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Chapter 119 The Great Ancestor Appears

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    "Ah? Do you really want to live in this barren mountain for a month?" Zhao Shouzheng was surprised and followed his son into the small courtyard.  "Son, my father will become a village man in the mountains."

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

    The yard is not big and is divided into two entrances by a brick wall.  The ground is paved with blue bricks, and the two rows of tile-roofed 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 got the land deed, he first dispatched hundreds of strong men from Caijia Lane, holding sticks as thick as bowls, to help the Qian family slaves living in this area move their homes for free.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not avoid the stumbling and crying, but the men in Caijiaxiang used sticks to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction, and it soon stopped.

    After choosing this place as a retreat place, Zhao Hao ordered Old Man Gao to take the bricklayers from Caijiaxiang to renovate the place and plant two osmanthus trees in front of the main room.

    "We will go down the mountain when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms." After Zhao Hao finished speaking, he unlocked the door of the main room and invited his father in.

    As soon as Zhao Shouzheng entered the door, he saw a portrait of a fat man with a black face wearing a red round collar and a right-angled futou hanging on the white-painted nave. He couldn't help but said in awe, "It's my ancestor of the Zhao family who is here"

    "Father, please put some incense on Grandfather Taizu." Zhao Hao lit the candlestick and lit the incense.

    Zhao Shouzheng took the incense, held it above his head, and kowtowed four times to Song Taizu respectfully.

    The courtyard door was locked by Gao Wu at some point, leaving only Zhao Hao and his son in the inner courtyard.

    Zhao Shouzheng was about to stand up, but his son held his shoulders and asked him to continue kneeling in front of Zhao Kuangyin's portrait.

    "Father, does he know why he worships Taizu?"

    "It's time to ask for the blessings of our ancestors"

    "It's thanks to our ancestors for blessing." Zhao Hao corrected seriously.

    "oh?"

    "The Great Ancestor has appeared." Zhao Hao said quietly.

    "Huh?" Zhao Shouzheng was immediately horrified. He first looked at the fat black man in the portrait, then at his son who was nagging at God, and stammered, "When did it happen?"

    "Father, you still remember that when we first moved to Caijiaxiang, I told you that you would definitely pass the exam, right?" Zhao Hao did not look at Zhao Shouzheng, but stared at the portrait of Taizu.

    "Yes." Zhao Shouzheng nodded, he remembered this clearly.

    "Father, do you know why I said that?" Zhao Hao then said, "It's because I dreamed that I went to heaven the night before. In a magnificent palace, there was a man wearing a winged hat and a round collar.  The black-faced old man in yellow robe is looking at me kindly"

    "Ah, that must be my great-grandfather of the Zhao family." Zhao Shouzheng looked at the portrait and exclaimed in amazement, "What did he order you to do when he called you?"

    Seeing that Zhao Shouzheng believed him so easily, Zhao Hao no longer needed to exaggerate the mystery, so he said concisely and concisely: "The old man said that our cultural destiny is not yet over, and we should become a Jinshi after my grandfather and your father.  This person is you, father."

    "Ah, Grandfather Taizu actually knows that I am an unworthy descendant?" Zhao Shouzheng immediately felt ashamed, kowtowed to Zhao Kuangyin vigorously and said, "I've embarrassed my ancestors, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint our ancestors."

    "No, Grandpa Taizu said that it is fitting that our family's literary fortune will be prosperous. He has already obtained the examination questions for Qiuwei of this year from Wenquxingjun." Zhao Hao said, taking out a piece of paper from his sleeve and folding it.  He took the yellow paper and bowed three times to Grandpa Taizu with both hands, then handed it to Zhao Shouzheng, and told him very solemnly: "Grandpa Taizu has spoken in advance. This thing can only be viewed by you alone. If it is known to a second person before the exam,  , not only will the test questions be inaccurate, but it will also bring disaster to my Zhao family!"

    "I know, I know." Zhao Shouzheng took the yellow paper tremblingly, kowtowed to his ancestors again, and then opened it tremblingly, and saw a line of fonts on it that looked like ghost drawings, which could vaguely be seen as a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius"  :

    ¡®Zigong asked about politics.  Confucius said: If you have enough food and soldiers, the people will trust you.  ¡¯

    "It's so simple" Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but marveled. Unexpectedly, it was not a cross-section question, but a big question that had not been asked in many years!

    "Shh." Zhao Hao made a silent gesture towards him, then picked up the candlestick and said, "Father, just burn it if you remember it. Remember that the Dharma cannot be passed down to six ears."

    "Understood." Zhao Shouzheng took one more look at the original text of the "Analects of Confucius" and burned the yellow paper to ashes.

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

    "Okay, you can't let Taizu and my son down!" Zhao Shouzheng mustered up his energy. Since Taizu has shown his spirit?, what else is there to say?  Just roll up your sleeves and fuck hard!

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

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

    During this month, no one is allowed to set foot in the inner courtyard.

    To be sure, Gao Wu stood guard at the entrance of the inner courtyard, and thirty strong men from Caijiaxiang were on duty outside the small courtyard in separate shifts, patrolling day and night.

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

    Zhao Hao¡¯s strict and meticulous arrangements clearly conveyed to everyone the importance he attached to this matter.  From Gaowu to Qiaoqiao, and to all the nursing homes, everyone was very alert, lest there be any mistakes that would affect Mr. Zhao's plan to prepare for the exam.

    ??~~

    As a person involved, Zhao Shouzheng did not dare to slack off.  From the day he entered the hospital, he plunged into his study and pondered the article day and night, forgetting sleep and food.

    You must know that eight-part essays are different from ordinary articles, and the examination of the literary quality of the writer is secondary.  It also focuses on examining the writer's proficiency in the meaning of the classics, and has many restrictions on the content of the writing. First, the viewpoint must be the same as Zhu Xi's; secondly, each paragraph of the article must adhere to a fixed format, even the number of words.  Strict restrictions.  In particular, the starting, middle, back and closing parts require strict correspondence, which is similar to parallel prose, but has stricter requirements for the complexity and simplicity of words and the level of tones.

    This kind of composition is like "making a dojo in a snail shell", and it is naturally extremely difficult. Without the guidance of famous teachers and repeated hard practice for more than ten years, it is impossible to make a decent eight-legged essay.  But for the examiner, the more points required, the easier it will be to judge.  Because almost all candidates will make more or less mistakes in their essays due to various reasons such as time constraints and poor academic performance.

    The examiner only needs to identify these fallacies, and based on their number, they can roughly rank the articles.  If a candidate can make no mistakes at all, he will definitely be selected; if he can write a little bit of new ideas, you must be the best candidate for this subject.

    If you want to make an analogy, ordinary essays are subjective questions that are influenced by the examiner's personal likes and dislikes, while eight-part essays are basically objective questions with clear answers and evaluation criteria.

    Therefore, as long as Zhao Shouzheng is given enough time and can check information at will, how could he not be able to write a high-scoring eight-part essay?

    He first spent a few days calming down to figure out the topic, and then looked through various high-level sermons to find inspiration from the experiences of others. It was not until the tenth day that he conceived an article.

    Then I thought about it over and over again, constantly revised it, and after several revisions, I finally finalized it on the twentieth day.

    Zhao Shouzheng spent the next ten days checking and revising word by word, not missing any flaw. Only when he thought the entire article was flawless did he let out a sigh of relief.

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

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

    Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, burned all the manuscripts he had written, and carefully checked the study. No more scraps of paper were left, then he smiled and said to Zhao Shouzheng: "There are still a few days left, father is resting and recuperating."  , I will pick you up when the time comes."

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