Outside, there were constant sounds coming.

It is the parents who take the exam.

"Have you heard that the deceased Master Wu's son nodded on the spot by the county master."

"Ah, no, isn't he a fool?"

"What do you know? Although they look stupid, they may not be a talented man who is very good at studying. I have heard that this person who is good at studying is probably not so smart in other places."

"I understand what you mean, are you saying that you are confused about reading?"

"I didn't say that, just like a blind man. Although he couldn't see, his ears were more sensitive than ordinary people. It can be seen that if this person is stronger, other places will be weaker. God is fair, and the same is true for Master Wu."

"I am worthy of being the descendant of Lord Wu, so I deserve the title."

...

Xinjin County in the Ming Dynasty was not big. Not to mention big things like scientific research, even if the Zhang family stepped on a mouse to death, the Li family's daughter-in-law and her mother-in-law would have a quarrel. Such trivial matters could spread throughout the streets and alleys in a moment. The late Wu family's stupid young master got the news that the first test case in Jinjin County in the current science and technology had wings and spread at an astonishing speed.

However, Wu Jie in the examination room didn't know this, but the discussion outside the yamen continued to come in, even if it was not loud, it was still a bit frustrating.

Wu Jie thought he could go home after handing in the paper, but he didn't expect that the magistrate would not let him go, saying that he wanted to add another question. Some of them were like the additional questions in later generations and were not included in the test scores.

I only regret that I am not good at using the book. If the magistrate asks for a tricky and weird topic, but he can't do it himself, isn't that exposed?

During this period, Wu Jie also consciously read some eight-legged essays, thinking that if he encounters this situation in front of him, he will not be fooled on the spot.

Now he can only pray in his heart, hoping that the questions raised by the magistrate happened to be what he had seen. Of course, this possibility is very small. Even if he encounters the questions he had seen, he does not memorize them in advance and can barely continue to do so. Whether it is words or allusions, it is very easy to make jokes.

Of course, on the surface, he still looked calm and said with a tough bullet: "The county magistrate has an order, but he dares not to comply."

"Okay." The magistrate ordered a person to bring another test paper, lift up a pen and write the question on it, and asked the yamen runners to hand it to Wu Jie.

It was the peak period for candidates to hand in their papers. The magistrate was busy marking the papers and did not stand behind Wu Jie and stared at him. This made Master Wu secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Wu Jie took the test, took a deep breath, and made a fuss. He said that it was a blessing or not a disaster, but a disaster. If he didn't care, he couldn't do it. Anyway, the magistrate had already promised me the first name in front of everyone in this county examination. No matter how bad this article was, the magistrate would not be able to brush my name off and slapped himself in the face.

But when he saw the questions of the paper, he suddenly felt dumbfounded.

Unlike the eight-legged essay that was expected at first, the magistrate’s title this time was to write a trial posting poem.

Poetry, as the subject of the imperial examination, began in the Tang Dynasty in real history, usually in five-character or seven-character language. By the Song Dynasty, this examination form was restored during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

The history of this time and space is completely different. Without the Tang Dynasty, Sui poetry naturally did not have the glorious achievements of Tang poetry. However, poetry has never been preserved as an examination question. It was not until David's prosperous Neo-Confucianism was replaced by the eight-legged essay and became an optional supplement.

The so-called posting of poems is said to be writing poems, but it is actually a variant of eight-legged essays. There are also problems such as breaking the topic, following the topic, starting the lecture, medium stocks, back stocks, and binding stocks, but only using poems.

The title is often taken from the poems of the predecessors, or an allusion and an idiom.

The title given by the magistrate today is taken from the poem "Poems of the Mysterious Buildings" by Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty. "The palace wood is thick and the swallows fly, and the rise and fall have become sad since ancient times. The future is better. The palace will be full of love and the palace will be full of red brilliance." The sentence "The palace wood is thick and the swallows fly" is "The palace wood is thick and the swallows fly".

Yang Guang was a very talented person, and his poems were well written, but compared with the Tang and Song dynasties, he was just a second-rate person. Now, in the era without the Tang and Song dynasties, this person was a cultural peak.

There are really no heroes at that time, but they make the prince famous.

After reading this poem, Wu Jie secretly called out luck, but he knew the format and rhythm of this poem and the test post poem, and it would not be embarrassing to hand in the blank paper in the classroom.

He read Yang Guang's poems when he was in college, and he still remembers them. When he was a rebellious young man, the teacher talked about five-character and seven-character ancient poems in class, and he always called Li Du. Wu Jie disdained him, but he insisted on studying Yang Guang and Yu Xuanji, a second-rate poet who many people have never heard of, to show his uniqueness.

Now it is just in use. While Wu Jie is proud of his character, he can't help but sigh that it's always good to learn more knowledge.

As for posting poems, he has read relevant materials some time ago since he decided to enter the imperial examination. However, posting poems is just a little bit of the point in the imperial examination. If he wants to pass the imperial examination, he is serious in his eight-legged essays and has not put in much time to study them.

I know it's because I know it, but it's quite difficult to make a poem on the spot.

I picked up the pen and wrote a line of words on the draft, and erased it dissatisfiedly. Poetry is really not my strength. What is a poet? It is not as good as a human being. But I am so turbid and powerful, but I don’t have this spirituality.

After thinking about it, Wu Jie was not in a hurry to think about the content, but honestly made a form of the flat and tone and eight-legged structure, preparing to wait for a crossword game.

The format of the test posting poems has strict regulations, and the requirements for the level and tone are very strict. As long as one is wrong, you will not get a single point in the entire question.

Therefore, the form of this thing is greater than the content, and it does not matter as to the quality of the poem.

Unlike the five-character and eight-rhythm used in the provincial examination and Jinshi examination, the boy tried five-character and six-rhythm.

Emperor Yang Guang of Sui Dynasty wrote about the scenery of the mysterious building. He lamented that in the times, it was not difficult to write poems according to the original meaning of the poem, but it was very painful to write.

After touching my chin, I plucked my dry intestine for a long time, I finally found ten words, which was considered a problem to be solved.

Then came the question. This sentence made Wu Jie's head bulge. He smeared on the draft for a long time before he could finish it.

Time passed by little by little, and the sun was setting in the west little by little, and it was probably three o'clock in the afternoon. The candidates in the examination room had almost gone, and those who had not handed in the paper poured out hot water from the kettle on the stove and had cold cakes for lunch.

Wu Jie's two drafts were already full of words, but he didn't feel hungry. He just felt confused and depressed in his mind.
Chapter completed!