This is normal. You will talk about something if you are lacking. Now that you have eaten soft food, you will naturally not mention it again. Instead, you are now particularly enthusiastic about the imperial examination.

Zhang Shu also said: "Yes, what did the teacher say?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I didn't say anything. The teacher just told me to keep doing the questions, stay in good condition, and don't relax.

The teacher also comforted me and said that with my level and reputation, it would probably be no problem to become a Jinshi. The main issue was the ranking.

However, the ranking depends more on luck, and it would be better if you can be at the front. The main thing is to have Jinshi status, so don't be too demanding."

Zhang Jun nodded and said: "That's the truth, but if possible, it's best to take the top three exams.

With the status of the top three, you have a great advantage in the officialdom, and even the starting point is much better than other Jinshi."

Zhang Heng nodded and said with a smile: "Big brother and second brother should also work hard and strive for reference for the next session. We will have a third-level Jinshi in our family!"

All three brothers laughed.

This year, they have more expectations in their hearts.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Shu took his wife to Yue's house.

On the third day of junior high school, Zhang Heng and Zhang Jun packed up the food at home, cleaned it up, closed the door and locked it, and went to the teacher together.

From the third grade of junior high school to the beginning of the term at Taixue, they would all spend time in Zeng Mansion.

Since the beginning of spring is the beginning of spring, Zeng Gongliang asked Zeng Xiaokuan and Zhang Heng not to relax too much.

So even though it was the Chinese New Year, I read and wrote every day. Only when someone really invited me to a banquet would I go out to socialize.

Brother Han Jiang held a poetry gathering on Yuan Eve and insisted on inviting Zhang Heng to come, but Zhang Heng couldn't refuse, so he had to go.

I met many acquaintances at the poetry meeting, including Lu Gongzhu, Wang Gui, Yang Zhi, etc., and they were all very enthusiastic.

However, although it was a poetry meeting, everyone did not talk much about poetry. After all, Zhang Heng's Yuanxi poems were in front, so it would not make much sense to write more, and everyone did not want to humiliate themselves.

Of course, the main reason is because the beginning of spring is the beginning of spring, and everyone’s thoughts are on spring, and they don’t pay too much attention to poetry.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Spring Festival of the second year of the Qingli calendar has passed, and the Imperial College and Imperial College have started school at the same time.

Zhang Heng also immediately threw himself into intense preparation for the exam.

Zhang Heng did not dare to be careless, and arranged his time to the fullest every day. Sometimes Zeng Youwei and Lu Yining came to see him, and if it was not a very important matter, Zhang Heng would just deal with it with a few words.

Zhang Heng studied a lot of questions, read and copied classics every day. When he got up every morning, he read classics aloud to cultivate his literary sense. He made sure to ensure that when he wrote articles, he had an ancient meaning and was fluent.

Zhang Heng believes in luck, but he believes in hard work even more.

He has to prepare all the details, master all the basics, and leave the rest to luck.

The rest of the intense preparation for the exam lasted only a few days. From the 15th day of the first lunar month when I entered school, to the 8th day of the second lunar month, there were only a little over 20 days in total. In such a short period of time, I actually couldn't learn anything. The main thing was to check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

Because Zhang Heng has accumulated experience in his previous life, his mentality is quite good. The closer the exam date is, the calmer he becomes. Of course, this is also brought about by his strength.

Some students, however, begin to lose their composure at this time, and some even read books every day.

But it’s hard to get into it. Some students have begun to suffer from insomnia. They can’t fall asleep at night and can’t get up during the day.

Some students go too far. If they can't study, they go out to eat and drink, which is called relaxing.

In recent times, Zhang Heng studied until late at night, and would go for a walk on the hillside. He saw the same bright lights at Yingxiang Pond in the distance, thinking that those students were cheering for the brothel.

Spring is getting closer and closer, and it is already the beginning of spring, but a spring snow suddenly comes, turning the already warming weather into freezing cold again.

Zhang Heng entered the examination room trembling.

Although he brought an extra quilt, he was still shivering from the cold, especially when he was writing, his hands were frozen and stiff, which made his originally gaudy calligraphy look more primitive.

Zhang Heng could only answer the questions while heating the stove.

The questions in the general examination are more difficult than the questions in the solution test, but for Zhang Heng, they are not far away from the questions he has done. Some of the questions have even been turned into instincts by Zhang Heng. He can roughly estimate them just by looking at them.

Probably.

For him, the difficulty lay not in the test paper, but in the cold weather.

Zhang Heng suffered a long day on the first day. When he woke up the next day, he found that his head was a little dizzy. He couldn't help but secretly shout that it was bad. He must have caught a cold. He quickly boiled a pot of ginger soup.

That's right, it's ginger soup.

When he saw it was snowing, he expected that he might encounter a cold or cold.

So I asked Mrs. Zeng to put some ginger and green onions in. Of course, Zeng Xiaokuan also had some, and it turned out to be useful.

After drinking the ginger soup, my whole body warmed up. I took the opportunity to cook breakfast and ate it wholeheartedly, and my whole body came back to life.

Then before everyone got up, he called the yamen and took him to the toilet. As soon as he walked to the toilet, he heard a surprising voice: "Hey! It's you! It's you again! You've come to harm me again.

!”

Zhang Heng heard that the voice was a bit familiar, and he quickly looked up. He was surprised when he saw it: "Brother, you also passed the exam, but why are you placed next to the toilet again?"

The scholar was full of grief and anger and said: "How do I know, how do I know! How sad!... Forget it, brother, you can go on, do it happily, don't pity me!..."

Zhang Heng could only laugh, then went into the toilet, took off his pants, shivering from the cold, and didn't dare to use force, lest the sound would be too loud and irritate the poor man. However, the smell was still unpleasant after all, so he had a bowel movement.

I heard that man started to yue again.

When Zhang Heng came out, a long queue had formed outside, and the man's face was ashen.

Zhang Heng was very apologetic and said in a low voice, "I'm Zhang Heng, my name is Juzheng. When the exam is over, I'll treat you to dinner."

Originally, the scholar had held it back, but after hearing what Zhang Heng said, he vomited.

Zhang Heng: "..."

He quickly answered his call in despair, feeling guilty because he should answer questions and sleep when he should.

People have different joys and sorrows. Some people sit by the toilet and endure the cycle of grains in the world, and some people sit in the hut and endure the cold. It's the same pain, but some people not only have to smell the stench, but also endure the severe cold.

In comparison, Zhang Heng is quite happy.

But even so, when the gate of the Gongyuan opened, Zhang Heng's face turned pale and he stumbled out of the Gongyuan. He let Zhang Kun take him home, where he soaked in a hot bath and ate a meal of hot noodles with soup.

, and finally came back to life.

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly and said: "I hope it can be over once and for all. I don't want to suffer this again in this life."

Zhang Jun looked concerned and had some luck: I am probably stronger and more cold-resistant than the third child. Maybe, I won't suffer like this, right? How about some more practice?
Chapter completed!