The second day was to test the meaning of the scriptures and the teacher's Fu.
The pressure on the second day was much greater than the first day. At the very least, Yang Yi had already seen a few people who were on the verge of giving up. That brother from the stinky shop was one of them.
Yang Yi opened the exam paper. The first title was "”
This topic came from Mencius, King Hui of Liang, and the idiom of the pot calling the kettle black came from this.
The content of this chapter expressed Mencius 'idea of governing the country, which was to eat first, then educate, and finally let everyone understand reason.
As for the ordinary people, the path of the saints was too far away from them, so it was necessary to educate them. However, the content of the education needed to be considered by the higher-ups.
Using this question as the test method was to test the students 'views on education and the way they taught.
Yang Yi pondered for a moment and wrote on the paper,""To teach those who are particularly important, we must make clear their meaning.
This was an article in his memory. He had read many articles about the ancient imperial examination questions in his previous life. Questions like the one about filial piety and fraternal love were almost written out.
The second question was still a common question. It was difficult to write a bad answer, and it was also difficult to write something new.
Yang Yi wasn't worried about this. He just copied the article in his mind.
Therefore, he finished writing very quickly.
The examinees around them were still writing with their pens in their hands. Many of them were writing drafts and only transcribing when they were satisfied.
He saw very few people on the field who were leisurely. Other than him, there was only Cai Dun.
Cai Dun had already finished copying the answers and was currently enjoying his meal. From time to time, he would let out the sound of gritting his teeth, burping, and farting, making the scholar beside him feel extremely uncomfortable. However, he could not say anything, or else he would be scolded by the patrolling examiner.
He put down his pen and prepared to rest for a while. He would write the poems at night. He was not in a hurry at all. He only took a glance and already had a draft in his heart.
He had just written a few thousand words, and his wrist was still a little tired.
In the ancient imperial examinations, thousands of words had to be written every day. It was also a challenge for the examinees.
Yang Yi leaned inside and lay down. The space was just right for him to take an afternoon nap.
"Ah, my paper is stained with ink.”One of the examinees let out a miserable cry and then began to wail.
"I want to save your mother!"
"Motherf * cker!"
Curses and curses were heard continuously, and it was obvious that he was shocked.
Another examinee beside him started to wail," Three years of hard work, and I can't even answer it. How can I face my hometown?"”
After saying that, he rushed towards the wall beside him, wanting to splash his blood on the spot.
The soldiers beside him were quick to react. They rushed forward and pulled him out. They stuffed a cloth in his mouth and dragged him out.
"Silence!" The patrolling examiner shouted in a low voice.”
The examinees who were watching the show immediately shrank back. Of course, there were also those who took the opportunity to plagiarize.
There were many examinees who made mistakes or could not bear the pressure. It was also common for them to have mental disorders. These soldiers were clearly used to it and methodically crossed out all these people.
Yang Yi looked on coldly. It had nothing to do with him anyway. He covered himself with the blanket and slept until night, feeling exceptionally comfortable.
After getting up, he was just about to do the questions when he suddenly realized that the fellow beside Cai Dun had already disappeared.
Coincidentally, the examiner passed by. He cupped his hands and said,"Milord, where are the examinees in the third room?”
The examiner stroked his beard and said,"This person couldn't stand the snoring next door and abandoned the exam."”
Yang Yi was speechless. This Brother Cai Dun was really formidable.
He dipped his brush and ink into the ink and began to write the questions. He was too good at writing poems. With a wave of his brush, he finished a poem. It took him a long time to write it. There were too many words in this thing.
After he finished writing, he put away the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and pressed them down with a ruler to prevent them from being blown away by the wind. There were three walls in the room, but there was still one wall left. It was still a little cold at night.
Yang Yi was wrapped in a blanket that Su Mi had sewn for him. It was slightly thicker, and it was just right.
The person opposite him was so cold that his face was ashen, and he could barely hold his pen.
Autumn nights were still a little cold.
Yang Yi took out a stove and lit it with a candle. He asked the surrounding soldiers for some water. Although the soldier didn't know that Yang Yi was being taken care of, he could still see the examiner's attitude clearly. The more insignificant a person was, the more he would be able to read their expressions.
Soon, the soldiers brought water. Yang Yi mixed the lotus rice, round-eyed meat, and ginseng together and cooked them in one pot.
Not long after, waves of fragrance wafted out. With ginseng inside, this fragrance also refreshed one's mind.
The examinees opposite him looked at him with eager eyes, but Yang Yi was unmoved. He tasted the lotus rice, which was soft and sticky in his mouth. Then, he drank some soup and felt refreshed. This ginseng was clearly good stuff.
With this bite, his mouth and tongue immediately salivated, and he could not help but swallow.
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