The old man stood under the ancient banyan tree, his face etched with years of hardship. He gazed at the distant mountains, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and resignation. "Lao Wang," he called out, his voice steady despite his age,
"Have you heard the latest news from the capital?"
Lao Wang, who was busy tending to the fields, looked up and wiped the sweat from his brow. "What news, Old Zhang? Is it about the emperor's decree again?"
Old Zhang nodded slowly. "Yes, it's about the imperial examination. They say this year, the questions will be even more difficult, focusing on the classics of Confucianism." He paused, then added with a sigh,
"Back in my day, we had to memorize the entire Analects, but now, with all the changes in the court, who knows what tricks they're planning."
Lao Wang shook his head, leaning on his hoe. "Ah, those days are long gone. I remember when we were young, dreaming of passing the exam and becoming officials. But life had other plans for us." He glanced at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering. "Looks like rain is coming. We'd better head back."
As they walked toward the village, Old Zhang continued, "If only my grandson, Xiao Ming, could study harder. He's got the talent, but his heart is set on that new invention from the west—the steam engine or something like that."
Lao Wang chuckled. "The world is changing, my friend. Even in our remote Jiangnan, we can't escape it."
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