The Daily Life of a Rich Peasant's Boy in the Imperial Examination

It is impossible to write poetry, not in this lifetime.

But seeing that the students looked eager to try, he knew that they had long wanted to show off their literary talent in front of Sun Shan.

Which teenager doesn’t like to show off, and which teenager doesn’t want to be praised.

Among the eight scholars, only one was slightly older.

The rest are between their teens and twenties, which is the prime time of their youth.

Sun Shan smiled and said, "Well said, Instructor. All the literary stars of Yuanlu are gathered here today. How can we not write poetry?"

Then I thought that after a while, it would be time for the autumn harvest.

Then he said: "Red lotus shadows fall, the pond is clean, the fragrance of green rice fills the wild paths. Red lotus shadows fall, the rice fragrance is ripe. Everyone, the rice in the fields will be ripe in a few days. Why don't you write a poem on the theme of "Autumn Harvest"? "

Although Du Mu's poem does not mainly describe the scene of autumn harvest.

But the sentence "The lotus flowers have faded, and the rice has ripened" describes the natural law, which Sun Shan particularly appreciates.

When the scholar heard the topic was "Autumn Harvest", they looked at each other.

The rumor that Lord Sun likes farming is indeed true.

Not only did he develop a rice experimental field base outside the city, he even wrote poems about agriculture.

Emma, ​​fortunately everyone thought of this before. Smart people have been prepared for it.

Wang Jiaxing naturally thought of poems with the theme of "Autumn Harvest", especially on the way back, when the rice fields were about to mature.

After lurking around Sun Shan for so many days, I realized that Lord Sun’s love for farmland is not just superficial, but comes from the bottom of his heart.

I saw him taste bird droppings with my own eyes, wow~~~if this isn’t love, then what is it?

So before attending this banquet, I pondered at home and finally guessed that Mr. Sun would use "agriculture" as the topic. Especially the recent sensational "rice production increase" incident, which made me more certain that Mr. Sun would ask questions in this direction.

Haha, see, the question is about "rice".

Wang Jiaxing smiled proudly and once again praised his own intelligence!

He was indeed a top scholar and guessed the question easily.

Wang Jiaxing's eyes rolled around, thinking that after the scholar banquet was held at home, he would immediately run to Chenzhou Prefecture and ask around to find out who set the questions and who graded the papers at Yuelu Academy.

Then find out the examiner's personality and behavior, and guess the questions.

Haha, he just doesn’t believe that he can’t pass the exam.

Although the other scholars were not as familiar with Sun Shan as Wang Jiaxing, they had all heard that Mr. Sun was promoting "guano to increase rice production", so they all developed in the direction of agriculture.

Now that the topic is "Autumn Harvest", Xiucai Gong is not surprised at all.

It would be a surprise if the title was not "Agriculture".

Nowadays, in Yuanlu, everyone from three years old to eighty years old knows about Mr. Sun’s “Rice Experimental Field Base” and that he is promoting “guano”.

Haha, fortunately Mr. Sun did not use "bird droppings" as the topic, otherwise they would definitely not be able to do it.

When the instructor called the scholar, he looked confident and said, "Wang Xiucai, you are ranked first this time. Please sing a song for everyone first."

Wang Jiaxing did not refuse at all. He stood up confidently, bowed and said, "Sir, Teacher, then I will start by giving you a poem to inspire you and the scholars."

Teacher Deng glanced at Wang Jiaxing and then at Sun Shan. It was true that one should look at a man with new eyes after three days of absence.

Although Mr. Wang was very confident in the past, he was nowhere near as confident as he is today.

Results mean everything, and they also make candidates feel excited.

Since being on the list, Wang Jiaxing has become more and more energetic.

His words were full of the success of a superior. He looked like a young and promising person.

Compared with before, Teacher Deng still admired it quite a lot.

Young people should be full of vigor and enthusiasm.

County Magistrate Wang looked at his eldest nephew and nodded with satisfaction.

He secretly glanced at Sun Shan, who was as calm as water, and couldn't help but sigh.

This Lord Sun is indeed quite capable.

His political achievements are not yet apparent, but he is a top teacher.

My eldest nephew has only been taught by him for a few months, but his grades have improved so much. If he continues for a few more years, he might even become a Jinshi.

My father and second brother at home are still thinking about whether they should bribe Jun Yazi with a large sum of money to make him become Sun Shan's disciple.

Sun Shan was not saying that Jun Yazi was smart, he was not stupid at all, he was just lazy and not diligent, so he could not study.

If he became Sun Shan's disciple, Jun Yazi might become the second Xing Yazi.

Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Wang immediately shook his head.

It’s not that Sun Shan is not good at teaching, but that Sun Shan is not interested in teaching. He prefers to be busy in the fields.

When they first arrived in Yuanlu, one valued education, the other focused on farmland. At first, I thought Sun Shan was focused on education, but later I realized he was focused on "agriculture."

The Wang family’s request will be rejected, if not 100%, at least 99.99% of the time.

County Magistrate Wang told his father and second brother to give up and instead urge Jun Yazi to study hard, as it was impossible for him to become Sun Shan's disciple.

Sun Shan didn't even accept Xing Yazi as his disciple, let alone Jun Yazi.

Wang Jijun, who was hiding in the corner, was frightened to death when he heard that he was going to become Sun Shan's disciple.

Fortunately, a kind uncle stepped in to stop it, and Wang Jijun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He also secretly vowed to listen to his uncle more in the future and not make him angry. After all, his uncle was the best to him.

Wang Jiaxing took the lead and sang, "Sir, my poem is called "Rice Waves".

Thousands of waves of rice roll across the earth in autumn, and golden waves ripple across the fields.

The iron-backed ones compete to get in the sun, and the silver sickles cut the moon as they rush to climb the tower.

The full granaries sound the drum of a good harvest, while those carrying heavy loads still hum soft tunes.

Every grain of rice is filled with the bitterness of clouds and rain, and in the shadow of the setting sun, thousands of people hang their heads.

(This is a creation of mine, just for your enjoyment, haha!)

After saying this, he looked at Sun Shan confidently, like a proud peacock spreading its tail.

What could Sun Shan say? He couldn't appreciate it enough.

He could only say encouragingly, "Well done, Mr. Wang. Outside the city, rice fields are now adjacent to each other, and the waves of rice are surging, which is very appropriate to the scene. Well done."

The magistrate said it was a good idea, and others also complimented him.

As for whether it is good or not, no one knows.

Perhaps only Teacher Deng present could appreciate it. Old hands like County Magistrate Wang, who had been immersed in officialdom for many years, had long since left the ranks of poetry writers.

They are not frustrated literati, so where do they have the spare time to lament the autumn and the moon?

Grassroots workers like them are very busy.

After Wang Jiaxing finished reciting the poem, the next scholar took over and wrote a poem.

Sun Shan, Teacher Deng and others commented on each candidate one by one. No matter how the performance was, they would summarize it with just one word "not bad", and at the same time encourage the candidates to keep working hard and strive to move up.

At the end of the banquet, Sun Shan presented the scholar with 10 taels of silver, and Teacher Deng presented the scholar with 5 taels of silver.

This part of the whole process was the most painful for Sun Shan.

After I got back, I couldn't even eat dinner. All I could think about was: money, my money, why did it leave me so easily? I was so sad and heartbroken that I cried.