The official position of calligraphy was initially fully responsible by the Tianyuan, and many calligraphy talents were selected for Ningguo. However, no matter how good the porridge was, they would get a few rat shit. As the calligraphy was getting more and more cheating, it was often selected for some poor family members to be admitted. The king of Ningguo turned a blind eye due to the huge family status of the aristocratic family.

Until one day, Xiao Buhuo bluntly said that the study subject should not be a family exam for aristocratic families. Only then did he change his old habits. Like Confucian scholars, poor children have the opportunity to enter the officialdom, but even so, the hope is still slim.

The inheritance of brushwork is the only element in calligraphy.

If you lose your brushwork, this word is equivalent to losing your soul.

Since the reform of the book science, it has been divided into two tests. This test is the fill-in-the-blank questions that Su Yun had previously tested. Although it was not that kind of difficult question, he paid more attention to memorizing and memorizing. If he had worked hard for two or three years, it would be really difficult to take. In this test, the local tribute school in the prefecture inspected the tribute school and screened out those sluts who were just filling in the numbers. This is equivalent to setting up a door for Ningguo Tianyuan. Those who want to enter this gate should first pass the tribute school.

Of course, those aristocratic families are not easy to fool. There are many people who are in the high position of the Heavenly Court. If you set up a card, I will also set up a card. Anyway, I have to go around to the Heavenly Court in the end. Therefore, the second examination of this calligraphy subject has become a "nightmare" for those who take the calligraphy subject, and they will be sad every year.

In Yingzhou Gongyuan, the review papers were carried out in an orderly manner.

In addition to A, B, C and C, there are certainly no rankings. If you fail, it means you failing, and you will lock you out of the door.

"Look at this boy from the Chai family in Yang County, he can't even write the contents of the first chapter of "Zie Lin". Such a master thinks that he knows some family-born brushwork and wants to become an official. If I let him pass the test, I won't have to stay in the tribute court! No! No!"

"Old Han, please calm down. You have read ten papers today, and half of them are given to you. Among them are the Chai family in Yang County and the He family in Daliu Village. These are all the scholarly families in Yingzhou..."

"So what about the scholarly family? Can't everyone who comes from the scholarly family be a golden knot? Is it the most despise of these ignorant and self-righteous children of aristocratic families who rely on their family to learn brushwork! No list! No list!"

Several auxiliary officials sighed repeatedly. They all beat them to death. Not to mention that they could not get through the Tianyuan area at that time, even the prefect could not bear the face.

"Old Han! Old Han, drink a cup of tea to relieve your anger."

Han Zhengyuan was born in a poor family and was over 60 years old when he passed the imperial examination. Later, he stayed at Yingzhou Gongyuan and became the official in the local area. In recent years, although he has been on the spot, he is the first-class in the Gongyuan regardless of age or qualifications. Even the current prefect has to call him a "student" in front of him, which shows that this person has an extraordinary status.

"Tell me, is it so difficult to try this book? Every year, the two books "Zi Lin" and "Shuowen" are framed. This is easier than when we were promoted to the official position. Just this, we still answered questions that were not right. How can we make me turn a blind eye? "

"Old Han said, right..." The auxiliary official took a full test paper, but the more he looked, the more he couldn't understand it. "Old Han... you said it to the end, but you can't tell me this paper."

Han Zhengyuan's eyes were the most unwilling tolerant of sand. When he heard the auxiliary official questioning, he put down the teacup and said, "Take it and see it."

"You can look at it again. I see that the answers above are correct."

"Hmph! This paper..." Han Zheng said, holding the words "No" written in red pen after reading it, "Look at the handwriting on it."

"What's the problem? I'm sorry for your uncle's eyes."

"This word is flat and long, ugly and dull. We are the master of calligraphy and select calligraphy talents for the king of the country. No matter how good he answers these bad words, they are still useless!"

The auxiliary official couldn't stand it and said, "Old Han, you're a bit of a double standard. You just said that these aristocratic families rely on their brushwork and are ignorant. As far as I know, Su Yun from Kun County is not aristocratic families. They answered neatly and flawlessly, so the last question was flawed, so why is it useless?"

Han Zhengyuan chuckled and said, "This is what is not useful to this person. The previous dozen questions were answered without any leakage, which shows that he had already mastered the books "Shuowen" and "Zi Lin". Why did such an answer that was not leaking? It is obvious that this is-" Han Zhengyuan paused, shaking his head in his chest.

Several auxiliary officials looked at each other, but they didn't understand what the old scholar wanted to say. What's wrong with this? How could it be a battle to attack the heart? Oh my God, this is all based on Han Zhengyuan's method of revision. There are no outstanding talents in the calligraphy department this time! How can I explain this to the prefect?

"Please make clear to Mr. Han."

Han Zhengyuan glared at his eyes, "The character is taken as a horizontal posture, and the end of the scroll shows its clumsiness. This is a contempt and provocation to the examiner! No list! No list! No list!"

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"Ah Yeh."

Su Yun put down his job and sneeze heavily.

Yao Xian asked, "Did you catch a cold in the exam yesterday?"

Su Yun shook his head. Since Mo Yun poured his body, he was not afraid of coldness. How could he catch a cold? No wonder he heard that those scholars and doctors, even in the mid-winter season, are dressed in single clothes and elegant in their relationship, and have a "warm baby" to protect their bodies.

"Brother Yun, how did you do in the exam?"

Su Yun smiled and said, "I didn't tell you that I've passed the exam for a child."

Zhao Chunqiu looked disbelief and said, "Where are you trying to cheat me? Before the results were released, you know that you passed the exam? How did you do it?"

Aunt Yao asked with concern: "Yes, what exactly?"

Su Yun put away his bowls and chopsticks very seriously and said, "Really, I really passed the exam."

Yao Xian and Zhao Chunqiu looked at each other and looked at Su Yun walking towards the stove.

"Mom, Brother Yun is not... hysteria, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Chunqiu sucked the chopsticks and whispered: "No, when I got out of the exam yesterday, Brother Yun excitedly said that he passed the exam. I thought he was joking with me at the time, but he still said that today, and it didn't seem like a joke. I really have to find a doctor to see it."

Since Su Yun was in the exam school, he had a clear ear and eyes. Although he was on the stove, he could clearly hear the boy Zhao Chunqiu muttering at the dinner table, and said with a smile: "I have no hysteria, Aunt Yao, don't listen to him."

Zhao Chunqiu's pupils were wide open and he said in a daze: "Mom, look, Brother Yun's ears are also wrong. I've been whispering so quietly. He can hear them by the stove. What a big deal is happening now!"

Su Yun: "..."

Yao Xian said with distress: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you can't pass the exam once, you'll work harder next year. Will there be any attacks on the head? Are you dizzy? Do you want to find another doctor to see?"

Su Yun silently picked up the rice bowl he had served, "I'm not sick."

Zhao Chunqiu said in shock: "Mom, look, Brother Yun had to eat half a bowl of porridge when he was so full before. Today is this the third bowl, right? It's scary! It's so scary!"

Su Yun stared at Zhao Chunqiu and sighed.

"Zhao Chunqiu, I'm eating your rice!?"

When Zhao Chunqiu heard Su Yun's "roar", he weakly sipped a few mouthfuls of porridge and whispered: "It's not my rice..."

Su Yun was speechless.

Yao Xian tapped Zhao Chunqiu's head with his hand and said, "What are your family and my family? Are you two brothers going to piss me to death?"

"I was wrong, aunt..." Su Yun felt warm in his heart.
Chapter completed!