After writing, Emperor Hongzhi was full of hope.

Then he smiled and said, "The day before yesterday, I received a memorial, which also talked about reading, but I complained a lot, saying that it was your Xishan Academy, who was studying new studies, but still used Neo-Confucianism as the eight-part essay, which was purely a misleading child. I really wanted to see if Xishan Academy... was misleading child."

Ouyang Zhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

And his unrefuted attitude made Emperor Hongzhi very appreciative. Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "Okay, go and send my red marks to the lieutenant supervisor."

"Yes, I follow the order." Ouyang Zhi bowed and bowed.

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The exam is about to begin, so even though it is the Chinese New Year, Lang Lang's reading sounds still come from the entire West Mountain.

Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen took advantage of the holiday before and after the New Year. They took turns to give the readers a composition over and over again, and at the same time, they explained their articles again and again.

"Young Master, Young Master..." Wang Jinyuan found Fang Jifan with the copied imperial list in his hand.

Fang Jifan looked at him disgustedly: "What are you doing? There is no big deal in the future. Don't disturb me. Some things are yourselves."

Wang Jinyuan had long been accustomed to Fang Jifan's "bad temper", so he took the copied imperial list as if he was coaxing a child: "It's decided, and the spring examination will be scheduled for February 22 next year. The examiner is Xie Qian and Xie Scholar."

Fang Jifan was stunned when he heard this.

Xie Qian.

History has not changed, but the question is Xie Qian.

So, will the test questions for this imperial examination change?

If it doesn't change, it's amazing.

You should know that Xishan Academy is doing questions every day, and there are not a thousand questions, but there are hundreds of them. Among them, Fang Jifan secretly copied the test questions from the 16th year of Hongzhi, and did not show any signs of dew. He asked these candidates who were preparing to take the exam several times.

When you let these guys do questions every day, what you test is their ability to do questions.

After all, there are several exams, and the one who really decides to hire is the eight-legged essay. Only one exam is one day, one is a day, and it takes a day to write an article. For most candidates, it is actually a test.

For the exam for eight-legged essays, it is not possible to rely on the so-called understanding of the classics of the saints. You have to study and ponder them, and specifically focus on eight-legged essays and train them.

Therefore, candidates in the Xishan Academy do nothing every day and just do this kind of training.

Of course, their foundation is guaranteed.

Those who can pass the imperial examination have a poor level and are not much worse. After special training.

After they have done countless questions, even if the questions they have been asked were not the ones Fang Jifan wanted, it is actually not a big problem for these candidates.

Because many questions are interrelated in themselves.

As long as he understands the techniques of doing questions, Fang Jifan also firmly believes that these people are very likely to pass the exam.

Of course, if the candidates have done the exam questions, even if they have forgotten the details of the questions they did, it is not difficult to pass the exam.

all in all……

Fang Jifan was happy to learn that this subject was Xie Qian, and he was happy: "Oh, Mr. Xie, although Mr. Xie is a little bad-tempered, he is a very fair and honest person. With him as the chief examiner, I feel very relieved. I am afraid that the court has entrusted him to be an examiner. He has committed favoritism and fraud, destroying the fairness and justice of the imperial examination. This is what I can think about. But now, hahahaha..."

Mr. Xie is just to others, but to our Jifan, it is actually a great thing. He has been sharpening his knives and has undergone rigorous training in the imperial examinations, has a certain foundation in Confucianism, and may even be familiar with the test questions. He may even be slaughtered.

They will step out of the West and move into a new world.

Wang Jinyuan seemed a little nervous: "Young master, to be honest, there are some gossips outside, they said, you..."

"I don't bother to pay attention to them. They are not convinced. Welcome them to come to me. This young master likes to reason." Fang Jifan waved his hand.

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Wen Yansheng's seasoning has been made.

Fang Jifan tried it himself.

Wen Yansheng was very grateful to Fang Jifan.

Because of this seasoning, thanks to some "instructions" from Fang Jifan, he was inspired.

Finally, he poured out a pile of powder from the glass bottle. The powder was added with a lot of seasonings, and finally the finished product was boiled and then dried.

Fang Jifan bowed his body, looked at the powder carefully, and looked up: "Can you eat it?"

“Can eat.”

Fang Jifan then twisted some with his fingers and put them gently into his mouth.

The taste is a bit salty.

This is actually understandable. After all, it has not been put into the food yet. However... you can feel a umami smell, the smell...

Fang Jifan smacked his lips.

It really looks a bit like the Thirteen Scents of later generations.

Wen Yansheng is very awesome. As expected, his understanding of seasonings coincides with the cooking in later generations.

Fang Jifan was happy: "Let me find a fool who has no cooking and ask him to cook a table of dishes, just use this seasoning!"

Wen Yansheng had a bitter face: "There are no fools here, and people from Xishan are very smart."

"Who said there was no?" Fang Jifan retorted.

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A moment later, Yang Biao, who was practicing the flying ball camp, was found. When he heard the call from his benefactor, he ran over happily.

"What are your instructions?"

Wen Yansheng looked at him with a strange look.

Yang Biao was so happy. This old man is afraid he is not a fool.

Fang Jifan said: "Have you cooked food?"

"Made." Wen Yansheng nodded: "Brewed sweet potato porridge."

"Not bad, then you, come and cook me some food."

Yang Biao was stunned: "My benefactor...this...this...this...this...this is not done well."

"Believe in yourself, you can do it." Fang Jifan encouraged him.

Yang Biao looked puzzled and nodded: "Okay, my benefactor told me to do it."

Before the stove, all the ingredients were prepared, and the big yellow croaker had already been broken and cleaned up.

Yang Biao said: "My benefactor, I want to pee."

Fang Jifan said: "Why not so long-winded? Let's stew the fish first."

"Oh, oh, then I'll hold it in." Yang Biao was happy again.

Children who love to laugh will never have bad luck.

He held his urine, Wen Yansheng personally burned the stove, while Yang Biao was busy adding water to the stove, and then touched his head: "What are you doing next?"

Fang Jifan thought this guy was so stupid and said ashamed: "Let the fish."

"Oh, my husband is so awesome, I know everything."

Wen Yansheng, who was sitting in front of the stove, was furious and couldn't help but want to scold him. Two idiots, the fart fish should wait until the water boils and then put the fish before putting the fish.

However, Wen Yansheng still stopped talking.

After all, this is the use of testing this ingredient. After all, not everyone has their own cooking skills. If the ingredient is sold in the future and entering ordinary people's homes, they must accept a group of cooks who don't know anything. If even the dishes they cook taste good through the ingredient, their own ingredient will be considered successful.

Yang Biao put the fish and touched his head again: "What? Then what do you do? Benefactor, I'm so anxious to pee."

"..." Fang Jifan was speechless: "Go, go quickly and return quickly."

This urine was only half a cup of tea, and Fang Jifan really couldn't understand why it took so long. Why didn't you apply for the Guinness Record?

Yang Biao hurriedly came back while tied his trouser rope. When he looked at the pot, he shouted, "The water is about to boil."

Fang Jifan cursed: "Hurry up, put the ingredients."

"Oh." Yang Biao suddenly realized: "Where is the ingredients, ingredients... salt?"

He added a little salt, then... he was a little confused: "What should I put next?"

"Put this..." Fang Jifan pointed to Wen Yansheng's seasoning.

“How many do I put?”

Fang Jifan felt that his cultivation had been completely worn out, but he took a deep breath: "It's up to you."

Yang Biao let out some.

Immediately afterwards, the fish was almost dried up, and the good fish soup became steamed yellow croaker.

Yang Biao hurriedly served the fish, and in addition to the fish, there was also some juice.

"Is it delicious? Is it delicious? It looks delicious." Yang Biao felt quite accomplished and was very happy.

Fang Jifan looked at the fish vigilantly, and it seemed to be quite fragrant, but...

Fang Jifan said, "Come and try it."
To be continued...