When the museum was about to close, a middle-aged scribe came from outside the Zhaoxian Pavilion.

Recruitment?

The scribe looked up at the name on the plaque, sneered, and strode into the chamber.

Xu Jing took the initiative to greet him, and when he was not there, he was responsible for all the affairs in the museum on weekdays.

"Brother Tai is here at the right time?" Xu Jing greeted politely, and he saw that the people were plump and bright, from the dress to the spiritual temperament, they were all good. If you are a real talent, you can't slack off.

The middle-aged scribe ignored him, but glanced at the students and scholars in the hall, and asked, "Are you all the talented people recruited here?" ”

He deliberately accentuated the words 'talented man', as if he was disdainful.

Hearing his tone, a long-robed gentleman got up from his position and replied unhappily: "How is it! ”

The middle-aged scribe was not annoyed, and ridiculed: "Since he is a talented person, he must be a rich man." It just so happens that there is a difficult problem below, so please do not hesitate to answer it. ”

"Your Excellency, please."

When the students and scholars in the hall saw that someone came to kick the hall to look for thorns, they all looked over.

They are the characters selected by the joke, and when someone comes here to make trouble, they can't retreat, let alone run away, which will make this Zhaoxian Hall a laughing stock.

I will definitely answer with a good life, and let this guy know the difficulty and retreat.

The scholars in the hall thought so.

The middle-aged scribe was not in a hurry, and spoke slowly: "Some time ago, I bought a wooden scoop from the market and wanted to use it to scoop up the turbid river water. So, I would like to ask you, when will we be able to scoop up the turbid river? ”

"This ......"

Everyone in the hall hesitated at the moment, their faces were embarrassed, and they racked their brains to think about this extremely tricky question.

Some say ten years, some say twenty years.

It is also said that the river is flowing and it is impossible to scoop it up in a lifetime.

Seeing that no one gave a definite answer, the smile on the middle-aged scribe's face became even stronger, and he sneered: "It's better to pass here." ”

In his early years, he studied under Taiwei Chen Qiu, and he was also quite famous in the local area. Later, he was recommended by the county order to become filial piety, and the court also worshipped him as Langzhong.

When everyone thought that he could rise to the top, the heavens were not beautiful, and a serious illness descended on him, so that he had to resign and go home.

This time, he came to Chang'an alone, just to rely on the incense of his mentor Chen Qiu to take refuge in Ma Richan, the prince of the dynasty, and let him find an official position for himself.

On the way here, he heard a lot about the recruitment hall. However, he was not interested in this matter and felt that it was difficult to achieve great things.

On the way to Ma Richan's mansion, he passed through this place, and he also stopped by to take a look, wanting to see what these recruited Hanmen scholars were capable of.

Ordinary Confucianism may not be able to stump these students, so he came to the wrong side.

Seeing that no one answered, the middle-aged scribe became more and more proud, looking at the thinking crowd, his eyes were full of contempt, in the end, he was born in the poor and lowly mud tiles, and he couldn't get on the stage.

"May I ask your Excellency, how much is the wooden scoop contained? If it is as big as a turbid river, that scoop is enough; If there is half of the turbid river, two scoops are needed. Therefore, please let me know in advance, what is the capacity of the wooden scoop? ”

A clear voice rang out.

When everyone heard this answer, they were all shocked, and it was seamless.

They followed the sound and looked to see who the 'master' who could answer the question would be.

At the doorway, the thin figure leaned against the threshold, and the handsome face was full of disdain.

The young man is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has a rare white fox face, and he wears a green shirt, which is a little more free and easy.

It's none other than Guo Jia.

When Xi Ce left, his waist fell in the hall, and he specially came to retrieve it for Xi Ce.

As a result, he happened to hear the aggressiveness of the scribe, so he retorted and went back.

These days, except for sleeping, Xice is almost always here. Not only does he want to recruit available talents for Lu Bu, but he also wants to recruit as many poor scholars as possible.

If no one can answer Fang Cai's question, once it spreads, the Zhaoxian Pavilion will inevitably become the laughing stock of the entire Chang'an City.

In order not to let the hard work of Xi Ce be ruined, Guo Jia, a prodigal son who was dissolute by nature, finally stood up.

The scribe turned around at the sound of the voice, and saw that the person who answered his question was actually a handsome young man, and thought that he had just bumped into him by chance, so he asked again, "May I ask my little friend, what is the heaven?" ”

What's the problem?

Everyone in the museum was confused, and for the first time, they felt that the books they had read for so many years had been in vain for decades.

Guo Jia replied unhurriedly: "Yes." ”

"Where?" The scribe asked.

"In the West. Poetry: 'It is a matter of looking to the west. By pushing it, the head is in the West. ”

"Heaven has ears?"

"The sky is high and the sound is humble, and the poem says: 'The crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky.'" If they have no ears, how can they hear? ”

"Is there enough for the sky?"

"Yes. Shiyun: 'The sky is difficult, and the son is not the same. If it is not sufficient, how can it be stepped? ”

The two of them asked questions and answered quickly, without the slightest pause in the middle, and the crowd watching the battle couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, and their heads were between the two, swinging from side to side.

"Does the sky have a surname?"

"Yes."

"What's your last name?"

"The surname is Liu."

"How do you know?"

"The surname of the Son of Heaven is Liu, so I know it from this."

"Born in Donghu?"

"Though he was born in the east, he was not born in the west."

After these words fell, the museum fell into a brief silence.

Then, there was a loud cheer: "Good! ”

In the past, everyone thought that Guo Jia was just following the drama to do chores, but after today's debate, they have a new understanding of this young man's talent.

The middle-aged scribe who pretended to fail was surprised in his eyes, and then arched his hand and said that he would admit defeat: "Xiaoyou is highly talented, and he has been taught in the next." ”

Guo Jia didn't intend to let go of this person so easily, he had always been a person who was jealous and hateful, and had clear grievances.

"Since Your Excellency likes to be a tricky academic, I also have a question that I would like to ask Your Excellency." Guo Jia walked over and put away the waist pendant that had fallen from the play, and said coldly.

As the saying goes: come and don't be rude.

The middle-aged scribe heard that Guo Jia was going to test himself, and he was a little disdainful, but he was just a slightly more astute child, what could he do.

He thought so in his heart, but on the surface, he made a modest appearance: "Please ask Xiaoyou for advice." ”

Guo Jia didn't go around in circles, and asked the question directly: "Today, there is a finch weighing 129 baht, and a swallow weighing 125 baht." There are twenty-five finchs and swallows, and they weigh two catties and thirteen baht. Q: What are the geometries of swallows and finch? ”

The middle-aged scribe frowned and pinched his knuckles, and everyone in the hall also thought deeply about it.

Half an hour passed, and a layer of sweat was already oozing from the middle-aged scribe's forehead.

"I can answer this question as a child in Yingchuan, but your Excellency can't answer it?"

Guo Jia was full of ridicule.