After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

If this goes on, let alone dealing with Qin Yan, such an important opportunity will end silently and without any result!

Seeing that time was running out, he could only wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and force himself to write.

He finished writing it almost at the moment the incense burned out.

This time, when the old gentlemen were selecting, Lin Bosheng did not arrange any programs. The students had nothing to distract their attention, and they couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They could only talk to others in a low voice.

Some people were talking about poetry, some were talking about Master Qinglan, and more people were discussing Lord Lin.

Qin Yan closed his eyes and rested. Many people who cared about him saw him like this and were unsure what he was thinking. However, a voice behind him reached his ears.

"I wasn't this nervous in the first two rounds. To think that Lord Lin, the prefect, personally set the questions, was it really a spur-of-the-moment decision? Why doesn't it feel like that?"

The people around him curled their lips: "You don't know this, right? I heard that Master Lin is interested in taking in a disciple!"

"Ah? Really fake?"

Many people came over and whispered in low voices, "Is the news reliable?"

The man raised his chin towards the front and said, "Why else do you think we're having such a grand ceremony today? Is it just to liven things up for everyone? Do you think every literary gathering could possibly invite so many scholars?"

When everyone heard this, they thought about it more and more and more excited. Some people also felt regretful, thinking that the poem they just wrote was not their best and that they did not perform well.

Qin Yan pretended not to hear, but He Shuyuan next to him also heard it. This was the first time he heard of such a thing!

Is it true that Lord Lin intends to recruit students based on poetry writing today?

He was not well-informed, but Mr. Zheng's student was sitting right next to him!

He looked at Qin Yan anxiously, but was too embarrassed to ask. What if he couldn't tell others about it? He would be embarrassed to do something that would embarrass others. Anyway, if what they said was true, they would know it soon.

Thinking about it this way, he wasn't very curious anymore.

I thought of Wang Yang.

He now remembered all the things that guy had done to Qin Yan before. If he remembered correctly, he was planning to become Master Lin's disciple.

He Shuyuan frowned and couldn't help but look at Qin Yan with worry in his eyes.

In the past, he and Wang Yang had a falling out and kicked everyone out of the provincial school. Given Wang Yang's face-consciousness and pettiness, the relationship between the two had become like water and fire, with no possibility of recovery.

I don’t know if Qin Yan has thought of this. Judging from the current situation, Wang Yang did not appear here today, and he might have other plans.

If Master Lin really accepts someone else as his apprentice, how will Wang Yang retaliate in the future?

He was so worried that he even lost interest in waiting for the gentlemen's comments.

There were quite a few poems this time, and the gentlemen took a little longer to read than before, but it was relatively quiet below.

They also clearly saw that the teachers were concentrating on reading a poem for a long time, with a half-smile on their faces, and some even had a faint gleam in their eyes.

Everyone had a vague feeling that this round might have a clear winner. What poem was it? Who wrote it? Was it a winner from the previous two rounds?

"Could it be Liu Yanming?"

"I guess it's Qin Yan."

"Maybe it's He Shuyuan again?"

"Who will announce it?" Finally, a teacher broke the tense atmosphere.

The teachers looked at each other and gave the position to Mr. Zheng without any prior agreement. Mr. Zheng did not refuse and stood up with the manuscript of the poem.

"This time, I directly declare the well-deserved number one - Qin Yan!"

The students were shocked and couldn't help but press the button to hear what he wrote this time.

"I'll read this poem to everyone, please be quiet for a moment!"

Suddenly there was no sound from below.

"When scholars are full of vigor, the common people dig deep. When the pen is full of flowing water, the dry land people eat people! ... Use books to enlighten the people, use literature to knock on the door of talent... When the people know etiquette, the court will have many good ministers..."

After reading it, Mr. Zheng slowly put down the manuscript.

Many people were still in shock. When He Shuyuan came to his senses, he stared at Qin Yan in amazement, who looked calm.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter and applause rang out, and the students came back to their senses.

Qin Yan turned around and didn't recognize the person who was smiling.

The student stood up and looked at him with his eyes bright.

"Good poem! Good poem! Exquisite and refreshing! Like reading a thousand volumes! When I wrote, all I had in mind was fame and fortune. How shallow! What a poem that 'flows like a feast under the pen, while people in the dry land eat people'! What a poem that 'enlightens the people with books'! I admire you!"

After he finished speaking, he bowed, turned around, and left the table in a leisurely manner.

Qin Yan returned a half-salute towards his back.

Liu Yanming also came to his senses at this moment, otherwise he would have almost wanted to go up and take the poem directly from Mr. Zheng and take a closer look at it.

He also bowed to Qin Yan: "Passing down books to future generations will enlighten everyone. I admire you!"

No wonder it was given the first place directly. Firstly, there are probably several poems below that are not much different from it. Secondly, this poem is really a gem compared to the previous one.

Liu Yanming felt that this poem was the first place. If his poem could be selected as the second place, he didn't really want the teachers to read it. He just wanted to remember it and ask Qin Yan if he could make a copy for him after it was over.

Qin Yan smiled and shook his head without saying anything more.

He knew that the first half of his poem was eye-opening, but the fact that the latter part would enlighten everyone was indeed just a distant fantasy, but he did not regret writing him into his poem.

The writings of scholars include the past, the present, and naturally the future.

Liu Yanming had already gone to the front and asked several teachers to borrow Qin Yan's poems, but Fang Jin, who was sitting there, suddenly sneered.

"Qin Yan, your viewpoint is too shallow. It's just the thinking of a peasant. If everyone in the world could read, then reading would be the most worthless thing. There would be no difference between scholars and ordinary people. It would be easy for scholars to be noble. Then what would be the point of reading?"

Qin Yan's emotions were originally calm, but when he heard this, his brows immediately frowned.

"What you said is illogical. Scholars are also human beings. Why do they have to be more noble than others?"

Fang Jin hated his tone the most. He was obviously an educated man, but he had the same ideas as Fang Tong, who couldn't even read a single word. What good was it for such a person to be educated?

He raised his chin. "Whether it's noble or not is not up to you to decide. If it weren't noble, there wouldn't be the saying 'scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans'. This is the truth. If you don't admit it, does it mean it doesn't exist?"

Qin Yan turned his wheelchair and faced Fang Jin through the crowd. Everyone else, including the teachers, remained silent, waiting quietly to see how he would answer.

The other teachers looked at Mr. Zheng, and seeing that he didn't say anything, they watched quietly as well. Lin Bosheng had no intention of stopping him.

Qin Yan asked in return: "What is a scholar?"