As the sun set, Jin Shanyao reluctantly returned to the Anzhi Hall.
With the mountain in place, one must consider how to cultivate it, what to plant, where the water source will come from, where to buy the seeds, and where to obtain the fertilizer. She can't simply wave her hand and transform Lush Mountain overnight.
Wouldn't that expose her divine identity? No, she has to make money; money can solve everything.
Jin Shanyao to look at Meng Anzhi. Meng Anzhi paused in her book-flipping, blinked twice, and wondered if she was going to have to memorize a prescription.
Her grip on the book tightened, her heart pounding with anxiety. Just as she resigned herself to her fate, she heard Jin Shanyao say, "Tomorrow we'll go to White Head Mountain to dig for medicinal herbs."
"Is that all?" Meng Anzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could exhale completely, she heard Jin Shanyao, "What are the characteristics of diabetes?"
A bolt from the blue; what's meant to happen will happen. Meng Anzhi sat up straight, recalling the events as she spoke, "Excessive eating, excessive drinking, frequent urination or urine with a sweet smell, and weight loss..."
Before she could even catch her breath after answering, Jin Shanyao asked, "What kinds of headaches are there?"
Meng Anzhi groaned inwardly, "Auntie... you're leaving me no way out! I'm only seven years old!" She memorized prescriptions, case studies, and identified medicinal herbs; she read more books Meng Anci.
Did you even consider whether I live or die?
As night fell, the teaching examination concluded.
Jin Shanyao in satisfaction, "You did well today, you didn't make any mistakes." Then she got up and started making the bed.
After Meng Anzhi's birthday, the two children slept separately. Meng Anci shared a room with Da Huang and Dahuang Xiaoli, while she shared a room with Meng Anzhi.
When they parted, Meng Anci hugged his little blanket and cried his heart out, repeatedly saying that he couldn't bear to part with his aunt. But all his resistance was in vain, and he could only go to live in the doghouse.
The next day, after eating, Meng Anci stuffed two steamed buns into his bag, slung his small satchel over his shoulder, and rushed to the battlefield.
As soon as the little body stepped into the Enlightenment Academy, it saw Zhao Zhiyuan sitting in the room studying. Damn it... he beat it to it again. Meng Anci quickly sat down, took out his book, and started the lesson.
Zhao Zhiyuan caught a glimpse of his defiant expression out of the corner of his eye, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He casually turned the pages of his book and continued reading.
Halfway through the reading, I heard the sound of footsteps outside. Then a little ball of flesh rushed in and froze on the spot when it saw the two people sitting inside.
" Meng Anci... why are you here so early?" Shiyan clenched his fists tightly. This was too much. He had come three-quarters of an hour early on purpose, but he still fell behind Meng Anci.
He quickly sat down, glanced back at Meng Anci's book, pulled out the same book, and began to study relentlessly... Ever since he was called a pig last time, he had been studying with a fierce determination to surpass Meng Anci.
The other students were used to it; ever since the county exam, these three had been acting like they were possessed, each one more studious than the last, and all of them had dark circles under their eyes at such a young age.
When Zhao Zhiyuan the teacher enter, he put down his books and sat up straight. In order to surpass Meng Anci, he pestered his uncle to give him extra tutoring every night. He studied from the moment he opened his eyes and even dreamed about reciting texts.
He finally achieved some success in the county examination. Once he passed the prefectural examination, he could go to his great-grandfather's academy to study. He had heard that even the worst teacher in the Prefectural City Academy was a successful candidate in the imperial examinations.
Unlike Willow and Poplar County, where only my uncle was a successful candidate in the imperial examinations.
Master Zhao distributed the completed scripture copies, instructing them, "Pay attention to neat handwriting. You have half an hour. Those who finish can hand in their papers early."
There were two exams today: one on classical texts in the morning and one on miscellaneous essays in the afternoon. After class, we were left with one policy essay to be submitted the next day for grading.
Master Zhao paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.
Watching a group of little kids scratching their heads at their test papers, some biting their pens and unable to write a single word, some staring blankly into deep thought, and others writing furiously without knowing if they were right or wrong.
He stopped beside Meng Anci, and seeing that his handwriting was neat and that all the content he filled in was correct, he couldn't help but feel gratified.
Meng Anci is the youngest student in the academy, but also the most hardworking. Given time, he will surely achieve great things.
He then walked over to his nephew, a smile playing on his lips. If it weren't for Meng Anci's comparison, the brat would think he was a child prodigy, so arrogant for such a young age.
Seeing how diligently he studied, Master Zhao felt both gratified and distressed. He took a step away and walked to the table in Shiyan, where the Xiao Pang was writing very seriously with his pen in his hand.
Master Zhao nodded. Among the children, he had made the most progress, which was completely beyond his expectations.
There was a 15-minute break during the exam. Shiyan was just about to go out and play when she subconsciously looked back and saw Meng Anci still reading.
Shiyan gritted his teeth, abruptly opened a book and started reading. "Let's just keep at it like this, let's see how long you can keep this up," Zhao Zhiyuan silently quickened his reading pace.
Before they knew it, it was noon, and the students of the Enlightenment Academy rushed to the canteen in a swarm.
Shiyan was the first to arrive. Yesterday, he ate 15 minutes later Meng Anci, and this time he was determined to catch up.
Zhao Zhiyuan, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Meng Anci, "The prefectural examination is coming up soon, I want to study a little more."
Zhao Zhiyuan stood up with a smile, "Then you see, ask me if there's anything you don't understand."
Damn it... he tricked me.
After wolfing down his food, Shiyan pushed his bowl and chopsticks in front of his classmate and ran towards the Enlightenment Academy. He hadn't seen Meng Anci during the meal and assumed he had gone home.
I didn't expect to freeze in place as soon as I entered the door.
Meng Anci was seen munching on a steamed bun while reading a book. Shi Yan stomped his foot in Shiyan, realizing he had miscalculated!
Shiyan Qi Ingestion, "It's pointless to even look. You can't surpass Zhao Zhiyuan; he's Master Zhao's nephew."
Meng Anci in her chewing, looked up at the idiot-like look in his eyes, and said, "Who said I was compared to him?"
Shiyan scoffed, "I said you glanced at him three times this morning."
"Do you have eyes in the back of your head? Why are you staring at me instead of reading?"
Shiyan, with his chubby body, squeezed into his seat, pulled out a book, opened it wide, and said fiercely, "If I surpass you in the prefectural exam, you'll have to call me father."
Meng Anci glanced at him indifferently and continued eating her steamed bun. "I never bet with others. Gambling is bad."
"You... you..." Shiyan's face flushed red with anger, "Then I'll surpass you, and you give me fifty taels of silver."
"No gambling."
"You're not going to gamble?!" Shiyan's fat belly heaved with anger. Meng Anci had swindled all of his New Year's money over the past few years, and now he wanted to turn the tables, but Meng Anci wasn't going to play anymore.
Ugh... How could there be such a despicable person?
Shiyan leaned back angrily, thinking, "I'll crush you, you little devil!" But the next moment, someone kicked the chair, and Shiyan turned around angrily to glare at him.
The room gradually filled up, and everyone settled down to prepare for the exam.
Time flew by, and it was time to leave school. Meng Anci took the essay questions home; this was the last exam before the prefectural examination, and he took it very seriously.
In the study, Meng Anci had a river map drawn by Lu Chi on his desk. He stood on a chair, staring at the map in deep thought.
Lu Chi leaned back lazily in his chair, a scroll in his hand. "Have you figured it out yet?"
"Don't rush me," Meng Anci, holding his brush, a few drops of ink on his face. The essay his teacher had left him was titled "The Yellow River breaches its banks, harming farmers; to strengthen the dikes and prevent flooding, where should we begin?"
The task required writing one hundred words. This was the first time Meng Anci had encountered such a difficult question, and he was somewhat bewildered, unsure of where to begin.
Leaving aside whether he could write all one hundred words, he couldn't even understand this diagram. Lu Chi put down his book, walked behind him, and carefully explained the diagram.
"Unblocking the blockage... there are four solutions, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. Think about it from this perspective."
These words were like a wake-up call, Meng Anci's little brain instantly became bright. Unfortunately, the solution he came up with at such a young age was also naive. By the time he finished writing his hundred-word essay, it was already dark.