The first day when all the students of Banshan Hall in the Imperial College arrived ended uneventfully.
Afterwards, most of the students said with lingering fear that they were lucky to have listened to Zhang Chen and the other two's violent persuasion and Lu Sanlang's gentle persuasion. Otherwise, with the emperor's sudden arrival, anyone who missed class would be as conspicuous as a bright light at night. On the contrary, the three underage princes, the third and fourth princes, became classmates, and they felt no pressure.
With the eldest prince and the second prince, the two legitimate sons of the queen, in front, the little prince is just the little prince.
In contrast, Zhang Shou's first history lecture was about the White Horse Disaster, which was interpreted more from the perspective of the imperial examination, which naturally attracted criticism from some people. But compared with his initial statement that the present is better than the past, the story of the White Horse Disaster has become a completely negligible one. However, the emperor's promise to the academic officials of the Imperial College overshadowed these controversies.
At that moment, the low-ranking officials who had originally envied the rare but precious position of Imperial College Doctor were almost going crazy with envy!
One year of waiting, three years to select a sixth-rank official position, this is simply... On top of the already fragrant braised pork, add a piece of mouth-watering pig's trotter!
The elective course on the first afternoon was just a messy course selection statistics, so in the evening, Zhang Shou once again stepped into the Shuntian government office. It was not his first time here, so he was not familiar with the place, but the master he had met before treated him as if he was the most familiar person, talking to him familiarly and sending him to the second hall of the Shuntian government office.
When Zhang Shou stepped into this place, he saw a scene that was unexpected but reasonable.
That's really... a mountain of texts!
He once knew that the examination papers for the college entrance examination would take up a room to be piled up. And now, in a corner of the second hall of the Shuntian government office, there were piles of various scrolls and papers, which looked extremely messy at first glance.
Behind the major case, the usually serious Shuntian prefect Wang Jie was sitting there with a cold face. The person who was behind him was a young official whom he seemed to have met at the gate of Shuntian prefecture. However, he was quickly pushed into a sedan chair by Zhu Ying that day, and he forgot to ask who the person was. According to the news he had heard before, it should be Song Tuiguan.
The desks of both of them were filled with documents as big as a mountain.
Next to this Magistrate Song, a young man who was so familiar to him that he didn't even notice his coming in. He was leaning over a small table, numbly looking at the papers one by one, and throwing them on the ground after he finished reading.
It was not until Zhang Shou stood beside the small desk, blocking the light, that the young man suddenly raised his head, his face full of anger. When he recognized him, he suddenly shouted angrily.
"Young Master, take a look at these papers! They are so rubbish, yet they dare to send them to the Shuntian government office!"
Zhang Shou squatted down and picked up a paper on the ground. He took a look and felt his temples throbbing. If he were a grading teacher, he would rather receive a blank paper than see three eight-part essays with profound ideas and great principles on a paper with only three math problems!
What the hell is this!