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

Under Lu Ziang's warm reception, he was quickly invited into the hall.

As for the other academy students waiting in line, Lu Ziang didn't even take a second look.

"No, this..."

Wei Xiaowen looked at Cui Kuan, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. Cui Kuan also looked confused.

He was still thinking about how to persuade Lu Ziang, and was even considering whether to move out of the family.

If only Lu Ziang could give Shen Wuming a few words of advice, then his face would be saved.

And he can also get Shen Wuming's favor.

But he didn't expect that Shen Wuming's name was so easy to use, and Lu Ziang would change his face as soon as he said it.

"this……"

Chen Bo'an watched helplessly as Shen Wuming was invited into the room by Lu Ziang, and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

His nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood slowly seeped out, but he didn't react.

There is only deep reluctance and injustice... They are also number one in Zhongshan County, why is the treatment so different?

Why?

Ma Baoshan also gritted his teeth and looked inside the room, but still did not have the courage to confront Lu Ziang.

After a while, a book boy walked out of the room and said, "Sir, I asked you to come in with your strategies."

Everyone didn't have time to lament the world just now, so they hurriedly walked into the house with their strategies in hand.

Ma Baoshan also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the book boy.

"Mr. Ma, you know the rules of the dean. Please wait until you pass the exam and get the title of Juren before you come in."

After saying that, the book boy turned around and entered the house, leaving Ma Baoshan alone in the courtyard.

Desolate, lonely, desolate.

When everyone entered the room, they saw Shen Wuming and Lu Ziang sitting side by side, chatting and laughing.

It seems to be a friendship between equals.

But they were all at the bottom, and they could only bend down and bow, and then lined up to hand over their opinions.

Lu Ziang didn't look at them, but looked at Shen Wuming with doubts on his face.

"I just mentioned that the writing style between the north and the south is very different. The quality and output in the north are not as good as in the south."

"Especially in the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is known as the peak of articles. What do you think is the reason for this?"

The two of them were also discussing Confucianism just now and came up with the issue of articles.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the barbarians, but among the four countries in the Central Plains today, the literary style of the Southern Tang Dynasty is the most prosperous.

Then Shu, and then Yan.

The Northern Han Dynasty, which had the greatest national power, also had the most Confucian monks, but its article output was not as good as the other three countries.

Shen Wuming choked when he heard the words, "Isn't this normal?"

"Oh?" Lu Ziang's eyes became even more confused, "What's the normal method?"

"The article is full of life!" Shen Wuming sighed, "Open those collections of ancient poems and have a look."

"When the country is strong and the poets are high-spirited, what kind of works can they write? They can only sing praises."

"But if the country's power is declining and the poet's life is in trouble, then it can be called a spring of talent and thought."

Shen Wuming has a deep understanding of it, and it has been this way since ancient times.

Even later generations, a certain senior whom Shen Wuming admired from the bottom of his heart, had extremely unstable literary skills.

It is said that Xin Qiji goes against the wind and Zhang Zongchang goes against the wind.

Just like a man and woman in love, they can't say a few words about love, but their emo copywriting after a breakup is as good as a hairpin.

"The article hates fate..." Lu Ziang thought thoughtfully and recalled it in his mind. It seemed that this was the case.

Even he himself, who once dominated the world and wrote the Twelve Strategies for Taiping, was far less accomplished than he is now.

On the contrary, it has been tempered over these years.

"Yes, that's right."

Lu Ziang felt the same.

"One sentence." Shen Wuming pointed out a finger, "The country is unlucky and the poet is lucky to have a sentence to describe the vicissitudes of life."

"Why did the literary style flourish in the Southern Tang Dynasty? Isn't it because of several generations of mediocre kings who either chanted Buddha's name or wrote poems."

"Scholars lament how difficult people's lives are, so what they write is naturally good. We... are far behind."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lu Ziang laughed loudly, and even the academy students who had been very prejudiced against Shen Wuming started laughing at this time.

Although there may be conflicts between them, when they ridicule the Southern Tang Dynasty, they share the same hatred and hatred.

And in other words, Shen Wuming also comforted them.

It turns out that the poor writing of the article is not my problem, but that my mother is too strong and protects us too well...

"Wu Ming is slightly aware of it. His eyes are indeed piercing. I'll ask you for advice later when I have time."

"How about taking a look at their strategy now?" Lu Ziang asked politely.

Shen Wuming nodded. They had just been chatting, and the most important thing was policy making. "Listen to the dean."

"Bring them all up."

Lu Ziang gave an order, and the boy piled their strategies together and put them on the table.

"Wu Ming, please read what they wrote first. If there's anything wrong with it, bring it out and let's discuss it."

With a smile on his face, Lu Ziang handed a bunch of strategies to Shen Wuming.

Shen Wuming was a little embarrassed, "Dean Lu, given my level, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to comment."

"What are you talking about?" Lu Ziang said sternly, "It is their great fortune to get your comments."

"Do you think so?"

Lu Ziang asked the last sentence while looking at the other academy students, and their expressions became extremely complicated.

Either jealous, speechless, or angry... but no one dared to refute Lu Ziang face to face.

Cui Kuan took the initiative and said: "Brother Hao is the most talented person in our Zhongshan County, so he naturally has this qualification."

"Especially his essay on the autumn exam, which is far-sighted and insightful. He must be a great talent for governing the world."

"It is my honor to get the guidance of Brother Haocui."

Everyone couldn't help but look at him sideways. Cui Kuan was at least a talented man who emerged in this autumn exam.

He actually fell into depravity and flattered Shen Wuming?

Then Wei Xiaowen took the initiative to step forward and flattered him. Everyone had to admit it.

Shen Wuming was put on the shelf, so he could only agree and picked up the essay to scan it.

"Huh?"

When his eyes fell on the name, Shen Wuming couldn't help but laugh, "It's actually Brother Chen Bo'an's?"

Chen Bo'an's face froze, thinking that he had just embarrassed Shen Wuming, and now he would fall into his hands.

I'm afraid he can't save his face.

"How do you feel?" Lu Ziang asked quietly without any expression.

"Excuse me for being blunt!" Shen Wuming commented truthfully, "The article is fluent and the rhetoric is gorgeous. It is indeed an upper-middle-level work."

"It's a pity that it pursues gorgeousness too deliberately, but it is flashy and superficial, too artificial and lacks practicality."

To be fair, whether it is the format or the chapters, Chen Bo'an's policy paper is still quite good.

But... it is not practical.

"See, I said you have these problems, but you haven't changed them after practicing for so long."

Lu Ziang looked at Chen Bo'an with disappointment in his eyes, "Wuming saw it at a glance."

"Don't deliberately pursue gorgeousness, be practical, the policy paper you write is the future policy."

"Is it useful to just talk about some false and empty concepts? If you are asked to operate, can you operate it?"

Lu Ziang is very enthusiastic in front of Shen Wuming, but he is like a living devil to the students of the academy.

At this moment, he scolded Chen Bo'an to death, and then asked Shen Wuming to look at the second person's.

Shen Wuming felt that he had offended someone at first, but later he discovered that Lu Ziang was training himself with this.

Reading 300 Tang poems, you can recite poems even if you can't write them.

It took more than an hour for Shen Wuming to go through all their strategies, and he also secretly remembered Lu Ziang's comments.

[You have read many excellent strategies and listened to the comments of the strategy masters. The skill "Strategy" has been upgraded to level 2]

Shen Wuming had also learned strategy by himself before, and had read many works, and had already included this skill.

It's a pity that whether he wrote it himself or asked his wife to help him revise it, it always stayed at level one.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziang's advice allowed him to break through.

"Go away, go away, tomorrow is still the same time. If I see you bringing some garbage here again, don't come again."

Lu Ziang drove away all the students in the academy, and then looked at Shen Wuming.

"Wuming, do you know why I asked you to comment on these garbage?"

Lu Ziang looked serious, without the deliberate enthusiasm just now, but like an elder.

Shen Wuming thought for a while and replied: "Read more of their articles, listen to their questions more, correct them if there are any, and encourage them if there are none!"

"Yes."

Lu Ziang nodded, "I have read your policy essays for the autumn exam. From the perspective of 'policy' alone, I can't teach you anything!"

"You are different from them. You focus on policy and not on theory. Your ideas are all good, but your articles are still lacking some effort."

"No matter how good your ideas are, you have to write them beautifully enough to be appreciated by the examiners and His Majesty."

Shen Wuming was thoughtful. The two words "policy essay" also represent two different things.

Plan is a method, and theory is an article.

In short, no matter how awesome your project design is, if you don't do a good PPT, you can't get the client's dad.

"I understand."

In the next few days, Shen Wuming changed his previous life trajectory.

After breakfast every day, he would go to Zhongshan Academy to ask Lu Ziang for advice on policy writing.

Lu Ziang was very polite and said that he came here in person, but Shen Wuming still didn't dare to delay.

Respecting teachers and respecting the way is something that is engraved in the bones of Chinese people.

Of course, this gain is also not cheap. Now, his policy writing has been upgraded to level 3.

Lu Ziang praised the writing very much.

However, at night, Shen Wuming still discussed poetry with his wife while eating supper as usual.

He would also summarize the gains of the day.

"It seems that my husband is sure to win, and he must win a champion!"

Chu Youyi sat horizontally on his legs, picked up a piece of cake, fed it into Shen Wuming's mouth, and laughed.

Shen Wuming's mouth curled up.

At this moment, Xiaohua hurried in and said that a Taoist nun came to see him.

"What Taoist nun?"

Song Nanzhu took Cao Zhuyu's hand and came out from nowhere, standing outside the door and looking at Shen Wuming.

Not long after, Ye Qingcheng followed Xiaohua into the courtyard, and saw a bunch of beautiful girls.

"Hello, Mr. Shen!"

Ye Qingcheng was still wearing a Taoist robe, but she didn't deliberately cover her figure, with elegant curves and a broad mind.

She still had a Taoist bun on her head, but it was more beautiful, with long hair and a fairy-like figure.

No wonder Xiaohua said she was a Taoist nun.

She glanced at Chu Youyi and others. Because of the misunderstanding with Song Nanzhu last time, she didn't act smart this time.

She greeted Shen Wuming and then asked about their identities.