"Ah? Do you really want to live in this wilderness for a month?" Zhao Shouzheng followed his son in surprise and walked into the courtyard. "Son, for his father, he will become a mountain villager."

"It's quiet here, you can concentrate on preparing for the exam." Zhao Hao filtered out his father's harp words, responded casually, and took him into the inner courtyard.

The yard is not big, separated by a brick wall, two fronts and backs. The ground is covered with blue bricks, and two tiled houses are also newly built. There are various flowers planted in the inner courtyard, and there is also a small pavilion for the owner to rest.

After Zhao Hao received the land deed, he first dispatched hundreds of strong men from Caijiaxiang, holding sticks as thick as bowls to help Qian's slaves living in this area move their home away for free.

Of course, it is inevitable to stumble and cry during the process, but the man from Caijiaxiang added a stick to treat all kinds of dissatisfaction, and soon calmed down.

After choosing this place as a retreat, Zhao Hao instructed Old Man Gao to take the tiler from Caijiaxiang to re-cover the place and plant two osmanthus trees in front of the main hall.

"When the osmanthus flowers bloom, we will go down the mountain." After Zhao Hao said that, he opened the door lock of the main house and asked his father to go in.

As soon as Zhao Shouzheng entered the door, he saw a portrait of a fat man with a red round collar and a right-angled head hanging on the snow-white central hall. He couldn't help but feel awe-inspiringly: "It's my Zhao family Taizu here..."

"Father, please put in incense for the Grand Master." Zhao Hao lit the candlestick and attracted incense again.

Zhao Shouzheng took the incense and raised it above his head, bowing four respectfully to Taizu Song.

The gate of the courtyard was locked by Gao Wu at some point, and there were only two left in the inner courtyard.

Zhao Shouzheng was about to get up, but his son pressed his shoulder and asked him to continue kneeling in front of Zhao Kuangyin's portrait.

"Does my father know why he worships Taizu?"

"I should ask for blessings from ancestors..."

"I thank my ancestors for their blessings." Zhao Hao made corrections seriously.

"oh?"

"The Grand Master has appeared." Zhao Hao said with silence.

"Ah?" Zhao Shouzheng was immediately creepy. He first looked at the fat black man in the portrait, then looked at the divine son, and asked stutteringly: "When did it happen?"

"Father still remembers that when I first moved to Caijia Lane, I told you that you will definitely pass the exam, right?" Zhao Hao didn't look at Zhao Shouzheng, but just looked at the portrait of Taizu.

"I said it." Zhao Shouzheng nodded. He remembered it clearly.

"Does my father know why I said that?" Zhao Hao said in a silly manner: "It's because I dreamed that I went to heaven the night before. In a magnificent palace, there was a black-faced old man wearing a long-winged hat and a round-necked yellow robe, looking at me kindly..."

"Ah, that must be my Zhao family's great-grandfather." Zhao Shouzheng looked at the portrait and exclaimed: "What are the instructions he has to call you?"

Seeing that Zhao Shouzheng had indeed believed it easily, Zhao Hao had no need to exaggerate the mystery anymore, so he said concisely: "He said that our literary fortune has not yet subsided. Should we become a Jinshi after my grandfather and your father, this person is your father."

"Ah, Taizu actually knows that I am an unworthy descendant?" Zhao Shouzheng was immediately ashamed and kowtowed to Zhao Kuangyin hard and said, "I am embarrassed for my ancestors, I am afraid I will disappoint my ancestors."

"No, Taizu said that our family's Wenyun is prosperous. He has already obtained the test questions for the autumn examination from Wenqu Xingjun." Zhao Hao said, taking out a piece of folded yellow paper from his sleeve, bowed to Taizu three times with both hands, and then handed it to Zhao Shouzheng. He also gave it to Zhao Shouzheng, and then solemnly reminded: "Taizu has something to say first, and you can only watch this thing. If you are known by a second person before the exam, not only will the test questions be inaccurate, but it will also bring disaster to the Zhao family!"

"I know, I know." Zhao Shouzheng trembled and took the yellow paper, kowtowed to his ancestors to thank him. Then he opened it tremblingly, and saw a line of ghost-like talismans on it. It was vaguely seen that it was a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius":

‘Zi Gong asked about politics. The Master said: There is enough food and enough soldiers, and the people will believe it.’

"It's so simple..." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but exclaim. He didn't expect that it was not a screenshot, but a big question that he hadn't asked for years!

"Shh." But Zhao Hao made a gesture of silence at him, then picked up the candlestick and said, "If you remember, just burn it. Remember, don't pass on the six ears."

"I understand." Zhao Shouzheng took a look at the original text of the Analects of Confucius again and burned the yellow paper to ashes.

"From today on, my father will think about this question repeatedly." Zhao Hao blew out the candlestick and felt much more relaxed.

"Okay, you can't let Taizu and my son down!" Zhao Shouzheng was full of energy. Since Taizu has appeared, what else can I say? Just roll up my sleeves and do it hard!

The study room is next door, and Zhao Hao has transported all Zhao Shouzheng's books in advance.

He set up his seat in the hall and set up the door for Zhao Shouzheng with Taizu.

Within this month, no one is allowed to step into the inner courtyard.

In order to be foolproof, Gao Wu guarded at the entrance of the inner courtyard, and another 30 strong men from Caijiaxiang were on duty outside the courtyard, patrolling day and night.

Qiaoqiao and his daughter are responsible for cooking for them. Every day, Old Man Gao drove to deliver fresh ingredients. After the mother and daughter were ready, Qiaoqiao sent them to the entrance of the inner courtyard. Zhao Hao brought them in and finished eating with his father, and then delivered the tableware...

Zhao Hao made such a rigorous and meticulous arrangement to convey his importance to this matter to everyone. From Gao Wu to Qiaoqiao, to all the guards, they all had a twelve-point spirit, for fear of making a mistake, which would affect Mr. Zhao’s preparation plan.

As the person involved, Zhao Shouzheng dared not slacken. From the day he entered the yard, he plunged into the study, day and night, thinking about the article day and night.

You should know that the eight-legged essay is different from ordinary articles, and the examination of the writer's literary literacy is second. It focuses more on the essay's proficiency in the meaning of the classics, and has many restrictions on the writing content. First of all, the views must be the same as Zhu Zi; secondly, every paragraph of the article must be stuck in a fixed format, and there are strict restrictions on the number of words. Especially the parts of the essay, the medium, the back, and the bound essay require strict parallelism, which is similar to parallel prose, but have stricter requirements on the simplicity of the words and the tone of the tone.

This kind of composition is like "making a temple in a snail shell", which is naturally extremely difficult. Without the guidance of a famous teacher and more than ten years of repeated hard practice, you can't make a decent eight-legged essay. But for examiners, the more points you ask for, the easier it is to judge. Because almost all candidates will make more or less mistakes when writing due to various reasons such as tight time and poor academic performance.

The examiner only needs to find out these fallacies and rank the article roughly by how many of them. If a candidate can make no mistakes, he will definitely be selected; if he can write a little more novelty, he will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be able to make no mistakes at all.

If you have to make an analogy, ordinary articles are subjective questions that are affected by the examiner’s personal likes and dislikes, while eight-legged articles are basically objective questions with clear answers and judgment standards.

Therefore, as long as Zhao Shouzheng is given enough time and can also check the information casually, how could he not write a essay that can get a high score?

He first spent a few days to calm down and figure out the topic, then looked through various high-end sermons, looking for inspiration from other people's experiences, and it was not until the tenth day that he conceived an article.

Then he repeated the discussion and continued to revise it several times before he finally finished the draft on the 20th day.

Zhao Shouzheng spent the next ten days to check and modify it word by word, without missing any mistakes. Until he thought the whole article was flawless, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, as soon as Zhao Shouzheng closed his eyes, the whole article would pop out of his mind and appear in front of him like a lantern.

Zhao Shouzheng felt that he was going to work hard, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to Zhao Hao: "The Kuyin School is really not that easy to be..."

Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, burned all the manuscripts he wrote, and carefully checked the study room, leaving no more pieces of paper left, then smiled and said to Zhao Shouzheng: "A few days left, my father will have a good rest and recuperation. Then I will pick you up and down the mountain when the time comes."

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