"Hold it, this is your test paper."

In the room of the No. 1, Qiu Yan sat upright at a table, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone contained in the test basket, as well as a little bit of belly pastry, and placed it on the table. Soon, a No. 1 military officer came with a few pieces of paper and handed it to Qiu Yan.

"Thank you." Qiu Yan got some, took the test paper, expanded it on the table, first took a rough look and browsed it.

The questions of the Imperial Examination are similar to those of the provincial examination, and they are divided into classical meanings, ink meanings, essays and strategy questions. However, the questions are the questions set by the Ministry of Rites after negotiating with the examiners.

After reading it through, Qiu Yan could see that the meaning of the classics and the meaning of the metropolitan examinations are much more difficult than that of the provincial examinations, but they are generally similar to ordinary traditional questions and have little to do with the new law.

"Since it's Princess Wang Xiang's exam, the question should be related to the new law. Otherwise, how can you pick up the scholars? Establish the backbone of reform?"

Although Qiu Yan had never said anything about Wang Fu as the chief examiner and had not talked too much about it, he also had his own ideas in his heart. He knew that Wang Fu was determined to use this imperial examination to select some seeds that were close to the new party in terms of thought.

In fact, even the news that Wang Fu was the chief examiner may have been deliberately released by the New Party, otherwise why would it be spread on the day of the Lantern Festival? Isn’t it that the crowds of people and the news spread the most quickly?

"Exposing the news in advance is actually to imply that the candidates try to understand the new method, but in just half a month, how many people can really understand the mystery of the new method? Only those who have thoughts that are in this aspect or have outstanding understanding can show them in the examination hall, and such people are exactly what the new party needs."

With this idea, Qiu Yan opened the test paper of essays, but the purpose was just one sentence-

A low grain will hurt farmers, and a high grain will hurt the end.

Seeing this sentence, Qiu Yan's eyelids jumped suddenly and he couldn't help but think of the situation in Xingjing City.

Due to the promulgation of the Municipal Change Law, the city was in a turmoil. However, according to Qiu Yan's understanding, the statement that was about to be promulgated is not accurate, because not long ago, this new law was actually piloted, which forced the city merchants to take risks, hoard grain, and artificially push up grain prices as a threat.

This is a very dangerous approach. If it weren't for the interests of various parties involved in Xingjing merchants, how could these merchants dare to fight against the state machinery?

"The low grain will hurt farmers, and the high price will hurt the end. The farmer refers to farmers, and the last one among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, that is, merchants. This statement seems to emphasize the flexibility between supply and demand. Cereals are too cheap, and farmers who grow grains will naturally not be able to sell at the price and suffer losses. However, if it is too expensive, merchants will be affected when collecting grains and selling them, and even affect the circulation of grains. These principles, based on reality, should be imagined, but after all, they are just superficial phenomena..."

As he thought about it, he took a deep breath, then lifted up the test paper and looked at the last one.

The last part is a policy discussion.

The topic of this policy theory is not a sentence or a few words, but a large paragraph of text.

After Qiu Yan glanced at it, he quickly summarized the contents. In fact, what he said in this passage is not profound. If you summarize it, you can summarize it in one word.

profit!

This simple word can extend many connotations, but in the final analysis, it cannot avoid benefits and money, but it is very obscure. If you have a slightly worse understanding, you may miss it. The main reason here is that in today's Darui, Confucianism advocates "disguising money and profit."

"It's interesting..."

A glimmer flashed in his eyes. Qiu Yan put the test paper back on it, then ate a cake, and then began to grind it. The whole process revealed a calm smell. After grinding the ink and dipping it with a pen, he wrote his name and hometown in the place marked on the test paper. This place was later called.

After doing this, he kept writing and began to answer the meaning of the scriptures and the meaning of the Mo.

It was only after this writing that I felt a huge pressure, which came from the inside and from the outside. The inside was a huge thought that was imprisoned by him, and the outside was a breath, as if he wanted to expel him from the tribute court!

"This situation is really not good. I have to be distracted from resisting the pressure of the Gongyuan. It should be one of the punishments of practicing magical powers and trying to integrate into the luck of the dynasty. Although the inner will is temporarily suppressed, it disturbs the thoughts, and the heavy pressure outside will affect the state of mind and physical strength. The test will last for a day. If this continues, even if my cultivation is profound, it will be slowly exhausted. It seems that my time is limited and I cannot waste it at all!"

Thinking of this, he was under heavy pressure and wandered around his pen, without retreating or panic, but answering questions on the test paper!

Although these questions are more complicated than the provincial examination, Qiu Yan is now different from the provincial examination. Not only has the cultivation level been greatly improved, the spirit of sages has broadened his horizons and improved his understanding, let alone the farming and reading in the shabby house in the forest, which has allowed him to experience a lot, and his understanding of the classics and articles is not the same as before.

As soon as the pen was helped, the words full of bones and blood fell on the paper, revealing a firm and confident aura. The blood of energy rose, and a little fog gradually appeared in the surrounding air, but it was not obvious.

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"Tao Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Qiu Yan was busy with his test papers, not far away, Wang Jun and his officer were whispering to a servant beside him, saying that he wanted to exchange jurisdictions.

When monitoring the exam, there are fixed personnel inspections in each area. Walking back and forth, you can't easily switch positions to prevent fraud. However, the examination will last for one day, so these examination rooms inspections must be mobilized after all, and there are some unspoken rules.

Wang He smiled and said, "Xiao Li, don't worry. I was just a little careless when searching and left some hidden dangers. Come and confirm it, and leave soon."

Wang He's statement is not necessarily special. There are similar things in every imperial examination. After all, once fraud is discovered, there are often connections, which forces many soldiers to confirm and remedy afterwards.

Wang He was transferred from a warrior and was somewhat prestigious in the service. After saying a few words, the other party agreed to exchange with him for a temporary exchange, but the duration could not be long.

"Don't worry." Wang He smiled and comforted, then took a step and walked inside.

In the rooms along the way, the candidates performed differently. Some kept writing, some frowned, some were confident, and some were scratching their heads...

Wang He walked all the way and stopped when he arrived at Qiu Yan's room.

In the room, Qiu Yanzheng was buried in his desk, writing quickly, and there was no pause in his wrist turning, revealing the artistic conception of literary thoughts.

"Qiu..." Wang He wanted to speak, but when he saw Qiu Yan's appearance, he was still scared, afraid that interrupting the other party's thoughts would anger him, so he swallowed the sound that surged into his throat again.

However, as soon as he stopped the sound, Qiu Yan suddenly stopped writing, raised his head and looked at him. The eyes were as bright as stars, which left a deep impression on Wang He.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan lowered his head again.

As his eyes faded, Wang He returned to normal. He just recalled just now, but he seemed to be fixed. He had something in his heart but forgot to speak. But just as he was getting more and more entangled, Qiu Yan's voice sounded in his heart.

The sound was blurry, but it contained a strange power, which made him understand Qiu Yan's meaning instantly. He looked at the other party in surprise and doubt again, and then retreated. Qiu Yan asked him to retreat and wait for the exam to be the rest of the other party.

"Some people want to be unfavorable to me, and they can even mobilize the invigilator's army and keep this army, just as a chess piece, which can understand the reality and be arranged calmly. This army is harmful to me, so they should be prepared to be exploited, but they have to wait until the examination..."

Qiu Yan didn't raise his head, but he knew Wang He's retreat. He turned his mind and then turned over the test paper in front of him and put the Mo Yi aside.

The question has been written on the paper, and the test has only started within half an hour.

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"The imperial examination is worthy of being called the vocational ceremony. The candidates in this examination are related to the country and their luck is actually related to the dynasty."

In the palace, there is a high mountain. This mountain is in a strange shape. It is built by collecting stones from all over the world. It is an artificial rockery. The pavilions and towers on the mountain are a place for the royal family to visit. The emperor, princess, and concubines often climb up to see the scenery.

But today's test, it was still early, and the mountain was silent, and only the sound of heavy footsteps at the bottom of the mountain was occasionally heard. It was the sound of soldiers patrolling the imperial city's boots trampling on the ground.

However, on the top of the mountain, there was a Taoist figure shaking. Someone was sitting on the top of the mountain. Looking into the distance, he could bring the Gongyuan into his eyes.

Bar, bar.

While watching, this man bit the chicken legs, his hands were full of greasyness. When he looked closely, he turned out to be a ragged and extremely sloppy Taoist.

He finished the chicken legs in a few seconds, not even letting go of the bones, and bite them creaked. Then he grabbed them around his waist, took out a gourd, and drank a few sips of wine.

After doing this, the man laughed and opened his mouth and sprayed it. The mist gushed out, and a cloud of water condensed in front of him. A figure emerged from it, but it was an old man with a braid on his head.

"Ma Yi, you are so afraid of the Eight Virtue Kings. He said he wouldn't let you enter the city, so he really didn't dare to enter. He still had to use these means to come."

"Wugui, you are still so vicious. Xingjing is not good for the Shinto. Even if I come in, I will lose half of the measures. Why bother?" The old man with braided hair in the mist did not argue, but just shook his head, then turned to look at the Tribute Courtyard.

"However, this test is a big deal, but it should not be missed. You should look at it here." (To be continued. Please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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