Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"I am Cui Kuan, nice to meet you, Brother Haggard!"

"So you are Shen Haggard, I am Wei Xiaowen, you are polite."

"Brother Haggard..."

Everyone called him "Haggard", not to tease, but the custom among literati.

For example, Li Qingzhao of later generations, because she often used the word "thin" in her works, was called Li Sanshou.

Or Qin Guan wrote a sentence "The mountain is covered with light clouds", and was called Mr. Shanmoweiyun.

However, when Shen Wuming heard these haggard words, he felt as if he had eaten swallow shit.

Once emo, in exchange for a lifetime of introversion.

I couldn't help but think of posting on WeChat Moments in high school, and as a result, I was called Brother Bo Bing for three years.

In the atmosphere of everyone calling him haggard, Shen Wuming found his examination room.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded, and Shen Wuming began to flip through the test papers in his hand. After taking a look, they were not difficult.

With a supernatural comprehension in hand, questions of this level can only be said to be handy.

The whole exam was given one day, but in just over an hour, Shen Wuming finished the first part of the scripture posting.

This is nothing more than a fill-in-the-blank question, which tests the contents of the classics, history, and the Four Books and Five Classics.

He was already very familiar with it.

As for the second part, it requires writing poems, a total of two questions, with no restrictions on the style.

The themes are war and Shang Yang.

There are so many poems describing war, and Shen Wuming didn't spend much time on it.

On the contrary, Shang Yang was the promoter of the Qin Dynasty's reform. Taking him as the topic, should it be to evaluate the reform?

Shen Wuming fell into deep thought and took a long time to write.

The last part is the policy essay, which is actually more similar to the essay in the civil service exam, mainly to solve practical problems.

Shen Wuming wanted to copy it, of course, but he had also read the format and wording in it during this period.

It's nothing more than the core content.

After looking at the topic, he immediately had a plan in his mind-the malpractices of the court, can they be reformed?

This is a very broad topic.

In short, it is to let the candidates of the imperial examination raise the problems of the court and list solutions.

"It's very empty and pretentious."

Shen Wuming shook his head. To be honest, this kind of thing is too broad. It is easy to do but not easy to do.

It is not difficult to get an ordinary score, but it is unlikely to be the best.

Compared with the questions of the later civil service examinations that focus on the grassroots and practical work, it is a little backward.

Shen Wuming tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes, it's in the history book."

He remembered that when he was frantically memorizing history before the college entrance examination, there were many contents that seemed to fit in.

For example, Wang Anshi's reform, Zhang Juzheng's one-whip method, or the content of Yongzheng's reform.

Shen Wuming took out the draft paper, wrote and drew on it, studied carefully, and began to write.

According to the policy article he read recently, he imitated it. The first paragraph was bragging and showing loyalty.

In the second paragraph, Shen Wuming began to bring out his own private goods.

What is the Baojia system, Qingmiao system, Shiyi system, Junshu system, Yitiaobian system, Ding Rumu system, Huohao system, and the reform of land ownership...

Fortunately, it was not too long after the college entrance examination. Shen Wuming could not remember clearly, but he still knew the general idea.

He wrote seven or eight pages in a very small font, and it was estimated to be seven or eight thousand words.

He estimated that it was almost done, and finally he flattered and ended.

...

Forbidden City, Confucian Temple.

At the moment when Shen Wuming put down his pen, a wisp of green smoke suddenly rose to the sky above the Confucian Temple.

The green smoke was like a pillar at first, and then it expanded rapidly. In an instant, it had already covered the entire Confucian Temple like a cloud of celebration.

It was even spreading to the surroundings, and wisps of pure white righteousness were magnificent.

"Look at the Confucian Temple!"

"What happened to the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth? How could it be so spectacular?"

The Confucian Temple is a holy place for Confucianism in the world, enshrining the saint Confucius and many Confucian sages.

The four states of the Central Plains and even the land outside the Great Wall were influenced by Confucianism and built Confucian temples of all sizes.

"Now that it is the autumn exam, such a strange phenomenon in the Confucian temple must be a sign."

"Quick, report to His Majesty and the head of the Imperial Academy."

...

Shen Wuming was writing vigorously and excitedly. When he finished writing, he realized that it was already noon.

Looking at the food in the lunch box, Shen Wuming did not think of opening it. Instead, he checked the paper and handed it in and left.

When he walked out, many candidates could not help but look sideways.

"Hand in the paper so early? Didn't you finish it?"

"Another opponent is missing."

Everyone muttered to themselves, but when they saw Shen Wuming's face, their faces changed. It turned out to be Brother Haggard.

If they said that other people were not good enough and handed in the paper early because they had not finished it, they would definitely believe it.

But Brother Haggard was different.

Just the poem "I am exhausted for her" has proved his Confucian level.

"Fuck, this paper can't be easy, right? Why do I feel it's so difficult?"

"It's over, it's over, Brother Haggard has finished it, I haven't finished the first part yet."

"These questions are so unfamiliar..."

Many candidates were cursing inwardly, just because Shen Wuming left, many people's mentality began to collapse.

Shen Wuming walked out of the examination room, only to see a crowd of people outside, of course they were not candidates, but family members.

Chu Youyi and her group did not leave either, they were all waiting outside, and now they sat aside and took out the prepared lunch.

Before he started eating, he saw Shen Wuming coming out alone.

Chu Youyi's face condensed slightly, but then disappeared, and instead showed a gentle smile.

"How was it? How did you do in the exam?" Song Nanzhu ran over carelessly and patted Shen Wuming on the shoulder.

She seemed relaxed and generous, but actually she was worried in her heart.

After all, Shen Wuming lost his memory because of her, so if he failed the exam, it would be her fault.

She couldn't even get over it in her own heart.

Shen Wuming covered his shoulders and grinned, "It doesn't matter how you do in the exam. The important thing is that my shoulder blade is going to be broken."

"Cut, thin dog."

"Brother, are you okay?"

Pei Zian walked forward. This greedy girl was holding a chicken leg in one hand and a candied haws in another hand.

"I'll give you some extra. Thank you for your hard work." She glanced at the drumstick with nostalgia, then handed it to Shen Wuming.

Shen Wuming took it and took a bite. At this time, Chu Youyi and Cao Zhuyu also came over.

"Are you hungry?"

Chu Youyi covered the hot lunch, "Since you're out, let's go to Tiansheng Restaurant to eat."

The lunch they prepared was relatively simple, they just wanted to be able to accompany Shen Wuming and rest their stomachs here.

Cao Juyu also nodded repeatedly, "I am treating you today, so you are not allowed to be polite to me."

Except for Song Nanzhu, a reckless man, no one else asked him how he did in the exam.

This silent concern made Shen Wuming feel warm.