can take them home. go."

Deng Bowen hurriedly nodded his thanks, and looked at the picture as if he had found a treasure, "Nephew thanked Uncle Meng, and I will send you a treasure someday, which is considered a reciprocal gift."

Meng Zhen waved his hand, telling him not to be so polite.

The ink marks on the paper dried up quickly, Deng Bowen put away his words, and said goodbye: "The two uncles are chatting here, and my nephew will leave first, so I won't bother you anymore." After Meng Zhen nodded in agreement, he said He lifted his leg and walked away.