"Reply to Mr. Guo's words, the student is exactly."

Zhao Ce lowered his eyes slightly and replied respectfully.

Juren Guo said "hmm".

“It looks pretty good.”

He put the recommendation letter and said, "You will be taking the exam for the student next year. Now you are inappropriate to come to the capital city."

"But your teacher told me in the letter that I would like to give you some good advice on your article."

"I should do my best, too."

"You are learning to write scriptures now, so I'll see how good you are now."

Juren Guo did not say anything because of Zhao Ce’s identity as a Religious Scholar.

Like the juren who ranked high in the provincial examination, ordinary scholars would be happy for a long time if they were given personal guidance from him.

Not to mention that Zhao Ce is just a Confucian scholar.

However, he saw that Zhao Ce was a student of Li Xiucai, so he did not refuse.

He took the article written by Zhao Ce directly.

After reading Zhao Ce’s newly written articles these days, he asked: “How long have you been learning to write scriptures?”

Zhao Ce said honestly: "I dare not hide it from Mr. Guo. Students learn to write scriptures for about one month."

Juren Guo said in surprise: "Can you write this way if you have more than one month?"

Zhao Ce felt a little proud.

Isn't it?

His memory is not something he can see.

What are the ancient Chinese literature of the Tang and Song dynasties and Jinkes? How much has he memorized in the past month?

Every day I recite the lights until the lights are on, and even dreaming sometimes I do writing time.

Even if it is a college entrance examination essay, I can still learn from it when writing it.

However, Zhao Ce still said modestly: "There are some bad things, please ask Mr. Guo to correct me."

Juren Guo also had some interest in giving lectures, and asked the book boy to serve tea and snacks, and asked Zhao Ce to sit opposite him.

If he is hungry, eat something to fill his stomach.

Then he took the article written by Zhao Ce, read it carefully again, and circled it out with a pen.

"Although you haven't been writing the meaning of the scriptures for a long time, the words you write are closely related to the saint's chapters and sentences, and the eight-counter sentences in the main text are quite neat, and there are classics everywhere in the words."

As he said, he circled several places.

"It's just right to practice like this."

"The Lord of the Mansion in this mansion is just a solemn way, and your use of allusions is just in line with his preferences."

"I'll circle you a few places. You can go back and think about revising these places, and then write two new articles to show me."

After saying that, I thought about it again and wrote down two questions on a piece of white paper.

Zhao Ce got the new homework and quickly took it with both hands.

What Guo Juren means is that his writing style is exactly in line with the preferences of the prefect?

The mansion test that Tong Sheng came immediately after the exam, so I didn't have to worry too much...

Zhao Ce solemnly thanked Juren Guo.

Seeing that Zhao Ce had finished all his homework, Guo Juren asked him to drink a few sips of tea before saying, "Brother Lin Feng can receive disciples of your qualifications, I believe that all your classmates have good qualifications, right?"

Zhao Ce smiled slightly: "The students accepted by Mr. are naturally good people."

After hearing this, Juren Guo's eyes were empty, as if he was recalling memories.

After a while, he said, "I remember that when I was in the Taoist examination, Brother Lin Feng got the second place and was a student with me and entered the provincial school."

"If those things didn't happen, I believe he is now in the palace with me as a colleague."

"Why should I shrink into a small county town and be a little teacher?"

Zhao Ce listened quietly, and was also a little curious about Li Xiucai's past.

But Juren Guo didn't say much.

The memories soon ended and he smiled at Zhao Ce.

"There is a curfew in the city. If you are a newcomer, you might as well go back soon."

Seeing that he was unwilling to explain in detail, Zhao Ce did not ask questions.

After all, Juren Guo is not Li Xiucai, so he may attach great importance to the etiquette of scholars.

Zhao Ce stood up, bowed to Juren Guo, and then walked out.

Zhao Ce came before noon.

After leaving the house, it was already unpredictable.

Fortunately, Juren Guo had a foresight and brought him tea and snacks.

Now I'm not hungry.

Zhao Ce took the corrected articles and new homework directly back.

When I walked through a corner, I saw a man squatting in the corner with mushrooms growing.

When Mr. Song saw that Zhao Ce finally came out, he quickly stood up and complained dissatisfiedly: "Why have you been in Teacher Guo's office for so long?"

Zhao Ce raised his eyebrows slightly and asked without answering, "Young Master Song, are you waiting for me?"

Young Master Song is now tired and hungry.

He said angrily: "If you don't wait for you, who else can you wait?"

"How can you, a Confucian scholar from a farmer, know the teachers of our province?"

Zhao Ce smiled slightly, but no answer.

He was not very familiar with this young master Song and had nothing to say.

The reason why he is waiting for him here is probably because of the previous incident.

Sure enough, when Mr. Song saw that Zhao Ce did not have much intention to chat with him, he had to ask about the main business first.

"You haven't told anyone about my previous story, have you?"

Zhao Ce said lightly: "Never."

"Whether the calligraphy and painting are true or false has nothing to do with me."

Only then did Mr. Song feel relieved.

Almost everyone in the entire city knew that there was a genuine work of Wang Youjun in his family. If the authentic work was fake, the incident would be spread.

He is not the only one who is embarrassed.

Those who have admired paintings in the entire mansion but have not recognized them as fakes will probably be dumbfounded.

Seeing that Zhao Ce finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Young Master Song also hurriedly followed.

While walking, he asked, "Hey, who is Teacher Guo?"

"You haven't said that what happened to you when you came to him today? He is not from the same county town as you, how could you know him?"

Mr. Song asked questions about the question that he kept running and ran away, and regardless of whether Zhao Ce answered or not, he followed Zhao Ce and asked all the way.

Teacher Guo is only in his thirties this year and has already passed the imperial examination.

Although he is not young at this age, he has a good ranking.

I will be able to take a good score at that time.

Many people in the public schools want to get his personal teaching.

However, if Teacher Guo wants to prepare for the exam, he basically does not have such time to guide people alone.

Zhao Ce, a farmer from the countryside, was able to stay alone with him for so long.

Where can Mr. Song not be curious?

Zhao Ce never expected that Mr. Song, who had all kinds of "land bullies" when he first met, was actually a chatterbox.

But thinking about it, when I was in the brothel that day, although Mr. Song looked down on these rural buzzes in their county, he was also very easy to talk to.

Zhao Ce was annoyed by his question, so he had to say helplessly: "I'll ask Teacher Guo to guide his homework."

Young Master Song said in surprise: "His he really guided you personally?"

Zhao Ce nodded and added: "Yes, he corrected the article for me and left homework."

After saying that, he left seriously.
Chapter completed!