Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 51 Extreme Challenge 4v4
In a sense, there is no essential difference between literary fighting and physical fighting. That's why those long-famous masters in martial arts novels generally don't take action easily. It's because once they take action, it would be meaningless to win over an unknown boy. After all, the master has been "famous for a long time", but if he loses the battle, then the reputation he has accumulated over the years will be wiped out overnight.

This kind of thing is harmful to the master, and there is a saying in this literary duel, that is, there is no age limit in writing, and the most experienced ones come first. Not participating is cowardly and seeking fame, so basically participating is to accumulate reputation for the younger generation.

Now the four talented men had recovered from their shock and turned to look at Lao Zhang, but Lao Zhang was chatting and laughing with a student in the academy and didn't pay any attention to their embarrassment.

Yes, of course he wouldn't care. When he formed the group there, he blatantly told the four of them that they were here to form a group to refresh the dungeon experience of "Number One in the World". But who knew that after they came, the four talented men from the south of the Yangtze River became the experience copies of others.

But there was no other way now, so they had to go ahead anyway. So the four of them went up with resentment in their hearts, and they fought against the four talented young men from the academy in poetry, policy essays, arithmetic, and military tactics.

This was really exciting. The fellow villagers who had just had lunch gathered here again. After having eaten their fill, they had energy and naturally began to cheer for the children from their hometown. The four children looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. They were dressed simply and their faces were red from the cold. They did not look like anyone who was particularly capable.

"Then let's get started." Xia Lin raised his chin, and then said to the academic officer, "Master Qiu, my four students are good at different things. Zhu Qi is good at poetry and prose, has a good inspiration and talent, likes to read books and is well-versed in history and the present, so let him take the literature subject. Tang Yang, this kid is smart and agile, so let him take the policy essay subject. Song Chen is old-fashioned, works seriously, and has a clear understanding of words and numbers, so let him take the arithmetic subject. Zhou Huan, who is brave and aggressive but barely can be considered both wise and brave, let him take the military subject. What do you think, Master?"

Scholar Qiu smiled and nodded, saying, "Since I am your student, I will do as you say."

After saying this, he turned to look at the four great talents from Jiangnan: "I wonder how you are doing?"

What else can we do? Of course we have to go. If we run away from the battlefield, we will lose face and the battle. Anyway, these guys will definitely not be able to beat them. It's just that we will be labeled as the big bullying the small and the strong defeating the weak, which is not so nice.

So these four talented men began to compete against the country scholar in the subjects they were good at, and began to fight against each other in these four subjects.

Qiu Xueshi began to give each of the eight people in the two groups a topic. There was no limit on the literary talent section, so they were allowed to express themselves freely, and anything was acceptable. But when it came to the policy essay section, they were given a drastic measure, with the topic weighing the pros and cons of the imperial examination and discussing the root causes of the reform of the imperial examination system.

Arithmetic was simple. The bachelor had some knowledge. He gave them two geometry problems and two accounting problems. In an era without formulas, these two problems were extremely difficult, and they also required the proof process. Mathematics has always been the same from ancient times to the present. If you can't write a policy paper or a poem, you can still make up something. But if you can't write mathematics, then you really can't write it. You can sit there and chew the pen and swallow it. If you can't write it, there is no way.

The final military strategy subject had both sides simulate on a temporary sand table the Battle of Kalagan five years ago, in which the Wei army was defeated and the northern barbarians advanced 700 miles. Zhou Huan held the Wei army flag, while the other talented man named Liao Tong held the barbarian army flag.

The four fights officially began. Xia Lin pointed at the villagers and they fell silent. He then sat down next to Mr. Qiu with a gift box and began to introduce the specialties of Xinping Township to him.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the already gloomy weather suddenly started snowing. It was sunny two days ago, so the sudden heavy snow today was quite unexpected.

Snowflakes were flying everywhere, but everyone was standing there and refused to disperse. The people on the stage were standing still in the heavy snow, their minds were focused on the article, their hands were even red but they didn't care.

Xia Lin sat there with his arms folded. Chun Tao came forward and put a coat on him. Xia Lin then put it on the officer Qiu next to him and said, "Master, it's cold, take care of yourself."

Mr. Qiu nodded to Xia Lin to show his gratitude, and Xia Lin turned around to look at Chuntao, who immediately stuck out her tongue playfully and hurried back to get another one to put on him.

At this moment, he saw Lao Zhang not far away shivering with cold, gesturing at him and saying, "My, my, I'm freezing to death."

Xia Lin spat to the side: "Shit!"

The competition was drawing to a close soon. The first person to hand in his paper was Song Chen from the Math Department. This seemingly dull young man was surprisingly efficient. Qiu Xueguan took a look at his math answer and reasoning process, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Induction? Oh my... This is a good idea, this is great, why didn't I think of it." After saying that, he looked up at the young man with great approval, and then asked: "How did you think of using induction to solve the problem?"

Song Chen was honest and didn't know how to answer, so he looked up at Xia Lin. Xia Lin got anxious at that time: "Answer me, Bachelor, why are you looking at me? Is there something written on my face?"

"Replying to the scholar... our Lord Xia has written a question bank, which contains the solution ideas for 72 types of major questions. It is said that there are thousands of changes in mathematics, but they all follow the same rules. When you encounter a problem, you can just use the right strategy to solve it."

Scholar Qiu slowly turned his head to look at Xia Lin, and Xia Lin said embarrassedly: "Oh, it's just a trifle, just a trifle."

"Xia Xiangzheng, this arithmetic is not a trivial skill. It covers everything from the national treasury to the deployment of troops and generals, to the government accounts and the livelihood of the people. I wonder..." Scholar Qiu paused when he said this, and his tone was a little embarrassed: "I wonder if I can borrow this exercise bank to take a look?"

"What are you borrowing? Giving you a copy is just a small thing."

After Xia Lin finished speaking, he glanced at Song Chen and said, "Go, get a new one and give it to Scholar Qiu."

Song Chen hurried into the room and took out a book. After receiving the exercise book, Mr. Qiu was also surprised. The font on it was not copied but printed. Not only was it printed, but it was also printed extremely beautifully, with a clean layout, clear fonts, thick and smooth paper, which was completely different from the books seen on the market.

Scholar Qiu flipped through a few articles. He was not only shocked by the content but also by the quality of the book. He even felt his hands trembling. Why can't people in this world afford to read books? One of the reasons is that books are expensive. Books in this world are reproduced by two ways: hand copying and photocopying. However, both are undoubtedly cumbersome, time-consuming and laborious. The articles printed by photocopying are blurry and extremely filthy. Although the price is cheap, it is really not easy to use.

But this... this... this... where in the world can one find such clear printing technology? It is even clearer and neater than the copy.

However, Qiu Xueguan was a smart man. He just put away the book silently, then gently bowed to Xia Lin to thank him, and then continued to sit there as if nothing had happened.

Xia Lin smiled and didn't say anything else. From Qiu Xueguan's expression just now, he knew that he had achieved his goal.

The reason why the Four Crossings of the Chishui River became a miracle in human strategy and tactics is because the core idea was to command the enemy. Now Xia Lin also used the same idea. What he wanted was to command and dispatch others and even the entire family group to serve him, using small gains to achieve big results.

After all, if he wanted to promote his own movable type printer by himself, it would be like a fantasy, but what if he let his enemy promote it for him? Hehe...

Let the bullet fly a little longer.

At this moment, the second person to hand in his paper appeared. They were the two people from the literary talent section. As long as one's literary talent was not nonsense, one could praise him. But when Zhu Qi's paper was handed in, Qiu Xueguan was obviously stunned. This parallel prose... these quotations from classics, these flying sounds and colors, although not as fluent and natural as the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, it was obvious that they were from the same school.

Let’s look at Liang Shengwen, who is known as the talented man from the south of the Yangtze River...well, he’s not bad.

Very good and OK, in fact, the superiority has been determined, but Qiu Xueshi is smart and said: "Both articles are brilliant. If you really want to find some faults, Liang Caizi's article is too mature and lacks some spirit. Zhu Qi's article has spirit and charm, but it is a little immature."

It sounds like both of them will be punished with thirty lashes, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is better and who is worse. Liang Shengwen blushed after hearing this, and walked away with only a cold snort.

(End of this chapter)