Jing'an academy originally had a fixed time of large-scale enrollment every year, that is, the day of spring every year. At that time, the children who came to register would be assessed by their husband in the freshman assessment hall.
Now is not the time to recruit students, that is, in the face of master Liang, so Chang Hongcai plans to give Tian Yutang a chance.
Similar situations have happened in the Academy in the past. Most of those who can enter the Academy outside of mass enrollment have family background or amazing talents of students themselves.
Now Mr. Liang let the four children choose what to test, which, in the eyes of the four teenagers, can absolutely abuse Tian Yutang.
When I was in the canteen, the little guy seemed to say that what he was not good at was writing articles and reciting poems. He also said that he could only write thousands of words and a hundred family names. So now the four teenagers have absolute confidence that they can make the boy cry out of tune.
"OK, that's it. Let's improve the difficulty of poetry and directly ask for poetry."
"Well, I'm the best at math. Let's choose the second question and learn it well."
"Well, it's still the last game. What are you going to compete with him?"
"Let's compare painting with him. He came from the countryside. It's estimated that he can't afford pen and ink, let alone paint."
"OK, OK, let's make a decision. Then I'll tell the dean."
Chang Hong looked at the first few children muttering, with a bad smile on his face. He looked at master Liang with a smile. When master Liang heard that painting was better than painting, he couldn't help frowning.
"Why do you still teach children to draw here?"
"Yes, didn't you expect? It's also because it's too hard to study those boring four books and five classics all day. Therefore, the students here have special classes. What are painting and playing the piano? Ha ha." Chang Hong said proudly.
"Dean, we've decided. We'll take the test of poetry, arithmetic and painting."
"OK, Yutang, what do you think? If you can, let's start now." Chang Hong said seriously.
The little guy nodded and said, "OK, I have no opinion."
"The first question is to write a poem with 24 solar terms. Now start. Remember, the party with the most solar terms in the poem wins."
The boy next to him brought a censer with a incense burning in it. This is even the beginning of the time, and the children below are stupid.
If a single solar term or what is it to write a poem, it is still possible. This poem should include solar terms. What can I do?
The little guy also frowned. Then he suddenly had an idea and remembered the song Tian Yuqiao sang when he was in the field.
It seems to be called the 24 solar terms song. Just bring up the lyrics.
"God, I don't care about the land at home. I don't know what solar terms there are, and I don't take this exam."
"Yes, our family has been engaged in business for generations. It seems that rural people understand the solar terms."
"The dean is really biased. He knows that the boy is from the countryside, so he deliberately makes trouble for us."
The four children are still complaining about the unfairness of the problem, and the little guys have finished writing little by little! Yes, as soon as the incense burned less than a third of its length, he had blown all the ink on the paper dry.
"Dean, can I hand in my paper?"
"Oh? You've finished writing so quickly. Come on, bring it to us." Chang Hong widened her eyes and waved to the little guy.
Respectfully handed the poem he wrote to Chang Hong. After reading it, they all showed a knowing smile.
Liang Fuzi's performance is naturally much more calm than Chang Hong. After all, there are too many mysteries in his disciple. He is numb and used to it. He won't care much about what earth shaking things the little apprentice does. Otherwise, his heart can't bear it for a long time.
"Yutang, read your poems to them." Chang Hong said.
The little guy took over the poem he wrote. After clearing his throat, he read aloud in a crisp voice: "spring rain startles spring and clear the valley sky, summer is full of awns, summer and summer are connected, autumn dew, autumn cold and frost fall, winter snow and winter cold..."
"You bastards, have you conceded defeat? Look at how many solar terms are included in this poem. Look at you again, you have forgotten your roots. People live on food, and food is bigger than heaven. You despise farmers, but you can't live without food every day. After the assessment is over, go back and copy the filial piety Sutra for me."
Several teenagers all flattened their mouths, one by one like a defeated quail. However, they are convinced. However, there are three questions in the assessment. This is only the first question. They still have the opportunity to turn over.
"Next, I'll test your math. Listen carefully. Say, there are twenty-eight legs and ten animals in a cage. Ask, how many chickens and rabbits are there in the cage?"
Before waiting for some incense over there, the little guy blurted out: "there are six chickens and four rabbits in the cage."
His answer was almost said at the same time when Chang Hong's voice fell. Even master Liang was so surprised that he almost dropped the teacup in his hand.
"Well... Did he do this problem before? Did you give him a similar one?" Chang Hong asked incredulously.
"No, when he enrolled here this year, I was much more difficult than you." Liang said proudly.
"Poof!" Chang Hong almost vomited blood with anger. But what can be done? Who makes other people's disciples so outstanding.
He has several proud disciples himself. However, they are already seventeen or eight years old, and others are more than fifty years old. How can it be compared with such a small bean? Youth is an advantage. Hey, if only this child were his disciple?
"Hey, don't look at my apprentice with such eyes. Don't think of my apprentice." master Liang was on alert.
"Look what you said. Am I that kind of person?"
"Hey, you won't be attracted to gold and silver treasures, but it's strange that you don't be attracted to this baby apprentice." Liang said coldly.
"All right, all right. Next, it's better for you to draw anything at will than question 3. Oh, yes, just draw the most respectable person in your heart." Chang Hong said angrily.
Although it was two wins in three games, Chang Hong also planned to continue. What if the children on their side can pull back a game? Not to let him lose face in front of his old friends.