The world's talented people are divided into civil and martial arts. Some people say that those who are poor in literature and martial arts are rich.
It seems reasonable, but it is also biased. Literature can be poor in learning, such as Kuang Heng's chiseling of walls to steal light, or Sun Jing's head hanging from a beam to stab his buttocks. But the wealth of learning and literature lies in the journey of thousands of miles and the teachings of the wise master. Since childhood.
, the cost is much more than that of Nawu.
Han Kezhong is no longer a middle-aged man, and waiting another three years will be a huge expense.
When I think about my wife at home, she has not bought new clothes for many years. My mother is reluctant to eat more pork. Then I think about the diligent hope of my elders and elders in the family, and my clothes are wet with tears.
When he first left home, the clan leader and the county chief sent him off in person.
The old patriarch shouted from behind, "When you come back, visit the grave of our ancestors!"
"Brother Han!" Upon seeing this, Jiang Hongye called softly and rubbed the other person's shoulders.
Han Kezhong's tears stung Yang Rong's heart. He sat blankly at the table, his eyeballs instantly filled with bloodshot eyes. Cui Yingying stood aside, at a loss.
"Why are you crying!" Next to him, Fengyang Gongshi Liu Nianzu came with a few fellow villagers and whispered, "I'm not going to win, so what's the use of crying? You're all a big man, put away your tears and have ambition.
Let's go home and read a book, and one day we will win!"
He could see clearly, and slapped Han Kezhong hard on the back, and said with a smile, "Let's go have a drink, I'll treat you!" Then, he glanced sideways at the distracted Yang Rong, and laughed, "Why are you looking like that?
?Why are you crying and crying after you have been hit?"
Just as Cui Yingying was about to speak, Yang Rong stood up and said, "What this brother said is absolutely true!" He said to Han Kezhong, "Brother Han, don't be depressed. As the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way. I have a book of historical scientific examinations by my side.
The notes of gains and losses will be given back to you to help you!"
This favor is so great that even if you spend a lot of money to buy a book like this, you can't buy it. No matter who has it, it will be kept at home as a heirloom.
Han Kezhong was grateful and bowed to the end.
"You Jinshi master is so mean to me!" Liu Nian'en laughed and said, "Let's go drink together!" After saying that, he pulled Yang Rong and Han Kezhong without any explanation and walked downstairs.
Outside the teahouse, the area near where the results were released was still overcrowded.
Those students who did not win were frantically looking for their names in the imperial list on the wall. They were unwilling to search over and over again, crying while searching. When they really couldn't find it, they beat the wall like crazy.
, howling silently.
"Hey, it's difficult for us scholars!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Nian'en said, "How many people have been driven crazy by this imperial examination from ancient times to the present?" As he said that, he sighed slightly and said softly, "I'm crazy for the name, and my liver and heart are broken for the sake of promotion, so many white heads.
If you still fail, your life’s ambition will become a waste!”
Yang Rongqiang smiled and said, "Brother Liu is a good poet!"
"What a damn poetic talent, I'm not the material to study at all!" Liu Nian'en said with a smile, "If I won the imperial examination, my ancestors' graves would be smoking. If my great-grandfather hadn't said something when he was still alive, I wouldn't be subject to this.
Sin, isn’t it bad to be the landlord at home?”
He laughed again at this point and said, "I'm not afraid of you being a Jinshi master. Our status as Fengyang tribute scholars is somewhat tainted by the glory of being the royal hometown. Otherwise, in places like Fujian and Jiangxi
, I’m afraid I can’t even get a scholar!”
Yang Rong thought about it and started laughing, "Brother Liu is serious!"
"What's the point? Look at us fellow countrymen, we came to the capital and exposed our secrets. None of us were successful. Damn it. This time we are embarrassed and thrown into grandma's house. Before we came here, the left-behind adults in Zhongdu even held a special banquet.
Tell us to take the exam well, I'm afraid we'll get scolded if we go back this time!"
Liu Nianen laughed heartily, and the Fengyang scholars around him also laughed, all with a bit of indifference.
Yang Rong was moved in his heart, "How noble is Fengyang Zhongdu to hold a banquet for him? Moreover, Liu Nianen's tone seems to be very indifferent to fame and fortune. Ordinary people don't have this kind of tolerance? I haven't heard of it.
Is there a Liu family in Fengyang?"
At this time, I saw Liu Nian'en holding Han Kezhong's shoulder again, "Thank you for returning the hero of Shandong. You bitch, it's just that you missed it and you're afraid of a bird! Come back to Fengyang with me in a few days and stay at my house for a while."
, suddenly remembered something and asked, "How many have you won in Shandong this year?"
Han Kezhong thought about it and felt a little unsure, "It seems like none of them hit?"
Jiang Hongye also said, "No one is successful, there are no Shandong people among the top three!"
"It's weird, no one has been chosen in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius?" Liu Nian'en frowned and said.
Immediately, he turned back again and looked at the imperial list posted on the city wall.
Suddenly, a voice called from the front, "But Brother Liu?"
Liu Nianen took a closer look and saw that there were more than a dozen scholars gathered in front of him. He knew the man leading the group, Liu Hansong, who came from Shangqiu, Henan Province. Because they were both surnamed Liu, they became even closer after they met in Beijing.
"I am Brother Liu, and you are also Brother Liu!" Liu Nianen said with a smile, "What are you doing here?"
Liu Hansong cupped his hands, frowned and said, "Hey, a few fellow Nian brothers from the same village missed and fainted on the spot." As he said that, he sighed, "Brother Liu, how many of you Fengyang got hit?" 5⑧16○.
"Not one!" Liu Nianen laughed.
"Huh?" Liu Hansong frowned, "We in Henan also missed the mark?"
"What?" Jiang Hongye leaned over and said, "We don't have any in Shandong either!"
When people are together, the voice becomes louder. And because the tone is too urgent, the words are spread to the side.
Several Gongzi heard the sound and came over, cupped their hands and said, "I'm going to Hebei to really decide Guo Xiangnan, but one of us in Hebei also missed the mark?"
"Can't you?" The people around him became more and more strange.
Scholars kept coming and gradually gathered under the imperial list.
"Yan Chuang of Yuncheng, Shanxi, and none of us in Shanxi failed!"
"Yang Fu from Hanzhong in Shaanxi, and no one from Shaanxi was on the list!"
"I am from Zhaoshan, coming from Jinzhou, and the Liaodong Dusi is also a beauty!"
Gradually, more and more scholars were around, talking about the success of the region they represented. They were shocked to find that no one from the northern provinces was on the list.
"Duan Na, we in Guangxi didn't win either!"
Not only the students from the north, but also Guangxi students were wiped out. However,
"Hey, that's weird!" Liu Nian'en slapped his head, "It's reasonable to fail in one place. It's impossible for us northerners to pass the exam, right?"
"That's right!" Liu Hansong also said, "Since the country started to recruit scholars, there has never been a case where all the people from the north failed!"
"Look again!" Liu Nianen waved his hand, and hundreds of scholars gathered around the imperial list, staring at it with wide eyes.
"What a none!" someone shouted.
"Hey, two people from Yunnan have won, don't wait in the top three. Is it that I, a student from Hebei, am not as good as a student from Yunnan?"
At this time, Yunnan had just been included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty. It was a frontier land. If not for the immigrants from the Central Plains, the local population would have been only 260,000.
"You see, almost all the students who got selected are students from Fujian, Zhejiang and other places?" Someone else shouted, "How could it be such a coincidence? Is it possible that all the Wenqu stars were reincarnated?"
"Is there something fishy?" someone shouted.
Hearing this, Cui Yingying was very unhappy. Just as she was about to speak, Yang Rong grabbed her clothes.
"Brother Yang!"
"Stop talking!" Yang Rong looked sternly, looked at the students who were making more and more noise, and whispered, "Let's go home!"
"Brother Yang, these people"
"Shut up!" Yang Rong stamped his feet and said, "Quickly leave!"
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