After entering, Dr. Su looked around his home and felt extremely embarrassed. He spoke in a strong version of the official language of Bamin, "Shame, since I passed the Jinshi, I have been an official in the Imperial College. I was an assistant teacher at the four schools and now I am a Ph.D. in the Imperial College. But now, let alone the Chinese family, I am not even able to meet the level of three and four houses of ordinary people. I don't have much left to teach students anymore. I often have to visit the Quanmen and beg for beggars on weekdays, or go to the pond in the city to make some fish and shrimp to subsidize the family income. I have many diseases in my low-key and many children... Alas..." In the end, Dr. Su's various ups and downs could only turn into a few bitter sighs.

It turned out that Dr. Su was also a Jinshi with standard standards at the time, and it can be said that it was a "first-lasting" feat of his hometown in Bamin (the land of Bamin had never been a Jinshi before him), but it was precisely because of this that the circle of powerful circles in various counties in the capital had no place for him. At that time, the nobles' understanding of Bamin was probably limited to the tribute "waxed tea". He was soon marginalized and could not start a family in the imperial court, nor could he become a foreign official in the local area. He could only be stuffed into the Imperial College where his grandmother did not love his uncle and did not love him to be an assistant teacher. Finally, he married a daughter of a school official in the same system as his wife. His talent was soon beaten to the point of falling flowers and flowing water by wind, frost, rain and snow.

At this time, Gao Yue, who was sitting cross-legged with him, saw a pile of hay beside the doctor's feet and several "ponies" woven with hay, and couldn't help but feel a little sore: the doctor went to fish and grow vegetables during the day, and also had to weave these gadgets for sale at night to make some money for household income. This Tang Empire is really a war, and can't the gentleness be ruined?

"Yi Song has any Gui, but it's okay. Do you want me to make a reissue for you next year? No problem, this little thing can be done." Dr. Su Yan was also a little ashamed and pushed the straw horse out with his hands. His children immediately cheered and came to play with it.

"The young student does not want to make up for the time being, but comes to borrow some advice from the boss to prepare for the Spring Examination." Gao Yue directly explained the purpose of the visit.

Dr. Su was immediately surprised. He stared at Gao Yue, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Unexpectedly, Gao Yue, who had no intention of studying and only knew how to travel to Pingkangli, suddenly made such a request as if he had become a different person.

Then, Gao Yue bowed to the ground according to the etiquette requirements and said, "please agree with the master."

Su Yan hurriedly helped Gao Yue up, "Please get up, please get up, please get up."

Then the doctor's wife reminded her in a subtle voice behind the curtain, "Husband, what's the use of the things you wrote before? Why don't you give them to Gao Langjun, and maybe you can help Gao Langjun pass the high school and make a fortune."

"Yes, yes, yes." Dr. Su stood up and took out a few volumes of his own articles from the bookcase. "Yi Song, I have written some things over the years, mostly about the gains and losses of political affairs. If you don't dislike it, just accept it. Anyway, no one cares. If you are willing to read it, we are half a confidant."

Gao Yue respectfully took Dr. Su's manuscript and put it into his book bag, and then bowed back again, "Xie Yecheng!"

"Hey, if you can pass the imperial examination with Duke Wei, Liu Deshi and others in turn, the reputation of the Imperial College will quickly rise. It's all because we are not good at doing our best and can't help you more!" Su Yan helped Gao Yue up, feeling guilty.

Gao Yue, who said goodbye to the doctoral degree and returned to the B-shaped room of Taixueguan, borrowed a piece of ink from Bohai Yang Xi next door. In his room, he unfolded the books given by Duke Wei and Su Yan in turn, and copied and recited them carefully.

First, I have to practice ancient characters. After all, I am used to writing simplified characters. Now that I was in the Tang Dynasty, I cannot be satisfied with the previous "knowing how to read or not writing". Gao Yue posted the books all over the four walls, memorizing them while memorizing them. When I encountered the words that were not on the Nine Classics and Dr. Su's manuscripts, he asked Yang Xi next door for advice - Yang Xi copied so many Buddhist scriptures, which were already like this dictionary;

The second is to practice calligraphy. Gao Yue had practiced calligraphy at Xijing University before, but he was only at amateur level. However, after seeing the beautiful fonts of Wei Duke and Su Yan, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. He understood in his heart that "calligraphy is the storefront" in ancient times, so he continued to copy, "There are still five days left to make his calligraphy available."

Three days, for three days, Gao Yue was doing this in the room, and in addition to going downstairs to have a meal in the morning and evening, even Liu Deshi was surprised by what he did.

On the walls, there were Gao Yue's handwriting. He first wrote the key paragraphs in the scriptures into simplified Chinese characters, and then copied them in ancient Chinese characters. Without ink, he borrowed them from Yang Xi. Anyway, Yang Xi did not lack this thing, so he threw the money away when he borrowed it. Three days later, Yang Xi's desk was filled with copper coins, while Gao Yue's desk was covered with ink.

The sunlight flowed in the room, and Gao Yue was constantly writing on his back. His beard came out unknowingly and his hair grew longer. Finally, in the cold wind at the turn of winter and spring, he fell on the mat in sweat, panting and looking at the beams of the roof, surrounded by messy paper, and his thoughts fluctuated.

The sound of evening drums outside sounded, urging the sun to set westward.

There is only one day left before the formal exam!

The harvest of hard work in these three days is that he only memorized the little bits of the Nine Sutras. After all, it was only three days. The ancients believed that reciting 300 words a day was the master of the middle-aged man. Among the nine sutras, there were more than 190,000 words in the "Zuoshi Zhuan" and "The Book of Changes" were more than 24,000 words, which was combined with hundreds of thousands of words. In other words, it took four to five years for the middle-aged man to recite the Nine Sutras. Gao Yue had to recite it within just three days, but he was completely delusional.

It was a complete 20 years of education in the Heavenly Dynasty (a year when you can read in kindergarten, six years for elementary school, six years for middle school, four years for college, and three years for monks). Although he did not learn the Nine Sutras, his ability to recite and comprehension was not bad, and he had long surpassed the ancient "materials of middle-aged people". Therefore, he could recite about 1,000 to 1,500 words every day. In addition to what he had learned before, he mastered about 10,000 or 20,000 words of scriptures, but it was just the tip of the iceberg.

What makes people happy is that Duke Wei left him a book called "The Great Sutra Kua Tie", which is amazing. He connected all the key sentences of the two Great Sutras and recited them very conveniently, so he almost didn't have to translate the original text.

Now Gao Yue finally understood why it was difficult to pass the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty: the part of the verbal writing of scriptures alone was difficult to kill a large number of people. Not to mention reciting the scriptures of hundreds of thousands of words, they were copied (there was no printing machine at that time) or purchased the cost was extremely expensive. How could ordinary people bear it?

Another gain is Dr. Su's manuscript, which contains stamps, arguments, miscellaneous notes, notes, songs and essays. Part of it is the book written by Dr. Su when he came to Beijing to pay tribute in the past, and part of it is the works he accumulated after he took office as the Imperial College. Gao Yue carefully read it and roughly understood the general format of various styles, except for poetry and essays. This thing is much more difficult for modern people than simple classical language.

Then Gao Yue did not take a shower or change his clothes, and fell on the bed and slept firmly.
Chapter completed!