At this moment, Zhang Mu had already copied the first question and was preparing to write the second question.

Wang Jiayu, carrying his hands on his back, pretended to inspect. He walked to Zhang Mu's desk and lowered his head and saw Zhang Mu write: "The sage made a convoy of the position of "The Book of Songs" to teach, which is nothing more than just making the mind right."

This sentence is to solve the topic. Generally, two sentences should be used to point out the meaning and key points of the topic, and there is no specific name. "Daizi" should be used, such as Confucius's generation of saints, Confucius's generation of high-quality brothers, Mencius generation of great sages, etc.

When Wang Zhiyu saw this, he was surprised. The so-called good start is half the success. It is very difficult to solve the questions in the classical examination.

After all, the Four Books and Five Classics are full of tens of thousands of words. It is already very difficult to know where they come from by looking at the simple words "Three Hundred Poems". Only by memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics in your heart can you achieve it. However, Zhang Mu's age seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, which is even more difficult.

However, Teacher Wang thought to himself: "Maybe he was right? I will take a look."

At this moment, Zhang Mu had already begun to write: "The Book of Songs is why people are moved and enter the right way. Although the words of "right" are consistent, there is no such thing as "The Book of Songs" that comes from this. Moreover, the broad but few key points, and hard work but little effort, this is the constant illness of those who read books......"

When Teacher Wang saw this, he was stunned.

The so-called inheritance of the question means to follow up and solve the question, explaining and supplementing the meaning of solving the question, making the question clearer.

Zhang Mu's elegance in solving the topic is not something that can be written by a child, especially the eight words "broad but few are important, hard work but few are meritorious" are from "Records of the Grand Historian: Preface to the Grand Historian", which quotes classics and points out the summary. From then on, we can see how terrible Zhang Mu's foundation is, which is beyond the ordinary people's comparison.

Teaching Wang was still a little unwilling to accept it. After all, he had taught here for more than ten years and had seen any kind of genius, but he had never seen anyone like Zhang Mu, and he didn't believe his eyes for a while.

At this moment, we reached the more difficult part of the eight-legged essay - the first part is also the most distinctive part of the eight-legged essay. In this link, we must imitate the words of the sage and cannot explain the meaning of the question in our own tone. This is "making words on behalf of the sage!"

Zhang Mu wrote: "I repeated it in three hundred chapters and found the essence of one word. The so-called "thinking without evil" in "Song of Lu" is the truth of the destiny of heaven and the foundation of human heart, which is fully possessed without gain or loss, is the reason why the temperament is correct; and the body and life, the difference between the energy and the granary is more than that of the long-term cultivation of the Confucian Confucianism, which is why the "Poetry" is taught..."

Seeing this, Wang Jiayu smiled bitterly. At such a young age, he was even more sophisticated than the old scholars. It was not terrible or powerful. He was completely impressed.

So he couldn't wait for the next real eight-legged essay, which was the most difficult part of the scriptures.

If you want to make progress in this part, the difficulty lies in using parallel sentences as the main point. If you don’t have a deep foundation, it will be difficult to complete.

Zhang Mu stopped thinking about it, and Wang Jiayu hurriedly leaned over to grind the ink. Zhang Mu was startled when he looked up, so he showed a shy smile.

"Write well, don't be nervous." Teacher Wang completely forgot his responsibilities and said with a faint smile.

So Zhang Mu raised his pen and wrote: "The goodness of the poem is not the goodness of the poem, but to persuade him to return to the innocent; the evilness of the poem is not the evil of the poem is not the evil of the poem, but to punish him and return to the innocent. If my heaven touches the other heaven, then he will be moved in advance, not only the legacy of the prosperous times can be promoted, but the wise men who govern the troubled times feel differently, but they will return to the same; if his heaven is in harmony with my only heaven, then the world is separated and the heart is clear, and not only the singing of the temple can be calm..."

When Wang Zhiyu saw this, he looked admiring and asked about his talents. He was afraid that he would not be able to write such a difficult question to this extent.

The whole article of the saint's words is made by many people, simple, ancient and simple, and has the highest style. Although there are some minor problems, they are profound, ancient and vigorous, and they are not many.

With this provincial examination, even if you don’t understand Yuan, you will definitely win.

Then Wang Zhiyu opened an article that Zhang Mu had already completed, and just read it once, sighing in his heart: "This article is better. If this article can be performed in the provincial examination, Jie Yuan is afraid that he will be the one who can win the imperial examination. Even if he is writing two articles in a row, it will only take one day for the county examination, so it is difficult for him."

Then, Teacher Wang returned to his seat in a daze and shook his head.

"Sir Wang, why are you feeling unwell?" County Magistrate Zhang smiled faintly.

"Mr. Zhang, I teach hundreds of students, and each of them is a student. I am afraid that none of them can be compared with Zhang Mu. This son will become a great man in time. If nothing unexpected happens, our Jinhua Mansion will be released this year." Teacher Wang said excitedly.

County Magistrate Zhang said proudly: "I didn't believe it at first, but I just read one of his articles. It was really shocking. I am really ashamed of being a thirteen-year-old child who has such a foundation."

"Mr. Zhang, I will send you a hundred documents later. I am willing to accept the loss of the bet." Wang Zhiyu smiled awkwardly.

"Just just joke, you still take it seriously. I'm just afraid that you won't believe it was written by him when you review the paper later. This time I saw it with my own eyes. He is the leader of the first place." County Magistrate Zhang smiled.

"My wise man, the subordinate official is guilty of being investigated. Please punish him." Teacher Wang hurriedly stood up and bowed his waist and said.

"Where does this start? Just a joke, just sit down." Magistrate Zhang smiled faintly. He won the competition again. His authority was not allowed to challenge it.

Just when they were discussing Zhang Mu continuously in the examination hall, Zhang Mu probably didn't know that he had already won the favor of all the masters of the county government.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon. The setting sun in winter covered the examination room, but the cold spring was chilly, and Zhang Mu couldn't help but rub his hands that were frozen red.

At this moment, Zhang Mu had already copied the article on the test paper, picked it up and blew it, and waited for the ink to dry.

Zhang Mu has gradually understood the eight-legged essay. Of course, this is due to the broad knowledge accumulated in his ten years of hard work in his previous life and the excellent writing skills he has mastered after participating in government work.

With these two points, coupled with the tough basic skills, the eight-legged essay is just an argumentative essay with strict format requirements.

In order to make the eight-legged essay, the ancients had reached the point of being possessed by the evil spirit. Just like in "Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Baoyu's poems were pretty good, but in his father's eyes, only the economics of the official career is the right way, and the other is just entertainment.

Little do they know that without a broad knowledge and a deep understanding of life, no matter how much they pile up words, what they write will have no soul.

Zhang Mu came from the modern era and lived in an era of information explosion, which the ancients could never compare. Many words were used as idioms in today's society, such as "no good", "very good" and so on, and they could be picked up at will, but the ancients thought it was very difficult.

Although papermaking and printing were invented by the ancestors of China, the Han Dynasty always implemented a policy of fooling the people, and 90% of the people were illiterate. Although later kings did not do anything to burn books and bury scholars, books were still very scarce and strictly controlled. Ordinary officials just wanted to read, but they were afraid that there were no books to read.

Secondly, after graduating from university, Zhang Mu struggled from the grassroots level to the mayor position, and his experiences around him were not comparable to those who turned a blind eye to the outside world and were devoted to reading only sages and wise men.

After two years of accumulation and preparation, coupled with Wang Hongtai's guidance, Zhang Mu's examination in the county has been almost certain.

After careful inspection, Zhang Mu looked at the setting sun in the sky, packed up his things and waited for the discharge.

The county examination is different from the autumn examination. The exam on the same day is over, and it is less than a quarter of an hour before the end of the exam.

As soon as the time came, the yamen servants who had been standing for a day hurriedly urged to collect the papers and seal the test papers. Zhang Mu packed up his things and followed the candidates to line up from the dragon gate.

"How is it written?" Wang Hongtai, who was waiting outside the door, couldn't wait to ask when he saw Zhang Mu.

"The problem should not be big. I have thought about these two articles in advance and I am lucky." Zhang Mu smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay, let's go." Wang Hongtai hurriedly asked Zhang Mu to get on the carriage and headed towards the Zhang family's mansion.

The carriage stopped at the door, Zhang Mu had already changed into a small hat in blue, turned around and smiled at Wang Hongtai, "Sir, I really want to thank you this time."

"Why are you talking about this? Go back quickly. I'll wait for you outside. If the pine pattern is exposed, you must run out as soon as possible. Don't show off your power." Wang Hongtai instructed.

"Don't worry, I know." After that, Zhang Mu got off the carriage and headed towards the corner gate.

The corner gate of Zhang Mansion was usually hidden during the day, so that the servants could enter and exit. Zhang Mu gently pushed open the corner gate and saw that there was no one, he ran all the way to his yard.

Zhang Mu saw Li Fu and two servants standing at the door of the yard from afar, one by one listless and yawning.

They were still guarding the door, which meant that Songwen's incident had not been discovered. Zhang Mu was completely relieved.

"Uncle Li, the kitchen is calling you to have dinner. Go quickly." Zhang Mu looked at Li Fu from afar and shouted. While Li Fu was heading towards the kitchen, Zhang Mu rushed into the yard.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Zhang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you come back?" Song Wen turned it up all the time, and seeing Zhang Mu again was happier than seeing his own father.

After a day of fear, I was afraid that Aunt Zhou would find that whenever there was footsteps outside the door, she would be so scared that she would sweat coldly.

"Boy, you made a contribution this time. I will not pursue the disrespect for me before. Change your clothes and go to have a meal." Zhang Mu smiled.

Song Wen wanted to get out cleanly, so she changed her clothes in two seconds and headed towards the kitchen.

Looking at the pine-shaped back, Zhang Mu leaned over the door a little tiredly.

The distant sunset is like red and golden light, and the afterglow falls in the yard. A small fish floats out of the water, causing golden ripples.
Chapter completed!