Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

One autumn rain and one cool, and after entering September, the rain has shed a few times.

As usual, Meng Zhen got up early and practiced sword in the courtyard for a while, and then rushed to the academy non-stop after breakfast.

Compared with home, the academy is much cleaner and more comfortable.

The students in the school didn't point and point behind him as before, and some even talked to him actively. Everything was developing in a clear direction.

After the morning class, he and Ah Qing went to the cafeteria for dinner.Ah Qing didn't dare to go to the table with him like when he first came to the academy. He ordered two identical meals, and Ah Qing sat next to him and ate with great relish.

While eating, Deng Bowen came over with the tableware, and Ah Qing tactfully moved it aside.

"Uncle Meng!" Deng Bowen greeted, smiled gently, and sat beside him.

Meng Zhen turned his head and said, "Nephew Deng Xian."

Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Master Zheng left a homework when class was over just now. In the afternoon class, everyone will do a parallel essay related to Double Ninth Festival.

Parallel prose is a style of writing that began in the Han and Wei dynasties and flourished in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.The article is mainly composed of double sentences, and the words and sentences pay attention to the antithesis and neatness, the rhyme is relatively flat, the rhythm is harmonious, the words are gorgeous, and the allusions are emphasized.

Parallel prose is not tested in the imperial examinations. The reason Zheng Fuzi asked them to write parallel prose is because the format of parallel prose is more or less related to stereotyped prose.

The requirements for the four parts of the eight-legged essay are extremely strict: the starting section, the middle section, the back section, and the bundle section. The two paragraphs in each section must be neatly opposed, similar to parallel essays.

For the stereotyped essay practice some time ago, Zheng Fuzi was quite satisfied with most of the students, but he couldn't let the students do stereotyped essay every day, and occasionally replaced it with similar parallel essays.

During the meal break, Deng Bowen and Meng Zhen chatted about the parallel essay that they were going to do in the afternoon.

"Uncle Mun, how are you preparing for the afternoon article?" Deng Bowen asked.

Meng Zhen shook his head, he was unprepared.

In his last life, all he dabbled in was Taoism. Although he had studied Confucianism when he was young, he gradually forgot all about it after he escaped into Taoism.

In today's life, making fuss is all related to Confucianism, and he can't cope with various styles of poems. Fortunately, his mind is not that dull. As long as he studies hard, he can still learn why.

He planned to meditate on the article assigned by his master when he returned to the classroom after dinner, but Deng Bowen brought it up at this moment.

Seeing that people were full of enthusiasm, he also asked: "Nephew Deng Xian is ready?"

Deng Bowen smiled and shook his head following his example.

Since both of them were unprepared, they happened to have a discussion while eating.

Although Deng Bowen is still young, he is far better than Mengzhen in making fuss.

The two started from the beginning of the article, talking about place names, human life, allusions, and parallel prose.

At this moment, Xu Jiaxing walked towards them.The two were talking excitedly and didn't notice him for a moment.

Xu Jiaxing shouted loudly: "Deng Bowen!"

Only then did Deng Bowen turn his head, and smiled lightly at the person: "What's the matter, Jiaxing?"

Xu Jiaxing sat down beside him unhappily, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious about what you are talking about, I called you several times and you didn't answer."

Deng Bowen felt a little guilty and said: "I'm sorry, just now I was discussing with Uncle Meng about the article to be done in the afternoon, and I was absorbed in it for a while, and I didn't hear you calling me. Don't mind." He rubbed Xu Jiaxing's hair while talking.

Xu Jiaxing blocked it with his hands: "Don't rub my head, it feels like teasing a cat, it's weird."

Deng Bowen just laughed and didn't speak any more.

Xu Jiaxing turned his gaze to Meng Zhen, after some consideration, he still greeted: "Grandpa Meng!"

The sound of "Grandpa" almost choked Deng Bowen to spit out the food he had just eaten.

He looked at Xu Jiaxing, not quite understanding: "Jiaxing, I call him Uncle Meng, but you call him Grandpa Meng. In this way, I am a generation older than you. Then should you call me Uncle Deng or Uncle Dun?"

The last sentence immediately caused Xu Jiaxing to roll his eyes, "I only called him Grandpa Meng because I saw that he was about the same age as my grandfather. You and I are about the same age. If I call you Uncle Deng, I'm not afraid of ruining your life."

During this period of time, the school was not so tit-for-tat with Meng Zhen, and some students even had a few words with him, Xu Jiaxing was one of them.

Sometimes when Xu Jiaxing sees Deng Bowen and Meng Zhen having a good conversation, he will come over and interject a few words. After getting along for a long time, he feels that Meng Zhen is not so heinous. he.

Today, he called out "Grandpa Meng".

Meng Zhen looked older than his grandfather, so it was okay for him to call him a grandfather.Xu Jiaxing thought, wondering why Deng Bowen said that.

Deng Bowen continued his words: "He is our classmate, no matter how much age difference there is, we should call him classmate Meng. It's just because he is my uncle's good friend, I call him Uncle Meng, but I don't realize it. It's abrupt. But you call someone grandpa, which is really old, so I said it was wrong. You should call me Uncle Mong like me. "

Xu Jiaxing muttered, thinking about whether to change his words, Meng Zhen suddenly raised his hand and said, "It's okay, you can call me anything, it's just a title, don't worry too much about it."

"Oh, good." Xu Jiaxing responded with a nana.

It happened that their meals were almost finished, and the three of them got up and went back to the classroom together.

Meng Zhen returned to his seat, closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about the parallel essay to be done in the afternoon.

Seeing him, Xu Jiaxing shook Deng Bowen's arm, "Why do you think he meditates every day, like a Taoist?"

Deng Bowen also looked at this side, and said with a smile: "Perhaps it is to cultivate the mind, the mind is calm, the mind is calm, the mind is clear, the mind is clear, the mind is clear, and the spirit is clear. Only when you are clear can you write good articles. So be it."

Xu Jiaxing looked straight at him, his eyes full of puzzlement: "What are you talking about? What is the relationship between doing a good essay and meditating? Don't you also meditate? Could it be that you can't write a good essay?" He looked around For a week, a dozen or so students were rustling in the classroom, all working hard on drafting articles.

"These people don't even meditate, which one is better than his writing." Xu Jiaxing pouted and was puzzled.

Deng Bowen didn't know how to argue with him, so he just pushed him and said, "It's just meditation, it's not like you and I are frizzy, talking too much will kill you."

Xu Jiaxing was pushed away by him, and walked away unhappily.

In the afternoon class, Mr. Zheng sat in the lecture hall, while the students below were scratching their heads and ears, biting their pens and meditating hard, trying to write beautiful articles.

A class approached two hours, Meng Zhen came out of the school, the sky was gloomy, and the cool wind was blowing, he wrapped his clothes tightly and got into his carriage.

In the next few days, Mr. Zheng asked them to start practicing rhythm and fu, which will be compulsory in the county examination next year. It is better to practice in advance than to cram.

Time passed day by day, and the leaves fell in the autumn wind. In just a few days, the days when the students wrote essays and prose were flourishing in the late autumn.

On September 25th, the Academy rested for a day.

Early in the morning, Meng Zhen was sitting in the study reading a book and reciting articles. Not long after, a female voice came into the yard: "Master Meng, is Master Meng at home?"

The window of the study room was propped wide open by a pole, Meng Zhen poked his head out and saw Matchmaker Cui walking over.

Why did she come here, and who is she talking to this time, Meng Zhen took off the pole while thinking.

Just as she was about to close the window, Matchmaker Cui twisted and walked under the window.

"Master Meng, long time no see, how are you?" Matchmaker Cui greeted with a smile.

The pole in Mengzhen's hand was not put down, nor was it opened. Matchmaker Cui waited for a long time without seeing his response, and then asked: "Master Meng, what's wrong? Is the pole in his hand broken? Do you want me to come in and help?" ?”

Meng Zhen hurriedly shook his head and propped up the pole again.

Matchmaker Cui turned and went into the room, saw a room full of books, and said with a smile: "Master Meng has worked so hard, and he will definitely be able to get a job in the exam in the future."

Meng Zhen didn't want to be polite to her, and asked directly: "I don't know why Matchmaker Cui is here today?"

Matchmaker Cui said with a smile: "As a matchmaker, I'm talking about getting married to your family. Is Meng Qing at home?"

It turned out to be a kiss to the boss.

Meng Zhen said: "I don't know if he is at home or not, since you have come to say goodbye to him, you can go to his room."

Matchmaker Cui said with a smile again: "Look at what Master Meng said, since I have come to your house, I have to come to see you first. I have several good marriages here, so you should also take a look and see which one is better. Suitable for your family Mengqing."

Meng really thought, it's not me getting married, what's the use of showing me, and was about to say no, when suddenly there was a voice from the door: "Father!"

The author says:

Parallel prose, from Baidu.