Fang Yun sighed softly. "As I said just now, I've been completely woken up. But misfortune is a blessing in disguise. Last night I met a strange person and he taught me a lot of things. The things that I couldn't remember before were all remembered and the things that I didn't understand before I suddenly understood. It was like I was enlightened. "
Yang Yuhuan half believed and half doubtfully looked at Fang Yun and asked in a low voice: "Who was that person?"
"He didn't say his name and said that I was half his last disciple. If I don't become a grand scholar then I don't deserve to know his name." Fang Yun knew that he was different so he made up this story to reduce other people's suspicions.
Yang Yuhuan's pair of beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment and asked: "Grand scholar? You can only know him if you become a grand scholar? Then who is he? Grand scholar? Great scholar? Could it be Half-saint? "
"Then I don't know." Fang Yun shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Since you have a famous teacher to guide you then you can definitely become a grand scholar! When I go back I'll get two taels of meat and let you eat your fill tonight! "Yang Yuhuan happily smiled. Her smile was even more beautiful than the spring sun.
"Then buy more. Buy a pound and we might as well stew a chicken." Fang Yun knew that if he didn't become a grand scholar he would die without a doubt. Buying more would be his last luxury. Even if he did become a grand scholar he wouldn't lack the money.
Yang Yuhuan nodded without hesitation and said: "Then I'll listen to you! You are the head of the family. "
Fang Yun didn't think that not only was Yang Yuhuan beautiful, she was also so sensible and protected his dignity. In her eyes, eating so much in one day was already considered a wastrel but she still didn't hesitate. She was afraid that Fang Yun's self-esteem would be hurt.
Fang Yun secretly sighed in his heart: "Maybe she will say in her heart that as long as she works a bit harder and suffers a bit more, she will be able to earn back the money. This kind of woman, how can I let her down. If I can become a grand scholar I definitely won't let her suffer a bit more and suffer a bit more! "
Yang Yuhuan took out a sweet cookie that she had made this morning from her book box and said, "I made two more. You didn't eat this morning, so eat it now."
Fang Yun took the sugar cookie and ate it slowly.
The meal on the day of the exam was always better than usual. In the afternoon, he had to stay in the Arts Institute and eat while answering questions. He had to prepare his own food and water. The County-Level Examinations were easy to write, but the Elementary Scholar Examinations took three consecutive days. Eating, drinking, and sleeping in a cramped examination room, one's body would not be able to withstand even the slightest injury.
The old yellow ox wobbled all the way to the east of the city. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the Academy of Literature.
The Wen Courtyard had red walls, green tiles, and green trees. Under the morning light, it was full of vitality.
Outside the Wen Courtyard, there was a large crowd of people. There were children in their teens, as well as white-haired old people. They were lined up in ten rows to enter the Wen Courtyard. At a glance, there were no less than two thousand people, and there were even more parents and relatives who were not in line.
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the population of Ji County was less than ninety thousand, but the number of people taking the County-Level Examinations could reach two thousand.
Fang Yun knew that the literacy rate in ancient times was very low. In ancient China, the literacy rate for men was around ten percent. During the Minguo period, it was only fifteen percent. More than half of them were craftsmen and artisans, and the percentage of scholars was less than five percent. However, this percentage was already the highest in ancient times. In ancient times, most of the nobles were illiterate, and most of the countries had a literacy rate of less than one percent.
From Fang Yun's point of view, Ji County's County-Level Examinations should have at least three to four hundred people. He didn't expect that there would be two thousand people. This number was too frightening.
Ji County was a lower county, and only fifty County-Level Scholars were accepted in a year!
Fang Yun was surprised. He didn't think that he had underestimated the intensity of the County-Level Examinations.
Fang Yun quickly remembered that the population density in Saint Origin World was much higher than in ancient China.
Counties were divided according to the degree of wealth. Ji County was a lower county, and its land resources were relatively poor. However, because of the existence of talent, as long as the commoners didn't slack off, they wouldn't starve to death. Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan were the best examples. Even though they only had two children, they were still able to feed themselves and even support one of them to study.
Notre-Dame, the county magistrate and some other officials had a very important duty: to help farmers.
When the rain lessened, the local officials would organize a "Rain Prayer Gathering". They would gather the local literati to write poems and essays to pray for rain. If the poems and essays were good enough, their talent would be able to attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Then, it would rain.
If the local scholars failed to pray for rain, or if the weather was too dry, then the officials would prepare "Literature Treasures" and "Holy Pages". They would use up their talent to write famous poems of ancient people praying for rain.
When the rain increased, they would organize a "Flood Suppression Gathering". When there was a plague of locusts, they would organize a "Locust-Expelling Gathering". They would need to write songs to expel locusts.
Such gatherings were too numerous to mention.
It was because of the talent that the grain output here was far better than that of the ancient times on Earth. They could feed more people. Coupled with the attraction of literature, many people had to tighten their belts to support their children's education. That was why there were so many people in a county's County Exam.
"Here, talent is the most productive force."
Fang Yun thought in his heart. Yang Yuhuan helped him out of the car.
The candidates nearby looked at him. Not many knew Fang Yun, but everyone knew the name of Jiangzhou's Xi Shi. Even if they had not seen her, they could guess at this moment because Yang Yuhuan was too beautiful.
Many people were ready to make a move. Unfortunately, the county exam was about to start, so they could not cause more trouble. They had to suppress the idea of a talented man meeting a beautiful woman.
Yang Yuhuan was used to being looked at since she was young. A faint shyness flashed in her eyes. Then, she supported Fang Yun without any care and carried his schoolbox for him.
Everyone was more envious. This woman was so virtuous that they could not wait to become Fang Yun.
"Fang Yun!"
"Sister Yuhuan!"
Four people left the group and walked over quickly. Each of them carried a bamboo schoolbox. Except for one who was obviously younger than Fang Yun, the other three were several years older than Fang Yun.
Fang Yun only took a glance and remembered that they were classmates in the private school. They had studied together for more than three years. Among the four, except for Liang Yuan's family who owned a rice shop and was relatively wealthy, the others were from ordinary families like Fang Yun.
Their parents were still alive and their family conditions were better than Fang Yun's. However, they had never looked down on Fang Yun. The relationship between them was very sincere. However, the twelve-year-old Ge Xiaomao once said with a red face that the reason he befriended Fang Yun was so that he could see Sister Yuhuan more.
"Fang Yun, what happened to you?" Liang Yuan was the tallest among the five. He rushed over and frowned at Fang Yun.
Although Fang Yun had changed into clean clothes, his head was wrapped in bandages and there were obvious bruises and wounds on his face.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It was raining last night. I slipped and fell. These are all minor injuries. They won't affect the exam."
Ge Xiaomao said worriedly, "You're injured like this and you're still saying it won't affect you? Can you really do it? "
Fang Yun said half-jokingly, "Meng Ziyun: When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a great man, it will first torment his will, tire his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and empty his body. I met with danger before the exam and was taught by a teacher. It can be seen that Heaven will place a great responsibility on me. "
"Teacher? Mr. Sun specially taught you? "Liang Yuan asked curiously.
"Not Mr. Sun. It's another teacher that you don't know. Let's not talk about this. Let's queue up and enter the Arts Institute. Sister Yuhuan, let me carry the schoolbox. "
The tall and strong Liang Yuan snatched the schoolbox and said, "I'll help you carry it. Let's go."
Another classmate, Lu Zhan, supported Fang Yun. After bidding farewell to Yang Yuhuan, they lined up to enter the Arts Institute.
Fang Yun looked around. That Fang Yun also took the exam last year, but it was his first time here.
Ge Xiaomao complained softly, "I'm only twelve. It's a waste of money to come here. It's okay to write a crooked poem, but 'Holy Word' is too difficult. Other than the Thirteen Classics, there are also some works of the saints. It's been a thousand years since Confucius became a saint. There have been dozens of saints. 'Holy Word' is a test of the works of many saints. I went to private school for five years, but only memorized the 'Analects of Confucius', 'Meng Ziyun', 'Book of Changes', 'Rites of Zhou' and 'Spring and Autumn'.
Fang Yun knew that the so-called 'Holy Word' was similar to questions and answers, fill in the blanks and write from memory. The examinees were asked to write the front or back of the text. Some even had to write an entire chapter from memory.
This reminded Fang Yun of the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Examinations.
China's Tang Dynasty's Imperial Examinations had a 'Scripture'. The Scripture was an important subject for the examinees. It was to copy a few sentences from a scripture and then cover up a few words for the examinees to fill in. It was easier than 'Holy Word'.
The main reason why Tang poetry was so popular was that the Imperial Examinations in the Tang Dynasty also tested poetry.
In the Saint Origin Continent, the Notre-Dame found that poetry and talent were the most compatible, especially the battle poems that could be passed down from generation to generation. It affected the rise and fall of the human race. Therefore, poetry was a must in the Imperial Examinations.
Liang Yuan smiled and said, "You're still young. We didn't ask you to come here for the Imperial Examinations, but to broaden your horizons. You just have to do your best. The 'Holy Word' of the Imperial Examinations has 30 questions. The 'Holy Word' of the Imperial Examinations has 100 questions. It's called the 'Holy Word' of the Imperial Examinations. How can you answer all of them correctly? "
Lu Zhan said, "Xiaomao, don't be discouraged. Other than the Four Great Scholars, no one can answer all of the 'Holy Word' of the Imperial Examinations correctly. We can't either, let alone you. It's a good thing that the Imperial Examinations have a smaller scope. The 'Holy Word' of the Imperial Examinations is tricky. In the hundreds of years of the Imperial Examinations, no one has been able to answer all of them correctly. Not even the sages who were eventually bestowed the title of Saint. "
Ge Xiaomao let out a sigh of relief and said, "Liang Yuan, this time the Imperial Examinations will depend on you. Mister Sun's disciples have not been able to pass the Imperial Examinations in all these years. We can't be compared to that Fang Zhongyong who has a photographic memory, but we can't lose to others! I hope that our ancestors and saints will bless us. "
"You!" Liang Yuan laughed and shook his head.
When Fang Yun heard the name Fang Zhongyong, he was slightly stunned.
At this time, someone nearby suddenly shouted, "Fang Zhongyong is here."
Everyone immediately looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a thirteen or fourteen year old youth coming down from a carriage. The youth's face was serious, without a trace of childishness. His eyes did not have the spirit that a child prodigy should have. He looked more mature than his peers.
After that, a middle aged man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe proudly came down from the carriage. Many parents immediately went forward to compliment that middle aged man.
There were three to four thousand people in front of the Academy of Arts. When Fang Zhongyong and his son arrived, most of them stopped talking and looked at the father and son.
Fang Yun did not think that even though they both had the same surname, the father and son were so dazzling.
Fang Yun recognized Fang Zhongyong and his father, Fang Li. They were his distant relatives. In terms of seniority, Fang Yun was the prodigy's uncle. However, the two families were too distant and did not interact with each other.
Ge Xiaomao said enviously, "Fang Zhongyong's reputation as a child prodigy in Ji County is even greater than Sister Yuhuan's reputation. Not only does he have a photographic memory, his poetry recital is also better than ours. His father said that he could pass the Imperial Examinations when he was ten years old. The reason why he participated in the Imperial Examinations for the first time this year was because he had accumulated enough knowledge to become the 'Head of the Table'. "
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