The next morning, Yang Cong got up a little late, which made Yu Dayou wait for him for a while. When they joined forces to the county school, it was almost half a day.

As soon as he asked Yu Dayou to find a place to sit down, the whole school suddenly became quiet.

Of course, everyone was not quiet because they came, but because Mr. Yan came in.

Mr. Yan still took a bamboo ruler and glanced around for a while. However, when he saw Yang Cong yawning, he did not rush up to beat someone. After all, he just took advantage of others last night, so he turned against him today. That was too unauthentic.

He just pretended that he didn't see it, and with a cold face, he came to the podium and sat down cross-legged.

He did not introduce Yu Dayou, nor did he take a book, but slowly patted his palm with a bamboo ruler, and then said seriously: "If you don't study today, you will write articles and have a question. The rotten wood cannot be carved."

As soon as he said this, there was a lot of sadness and essays. It was a waste of life. It was so good to study. It was shaking his head and it took him a day. If he was essaying, he would probably have to scalypse his scalp on this day.

All the people in front frowned deeply and showed a look of pain; the students behind were even more devastated and almost cried; even Yu Dayou frowned slightly, but Yang Cong, who had dark circles, showed an excitement on his face, just like a water in his mind.

Of course, his mind was not in full swing. He was really excited. He just wanted to write an eight-legged essay for Mr. Yan to see if he had found a shortcut to the imperial examination. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan had a whim today and asked everyone to write an essay.

OK, I saved me a lot of time.

He knew that this "rotten wood cannot be carved" without reading the book. It comes from "The Analects of Confucius. Gongye's Long Chapter 5". This is just a small piece of one of the sentences, and there is another piece behind it, "The wall of dung cannot be buried." It is roughly because Confucius' disciple Zai Yu slept during the day and Confucius was extremely disappointed with him, so he criticized it like this.

Of course, such vulgar words are unlikely to be used as a question for the examination, and even the provincial examination is unlikely to be selected. However, the examination is not certain. Who knows what the magistrates and the admirals of various places think? It is possible to draw such a question with a thrust, so it is impossible to say that Mr. Yan is randomly asking questions.

Yang Cong had a rough idea, and soon picked up his pen and started writing.

At the beginning, everyone's speed was similar. Everyone understood the literal meaning and implicit meaning of the question "The rotten wood cannot be carved". It is not difficult to solve the question, follow the question, start the lecture, and enter the question. Moreover, this is just daily writing, not a formal imperial examination, so everyone naturally does not need to think hard.

However, about half an hour later, almost everyone stopped writing and thought hard. The first four paragraphs were easy to write. First, they would make a draft and then carefully revise it. The subsequent stocks, medium stocks, and back stocks are deadly. They must be as neat as writing couplets.

Everyone can write couplets, and most people may write a couplet in less than a quarter of an hour. However, couplets are two sentences. There are more than two sentences in the eight-legged essay. There are at least twenty sentences in total, and each sentence is related, and the same argument is explained.

This guy is so long that he is so alive.

When Mr. Yan saw that everyone stopped writing, he didn't urge him. After writing the first four paragraphs, he got stuck. This is a normal phenomenon. Most people have to think hard for at least some time before they can think of it. This is not too urgent.

What he unexpectedly expected was that Yang Cong had not stopped writing and was still writing.

Hey, what's the point of Yang Cong? Could it be that this guy has done this topic before?

He couldn't help but stand up, walked behind Yang Cong, and looked into it with a thin look.

Seeing this, he almost made him angry. What kind of bullshit is this guy writing, there is no confrontation, no rhyme, and even the silly person is useless, just writing randomly!

The veins of his fingers holding the bamboo ruler were almost bursting out. It would be strange if it were someone else, or Yang Cong, he wouldn't have been slaughtered to death.

But now Yang Cong

Forget it, I'm ruthless...

He resisted the urge to beat someone, turned his head away, dragged his heavy steps, slowly returned to the podium, and sat down cross-leggedly.

Yang Cong was writing so well at this moment. He didn't know that he was almost beaten. He just wrote it for nearly half an hour, and the draft was finally finished. Then, he directly changed it on the draft.

This guy, a good test paper was completely messed up by him. Not only were it filled with messy symbols, but many words were even painted off by him, leaving only a bunch of big black dots there, which looked terrible.

Mr. Yan wanted to run over to take a look at him now, and probably he would faint from anger. Fortunately, he had read it before and knew that Yang Cong was writing randomly, so he was too lazy to come over and get angry again. Therefore, he didn't see Yang Cong's ghost painting talisman at all.

Not long after, the poor scholars in front finally started writing, but they wrote very slowly and had to think about a short paragraph for a while. At this time, Yang Cong had already revised a set of parallel sentences, and the speed was many times faster than them.

It was only two hours in total from Chen to Wu. It was impossible for scholars to write a eight-legged essay, and it was impossible for Juren or even Jinshi to write it. However, Yang Cong wanted to write it out because he couldn't wait to show it to Mr. Yan.

Time is a bit tight, so he made a lot of changes. He didn't care about the relationship between the front and back in many places, just made a decision, just to read it up and down, just to make a sage.

He did this so naturally, and he changed it almost as quickly as he did two quarters of an hour before noon. At this time, the regular students next to him had just started writing.

He read the whole article carefully, modified it a little, then took out a new test paper and copied it carefully.

When it was noon, Mr. Yan slapped the bamboo ruler directly on the table and said aloud: "get out of class is over."

This is writing, so naturally everyone doesn’t have to clean up the books, and they don’t even have to clean up the test papers, because they have to continue writing in the afternoon. All the students almost stood up and walked out quickly. Mr. Yan slowly stood up and turned around and walked out.

Several students were about to call Yang Cong to have dinner together, but even Yu Dayou had already gotten up, but Yang Cong suddenly stood up with the test paper and said aloud: "Sir, please stay."

I'm so fainted, why is this guy so unafraid of death? I always look for Mr. Yan.

All the regular students were so scared that they shrank their heads and slipped away directly, while Mr. Yan raised his head inexplicably and looked at Yang Cong. His eyes clearly contained a trace of fierce light.

Boy, don’t think you can do whatever you want if you stuff money. If you are too dissatisfied, I will still beat you up!

Yang Cong didn't know that Mr. Yan was going to beat him up. He came to Mr. Yan with the test paper, handed it over excitedly, and then asked with hope: "Sir, how do you see the student's article written?"

Mr. Yan is helpless. You guy is writing nonsense. Do you think I don’t know?

He took the test paper with impatient face and glanced at it quickly, just as he scolded Yang Cong, but he couldn't move his eyes away as soon as he glanced up.

Hey, this format and this tone, there is no problem!

He looked down all the way, and the more he looked, the bigger his eyes became. There was no problem with the whole article, the format, tone, and content. Even the parallel and contrast sentences at the end had almost reached the level of an ordinary scholar!

This is impossible!

He looked up with surprise and asked, "Is this what you wrote?"

Yang Cong nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, sir, how do you feel?"

Mr. Yan was stunned for a moment, then said with a full face of doubt: "Is this what you just wrote?"

Yang Cong still nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, sir, is this article better than before?"

Not only making progress, it is simply a complete transformation!

Mr. Yan looked at his dark circles and suddenly remembered that this guy seemed to have borrowed a few good articles yesterday and read them.

Can you be reborn by reading the article overnight?
Chapter completed!