"Come in!"
Su Mo's eyes narrowed as he raised his voice.
"Young Master, it's time to eat."
The door was pushed open, and an old servant carrying a food box walked in with a grin.
"Yes, Old Huang, you've worked hard."
Su Mo stood up and took the food box. He placed it on a round table not far away, opened it, and started eating.
Yes, there was no gentle and cute maid, no black-bellied sister, and no young miss who grew up together with him.
A few years ago, after Huang Shang's parents died, he only had this old servant called Old Huang by his side.
Su Mo tried to recall Huang Shang's memories and realized that he did not know the full name of this old servant.
He only knew that from his ancestors, this old servant had changed his surname and came to the Huang family.
Everyone in the family called him "Old Huang", so they didn't care about his name.
As for what the old servant's surname was, no one cared.
Su Mo trusted Old Yellow quite a bit.
After all, he felt that a cultivator with a normal brain would not choose to transform into an old servant.
As for the trial-takers with abnormal brains?
That kind of person shouldn't be able to control a character like Old Yellow…
"Young Master, although homework is important, don't work too hard all day. It's better to go out and relax.”
After Su Mo finished eating, Old Yellow tried to persuade him as he packed up the food.
Strictly speaking, Old Huang should be calling Huang Shang Old Master or Dong Jia now.
However, he was used to calling him Young Master, so he did not change his words.
It wasn't proper for an ordinary servant to speak to their master like this.
However, the Huang family was not a prestigious family.
There were not many rules in the house.
Moreover, Old Yellow had served Huang Shang for more than twenty years.
They could barely be considered half a family.
"Yes, that's true. We should indeed go out for a walk.”
Su Mo thought of something and nodded slightly.
After inheriting Huang Chang's knowledge.
Su Mo was already extremely familiar with the Confucian classics.
It was useless to bury himself in reading.
Huang Shang's current problem was mainly that her perspective was too empty, and her article was empty.
In other words, it was a little out of touch.
In such a situation, it was fine to write a great scripture or a scripture.
A policy discussion could only be a scholar's opinion.
Obviously, he couldn't get any high marks.
As for the solution?
Su Mo felt like he had to read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles!
After a while, he would leave the capital and return home on foot to wait for the autumn test.
On the other side, they could see the Northern Song Dynasty's scenery along the way.
At the same time, he used the eyes of the future generations to look at this era.
At least, when discussing strategies, he could put them into practice and speak with substance!
This was considered a qualitative breakthrough!
As for improving his literary talent…
Su Mo did not even consider it.
He tried his best to copy some poems from the later generations to highlight the name of the text.
In terms of writing, no matter how hard he worked, it was impossible for his writing to reach the level of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties!
Speaking of which, it was fortunate that it was the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, so it was not as terrifying as the middle.
If it was decades earlier…
In the imperial examination hall, he might have to compete with Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, and even the Su father and son…
Then the difficulty of this destiny mission would directly become hellish.
Even if he was a plagiarist, he might not be able to beat him.
*****
"By the way, Old Huang, do you know martial arts?”
Su Mo casually asked as he changed into a green robe and walked out of the courtyard.
Among the traditional Six Arts of a Gentleman, there was archery.
However, that was the standard of the Zhou Dynasty.
Nowadays, scholars, unless they were the descendants of a family…
Otherwise, there were not many who could shoot eagles with a bow.
After all, the imperial examinations were very difficult and expensive.
Most students, even if they had some thoughts, did not have the energy and money to practice martial arts.
"Martial arts? It was said that those people who practiced martial arts fought and killed all day long. It was scary. Young Master, don't joke around."
Old Huang was startled and shook his head in disgust.
"That's a pity. In two months, we'll have to go back to the Fall Quarter Examinations.”
"The journey may not be peaceful. I originally planned to learn some martial arts to defend myself.”
Su Mo smiled and did not mind.
He had just thought of a novel he had read before.
The main character also had a servant called " Old Yellow ", who was quite powerful in swordsmanship.
He suddenly had a thought and asked casually.
He didn't expect to have an old grandpa at the beginning.
After all, the main character was the prince, and he was not even a "young master".
"Yes, yes, the bandits are indeed rampant now.”
"The second young master of the Liu family at the east end of the alley. A while ago, he went out with two guards to do some work and was harmed by thieves. I heard that he was cut into two at the waist and died a miserable death!”
Old Yellow shivered, feeling a little scared.
"So, we still have some money left. Taking the time to learn a little martial arts was not a burden.”
Su Mo calmly said,"If you encounter a thief, you should be more courageous."”
Currently, there should still be a few experts in Bianjing City.
For example, the instructor of the 800,000-strong Imperial Army, Leopard Head Lin Chong.
His spear skills were pretty good.
However, he was now a scholar and had nothing to do with Lin Chong.
They were not on the same path at all!
If he took the initiative to ask for advice on martial arts, the other party might not even respond.
Su Mo did not want to be snubbed.
"Uh, if you want to learn martial arts…this is the foot of the emperor, the city won't let you go to the martial arts center.”
"Even if there's a teacher, you can't just go there casually."”
"Why?"
"Ah Lang, think about it. You want to be an official in the imperial examination.”
Old Huang smacked his dry lips." If I mix with those rough people in Jianghu and call them senior and junior brothers, it won't sound good if word gets out."”
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