But when it came to writing memorials, Yang Zhengshan truly was not good at it.
If it was a matter of writing with a brush, he had practiced plenty over these years. His handwriting was neat, his script square and proper; though he could not be called good at calligraphy, it still looked the part.
But writing a memorial required more than neat penmanship. One also had to put care into the wording and literary flourishes.
And Yang Zhengshan truly was not good at those "thus and wherefore" sorts of things.
So he wrote down his own thoughts, then had Lin Zhan come over and help polish them.
That was right, Lin Zhan.
Cannot Do Anything About it—right now, the most cultured person in the Yang Family was Lin Zhan.
Looking at Lin Zhan's vigorous, steady, rounded handwriting, Yang Zhengshan could not help feeling a little ashamed.
He was actually inferior to a boy in his teens!
"Looks like I ought to find you a good teacher!"
In the study, Yang Zhengshan looked at the memorial Lin Zhan had polished and said with no small amount of feeling.
In Martial Dao, Yang Zhengshan had No Problem teaching Lin Zhan, but when it came to studying, Yang Zhengshan was far, far inferior to Lin Zhan.
The path of the imperial examinations was not so easy to walk, either. To achieve something in the examinations, talent and hard work were only the foundation; guidance from a famous teacher was still needed.
And what Lin Zhan lacked was precisely guidance from a famous teacher.
Hearing Yang Zhengshan's sigh, Lin Zhan's Eyes Lit Up, and he asked, "Master, can you help me find a suitable teacher?"
"You kid, the moment studying is mentioned, you perk right up!" Yang Zhengshan looked at him with some