"Let's go over here one last time."
"Yes."
Shi Yu, standing nearby, said with a smile, "Dalang, are you going to take a look? Bianliang's East Corner Tower Street, Mahou Street, and various brothels, both large and small, have over seventy establishments, and each one is unique in style."
Zhao Jun stepped back and looked at my house. Although it was a little bigger than my Wang family's small house in Yujiezhou Bridge, it was close to the palace, so it was still difficult to leave.
Only by entering the officialdom and gathering a group of like-minded people, like Fan Zhongyan, could one accumulate strength and defeat the stubborn conservatives.
Zhao Jun nodded, then pointed to the bottom of the paper and said, "Look, a policy essay can be divided into eight parts, namely the policy head, policy items, and policy tail. The policy head is the beginning of the policy essay, which can be divided into "opening words", "introduction words" and "conclusion words", which serve to guide the whole policy essay. As for the policy items..."
"The inner city is a little short of that."
"I do go there quite often. We work for very little money."
However, I know that Cai Zhidi scored 58 points in the composition test, just 2 points away from full marks. The reason for the deduction was that he did not have enough time, wrote too slowly, and made two typos.
Zhao Jun saw that Zhao Zhen's understanding was very slow, and he had lost some understanding of the writing of the policy theory. He couldn't help but sigh that people in his previous life were really smart. He could understand at a glance what he had learned after a long time.
"Is it this wealthy family's small courtyard covering dozens of acres?"
"Fanlou."
Cai Zhi stopped writing.
If so, it would be difficult to provoke a counterattack from the entire scholar-official class if the weak line is broken from within.
Zhao Jun saw that the Book of Filial Piety had not yet been placed under Zhao Zhen's desk, and it seemed that it had not been flipped through. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that he has not yet finished studying the meaning of the classics."
I am less curious about such places.
What can Zhao Zhen do for now? I am not so stupid as to continue to fight with us.
"I've watched the singing and dancing of Bianliang all day, but all I've seen is the stench of wine and meat in the rich houses, and a few frozen corpses on the road. But Cai Zhi and Lu Yijian, our house is really small."
Li Yi pinched his bulging purse. Since he followed Fan Lou and was transferred from the inner circle of the imperial horse to the front of the palace rear office, his income was a little low, but it was not low at all. Besides, he had to support his wife and children. There was really little money left for us to enjoy.
"Today you are here to teach him about writing styles. You brought a few papers that you will write later. He should copy them first to see if he is familiar with that style of writing."
"It's bad if you can write, come quickly."
Understanding that writing format as an action made Zhao Zhen's mind a little confused.
The imperial examination tests calligraphy. Basically, as long as the handwriting is outrageous and sloppy enough that the examiner can hardly recognize it, and the content is strong enough, you can probably pass.
Zhao Zhen copied Cai Zhi's policy essay with a brush. He was stumbling at first, after all, he hadn't held a brush in a few years, so it was not as easy as it used to be. But he soon got the hang of it. His handwriting was a little rough, but it was barely recognizable, which was a problem.
"Even if we cut it in half, we can still give the Song Dynasty's redundant officials a lot of money. I estimate it will be tens of millions of strings of cash if there is nothing."
"Who exactly is that Dalang? Why did Lord Wang come to visit in person?"
Therefore, it is certain that sending a person who has participated in the imperial examination directly into the officialdom is a provocation to the entire scholar-official class, and he will be discriminated against and oppressed.
"hehe."
Cai Zhi said.
After a while, it got dark and Zhao Jun left.
However, what Zhao Jun talked about was not the behavioral format of writing policy papers. While Zhao Zhen was listening to my explanation, he wondered how it could be so advanced.
Before reaching junior high school, which advocated quality-oriented education, liberal arts students did not have a single calligraphy class per week. Zhao Zhen's calligraphy at that time was still full of mistakes and looked awful.
"That's not it... Never mind, I have something else to do."
Zhao Zhen raised his head and looked through the window on the left side of the study to see the bright moon inside.
When I first came here, I really didn’t think that Cai Zhi would directly grant me any official position.
Zhao Jun frowned when he saw the way I held the pen and asked, "Does he know how to use a pen?"
I continued to listen to Zhao Jun's explanation, and my understanding of the writing style of policy theory became much deeper.
When the imperial guards who were guarding my house saw that scene, their eyes widened.
Thinking outside of the mind.
In reality, it would be a mistake to get only 77 guan every year. After all, those 770 million guan are sucked away by layers of exploitation, and the income you get is only one tenth of it.
So I don't have my own requirements. This doesn't require Lu Yijian and Zhao Jun to open the front door. In addition to striving for the right to speak, we are also trying to see whether those people will refuse.
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