A light rain hit the foot of Myomine Mountain, bringing a long-lost coolness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the afternoon, Jia Huan returned to Hanmei Book House from the library of the academy with two books to read hard.

Time is in a hurry, and the mid-June examination has passed in a flash.

That day, I saw the disfigured Lin girl in Dongzhuang Town, like a drop of ink dyed in a clear spring, rich at the beginning, dyed with ink, and when I thought about it again, it slowly faded away.

Under the starry sky on a summer night, Jia Huan also felt nostalgic and deliberated on the details. For example: Senior Brother Gongsun has never even seen Miss Lin's true face, and the relationship is probably shallower than he thought; Miss Lin is disfigured in business, so as not to have bad thoughts about her. But after all, I gradually forgot about her.

As the August college exam approached, the pressure on Jia Huan's body gradually increased, and he trained, sharpened, and improved in the sea of questions in Baguwen every day. There are no distractions.

That afternoon, Jia Huan wrote an article at Ye Jiaolang's residence. After Ye Jiaolang circled the desk, he smiled gently: "Not bad." After entering the inner house, your level of current writing has greatly improved, and the three ways of reason, qi and rhetoric have been tasted. After a few more months of grinding, it is not difficult to pass the hospital test. The only way to break the problem is to be decent. I am afraid that it is rare to have a good ranking in the field. ”

Jia Huan smiled bitterly in his heart. Baguwen, it's really not that easy to write! He wrote Bagu in the form of an argumentative essay, which is in line with the original meaning of Bagu. But it is a bit difficult for him to speak on behalf of the saint and write amazing sentences on his arguments.

For example, the question of the discourse: The people are sufficient, and the king is not enough? The people are insufficient, who is the king?

The Ming Dynasty Huiyuan and Tanhua Wang Ao broke the inscription as follows: The people are rich in the lower monarch and rich in the top. This article has been selected as a high school Chinese textbook. The arguments are brilliant. He couldn't write it. If he were to write it, the argument would definitely drift in the direction of The Wealth of Nations.

Talking about the topic of eight shares, Jia Huan said worriedly: "Sir, there is no atmosphere of praising prodigies in this dynasty, and the disciples are worried that they are too young and will be brushed down by the great grandmaster. ”

Ye Jiaolang nodded and quipped: "Do you want to be the prime minister?" ”

Jia Huan said embarrassedly: "The disciple is unwilling. ”

How could he have such high aspirations? His biggest idea is nothing more than to get out of Jiafu and make money to enjoy life and life. Minister, that kind of scenery is forgotten. Intrigue, how can you get the word "tired"?

Ye Jiaolang looked at his proud disciple with an embarrassed expression and smiled. He's a disciple who is very utilitarian, but he doesn't yearn for the top vanity fair: officialdom. Quite an idea.

Jia Huan and Ye Jiaolang laughed and talked for a while, then said goodbye and left.

This seemingly inconspicuous conversation became known to people at the time with Ye Hongyun's notes. On the afternoon of a summer day in Xinhai, the windows were quiet and the rain fell silently. A conversation between the gentleman and his disciple was full of playfulness and jokes, but it was a dazzling lightning bolt in the clouds.

Life is not always subject to personal will.

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On the evening of the 27th, torrential rain thundered. Approaching the eve of the monthly exams. The atmosphere of the academy has become solemn again. Exams are something that students need to go through at all stages, and they are a mantra.

In the corridor, Qin Hongtu, who was in the same dormitory as Yi Junjie, Du Hong and Jia Huan, who was in the same dormitory as the disciples of the academy, was talking and his steps were hurried.

"Brother Qin, what's the matter, there are rumors everywhere in the academy that Brother Jia can't pass the college exam because he is too young. Brother Jia couldn't pass the hospital exam, so he didn't get in the way of the horse face surnamed Chen, right? ”

"He's good friends with the surname Ma. The surname Ma is shameless, knowing that Brother Jia is sick, he still said that he was looking for Brother Jia to compare the results of the monthly exam. ”

"TM. These two bastards, a nest of snakes and rats. I'll see it once and hit it once. ”

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At the beginning of July, it rained heavily.

Gongsun Liang, who was dressed in a white robe, was chanting a poem in the dormitory, "You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk..."

A blue-clothed boy knocked on the door and came in, interrupting Gongsun Liang's groaning, "Senior brother, the mountain chief is looking for you to go to the small house of Hanmei Academy to discuss matters." ”

"Oh, I'll be right here right by changing my clothes." Gongsun Liang washed his face, changed his clothes and went to the small house of Hanmei Academy, where the mountain chief Zhang Anbo was splashing ink and writing.

Zhang Anbo, the chief of the mountain, was wearing a Confucian shirt, a very kind old man, sitting on a couch chair, and said: "Wenyue, it has been raining heavily recently, you can go to the town to buy more rice and grain for storage." ”

Gongsun Liang, the word is about.

Gongsun Liang replied, "Yes, teacher." I immediately asked someone to do it. ”

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo glanced at this closed disciple and knew that he had some thoughts recently, most of which were related to the relationship between men and women, and asked, "Recently, there have been quite a few rumors in the academy, what happened in the end?" ”

Although Gongsun Liang was depressed, he was well-informed and said: "Classmate Ma and Senior Brother Jia made an appointment to compete in eight shares. Jia's junior brother is thirty-eight in the monthly examination. Win. ”

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo smiled and nodded slightly.

If it is not for karma, it is good, and it is not for fame to start studying. He made an exception to agree to Jia Huan's participation in the county exam, but he would not speak well for this little guy in front of his friend Sha Shuzhi. To take or not to take, it is up to the North Zhili to learn from self-determination.

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In mid-July, the exam had just passed. It was rainy.

Due to the hot weather at the end of June, Jia Huan occasionally felt cold when he was reading at night, and he still has some cough. When eating in the kitchen at noon, it happened that Luo Junzi returned to his hometown, and ten classmates at a table chatted.

There are: Jia Huan, Luo Xiangyang, Qiao Rusong, Xu Yinglang, Zhang Sishui, Qin Hongtu, Wei Yang, Liu Yichen, Yao Wei, Pang Ze, Lin Xinyuan.

After a few days, the little fat brother was a little thin, his skin turned dark, he looked sad, and said worriedly: "Brother Zhu is studying in the academy, maybe you don't notice it. Heavy rain for days. The left side of the Jingshi is already flooded by rivers. Fields and villages were flooded. Farmers have suffered heavy losses. This autumn's harvest has been greatly affected. All my family's fields have failed. If I can't go to school in August, my family will go bankrupt. ”

Luo Junzi's family is a small landlord in Wanping County. His family is bankrupt, which shows that the disaster is quite serious. Livelihoods are displaced. I am afraid that the scene of selling children and daughters will appear in autumn and winter. All the students had a look of kinship on their faces.

Liu Yichen said: "I wrote from my family and mentioned this matter, and the water level of the Yongding River, the North Canal, and the Lu River has risen. There are more than a dozen places where the embankment has burst. The money allocated by the imperial court was embezzled. This year's rain is heavy, so this is the disaster. ”

Liu Yichen's family has been a small official in Daxing County for generations. The credibility of these officialdom sources is somewhat high.

Pang Ze, who had an ugly appearance and a big nose, slapped the table angrily and said hatefully: "Corrupt officials and corrupt officials harm people." If I become the secretary of the criminal department one day, I will punish the world's great rats. "Han Xiucai jumped into the river and ran for the corruption case on the river embankment, and the best of them all knew about it.

Liu Yichen smiled awkwardly, eating steamed buns and drinking tea soup.

The handsome Wei Yang sneered: "What's the use of classmate Pang's empty talk? You don't even understand the structure of the imperial court. The book of the criminal department is only the first of the six. Today, there are six scholars in the imperial court, headed by Scholar Xie Xue, the foreman of the Military Aircraft Department. The Sixth Department is nothing more than an administrative body. ”

He was born in an official family and knew a lot about officialdom. Punish the world's big rats? It's a joke! Nowadays, even the position of the prefectural order can be sold.

Pang Ze's ugly face turned red. It is forbidden to talk about the government within Wendao Academy. He's just a child, and he really doesn't know much about that. He thought that the imperial court was a pre-Ming structure. Although the six departments cannot confront the elders, they have autonomy.

Pang Ze made a fool of himself, and Xu Yinglang and the others laughed. Xu Yinglang knows a lot more about government politics than Wei Yang. In fact, the Military Aircraft Department is just an office. The world's major events are all out of the question.

Jia Huan coughed softly, covered his mouth, and said, "If people are not born to know, who can be free from confusion?" Brother Pang has the ambition to clean up the world, and his ambitions are high, so he should be encouraged. Why did my brother laugh at him? ”

Pang Ze glanced at Jia Huan gratefully.

Xu Yinglang was still very convinced by Jia Huan, and he laughed very face-savingly. Jia Huan performed extremely well in the cultural war and saving Han Xiucai. He might as well be. The rest of the people were all smiling.

Wei Yang snorted and arched his hand to Jia Huan. Jia Huan took the exam in July, and he was ranked fifteenth in the inner house. Ranked higher than him.

At the end of June, Jia Huan said when he competed with Ma classmates: Students are happy when they hear about the exam, and they are strong when they are strong. Immediately, bring illness into the examination room (lecture hall). The results came out, ranking thirty-eighth. "Kill Ma".

For a ruthless person like Jia Huan, he can't accept it!

Qiao Rusong smiled and rounded the scene. The conversation is back to the floods.

Everyone was a little worried. Under the nest, will there be no eggs? The suburbs of Beijing were affected. Their hometown, they are in the academy, how can they be alone?

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Jia Huan and Luo Xiangyang went to his dormitory to chat for more than an hour. Natural disasters are just around the corner, and he can't avoid it, so he naturally needs to know more information.

Luo Xiangyang had already been admitted to the upper house, lived alone, and said with emotion in front of the window: "Brother Jia, have you seen it with your own eyes." Living by the Yongding River, the uncle and aunt I called when I was a child, a family of seven, were washed away by the water in their sleep.... My mother has raised a big pig for more than a year, and the raw maggots that give blisters ... ”

Jia Huan was silent. This kind of news is sad. He grew up on the banks of the Yangtze River and has a deep memory of the flood.

In the evening, the rain was a little heavier. Gongsun Liang came to the lecture hall of Hanmen Academy to find Jia Huan, saying that Han Xiucai had arrived in Dongzhuang Town and invited him to drink and talk about things.

Jia Huan followed Gongsun out of the lecture hall and said with a smile: "Senior brother, shouldn't he say thank you to our academy classmates for saving their lives?" "It's not surprising that Gongsun Liang is rumored on his behalf. Han Xiucai and Senior Brother Gongsun both knew Mr. Longjiang.

Gongsun Liang was working on the food procurement of the academy during this time, and his mood had recovered, he patted Jia Huan on the shoulder and joked: "Senior Brother Jia, you don't understand this." The object of his thanks was the narcissus girl of the Five Phoenix Pavilion. What a gimmick for a beautiful woman to save a celebrity. Han Xiucai is a true temperament. Are you going or not? ”

Jia Huan said: "I'll go for a trip." See what's going on with him. ”

Torrential rain poured down. Jia Huan put on his robes and went out of Wendao Academy with the help of Gongsun Liang. Before the monthly vacation, students cannot leave the gate of the college. But Gongsun Liang has been busy with procurement recently, and often asks his classmates to help. It is not difficult to help Jia Huan get out of the academy.

Han Xiucai asked Jia Huan to meet at the Xu Ji Restaurant in Dongzhuang Town, and the first thing he said when he saw Jia Huan in the seat on the first floor of the restaurant was: "Jia Xiaoyou, your mansion is profound, are you willing to help me to settle down in Lishu?" (To be continued.) )