Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 540 School Examination

The monk came forward, said a few words to the lecturer, and pointed at Song Ying and others.

The lecturer glanced over here and pointed Song Yuan to go in with him.

Song Yuan was very worried. He felt that it was a mistake to let his sister accompany him. He didn't want to cut in line. He wanted to think about it again.

Although he was crying in his heart, Song Yuan still followed him in with a stern face and bowed: "Song Yuan greets the lecturer."

The furnishings in the wing room were very simple. Apart from a portrait of Zhu Xi, there was only a desk and two hemp mats.

The lecturer sat down on the hemp mat beside the desk and pointed across from him: "Sit down."

Seeing that the other party was sitting upright, Song Yuan also walked to the hemp mat, knelt on the ground with his knees together, and sat on his heels.

He secretly felt fortunate that Mr. Wang had taught them these basic etiquettes when they entered school, and had also required them to follow them during their studies. Over the years, their etiquettes had improved and they no longer sat down crookedly.

The lecturer took out the family declaration form he had filled out when he registered and looked at it carefully.

"You started your education at the Qinghuali Community School. You studied "Three Hundred Thousands," "Youxue Qionglin," "Sound and Rhythm Primer," "Analysis of Ancient Prose," "Poems of a Child Prodigy," "The Great Learning," and "The Analects of Confucius." Well, your foundation is decent..."

After watching Song Yuan study, the lecturer looked at the essay he had brought with him and said, "The calligraphy imitates Yan style. The direction is right, but the essence has not been grasped yet. I need to practice more."

Song Yuan respectfully agreed, and eagerly waited for the lecturer to comment on his question, but the lecturer put it aside, rubbed his temple, and said, "Let's start with the simplest one, adding a character."

The examination is about to begin. What are the questions?

Song Yuan was anxious, but he didn't dare to ask, so he just said, "Please ask the teacher to test it."

"water."

Song Yuan said without hesitation, "Mountain!"

"Green water."

"Qingshan!"

"A bay of green water."

"Thousands of green mountains!"

"The wind ripples the green water."

"Clouds cover the thousand-foot green mountains!"

The lecturer raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and continued: "The spring breeze wrinkles the green water."

Song Yuan still didn't hesitate, "Evening clouds block the thousand-foot green mountains!"

"You have a good talent for poetry." The lecturer praised him. He hadn't met a child who could speak without thinking for many years.

The lecturer couldn't help but become interested and said, "Red."

"white!"

"Red plum."

"Snow!"

"A tree of red plums."

“Thousands of mountains are covered with snow!”

"A red plum tree with cold fragrance."

"Thousands of mountains are covered in white snow!"

"The snow reflects the cold fragrance of a red plum tree."

"The wind blows the snow-covered mountains!"

The lecturer looked at Song Yuan as if he had found a treasure, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, "The snow reflects the cold fragrance, and the red plum tree competes for the warm color."

"The wind blows the white snow, and the snow on the thousands of mountains casts a pure soul."

"Good!" The lecturer praised again, his voice so loud that Song Ying and others outside could hear it.

The Li family members expressed their joy with their eyes. Song Yuan behaved very well.

Inside the room, the lecturer asked another question: "Three."

Song Yuan shook his head, "No."

The narrator was confused. He had been able to solve the previous difficult problems without thinking, but now he was shouting that he didn't know how to do it when he just started.

He looked at Song Yuan suspiciously, "Don't you want to think about it carefully?"

Song Yuan shook his head and said honestly, "I can't think of it."

The lecturer was dumbfounded. "You answered the previous ones so quickly, how come you can't answer this one?"

Song Yuan looked innocent: "I can do the previous one, but not this one."

The lecturer frowned and tried a few more questions before he realized that the kid was a quick wit. Such a person could write an article or poem in one stroke, but if he encountered something he didn't know, he couldn't utter a single word.

Then he examined the judgment again and became more certain of his guess.

He raised his eyes, looked at Song Yuan, and said gently: "You are a person with quick wits. You must be more diligent in your daily studies and read widely. Only then can you write a good essay in the exam hall in the future without any mistakes."

"Thank you for your guidance, lecturer." Song Yuan responded respectfully, but he was worried. So, what was the outcome of the essay?

Afterwards, the lecturer examined the oral meaning of Song and Yuan's "The Great Learning" and "The Analects of Confucius". Song and Yuan were still the same. They understood the text without thinking, but could not recall a single word of the text they did not understand.

However, his foundation was pretty solid, and he knew most of the questions, with only one or two that he couldn't answer.

After the examination, the lecturer was quite satisfied. His solid foundation showed that he was willing to work hard and he had quick wits, so he was trainable.

He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. The lecture on the Analects will start in three days. Don't be late."

This is passed!

Song Yuan was so ecstatic that he managed to calm down with great difficulty and avoid being rude.

He stood up and bowed respectfully before turning to walk out. When he was almost at the door, he stopped again. He was still thinking about the policy paper.

He gritted his teeth and asked hesitantly, "Lecturer, what's your question?"

The lecturer followed his gaze, looked at the paper under his hand, and said with a smile, "Yuan Qing must have polished it for you."

Song Yuan blushed, "How did you figure it out so quickly?"

Jiang Lang chuckled. As a teacher, how could he not recognize his student's writing style? "That's nothing. Who coming to take the exam hasn't asked someone to write for them before?

Yuan Qing has previously told me about you and Zhao Ziliang. Study hard and let your classmate come in after you leave. I'll finish the exam sooner so you can go back sooner."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment and responded respectfully. He thought that the lecturer accepted him because Yuan Qingge had interceded for him in advance, and he felt very disappointed. But not long after, Zhao Ziliang walked out with a disappointed look on his face, but he was not accepted.

Only then did he have some guesses. Brother Yuan Qing probably just told the lecturer about their situation in advance, asking him to give them more chances. As for whether they could pass, it would ultimately depend on their respective knowledge.

Aunt Meihua was very disappointed and didn't understand. Her son had studied Confucian classics with Mr. Wang and could write eight-part essays, but he hadn't read all the books of Song and Yuan Dynasties or the Four Books. Why did he pass the Song and Yuan Dynasties but her son failed?

Immediately, she remembered that when Zhaifu was talking to that gentleman about them, he pointed in this direction, and she couldn't help but sigh. Whether that gentleman was doing this for the sake of Song Ying, the genius doctor, or for the sake of Yuan Qing, they were all connections of the Song family.

After leaving the academy, Li and others finally didn't have to suppress their joy. They hugged Song Yuan, their beloved grandson, and kept calling him "good grandson", praising him to the sky and on earth.

Fortunately, there were many families who had passed the exam at the entrance of the academy today, and they came out in the same manner, so they did not attract too much attention.

After praising Song Yuan, Li said to Song Ying, "Since you two will be living close to each other in the future, you should take better care of your brother. He is a boy and doesn't know how to do small things like washing clothes and cooking.

You can still eat in the cafeteria, and as his sister, you have to help him wash his clothes.

They are scholars who are very particular about clothing and should dress cleanly and decently. You should come and pick up your dirty clothes every two or three days. You live near the lake, so it is very convenient to wash clothes. Just wash them frequently. Even if they are that dirty, just rub them twice."