There is no regret medicine in this world.

Since Qian Dehong has accepted Xu Yan as a student, he has cooked rice with raw rice, so he naturally has to be responsible for Xu Yan to the end.

Otherwise, if the general is out, his student's literary skills will be worrying, and what he loses is his face as a teacher.

So Qian Dehong was going to give Xu Yan a small job. Not to mention the distance, he could pass the county test steadily and solve this urgent problem.

Qian Dehong himself was a Jinshi, so his writing skills were naturally not bad. In order to let Xu Yan understand the essence of the eight-legged essay, he tried his best to write a few articles by example and explain them step by step.

How to solve the problem, how to follow the problem...Chan Dehong will not let go of the most subtle parts.

What made him a little relieved was that Xu Yan listened very seriously and would occasionally record some key points.

Yes, a child can teach.

Every time he finished teaching an article, Qian Dehong would order Xu Yan to write a similar article. Of course, this is not to criticize the topic, but to cultivate the feeling of Xu Yan writing an article.

In other words, eight-legged essays emphasize divergence under a certain form. Xu Yan is indeed very thoughtful, but sometimes it is not a good thing to have too much ideas. What Qian Dehong wants to change now is the bad habit of Xu Yan's writing articles that are too divergence.

It’s just that once a habit is formed, it is not easy to change. Xu Yan’s first few articles still cannot satisfy Qian Dehong. But Qian Dehong did not intend to give up. In his opinion, this is because Xu Yan has not written enough and has not practiced enough.

Poor Xu Yan was caught in a battle of questions. He was either writing articles or preparing to write articles every day, which was really boring.

However, in order to get a good result in the county examination, he will still cooperate with Qian Dehong's special training.

Of course, considering that it was boring to keep writing articles, Qian Dehong also arranged a relaxation link for Xu Yan - practicing calligraphy.

The imperial examination is about articles, not calligraphy, so all the candidates who take the exam use regular script.

Xu Yan's regular script is really bad. Qian Dehong also understood that a month is too short and it is impossible to change Xu Yan's calligraphy. But at least he had to make the articles written by Xu Yan look neat and refreshing at first glance.

This is already the bottom line requirement.

In this way, Xu Yan spent at least seven or eight hours a day writing articles and practicing calligraphy. He took out the time to eat, drink, and go to the toilet, and only three hours left to sleep.

From a rich young man to a hard-working scholar preparing for the exam, the life situation has changed a bit big.

But for the sake of the imperial examination, Xu Yan could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The path you choose will be completed even with tears in your eyes!

Of course, life is not only about the misery in front of us, but also about poetry and distant places.

It is temporarily impossible to go to the distance, but Xu Yan can write poems.

I used my limited rest time to write poems, and I was praised by Qian Dehong.

Xu Xiaolangjun found that whenever he recites poems and lyrics, his mentor's eyes revealed a hint of pride when he looked at him. This is something he absolutely could not see when writing an article!

He even suspected that if he continued like this, he might be hysterical.

Alas, it’s true that no one has ever asked about it for ten years, and it’s all about becoming famous in one fell swoop.

The ancients did not deceive me!

Get up earlier than a chicken and sleep later than a dog. This is a true portrayal of Xu Yan's daily life.

The teacher's special training intensity was really high. After more than ten days of hard work, Xu Yan's body gradually couldn't bear it.

The most terrifying thing is that his mentor also restricted his diet, saying that he was afraid that his sleepiness would affect his reading status if he ate too much!

Take a look, take a look, is this like a role model?

He was just fifteen this year and was still growing up. He was a little pretentious, he was still a child!

If he is hungry, his parents will be so sad!

Under Xu Yan's strong protest and request, Mr. Qian finally compromised and agreed to add a late-night snack to Xu Yan.

At first, Xu Yan thought it was his mentor who was conscientious, but he found out that Mr. Qian had to have a midnight snack every night.

A bowl of fragrant wonton noodles, a plate of fried golden crisp peanuts, and a pot of good Jinhua yellow wine to form Mr. Qian’s midnight snack set.

Although Xu Yan was so greedy that he drooled, he could only eat half a bowl of wonton noodles.

Alas, if you treat this differently, who can you ask for advice?

Every time at this time, Mr. Qian would pick up a peanut and put it into his mouth, chewing it with a delicious taste and laughed: "Good disciple, it's also for your own good. Only when people are hungry and thirsty can they have the desire to fight. After you pass the county examination, you will thank him for your own teacher."

Every time I hear this, Xu Yan almost gets angry.

He could only comfort himself in his heart, everything is for the imperial examination, for the imperial examination!

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There is a road in the mountains of books, and diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat.

Day after day, night after night.

It was the fifteenth day of August in a flash.

But Xu Yan's heart is bleeding when he cannot reunite with his family during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Fortunately, Qian Dehong "discovered his conscience" and added two mooncakes to Xu Yan's midnight snack.

Xu Yan hadn't eaten snacks for many days, and when he ate the mooncakes filled with bean paste, he was moved and tears filled his eyes.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Xu Yan couldn't help but chant: "Walking on a boat in the west of the city at dusk, I got up to the long bridge and saw the full moon. I gradually went up and floated across the grass, and suddenly fell into the eaves on the high pavilion."

Qian Dehong was picking up peanuts and eating them. When he heard Xu Yan suddenly recite the poem, he was choking.

"Cough cough!" After several sips of Jinhua Yellow Wine, he pulled the stuck peanut down his throat. Mr. Qian glared at Xu Yan angrily.

"I said good disciple, it's not impossible for you to write poetry. Can you tell me in advance? This way, my teacher will be prepared. Otherwise, who can withstand such an unexpected attack!"

"My teacher, isn't it good for students to write poems?"

Xu Yan asked clearly.

Qian Dehong rolled his eyes and said, "You are so slick! You are just like your poems."

He paused for a moment, took another sip of rice wine and sighed: "You will be back to Ningbo tomorrow. This month, my teacher has been pleased to see you study hard and study hard. But you must not relax after returning to Ningbo. Until the county examination, you must practice articles every day according to the requirements of your teacher."

Seeing his mentor say this, Xu Yan was quite moved.

People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?

After spending time with Mr. Qian this month, Xu Yan still learned a lot.

"Don't worry, my teacher, students must focus on their careers. You should always pay more attention to your health. You should drink less alcohol."

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and smiled, "Good disciple, you know that you can't drink any wine. Ningbo Prefecture's Jinbo wine is famous, but he has never tasted it. When you finish the county exam and get free, you must bring a few more jars to your teacher when you come to Hangzhou again!"

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Chapter completed!