A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 166 Hey, isn’t this Brother Bo Bing? (Part )

Song Xuan took the bail and left the house.

He could feel Fan Zhongyan's deep love for him.

In other words, without realizing it, Song Xuan had been burdened with the expectations of others.

This expectation is a feeling that his parents never gave him.

Then he stood at the door and turned back and said, "Dean, if you are not in a hurry, don't build the house first."

"how?"

Fan Zhongyan was quite moved and said:
"Could it be that this horse archer in front of me has realized his mistake and wants to give a larger share of the profits to the academy?"

Song Xuan's mouth twitched twice: "That's obviously impossible. An agreement is an agreement."

"But I'm saying that when the government repairs the river, they'll definitely dig up a lot of river sand. Dean, you can ask for it then. If you use rammed earth for the foundation, you can save a lot of money."

“That’s my little trick for saving money.”

The compacted lime cement floor is hard and flat, and has a certain moisture-proof function.

The floor of the house will not become bumpy when you step on it.

"Okay, I get it, get lost."

"I'll be content if this horse archer doesn't cause me any trouble in the future. This is more effective than the little trick he said to save money."

Song Xuan wanted to open his mouth to refute, but closed it again.

Anyway, it felt good to show off at that time, who would have thought it would turn out like this.

Fan Zhongyan urged him to go back and study hard, and Song Xuan didn't need to worry too much about such matters.

After Song Xuan left, Fan Zhongyan finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song Xuan went to call Sun Fu.

I hope he takes care of himself and doesn't grow up to be like Kong Yiji.

Then he returned to the classroom with Zhang Fangping.

As soon as Song Xuan entered the door, he heard someone calling him:

"Horse Archer~Song Xuan?"

"Puff puff."

Hearing the sound, Song Xuan glanced over and saw Wang Tai laughing there.

"You're a jerk."

"Did you tell the teacher about my matter?"

Seeing Wang Tai laughing so arrogantly, Song Xuan approached him and performed a throat-slitting gesture, while whispering coldly into Wang Tai's ears:

"I am the horse archer Song Xuan, are you dissatisfied?"

Wang Tai recalled Song Xuan's kick.

He was immediately choked by his own saliva.

Coughing non-stop.

When Song Xuan sat down, Zhu Yu looked at the book and asked:
"Shi Er Lang, are you not hurt?"

"No, I didn't do anything. Don't listen to Wang Tai's nonsense."

"Ah."

Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Song Xuan's answer.

When Master Wang Zhu came in, he stared at Song Xuan with a sinister smile:

"Hey, isn't this Song Xuan, the famous horse archer from Yingtian Prefecture?"

Song Xuan felt numb after hearing this, and said dejectedly:
"Yes, I am the horse archer Song Xuan. Please feel free to tell me what you have to say!"

"Are you very proud of yourself?"

Wang Zhu snorted and chuckled, then threw out Song Xuan's Xikun-style homework:

"Look at what you wrote. Is your ability limited to your fists?"

After being scolded by Master Wang, Song Xuan became even more angry.

He knows very well that if you are not good at this, you should practice this operation more.

"Song Twelve, don't be so unconvinced. I taught you to take the imperial examination, not to pick up your fists and fight those hooligans on the street. You have no future!"

"I understand."

"As long as you understand."

Wang Zhu put his hands behind his back and said, "The entrance exam can't be compared to the shodo exam. Don't be careless!"

"Master, I will try my best."

Song Xuan also understood that if he continued to adopt the same attitude as the Song family private school, it would definitely not work.

These people have all experienced the imperial examination, and most of them have successfully taken this path.

Even if he didn't get the top spot in the imperial examination, he was still one of the best scholars in the Song Dynasty.

The number of students who failed the exam was too large!

"Ah."

Wang Zhu responded and went to check on the other students.

He was also a little worried.

Song Xuan was used to living in the countryside, and his parents ignored him.

Growing up so freely, he has a very casual personality and likes to act on impulse.

How can this be done?
As his teacher in the future, Wang Zhu believed that he must severely curb Song Xuan's prestige.

You can't have a good attitude towards him.

We must be strict!
Otherwise, this guy would just keep taking advantage of the situation and laugh at you!
In the end, it was Song Twelve's future that was delayed.

How is it possible?

Like Fan Zhongyan, Wang Zhu knew that when he found a good seedling, he would fertilize it more and pound it more.

Otherwise it will grow crooked.

Prime Minister Wang Qinruo also had incredible talent, but he went astray.

Always wanting to climb up the social ladder, he focused all his attention on how to please the emperor and didn't care about governing the country at all.

If Song Xuan, this unpolished jade, was not in his hands, it would be fine, but he happened to be in his hands, so he had to be polished carefully and all the evil tendencies in him had to be polished away.

Zhu Yu glanced at Song Xuan with sympathy:
"Shi Er Lang, you have to hurry up. The exam is coming soon. Don't go out and play around."

"Thank you for reminding."

After Song Xuan opened his homework, he looked at the comments given to him by his teacher Wang Zhu and read them carefully.

The name of horse archer Song Xuan once again spread among Class A.

Wang Tai made an indelible contribution to this.

Anyway, he felt that he could not beat Song Xuan, so he might as well let more people know about it, so that Song Twelve would not be able to beat him alone.

As the head teacher of Class A, Wang Zhu is under a lot of pressure.

He collected everyone's letters of guarantee, and only Wang Yaochen did not need to take the exam.

Then I started giving lectures to everyone, trying to cover a few things, such as test-taking skills.

These are the insights he gained from his own exams.

I hope to be able to help my students.

Sun Fu somehow persuaded Fan Zhongyan to let him be a teacher in the academy, mainly lecturing on the Spring and Autumn Annals.

It can be considered as giving him a job to make a living.

After Sun Fu and Song Xuan expressed their gratitude, they helped his mother leave. The academy provided accommodation for the teacher.

Song Xuan held the corrected lecture notes and slumped in his chair, feeling somewhat dejected.
"I can write this collection of hymns, but it just can't satisfy the Master."

Zhang Fangping was even more devastated because his talent in this area was not as good as Song Xuan's.

Wang Zhu also did not let him go and criticized him harshly.

Warn Zhang Fangping to focus and not always think that he has enough talent and can be lazy.

If you don’t work harder, how can you possibly outperform people who are more talented than you?
"Twelfth Brother, I always thought that the two of us were quite talented in studying. I didn't expect that Master Wang would criticize us for being so untalented."

Song Xuan leaned back in his chair. "Neither you nor I have ever been nurtured by a family of scholars. No matter how well we write, it's like learning to walk by imitating others. What we write will be awkward and not smooth at all."

"Besides, can anyone really imitate Li Yifu's poems?"

Zhang Fangping now really wants to take a look at the test papers of those who passed the imperial examinations to see how they wrote them.

Unfortunately, there is no collection of college entrance examination essays now, and these things are generally not circulated outside.

At most, the top-scoring candidate's paper would be published by the chief examiner to let the world see his talent. After the Jin army captured Bianjing, a large number of Jinshi examination papers in the Northern Song Dynasty were burned, and most of them were lost.

"By the way, I went to see Dean Fan today, and he told me that the most important thing about Xikun style is the use of allusions."

"Using allusions?"

"Well, you have a photographic memory, so you probably remember more allusions than I do."

Song Xuan glanced at Zhang Fangping and said, "You have an advantage. There's no need to be so depressed."

"Ah."

Zhang Fangping responded.

The new member Wang Gui lives a very carefree life. He practices martial arts during the day to strengthen his muscles and bones, and sleeps in the store at night to guard the priceless lottery box.

As he witnessed winning the lottery with his own eyes, he realized how much trust Song Xuan had in him.

It can be said that Song Twelve directly handed his lifeline of making money into his own hands. If he had the intention to take away the two priceless transparent glass pieces, Song Xuan and others would probably not notice.

After sorting out the relationship here, Wang Gui realized how much trust Song Xuan had in him.

He was excited to continue practicing martial arts with Song Xuan, but unfortunately Song Xuan had to prepare for the upcoming Fajie test.

I don't have any interest in it at all. I just practice Ba Duan Jin to keep fit on weekdays.

More and more classmates in the academy called Song Xuan the Horse Archer, and this nickname was spread by Song Xuan himself.

Then Song Xuan is naturally the same as Brother Bo Bing.

It’s all Brother Bo Bing who’s here.

Words like "Brother Bo Bing is here again, who dares to be presumptuous" lingered in my ears.

As the time for the examination draws closer, the students of Yingtian Academy study non-stop and refuse to take a break.

Fan Zhongyan resisted the pressure and found a few cooks.

Before the exam, students must be provided with a meal.

This is a short three meals a day.

Otherwise, the workload will be too heavy and your body will not be able to keep up, causing you to become exhausted.

Of course, with the meals provided by the academy, many students actually combine three meals into one.

In addition to this, Fan Zhongyan gave each person two candles every day to help them study hard at night.

Fan Zhongyan's reputation naturally rose sharply.

Of course, the financial support from Song Xuan’s share of profits is indispensable for this.

Fan Zhongyan did not lend the money at high interest rates in the temple first. He thought that after the results of the academy examination came out, he felt that Prefect Yan would have more confidence to ask the court for funds.

Song Xuan was practicing Ba Duan Jin, while Wang Gui was playing with a short stick or lifting a millstone to build up his strength.

"Brother, is your secondary weapon a short stick?"

Song Xuan also talked with Wang Gui and knew that he was going to join the army.

Wang Gui originally thought that Song Xuan would despise him when he mentioned his intention to join the army.

It never occurred to him that he also wanted to join the army, but he had to pass the imperial examination, otherwise he would have to fight according to the advice of those civil servants who had no military acumen.

That won't work!

Wang Gui knew that he had no chance of passing the imperial examination, so he strongly supported Song Xuan's decision to take the exam.

If my twelfth brother climbs up quickly in the future, maybe he will be able to lead me to war. Wouldn’t that be great?

"I've always wanted to learn from Qin Qiong and get a pair of iron maces, but I don't have the money."

"Jiao Ming."

Song Xuan called out to Jiao Ming, who was cooking with a spatula:
"Tomorrow, when you have some free time, take Brother Wang Gui to a blacksmith shop we're familiar with and have them forge a pair of top-quality iron maces. It'd be best if you use some fine iron to make them, so they don't become too durable."

"okay."

Jiao Ming didn't even show his head and was still busy in the kitchen.

"Brother, I didn't want you to give it to me."

Song Xuan waved his hand:
"What's wrong with my brother giving you a gift? I can still make some money from this shop."

"Besides, only money that is spent is considered money. Leaving so much money hidden in the cellar will attract people's attention. It's better to spend it."

Wang Gui was extremely excited and felt that he had met a good brother.

"When you decide to join the army, tell me. I'll make you a set of armor. Can the armor the imperial court gives you, a soldier like you, withstand the ravages of war?"

"Big brother."

Wang Gui really didn't know what to say, so he could only salute Song Xuan again.

"We two brothers are of the same mind, this little money is worth spending."

Song Xuan quickly stopped him from saluting.

Wait until school the next day.

On the way, Qu Ze told Song Xuan that Gu Zimo had placed another killer in the Confucian Temple.

Moreover, he went to meet the first killer yesterday, probably to scout the area.

By the way, recognize people!

Song Xuan understood and became more certain that they would take action when he was taking the test.

At that time, many people were there, both at home and during the day.

There are many people.

It is more likely to cause trouble.

"Okay, you should be careful too."

Song Xuan gave some instructions and then walked forward with Zhang Fangping.

"Twelfth brother."

"Fang Ping." Song Xuan thought for a moment and said very cautiously:

"You should stay in the academy for the time being. I heard that Dean Fan has invited your uncle to be his tutor."

"I'm not confident in your skills. How can I prevent you from blocking an arrow for me?"

Zhang Fangping's uncle Ji Ying was also a new Jinshi this year.

Their family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Zhang Fangping's parents are farmers.

His family really couldn't help him with his studies, and his uncle's family was also very poor.

Fortunately, both of them are quite competitive.

"Twelfth brother, I can block the hidden arrow for you. I am not afraid of death."

"Hahaha." Song Xuan couldn't help but laugh: "The main reason is that I'm afraid you'll die."

"Don't let me live in guilt for such a small matter for the rest of my life."

Zhang Fangping wanted to persist, but when he thought about how poor his skills were and how he would only be a burden to Song Xuan in a fight, he nodded in order not to disturb Song Xuan's plan.

"Twelfth brother, I understand. I won't drag you down."

"Ah."

Song Xuan walked slowly, and then he caught a glimpse of the face of the killer who had been under surveillance.

He really came to check out the place!
……

Inside the government office.

Gu Zimo was in a good mood.

One reason was that he discovered through inquiries that Song Xuan was often scolded by the teacher in the academy, who believed that he was not good at writing in the Xikun style.

As a result, Song Xuan is depressed all day long.

Gu Zimo passed the imperial examination and became an official, so he naturally knew that Xikun style occupied a major ranking in the imperial examination.

Policy essays and poems account for a larger proportion.

It turns out that Song Xuan is not a one in a million genius, but has huge shortcomings.

One was that the time for the test was finally approaching, so he went to make contact and asked the two killers to scout the place without informing them that they had helpers.

As for the third killer, Gu Zimo planned to let him blend in with the students in case the two of them failed.

Whether it is after the exam or when you are looking at the list, it is a good opportunity to take action.

Gu Zimo was also very happy with his meticulous plan.

"Song Twelve, you're dead!"

(End of this chapter)