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Chapter 586 Ranking (613)

At the entrance of Dongjia Village, it was already late by the time the ox cart returned to the village.

However, there were several figures standing at the entrance of the village. Needless to say, they were naturally the families of Li Ming, Dong Yan, and Fang Yun.

Aunt Yue and Dong Jie were both waiting here. Dong Jie smiled when he saw Li Ming coming back safely, and Aunt Yue even walked up to Li Ming and took his hand to ask about his well-being.

Dong Jie smiled slightly, but his body was trembling a little, which could not be hidden from Li Ming's eyes. Li Ming deliberately frowned and said, "Dad, the questions are difficult."

Dong Jie sighed slightly, then said: "It's okay, my son is still young, it's getting late, let's go back first."

Li Ming then laughed and said, "Fortunately, I know all of them."

This smile startled Dong Jie. He raised his hand and scolded, "You kid, you deserve a beating!"

Aunt Yue held Li Ming and protected him behind her, while Li Ming enjoyed the rare moment of tenderness, because he knew that after he officially became a Tongsheng, he would have to travel far away and would hardly have such happy moments with human beings again.

Li Ming has been reincarnated many times and has been a son many times. Generally speaking, he has seen many different kinds of parents. Some of them keep their distance from their gifted children, while others treat them as tools to make money.

And perhaps because of Li Ming's rules this time, he was able to enjoy extremely rare love while keeping a low profile. Although Dong Jie and Aunt Yue were not actually husband and wife and their family was poor, this true love was better than anything else.

The family returned home happily, and Li Ming took the time to look around. He saw that the village chief was still walking in front of Dong Yan with his hands behind his back. Dong Yan, who had just been talking eloquently on the ox cart, seemed to have become mute, unable to utter a word, and dared not say how he performed.

Fang Yun and his sister were holding hands and whispering to each other, and they seemed to be very happy.

at the same time.

The work of marking papers in the Academy of Literature was still going on intensively. Oil lamps were lit one after another, and coupled with the faint glow emitted by the holy temple, it seemed as if the place was in daylight.

The three chief examiners were marking the papers at a rapid speed. They all had official positions and were physically stronger than ordinary people, so their marking speed was also very fast. Nearly a thousand papers were basically finished in just half a night.

Then the three of them communicated with each other, weighed the pros and cons, and sometimes they would argue endlessly over a test paper, their faces flushed with anger.

It was not until dawn that the one hundred test papers were selected and neatly arranged.

Then the county magistrate took a look at the sky and said, "Fortunately, we are not late."

"Please ask for your judgment." The dean of the Academy of Literature said lightly.

The two men looked at each other, took out their seals, and then activated their literary energy. Two large seals were hung high, and then a divine power emerged. The statue in front of the holy temple suddenly emitted a brilliance, especially the eyes of the statue, which seemed to come alive, staring at the one hundred test papers in the room.

Then an invisible pressure spread in the room, followed by a dazzling light, sweeping through the one hundred test papers, and finally dividing the test papers into two piles, one pile gradually became spiritual, and the other pile was dull.

Seeing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, proving that the Holy Judge recognized the top 100 they had selected. As for the final ranking, it was actually not very important. After all, it was just a test for boys, and they could decide for themselves.

"Since the three exam papers have appeared, it shows that the quality of the candidates is very high. Whether it's poetry or editorials, the three of us can each take a look at one first." The county magistrate said so, and then took out three of the exam papers that seemed to have some spiritual charm from the pile and gave them to the other two one by one.

Xue Zheng stroked his beard and smiled, "At their age, how can they have the ability to write articles that can inspire their talent? I think they have to become Jinshi. However, it is not easy to inspire their talent before becoming a Tongsheng. Even writing a seven-character quatrain is difficult for them." He could not see the name on the test paper in his hand, but he recognized the words on it.

Of course, as one of the chief examiners, he would not reveal any of the information even if he knew the words on the paper, nor would it affect the fairness of the grading. After all, everything was under the eyes of the saint.

If the three of them were selfish and judged the papers unfairly, they would definitely not get any good results under the Holy Judgment. The Holy Judgment was not only judging these papers, but also judging whether the three of them were fair.

He then read the poem on the scroll and nodded, saying, "Not bad, not bad. It rhymes perfectly, and the word 'push' is a rare word. It is silent and quiet, wonderful."

The county magistrate said, "That's right, it's clear that you've put some thought into it. But why do I feel like the scroll in my hand is superior?"

Then he recited another poem, which left Xuezheng speechless for a moment. He wanted to take the lead and leave an impression of superiority in the minds of the other two. However, he did not expect that although this other poem did not have the triple treasure light, it had more profound meaning, which was hidden above the one in his hand.

Xue Zheng pondered for a moment, not trying to judge who was better, but simply asked, "I wonder how this last one goes?"

"It's just average, I just put some thought into it." The Dean of the Academy of Literature smiled faintly and read out the poem. Although it was also a good piece of work, it was not very eye-catching because of the wonderful ones before it.

"Are these three the leaders?" asked the Dean of the Academy of Arts.

"These are just poems. We still have to see how well they interpret and discuss the text," said the county magistrate.

Xuezheng and the Dean of the College of Arts nodded together, and then looked at the results of the three people in front.

However, compared to the former, the examination paper in the hands of the Dean of the Academy of Literature was only mediocre in terms of both the meaning and the argument. The Dean of the Academy of Literature could not help but sigh and shook his head, saying, "What a pity for this poem."

The county magistrate sighed and said, "You can tell from the handwriting. Perhaps it was just a flash of inspiration. But look at mine. I can't find a single mistake."

"Really? That's strange!" The dean of the Academy of Arts said so, and took the test paper from the county magistrate to take a look.

The inspector thought to himself that this was not good. He had already noticed two mistakes in this paper, both of which were extremely difficult. Not to mention a student, even a scholar might not be able to answer them. But he kept them to himself.

Afterwards, the county magistrate and the president of the academy of literature looked over it carefully and confirmed again and again that there were indeed no mistakes or omissions.

The inspector, seeing this, went forward to look at it again and found that there was really no mistake. He sighed in his heart, but after looking at it twice more, he said: "Indeed, the meaning is completely correct, which is rare. But this word..."

Upon hearing this, the other two frowned at the same time. A scholar's handwriting is of great importance. The handwriting on this test paper is indeed poor, not even average.

If it were in modern times, points would be deducted for the neatness of the paper.

After pondering for a while, the examiner said, "My paper only has two mistakes, but my calligraphy is pretty good. Why don't you take a look at the arguments of these two people?"

This statement was considered fair, and neither of them objected. They each read the arguments on the two test papers.

"Judging by deeds, not by heart, no one is perfect in the world"

(End of this chapter)