The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

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It can be said that those who are born in a poor family in the countryside and can achieve great fame have all experienced great hardships. The starting point is much lower than others. It takes countless efforts to catch up with others, and at the same time they have to face all kinds of cruel competition.

This kind of competition is not only between classmates, between the same exams, but also between the same clan, and even one's own brothers.

If you succeed, the sea and the sky will be bright, and you will not be an ordinary person since then. If you fail, you will put down the book and pick up the hoe, and face the loess and the sky for the rest of your life.

It is because they understand this kind of cruelty that the two of them can't help but wonder whether this son deliberately said that his knowledge is weak, or he just wants to drag his brother to reduce the difficulty of the question. But this is a double-edged sword. After all, it is a disadvantage to oneself to lose one's studies to others.

These thoughts only happened in an instant, and because of the sudden attention of He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai, Xue Qingshan's eyebrows jumped wildly, for fear that Xue Tingxiang would say something amazing again. At this moment, he couldn't care less about why Xue Tingshan knew the interpretation of the scriptures, and he completely forgot that his previous idea was that Xue Tingshan didn't understand the scriptures, and it would be effortless for his son to beat him.

This is also true for Patriarch Xue. If something happens in the clan that cannot be seen by others, it is limited to the clan. If it happens in public, it will be a bit ugly.

The eyes of the two seemed to have needles, and they were anxiously focused on Xue Tingxiang's face. Unexpectedly, he smiled shyly and said: The boy was weak and sick when he was young, so he inevitably fell behind.

Xue Qingshan hurriedly laughed and said: That's exactly the case. Don't be afraid that the two seniors will laugh at me. My nephew is talented and intelligent, but his weak body hinders his studies.

Patriarch Xue also nodded in agreement.

Others didn't know what was going on, they just opened their eyes and watched. Only Zheng Lizheng seemed to realize that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell the details, so he could only keep silent.

After He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai gave in to each other again, He Xiucai was the main one in the end. Sitting at the top, he said to Xue Tingxiang: Since you don't understand the scriptures, it's a bit unfair to go beyond the scope of what you have learned. You two are still young, and it's time to lay down the foundation, so I will test your two. Human base.

Hearing this, although Xue Juncai was a little disappointed that he was overqualified and missed his opportunity to perform, he also felt disdainful.

If you don't test the scriptures, then Xue Tingxiang is not his opponent!

He Xiucai squeezed his beard with his hands, and after pondering for a while, said: Zhu Zi said: the size of learning is inherently different, but it is the way, it is only one. It is also suitable for young people. If you don't learn it in elementary school, you will have nothing to learn. Its heart, to cultivate its virtue, is the foundation of the university. The two of you will each silently write a Disciple Regulations.

Neither of them expected that the first question would be Mo's Disciple Regulations. You must know that Disciples Regulations was learned at the beginning of elementary school, and the whole article is only about a thousand words. In addition to the general narrative, it is divided into seven chapters: filial piety when you enter, brotherhood when you go out, sincerity, faith, universal love for all, kindness and benevolence, and Yu Liwen.

Each chapter is not long, with three words and one sentence, rhyming in the same pattern, and catchy. It lists the various norms that disciples should abide by at home, when going out, and when dealing with people. It also just proves what He Xiucai said before, the size of learning is inherently different, but it is the truth that it is only one.

Someone has already prepared a square table and pens and inks, and each person has a table and table in front of the hall, and even the ink has been sharpened.

When the two came to the table, they picked up a pen and wrote without any hesitation.

As the two rushed to write and write, the noise gradually faded away. Even if the country people don't understand the basic principles, they also know that scholars should not be disturbed when they are doing their studies.

This is not a problem for Xue Tingxiang, because he only has one book, so he has spent too much effort to memorize the things he has learned.

Not only memorizing, but also keeping in mind, so that when asked in school, he can answer fluently, because he has no reference at all.

It is better to have no books than to have books, because these are all engraved in the mind. Especially since having that dream, in order not to affect his memory, he has silently recited the book he had memorized countless times in his mind.

While Xue Tingxiang was writing vigorously, he also had a slight change in his opinion of He Xiucai.

He could see that the other party asked such an unexpected question, not because the other party deliberately released the water, but because the other party wanted to make a surprise. Because this discipline is too simple for scholars, they have learned it when they were just learning, but they just throw it away after learning it.

Except for the beginning of learning, my husband will not take these things in the future. It may be to test the Three Character Classic, or even a hundred surnames, and a thousand character prose, but it will not be the rules of this disciple.

Xue Tingxiang even couldn't wait to see Xue Juncai's reaction. Maybe the other party can roughly write down this article, but can you write down all the thousands of words, and the words are correct and the order is good? Moreover, He Xiucai's request to silence this disciple's rule is probably not just silent, but also one of the books in elementary school.

Just relying on your own words is enough to beat the opponent.

As Xue Tingxiang thought, at first Xue Juncai really felt contemptuous. He even wondered if this He Xiucai was out of his mind to take the Disciple Regulations test.

Who wouldn't know this disciple? It is something to learn at the beginning of school. But after he fell silent, he realized that he was not as good as he thought.

After leaving, would you love me, or would you be hurt? You must know that this Disciple Rules is not like other articles, it can connect the past and the future, confirming each other, if the first sentence is wrong, the latter paragraph will be wrong.

The more Xue Juncai became silent, the more annoyed he felt, and he always felt that he was wrong in being silent. If someone asks a question, he can naturally answer it fluently. Ke Mo, Mo is still a good word!

At first, he wrote like flying, but then it became slower and slower, and even reached the point where he couldn't write, obviously he was not sure if his memory was wrong.

On the contrary, Xue Tingxiang was not rushing from the beginning, and now he is still writing at a leisurely pace, but it can be seen that his writing is very coherent, with almost no pause.

At the first place, Qiao Xiucai glanced at He Xiucai with exclamation, and did not hide her surprise at all. He naturally had a panoramic view of the following situation, and he had to admire He Xiucai's ingenuity.

He Xiucai smiled slightly. In fact, he would ask this kind of question, but he just wanted people to make mistakes. I was very proud of my inspiration.

He stroked his beard and said with a faint smile, You two little friends, don't worry, there is a stick of incense time, enough to write it down.

Yizhuxiang wrote more than a thousand characters, which seemed a bit hasty, but it is not impossible to write something as simple as the disciple's rules silently, as long as you pay close attention to it.

But that was before, Xue Juncai couldn't help but feel even more anxious when he heard someone mention the time.

In the following time, he kept looking at the stick of incense, because he looked at it too frequently, which made his speed even slower.

Okay, time is up.

As the words fell, Xue Tingxiang made a big stroke and put down the brush in his hand.

Xue Juncai didn't move, until someone went in front of him, only to find that his whole body was as stiff as a stone, dripping with sweat, and the paper in front of him was only half filled.

Because the two were behind the gate, and Xue Qingshan and Yang Zhong were sitting at the end, they didn't notice anything strange about it. In their minds, a Regulations for Disciples couldn't be simpler, and Xue Juncai's strange appearance also attracted the attention of the two of them, but they still didn't expect that Xue Juncai could not finish writing it.

It wasn't until He Xiucai and Qiao Xiucai looked at each other's papers that they looked at each other, and He Xiucai announced that Xue Tingxiang won this match.

Xue Qingshan stood up from the chair in surprise: How is it possible?

At the same time, there was a lot of discussion below and outside the door, and it seemed that Xue Juncai couldn't believe that Xue Juncai had lost. Insiders look at the doorway, while laymen watch the excitement. The villagers who didn't know a single word didn't know what the test was about, they only knew that Master Xiucai said that Xue Juncai lost to the Xue family dog.