After squeezing lunch, he handed the dishes and chopsticks to the student on duty today to wash. During the afternoon break, Xiaobai ignored it and lay on the podium to take a nap. It was too tired. Recently, the academy was too short of teachers. After killing Tan Tongen and the rest of the party, he was the only teacher who could actually give lectures and test papers. He had to be nailed to the podium for more than ten hours a day, feeling that his butt was about to be called out.

When he fell asleep, some of the students below memorized their books, some lie on the desk and some went out to play. Fu Renyong leaned his back against the wall to stare at Fang Bingsheng's son Fang Bowen. This is his job.

Just as he was considering going up to say hello, the boy and Zhou Tianen muttered for a while, and ran out sneakily, "What do the two guys want to do?" Fu Renyong put down his legs on the desk and hesitated whether to go out for a look.

A few minutes later, the two of them jumped back, Zhou Tianen was behind, Fang Bowen was in front, holding a newspaper in both hands, and reading while running, his face full of uncontrollable excitement. After running back to the seat, the two of them pressed the newspaper head and head side by side and looked around, as if it was a treasure map.

"What newspaper is that? What are they doing?" Fu Renyong stretched his neck and asked in confusion.

Deng Ming, in the front row, turned around and smiled: "Bowen and others submit poems to the newspaper every week, and they are hoping to publish them."

Then he turned his head and shouted to the front two people: "How about Poet Fang? Have your poems been included in the "Haijing Jiwen" call for papers?"

"Oh, I haven't noticed this before!" Li Mingjian next to Fu Renyong threw away the comic strip in his hand, ran over and looked over.

"Boy, tell me, I'm also a member of the school's poetry club!" Li Mingjian pushed Zhou Tianen hard, a pity.

"All right, I didn't know where you were last week." Zhou Tianen smiled.

Fang Bowen, who was sitting in the seat, threw the newspaper angrily, hugged his chest with his arms, and pinched his chin with one hand, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why can't I get my manuscript?"

"It's so fashionable to write poetry." Fu Renyong also came over and read a few poems on the page on the newspaper. Among the dense texts around it, the sparse lines highlighted by the deliberate layout are like an isolated island in the sea. It is particularly conspicuous.

"I have forgotten the spring breeze, and there is always the scorching sun of summer in my heart..." Fu Renyong recited the two lines in the newspaper and laughed: "It's still a new style poem to call for manuscripts."

The few of them squeezed into a crowd and woke Bai Yuanqing on the podium. He narrowed his eyes with his hazy sleepy eyes and understood what was going on: "Knight Beifei. They haven't fallen in love with your masterpiece this week?"

"Northern Flying Knight?" Fu Renyong and Li Mingjian asked in unison.

Fang Bowen on the seat nodded fiercely and said, "My name is Bowen, my name is Zhongxing, and my name is Beifei Knight. When I submitted my article, I used the number as a pseudonym."

"Hey, hey, the previous names were all 'Qinglian Layman', 'Mr. Wuliu', 'Guiguzi' and so on. When can the new word 'Knight' be used as a number?" Fu Renyong was startled and added: "I don't read much, don't scare me."

[Note: In ancient times, some people also had "大" in addition to their names. The noun is a nickname, so it is also called "大". The noun is very practical. In addition to being called by people, it is also used as the signature of articles, books, and calligraphy and paintings. For example, Lu Tong's "Yuchuanzi Collection", Du Mu's "Fanchuan Collection", "Songxue Six-Type Thousand Character Text", Lao Lian's "Lotus and Mandarin Duck Picture", etc.]

Fang Bowen curled his lips disdainfully and said, "You are too rustic! I thought of this North Flying Knight for several months, coolmuch!"

Fu Renyong was looked down upon by the people of Song and was stunned. Xiaobai on the podium chuckled, then remembered his identity, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Don't always say that others are native, Christians don't promote this. Those are all inferior talents poisoned by the Qing Dynasty. Everyone is brother, and in front of God, the wise and foolish are the same... Hey, blog post, what poems did you write in your submission this week?"

Fang Bowen then changed from disappointment to excitement. He stood up, suddenly reached out to the front, made a look of "I want to pick lychees and suddenly found that there were bugs on it", and shouted loudly.

"oh!

It's dawn!

I'm going to set off and get on my war horse!

The iron hooves stepped on the lights of Tianjing, crossed the white clouds, and shattered the distant Beijing..."

Before he finished reciting, Li Mingjian next to him interrupted the other party: "You can't do this, it's too straightforward. New style poetry should pay attention to imagery, and it's best to have charm..."

"Do you understand? Do you understand poetry? Poetry should be full of emotions!" Fang Bowen was furious and turned his head and yelled at Li Mingjian.

"Why don't I understand? I'm from the school's poetry club. Have you ever joined? I've also been an editor of a literary school magazine!" Li Mingjian of course was dissatisfied and retorted.

Fu Renyong on the other side seemed to have been stepped on by someone's tail, and interrupted in annoyance: "If you step on Beijing, just step on Tianjing. What does it mean to step on Tianjing in the middle? Can't you fly? It's unreasonable..."

But no one paid attention to him. People here, especially the young elites, did not know much about Ming Kingdom and basically regarded Ming Kingdom as a big fortress in front of their own country.

Fang Li and the other two immediately started arguing. Fang Bowen blushed, threw the textbook and slapped the table.

"This guy is far worse than his father, he is simply a cockfighting!" Fu Renyong was a little surprised when he looked at Fang Bowen, who was clenched with fists and blushed with anger, wishing he could pounce on him and bite people.

"Are you unsatisfied? Try submitting the article?" Fang Bowen shouted with his neck.

"If you invest, you can invest, it's just right to earn some royalties to bind my collection." Li Mingjian was very domineering.

"Don't quarrel, it's better to set up a poetry club as well." Zhou Tianen looked much more mature than two easily excited guys.

"Okay, since our academy is in the Qiufeng Church in Shiligou, it is called the 'Autumn Feng Shili' Poetry Club." Li Mingjian said carelessly.

"This name is good, it is very suitable for the situation and has charm. Ming Jian really has a good composition." Xiaobai commented on the podium. He is just a big child.

Fang Bowen thought for a while, turned his head and shouted angrily: "This is the Qing culture! It cannot reflect the modern process at all, international trends! A sour smell of the Qing literati filled the paper!"

"International? Then you can call it the Paris Poetry Society." Fu Renyong interrupted the words next to him, his tone full of sarcasm.

"The Paris Poetry Club is good, it feels very fashionable." But Li Mingjian said, making Fu Renyong stupid there.

"Yes! The poetry clubs are all of this kind, but they are completely incompatible with the truth! For example, my brother's school has a poetry club called "Red Goat"! It's very famous, but there are no red goats. Most of the guys inside have never seen anything about the sheep!" Fang Bowen also clenched his fists and expressed his agreement.

"It's "Paris Poetry Club"! It really looks fashionable and fashionable. Who would have thought that the Poetry Club is in Shiligou?" Zhou Tianen agreed with a smile. Fu Renyong next to him was stunned - you can name this slum foul-stenched place? Is it shameless to be the mystery of Hai Song Xin style poetry world?

Fang Bowen immediately brought a brush and wrote the name of the Paris Poetry Club using the calligraphy he learned from his father. Then he asked classmates to sign his signatures everywhere to join the club. Bai Yuanqing and Fu Renyong both joined the club.

Xiaobai was quite happy to get into it. Because he was friends with these guys. Old Fu was completely a strong man. He looked at what to write in the future with a bitter face, and wrote "My horse stepped on the front hoof and broke the Qingde Beijing; his back hoof and broke the foreign slave Haijing"? As he thought about it, his face turned into a bitter gut.

"Remember, we will submit poetry today in the future. We will discuss it. Submissions will be based on the name of the poetry club, and personal pen names are prohibited! Of course, if it is a masterpiece, it is a different matter." Fang Bowen jumped out and shouted again, and the blatant overreach of authority and the back door in the second half of the sentence was proud, obviously talking about himself.

"This kid is so unstable, jumping around like a monkey. Mr. Fang will be so angry when he sees it?" Fu Renyong was still surprised as he watched Fang Bowen jump up and down: the father and son look very different.

At this time, a person came in at the door and saw the classroom headed by Fang Bowen and shouted unhappily: "It's already fifteen o'clock, and it's time for class in the afternoon. Why are you still making trouble?"

This is what Bai Yuanqing, who was talking about poetry writing among students.

When he turned his head and saw that it was Wang Xintai's confidant Wang Yan, who was coming, Xiaobai was frightened and shouted: "Sit down, it's time to sit down, class, class, review geography in the afternoon!" While rushing to the podium, he wanted to get the bronze bell for class.

Wang Yan glared at the messy classroom in anger, and then looked at the wall on the side of the blackboard with four large brush words with white and black words: "Paris Poetry Society".

This was just posted on the stool, but in Wang Yan's eyes, such a big black and white thing on the big wall is like a slogan "The Kingdom of Heaven is Eternal" posted at the funeral.

However, given that he saw Fang Bowen posted it, it was really difficult for a top student to not give face, so he asked him to tear it in person, so he had to take his head down and walk to the podium when he saw such eyes looking at him. He had a disorder of speech disorder in public and said stutteringly, "That...that...Qilihe Town...The Imperial Examination Management Department sent...there is a list of officials who are missing this year and...volunteer forms...everyone is going to prepare for the Imperial Examination...to register..."

Before I finished speaking, there was another jubilation in the classroom: It was finally time to fill out the imperial examination application.

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At this time, classes will not be held. Everyone received a thick list of mimeographs, looking at them happily, choosing, fantasizing, and discussing each other. Each line above represents an official identity.

Fu Renyong saw the list of officials in Song State for the first time. He looked at it with interest. He saw clearly the title of the position, the department, the establishment level, and the column for most officials in the column is middle school education, but there are also many officials in the requirements, such as special requirements for military experience, police school education, medical school education, or additional abacus examinations, engineering examinations, sketch examinations, etc.

In addition, there are more special official flaws: such as the Christian Union University major enrollment list and the public training list of Haiyoushi. The latter did not write the number of recruits and had no codes, so it was impossible to register at all. It was probably left to the top students, the children of powerful and the winners of the palace examination, but it was only for the subjects to show off.

"What if I pass the exam? Haha, then I am also an official from Song State!" Looking at the densely packed names representing the elite class, Fu Renyong, the one who took the exam, couldn't help but imagine happily.

At this time, Fang Bowen in the front row screamed, attracting the attention of the whole class.

"This kid is used to being a young master, but he just likes to attract attention when he is shocked and suddenly." Fu Renyong looked at the little man dancing and thought of him dissatisfiedly.

Sure enough, Fang Bowen was just to attract everyone's attention. He stood up and turned around, pointed to the list in his hand and shouted: "Look at the last page. This year, the Imperial Naval Academy has expanded its enrollment! The admission tuition fee is free, and the officers are given a salary! And in particular, he specifically gave civilian candidates 20 qualifiers, which are not included in the internal registration and military elementary school admissions!"

"Tsk!" But after most students understood what happened, they lowered their heads in disdain and continued to search for the civil servant list.

"Damn! You don't even go to a military academy. Hai Song's group of goods have been corrupted by money!" Fu Renyong felt a sense of regret and pride for the first time: "If I hadn't been sent to do special operations later and had become a military herder in the company, I would have applied to the Tianjin Military Academy!"

"What? Young Master with extremely rich feelings, do you want to report the army's shortage?" Li Mingjian next to Fu Renyong shouted loudly.

After experiencing the quarrel just now, he nicknamed the other party.

"What's wrong with the lack of military forces? I like the navy!" Fang Bowen shouted: "You can take a boat, you can leave home thousands of miles away, and travel around the world without restraint! The sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish leaps, so happy! When you encounter an enemy, you will pull the sails, no, no, right, you will drive the steam engine, chase after you, and fire the cannon! Then all the officers and soldiers of the ship shouted long live the emperor! Haha! How happy!"

"From thousands of miles away from home? Is this a good thing?" Li Mingjian wanted to mock him, but he didn't expect the other party's crazy answer to make him dumbfounded.

"Hmph, this is the difference between a person with a chivalrous spirit like me and a man of the Qing Dynasty Mandarin duck butterfly school like you. Lord Li Butterfly, you, a man of the Qing Dynasty, should know "Records of the Grand Historian. The Family of Chen She" There is a saying: How can sparrows know the ambition of swans? You will die in the capital of the sea of ​​romance and romance for the rest of your life." Fang Bowen said sarcastically, and also pointedly labeled him with a hat.

In a word, I stepped on Li Mingjian's pain point because the other party was indeed capable of getting into the exam, but he had no chance; and the other party wanted to travel around the world, which was a fashionable ambition; at present, he really had to eat the old capital of his parents for the rest of his life and lived his life in a daze; so Li Mingjian blushed in shame and did not dare to flirt with Fang Bowen anymore, threw the list himself, picked up the comic strip to read it, and didn't know what was being said above. Before he knew it, tears blurred his vision.

"Haha, the model of the young master's warship was afraid that it would be confiscated by the master, so I had to leave it there. I forgot about this and went back to search. By the way, the scores of the military academy should always be lower. Sure enough, there are sea gala soldiers!" Zhou Tianen next to him turned to that page and was surprised.

"Hey hey, the lack of applicants for the examination is a major event in life! Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man! This is especially true for the imperial examination. You must win the best official lack of applicants on the basis of ensuring the examination! Everyone should first look at it. The list is printed for you. Each one is for you to take it to your parents. You must discuss it carefully. What the family doesn't understand, bring it to us, the elders, pastors and me of our church, will consult you and give you the best choice." Xiaobai on the podium heard that Peide and the others were really going to apply for the Navy Military Academy, and immediately shouted urgently. He didn't like to apply for the military exam, after all, he was a military officer. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!