Chapter 1 After-school homework

Author: Qianlin

Chapter 1 After-school homework

Dagan, Changsha City, Taoli Academy in the south of the city.

"We have been studying in the academy for more than ten years, and it is time to start preparing to nourish our energy!"

"From today, you can submit poetry and articles to "Collected Works of Arts" or "Sea of ​​Books". The ten people with the worst ranking in the mid-term assessment will be expelled from the academy. The top ten will be able to obtain the qualification for the provincial examination recommended by the college."

On the podium, the old man wearing a long robe and a melon-shaped hat said seriously.

Lin Qian, who was sitting among his classmates, was filled with despair.

This is the world of Confucianism and Taoism. As a visitor to the Blue Star, he originally thought that he could soar to the sky and reach the peak of his life by lying on the literary copy, just like the Confucianism and Taoism that he had read before.

However, after half a month of arrival, he found that all the ancient poems that were familiar to him in his mind were available in this world!

Not only that, these original authors are even alive.

Three years ago, the poet Taibai killed three thousand demons with one sword in the Western Region. He owls the head of a demon king among the Wanjun clan and leaves after drinking and singing.

The poetic demon Bai Juyi held a poetry meeting in Kyoto a few days ago...

If you want to copy the poems of these big guys to get to the top, Lin Qian felt a little cold in his neck.

But he is just an ordinary self-media author on Blue Star. How could he have the literary talent in this Confucian and Taoist world be comparable to those literary masters who are well-known in history?

Not to mention those literary masters, he can't even compare with the classmates in this academy.

Taoli Academy is the most ordinary academy in Changsha City, but it is qualified to recommend students to participate in the imperial examination. In this world, the imperial examination is the only way for ordinary people to rise!

Another thing is, of course, publishing poetry and articles in the Wen Palace, attracting praise from all over the world, gaining talent, and cultivating Confucianism and Taoism.

The scholars in this world all have palaces of literary, thatched huts, pavilions, palaces... all kinds of atmospheres.

The same is that all the palaces have a plan wall, on which you can view the "Collected Works" edited by Daru and published every half a month, or the "Sea of ​​Books" with higher freedom.

Similarly, even if the poems and articles written on them are submitted to the "Collected Works", if they can be selected, they will be visible to all literati in the world.

The threshold for "Sea of ​​Books" is relatively lower, but unless it can be listed on the rankings, no one will pay attention to it.

If you can be recognized by literati and praised, you can attract talent and invigorate your body, cultivate your spirit, and cultivate Confucianism and Taoism!

The poet Taibai once used a poem "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" to draw the heroic spirit of all people in the world, and was promoted to half-saint!

The lyrics Dongpo earned countless tears with the song "Jiangchengzi", gained talent and was promoted to half-saint!

The two paths of imperial examinations and cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism do not conflict, and can even be said to be complementary.

If you want to make a difference in this world, you can only go to study!

The predecessor of this life was also called Lin Qian. There was a eldest brother Lin Zhen who worked as a constable in the county government office. The eldest brother had a good martial arts talent. However, in order to support him in school, he did not have enough food to replenish his qi and blood, and had no medicinal materials to nourish his body. He entered the ninth level of martial arts at the age of twelve. Today, ten years later, he is still the ninth level of martial arts.

There is also a young girl, Lin Xinjun, who works hard every day and earns meager rewards for washing clothes for neighbors. In addition to subsidizing household income, the rest is also used to provide Lin Qian with all the rest.

I have to say that my predecessor is a bastard.

But now that things have come to this, he is the hope of their whole family, and Lin Qian cannot let them down.

"Don't be afraid of everyone. Although the requirements of "Collected Works" are high, it is still a half month after all, and the amount of content published is fixed. Therefore, as long as you are not too lucky, it will not be that difficult to make it on the list if you encounter many geniuses or great scholars post articles."

"You have heard of the little poet Jiang Yushan. He once won thousands of praises with his collection of essays "Traveling to Changsha Mountain", which attracted talent and became a ninth grade of Confucianism and Taoism. He was attracted by the professor of the prefecture and was led to the city. Now he has a high school Jinshi and has become a Hanlin bachelor!"

"He was once a student of Taoli Academy!"

Perhaps because he noticed everyone's depressed mood, his teacher Li Changce encouraged him.

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the classroom became warm. Many self-advocating and literary students were already eager to try it out and began to conceive poems and articles, imagining that in a few months, they would be like the little poet, and be noticed by a great scholar and a high school Jinshi like the young poet...

"I believe everyone will not disappoint the teacher!"

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Li Changce was very satisfied with the effect. After saying a smile, he took the lead in walking out of the classroom.

"Lin Qian, have you decided what to write?"

On the way to school, Zhang Zehan walked beside Lin Qian with a frown.

He is the eldest son of the Zhang family, a wealthy family in the city. Unfortunately, he is not a good source of study. Naturally, he has a similar stinky taste to his predecessor, Lin Qian, and became a good friend.

Reading in this world is even more fairer than Lin Qian’s previous life. Even if you have money, you cannot write articles on your behalf, because talent needs to be recognized by heaven and earth. It is not your article. No matter how you publish it, you will not get any talent and can be easily exposed.

"Poetry is too difficult, and the article is obscure..."

"A dead end!"

Lin Qian doesn't really want to pay attention to this rich second generation now. He was opened by the academy and could still go back to inherit his family property. After he was opened, he had to go to the north of the city to move bricks.

"Why don't you write a novel?" Zhang Zehan didn't seem to have no idea at all. "I've inquired. The editor-in-chief of "Collected Works" this time is Cao Daru!"

Lin Qian's eyes lit up. When talking about novels, he was not sleepy.

But it soon faded again. The novels here are very different from those in previous lives, and the scholars here may not necessarily buy them.

What's more, novels have always been at the bottom of the chain of contempt for literati, and even if some people prove that great scholars have been proved by novels, they cannot change them.

As for the Daru Cao, although he proved the Daru with his novels, his achievements in poetry and articles are not shallow. If Zhang Zehan wants to speculate, he will probably be disappointed.

I thought about it all the way and unknowingly arrived at the door of my house.

This is a two-in-one cottage, with the gate open, and the front yard, which is less than fifty square meters, is full of clothes.

Lin Qian didn't know how this hut came from. His predecessor had no memories related to it. He only remembered that he lived here with his elder brother.

Walking into the courtyard and looking at the sound of pounding clothes, you can see a girl in tunic who is struggling with clothes in the wooden basin, rubbing the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hands from time to time, pinching her sore waist.

"Second brother, you are back!"

"There are some snacks in the house. You can eat them first. After I finish washing the basin of clothes, I will go to cook."

Lin Xinjun looked up when she heard the sound and found that it was Lin Qian. A bright smile suddenly appeared on Keke's lovely round face.

Lin Qian shook his head, walked towards his sister, rolled up his sleeves and squatted beside the wooden basin, "I'll help you!"

"You are a scholar, how can you let you do such a job? My brother will definitely scold me if he knows it."

Before Lin Qian could squat down, Lin Xinjun raised his hand to block him.

"Yes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen."

"Lin Qian, how can you do such a thing?"

"If you want me to tell me, there is no need for Lin Xiaomei to do such work. If you come to my house to be a maid, how can you suffer like this?"

Lin Qian turned around and looked at Zhang Zehan who followed him into the courtyard.

What a good guy, I spent a long time doing it, but I thought he was a good friend with similar tastes, but I didn’t expect that he had “righteousness” when he saw sex!

(End of this chapter)
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