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Chapter 148: The Examinee Who Was Confused By The Test, The Great Genius Xie Jin Couldn’T Even Handl
Chapter 148: The examinee who was confused by the test, even the talented scholar Xie Jin couldn’t handle it!
In the examination rooms of each county.
Quiet.
silence
You can hear a pin drop.
There would have been the sound of turning test papers, as well as the subtle sound of sleeves rubbing against paper while writing.
However, this time the county examination was eerily quiet.
The candidates were like puppets, staring at the test paper with blank eyes and dull faces.
This question.
How to break it and how to solve it!!
They howled in their hearts.
The whole person seemed to be turning into the shape in the famous painting "The Scream".
This is excruciating.
Why does the county exam have such weird questions?
In the past, county examinations only tested Confucian classics.
The candidates were going crazy.
In the pavilion, the incense burns slowly in the incense burner with scarlet sparks, and a gray-white smoke curls up.
The magistrate took a look and it became more fragrant.
It's been half an hour.
He turned his head and looked at the proctor walking around below with questioning eyes.
The proctor nodded.
Someone has written.
It took half an hour for someone to start writing.
The magistrate breathed a sigh of relief.
The invigilators also breathed a sigh of relief.
If all the candidates turn in blank papers, I am afraid that they, the invigilators, will not be able to explain to their superiors.
Inside the shed in the corner.
Sun Hao thought hard.
Lao'zi and Confucius quarreled.
Help whom?
"Confucius is the most holy teacher."
937 “Founder of Confucianism.
"A model for literati in the world."
"If you want to help, of course I will help Confucius."
After thinking hard, Sun Hao rubbed his red face, sniffed, picked up his brush and started writing furiously.
He is young.
Not thinking deeply.
There is also not enough respect for Saint.
Therefore, after thinking hard for a while, he started writing.
Help Confucius.
Confucius is the founder of Confucianism.
The Holy Master....
Sun Hao wrote down his opinions and thoughts eloquently.
He is as young as Sun Hao.
If it weren't for writing to help Confucius.
Or just help Lao'zi.
The group of young candidates who wrote about Lao'zi believed that Lao'zi was Confucius' teacher.
Although Confucius is very great.
But Lao'zi was Confucius' teacher after all.
Teachers need to be respected.
Therefore.
They helped Confucius.
In a dilapidated shed on the east side, there are several holes in the roof. Sunlight can shine through the holes above and fall on the test paper, shining a dazzling white light.
Zhou Jin, who is nearly fifty years old and has white hair and beard, stared at the questions in the test paper and frowned.
He failed in the imperial examinations many times.
However.
He was unwilling to give in.
So he worked hard to study the Four Books and Five Classics, the Confucian classics.
Ask a famous teacher for advice.
However, it took decades to take the exam.
Still not getting ahead.
He was a candidate for both dynasties.
From the Yuan Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty.
It's sad to say.
Although he has been weathered and experienced a lot, however, these did not help him in the slightest.
Every county test.
Still failed.
"Why."
"Participated in the imperial examination for decades."
"From an ignorant boy to a white-haired old man."
"But he couldn't even pass the child test."
"Think about others, who are young champions and are proud of themselves, but I am struggling at the bottom, failing the child test many times."
"People to people."
"How can there be such a big difference?"
Zhou Jin sighed deeply, with a look of loneliness on his face.
If someone fails, someone will make the list.
He recalled that back then, he had seen young people feel so proud when they won the first prize, and the people crowded around to congratulate them. But now, he still sees those young people being so proud as before.
"This is my last exam."
"If you can't do it this time."
"Then give up."
Zhou Jin felt that he was not the material at all.
After taking the exam for decades, I couldn't even pass the children's exam.
I'm afraid he is the only one in the world like this.
Zhou Jin worked hard.
However, when he saw the questions on the test paper, he frowned and was greatly shocked.
"Both of these two are Saints, who can I help?"
"Besides, Saint is fighting."
"There must be a reason.
"I'm just a child."
"There is no fame in it."
"The knowledge in the belly is not enough."
"How dare you gang up?"
After decades of indoctrination in Confucian classics, Zhou Jin regarded Confucius and Lao'zi as saints and gods, with great awe.
He pondered for a while.
Only then did I write down my own point of view (bheb).
"In the Saint's quarrel, what can I, an ordinary person, participate in?"
"I am sincerely afraid...
"And I'm so ashamed."
"I have studied hard for decades, but my knowledge is not as good as that of a teenager..."
The cold wind was biting, and penetrated along the sleeves of Zhou Jin's thin shirt.
Zhou Jin shuddered and cursed in a low voice.
Damn the weather.
It's really cold.
He underestimated the coldness this spring and wore too few clothes. He could only use his body and thin clothes to resist the cold, shivering while continuing to answer questions.
Phew! Phew————!
The cold wind howled and kept blowing into the candidates' sheds, and the students had to use more physical bodies to resist the cold wind.
A thick layer of dark clouds began to spread in the sky. Gray clouds enveloped the sky, covering all the warm sunlight. The sky and earth became slightly darker, and the temperature also dropped suddenly.
The magistrate looked up at the sky.
Thought:
It's really bad weather.
Hope it doesn't rain.
His eyes moved to the neatly arranged old sheds below. These sheds were many years old and could not withstand the wind and rain. If it really rained, these candidates would be in trouble.
Wow!
The rain started pouring down, like rain pouring down from the sky.
Cold.
Moisture.
It was misty and rainy.
"It's bad."
"It's really raining."
The magistrate stood inside the pavilion to avoid the rain.
The invigilators held up their umbrellas one after another.
Continue to invigilate the exam.
White umbrellas were walking through the misty rain.
Dense raindrops continued to hit the shed, like dense bullets hitting it, with a terrible sound. Because of the arrival of rain, the temperature dropped sharply and became even colder.
Some unlucky candidates who were selected to live in dilapidated sheds had to deal with dripping water from the ceiling, protect their test papers, and answer questions.
Very difficult.
Xie Jin is lucky.
Although his shed is a little dirty, the roof is intact and does not leak, so he can answer the exam with peace of mind.
However, peace of mind is nowhere to be found.
Because this topic is actually………………
Xie Jin frowned, and the sound of raindrops hitting the shed was ignored by him.
The reason Saint is Saint.
Because of their high moral character, they are called Saints.
And will the two Saints, Confucius and Lao'zi, quarrel?
the answer is--
Won't.
Xie Jin believes that there will be no quarrels in the Saint realm.
The two sides may be discussing etiquette.
Rather than quarreling.
After all, Confucius learned etiquette from Lao'zi.
The two were just talking about "etiquette".
Xie Jin's frown relaxed a lot, and he started to pick up the brush and start writing.
When faced with this question, some of the candidates helped Lao'zi and some helped Confucius.
There are two people who don't want to help each other and dare not help.
Some praised the status and extraordinary status of Confucius and Lao'zi.
Everyone wrote out their thoughts without confidence.