I packed my luggage silently by myself. I didn't feel like cooking dinner in the evening. I had been planning to make a delicious meal for my son.
Thinking of the cost of this trip to the county town for the exam, her heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.
"Master, do you think we'll be laughed to death if we go back home?"
Their failure to pass the exam is different from that of other villagers. You have to know how many years they have been studying? How many years have they only been studying?
"You should think that you will be laughed to death. In two years, those latecomers will pass the exam, but he is still taking the exam. That would be extremely embarrassing."
"No way?" Wang didn't think he would fail the exam next time. "You didn't get in this time because of your bad number. I'm sure you'll pass next time. It's impossible for me to have a bad number this time.
Besides, with this experience, he won’t panic even if it’s a bad number next time.”
Zhao Daxiao pulled down the quilt and sat up, sneering, "Bad grade? Do you really think he failed the exam because of his bad grade? I'm telling you, there's definitely something wrong with Jiadong's heart. He's just not worthy of being admitted to a prestigious school, do you understand?"
He's fine on weekdays, but when it comes to big exams, he breaks down. Have you ever thought about why?
Wang wanted to defend her son.
"Don't explain. I was so nervous last year that I knocked over my inkstone. After years of repeated warnings, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But look at his state after each exam. Others walk with their heads held high, but he looks like a defeated frog. It's discouraging to see him.
Even if he passed, it was just barely enough. How could he be so far down the list with his knowledge? He should be dozens of places ahead.
And you see, it will be even harder for him to take the exam next time. Why? Because the pressure of failing the first two times was too great, making him even less confident and less able to perform well.
If someone in the village passes the exam, do you believe he will collapse immediately? I tell you, this kid has no hope, it’s over.”
Wang burst into tears after hearing what he said. "Then what do you say we should do?"
Zhao Da leaned his head back, shoulders drooping, and said, "At best, he's just a child. He can't get promoted. His qualifications are limited, and his mentality is not good enough."
"Why don't I copy books like you?" In her eyes, copying books is the last choice for children, and it is also the only guarantee that they will not starve to death after studying for many years.
Zhao Dayu had a strange look on his face, and he looked at Wang for a long time without daring to speak.
"What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you can't even copy books? How can that be wrong? Why can't children copy books for exams? If you can, then you can come to the county to teach."
No matter what, her son wouldn't starve to death in the future. Even if his life was worse off, he would still be better off than Zhao Dayong's children.
Zhao Daxue sighed deeply, "Actually, Jiadong's handwriting isn't very good, you know that?"
She heard the head of the household often scold her son for his handwriting, saying that his handwriting was shapeless.
"so what?"
"The most basic thing about copying is that the handwriting should be neat and beautiful, almost like it was engraved, but for some reason, Jiadong just can't practice writing like that. The eldest brother can write okay, but he is him, and the younger one is the younger one."
After getting married, they have to work hard for their own family. No matter how close they are, it is impossible for them to give him half of their income.
Unrealistic.
He was worried. It was the first time he was worried about his youngest son's future.
Wang forgot to shed tears, and couldn't believe what she heard. "You said your son won't be able to copy books in the future?"
Zhao Daxie shook his head. "It's really not possible. Do you think anyone can do this job? Just practice calligraphy. Hasn't Dazhuzi practiced calligraphy enough over the years? Do you think he can do it?"
"But our Jiadong has been practicing since he was a child."
"I can't figure it out either. It's like he has a squint. His handwriting is always crooked. It was worse before, but it's much better now. But there's no soul in it at all. A grown man can write so limply. I don't understand why."
He was also puzzled as to why some people could never improve their calligraphy no matter how much they practiced. Sometimes hard work cannot make up for lack of talent.
When I was teaching, many students' handwriting was like a dog's crawl, and no matter how I taught them, it just wouldn't work. It's probably true that handwriting reflects a person's personality.
Wang's face was ashen. He failed the imperial examination and failed in his studies. Would her son starve to death in the future?
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