I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 230

Song Mu majored in Chinese language and literature. Apart from poetry, he was interested in the introduction to Chinese studies. At the same time, he was very interested in ancient literature, especially ancient Chinese literature.

Over the past few years, Song Muduo has been immersed in the sea of ​​books.

And the four words "advancing morality and cultivating education" left a deep impression on Song Mu.

It comes from Zeng Guofan's "Zeng Wenzheng Gong's Family Letter". Song Mu was inspired by his Chinese teacher since junior high school, and he read "Zeng Guofan's Family Letter" a lot.

For Zeng Guofan, Song Mu's opinion is simple, regardless of whether he was a mediocre person before the age of 30, or a saint after the age of 30, Song Mu loved his family letter the most.

Most of the above are Dundun teachings, very much like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and all the principles of doing good for his relatives and descendants.

And in this letter he wrote to his younger brothers, he described a very simple methodology of self-cultivation.

"We only have to develop morality, and we can rely on two things. To cultivate morality is to be filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, and vision. To cultivate career is to write poetry and prose. This is up to me. The ruler is my ruler, and the inch is my inch. and also."

"One point of virtue today will be counted as one liter of grain; one point of karma tomorrow will be counted as one penny left over. If both virtue and karma increase, family privacy will rise. As for fame and wealth, it is all determined by destiny, and you can't control it at all."

To put it simply, wealth and honor are destined, but self-cultivation lies in oneself.

Song Mu dare not completely agree with this, but the truth during the period is also very interesting.

The so-called self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world can actually be explained clearly from this.

At every moment, pay attention to the cultivation of morality, so that in the future, we can talk about state affairs and world affairs on the temple.

Therefore, instead of extending the writing from various virtues, it is better to turn the discussion of virtue into a methodology for virtue, that is, how to cultivate virtue in time, and then extend it.

Song Mu had enough thoughts in his mind at the moment, so he let out a sigh of relief, stretched himself, and then quickly held up a sign to ask for respect.

Seeing Song Mu's actions, the soldiers standing in front of Song Mu immediately stepped up a few steps. Hearing the request, he summoned the servants and sent Song Mu to pay his respects.

When he was about to leave, the soldier glanced at Song Mu's table, and he just wrote a line or two on the draft paper, and pouted immediately.

He turned his head to look at Song Mu's still dignified appearance, and sighed a little more.

Could it be that this young and overly young scholar is a rich man from some other family, who thought the rural examination was so simple, but now it seems that he didn't even write a single question.

The township examination is a three-day and two-night examination, because it is in midsummer, the sun is hot in the daytime, the heat is unbearable, and the mosquitoes and insects are soaring at night, it is hard to guard against.

If a person stays in that cramped test house for a long time, he will feel very depressed.

So generally speaking, most of the people seized the time and answered the questions quickly when they were in good condition.

But this guy actually wasted several hours of the first day without doing anything.

The soldier sighed that the scholar was miserable, and he was afraid that he would just come to the examination room to be a stepping stone for others, but Song Mu let out a long breath, his thoughts were clear, and Song Mu even felt that the scorching heat in front of him was nothing.

Completely emptying his body and mind, Song Mu sat back in the examination room again, relieved a bit of the heat, and took out the answer sheet from the oiled paper bag.

Spreading it on the table, Song Mu quietly studied the ink, and at the same time organized the words in his mind for the last time.

There were waves of talent fluctuations coming from the surrounding test houses, and the literary stars on the altar were also constantly shaking, and the literary and green lights were blooming all around.

Song Mu began to write.

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"Old Yutou, you old fellow, don't you need to see your grandson today?"

Outside the examination hall, it was already sunset, and a lot of time had passed since the start of the examination.

On the contrary, the number of people outside the examination institute not only did not decrease, but even increased a lot. Officers and soldiers continued to maintain order, and there was also an official who shuttled through the crowd to persuade those who came later not to squeeze forward.

"Yeah, my son came back from school today, so I can take it easy and take a look."

An old man dressed plainly and with a kind face had placed a recliner chair under an osmanthus tree. He was shaking a cattail fan and talking with an old man sitting on a chair next to him.

"I think you've thought about it a long time ago. You want to see the vision of the talented man this time?"

The old man who was talking to him pierced Old Yu's small thoughts with a single sentence, but Old Yu didn't feel embarrassed, on the contrary he was content and choked the other party.

"It's the same with you, too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the old man continued talking.

"In the past two years, I have suffered from backaches and lack of energy. I have tried all kinds of medicine and supplements. The doctor told me to come here to watch the ceremony and try my luck. I hope it will be of some use."

Old Yutou explained the reason on his own, and the old Liantou also nodded and said.

"It's the same for me. I have suffered from severe rheumatism in the past two years. It was a rainy day a while ago, and it was a bone-eating pain. My old lady asked me to come here, saying that if there are great poems and essays that can be born and nourished, it will be better than me. Everything is fine!"

"It's just that it's quite exhausting to stay here all night."

The two laughed immediately, and the other people standing next to him also had different expressions when they heard that, so they looked towards the examination institute excitedly.

The charm of the Wenchao exam can be said to be the ultimate expression here. The common people are flocking to it. If it is bigger, it is to witness the prosperity of the Wen Dynasty. If it is smaller, it is a tangible benefit.

The township examination and examination institute is already the limit that ordinary people can get close to. The examination and ceremonies are mostly the treatment that Chang'an people can enjoy. As for the palace examination and ceremonies, only the princes and nobles, the son of heaven and the mother of the country can enjoy it.

Everyone also knows best that the best time for the three-day exam is the day and night of the first day, when scholars are full of energy and energy, and most of the articles and poems they write are not bad.

Since the exam started today, the text stars in the examination hall have flickered many times, but only the green light flickered, and no red light appeared yet.

This made everyone a little tired, but most of them just sat down on the spot and waited for something good to happen tonight.

"I don't know what will happen this year. The last time I came, there were only three red glows, but the articles I wrote were of no benefit to us."

The sun had already set, and the earth finally ushered in a bit of coolness. Lao Yutou and Lao Liantou were eating dinner brought by their family. At this moment, they moved a little to make room for a patient who was injured by a fall.

"That's right, the essays written by scholars are too mysterious. Sometimes you can't write a good essay even if you give them a good topic, and sometimes unsuitable topics can bring many benefits to us ordinary people."

"Think about the white hair turning into blue silk. I've only heard about it once in my life."

"For example, Lao Ge from Dongma Street went to Hangzhou 30 years ago to run goods. He said that he had seen a red glow in a township test. Everyone in a radius of ten miles was a few points. Now, he can still carry two bags of rice at a time!"

As Lao Yutou said this, his eyes were full of envy, but he unconsciously turned his gaze to the examination institute next to him, and muttered right now.

"I don't know if I can see it again."

Lao Liantou laughed a few times while eating, and said that it doesn't matter, people plan things, God makes things happen, and thinking too much will not help.

The time turned and it was Xu time in the evening. At this moment, the soldiers standing outside the examination room were holding torches in their hands. Among the people, there were officials who specially held oil lamps and burned incense to drive away insects, so that everyone could rest early on the spot.

Lao Yutou was lying on the recliner and shaking the cattail fan. The insect repellent incense next to him made people feel peaceful for a while. Lao Yutou looked at Lao Liantou who had fallen asleep next to him, and then glanced again at the examination hall surrounded by high walls.

He sighed lightly at the moment, and was about to close his eyes and rest.

Maybe when he wakes up, he will be blessed by Wen Li.

Old Yutou thought about it, but at this moment, an extremely low buzzing sound suddenly sounded.

Old Yutou opened his eyes suddenly, but saw a cyan light suddenly hitting him, and before he could cry out in surprise, several more came.

The people around woke up one after another, and they all got up and looked at it immediately.

Old Yu Tou also stood up quickly with a grunt, and a few green lights flashed, as if everything had returned to calm again, and everyone felt a false alarm when a red light flashed suddenly.

The next moment, an indescribable premonition came to my heart.

The cattail leaf fan in Lao Yutou's hand fell with a clatter, his eyes widened in an instant, and he spoke immediately.

"It's done, this time...it's done."

"Old Liantou, it's done."

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(End of this chapter)