The capital of Yanzhou, Jinan, Baiyun Tower by the Pearl Spring. A tall and elegant young man was writing poems in Baiyun Tower:

"…The long songs are generously chanting, and the wind is moving like a hero. The dusk comes from afar, and the broken clouds are slanted and suddenly disappear... An ancient moon rises to the east."

A hearty and wonderful essay was written in one go, without adding any more words, and you are very talented.

Signature is: Zhang Yanghao, Jinan - "Baiyunlou Fu"

A scholar next to him said with a fan and said, "Good! Brother Ximeng's poem is magnificent and has a lofty intention, which makes us ashamed. He is worthy of being the number one talented man in Jinan!"

Others exclaimed.

Zhang Yanghao smiled calmly and calmly, "Although the poems and lyrics are our strengths, they are still small paths. Now, the Holy Emperor is here to Luoyang, seeking talent and the Central Plains are in vain. It is the time for men to use their lives. How can they just sing words and phrases, travel to the forests and springs, and forget the mountains and rivers?"

A scholar said, "Is Brother Ximeng going to serve in the Tang Dynasty? However, although Brother Ximeng is a young handsome man, he has been an official of the Yuan court after all, so I am afraid the court will not like it."

Zhang Yanghao is only in his early twenties this year, but he is a young man and has been a scholar in Dongping. Although he is not in charge at this time, he has been an official in the Yuan Dynasty after all.

Zhang Yanghao did not answer, but wrote a poem again: "The sage king of Luoyang is vast, and the poor scholar in Jinan curled his heart. A little flawed smoke and jade, and his heart is full of worry. Liang's father chants."

The meaning of the poem is full of faith. He believes that although he is a flawed jade, he can worry about the dawn of the world and a heart of ice. The holy emperor will not care about it.

Of course, Zhang Yanghao is a wealthy family in Jinan, but he is not a so-called poor man.

"It seems that Brother Ximeng is going to decide to go to the new dynasty." A scholar said, "I wonder if Brother Ximeng wants to participate in the new dynasty imperial examination, or is there a way to recommend the election?"

"The imperial examinations in the new dynasty are not as good as those in the Jin and Song dynasties. It is said that if you pass the imperial examination, you will only be awarded the ninth rank of official positions. However, the admission ratio is very high, but you still have to take the exam for the Six Arts and Agriculture of Gentlemen. Brother Ximeng is a talented person, so it is more appropriate to recommend him."

Zhang Yanghao smiled and said, "I have no way, but I still want to go and recommend it. I have packed up and will go west to Luoyang within three days to try my luck."

"Okay, go together! Go together! If you can't recommend it, it's not too late to take the imperial examination again!" Another scholar said, "With Brother Zhang's talent, he can do it even as a county magistrate!"

"The Holy Emperor is in power and the Central Plains is restored, and he can be appointed as an official!"

"The new dynasty and new atmosphere. Less than two months after the Tang Dynasty restored the Central Plains, the various places were in order, just like a long drought and rain. It was really amazing."

The next day, Zhang Yanghao, a famous scholar in Jinan, took a group of literary friends to Luoyang together.

Zhang Yanghao is a descendant of Zhang Jiuling. He became famous at a young age and was very generous. In history, he volunteered to go to Dadu to seek the powerful and powerful in order to recommend him. Later, he had a prosperous official career and indeed became a high-ranking official in the Yuan court. He seemed to be a fan of greed for wealth.

However, the Yuanting imperial examination was restored with his efforts. He also presided over the first imperial examination in Yuanting.

This person is not only a master of literature in the Yuan Dynasty, but also a famous Han politician. He is definitely not as simple as an official fan. Judging from his historical deeds, he is very caring for the people and has excellent political talents.

But when he went there, I wonder if he could get a job in Tang Ting.

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Hedong, Jiezhou, Pingyang County, Guantouyuanzhuang.

Today, two people suddenly came to the countryside for riding horses and arrived at the Yuanzhuang on the edge of the Yellow River. The two of them wore furious clothes and wore swords and bowed on their backs. As soon as they entered the village, they attracted the attention of the villagers and many people avoided them.

"Old man! Stop, why are you panic! I have something to ask, come and answer!" a man shouted.

The old man who ran away had to turn around, sing to the two arrogant men, and saluted respectfully: "Master, please tell me, the old man, just listen carefully."

"It was Guan Yu's hometown at this moment?" the toll asked.

"Yes, it is the hometown of Shouting Hou." The old man nodded immediately with Youhao and showed a honest smile. However, this smile could not hide the sad face of the sadness.

It seems that these two men do not look like they are from the county, but rather from the state. Who doesn’t know that the juncture of the county was originally the hometown of the Han Shouting Hou?

"Old man." Another official spoke even more rudely, "Is there a person named Guan Hanqing in all places? You answered honestly, but one word is wrong. Be careful with your skin!"

Guan Hanqing? The old man subconsciously nodded, "Yes." He said, "Are you?" and pointed south, "Mr. Guan, that's a famous person here, who doesn't know? His home is right by the Yellow River."

"Then is he at home?" the man asked again, his expression as if the old man would be whipped if he dared to say he was not here.

The old man quickly replied: "Mr. Guan has been in the south and Dadu before. When he came back a few years ago, he never went out again."

The two men stopped talking nonsense, went south and headed straight to the Yellow River.

At this time, in a dilapidated courtyard, only half a mile from the east bank of the Yellow River, there was a tall man in his fifties who were milling herbs in the courtyard.

Although this person was dressed in a simple manner and was still crushing herbs, his face was quite elegant and did not look like a farmer.

As he was crushing, the man suddenly threw away the herbs in his hand and sighed.

"Mr. I sighed very much." An old woman with gray hair and haggard face came out of the room. "Didn't Mr. I say that she was not cooked or beaten with a copper pea that could not be flattened? Why did she sigh all day long? Didn't Mr. I claim to be the leader of the world's male leaders and the leader of the prodigal sons in the world?"

I obviously read books when I heard her speak.

The man turned around and smiled bitterly, "Madam, you are not afraid of cooking copper peas, not frying, not pounding, but afraid of melting the stove!"

He pointed at Xiao Ran's dilapidated courtyard, "My family has fallen to this point, and there is no overnight food for the family, and even money for ink is hard to find. Why don't you worry about it?"

The old woman's face that could vaguely see the charm of the past showed a sneer: "Do you, Mr. Lang regret it? I miss you, Guan Hanqing, was once famous in Dadu, and was precious in Luoyang, Jiangnan. She was a hero who was once a hero. Unexpectedly, she was about to come, and she was about to go around the alleys and exchange for money for couplets. Do you regret not having to run a career in the officialdom?"

Of course, this man is Guan Hanqing, the opera master.

Speaking of which, Guan Hanqing's ancestors were also wealthy families, but he had long declined and became a medical household. In his early years, he was once a medical official in Dadu. However, his ambition was still to help the world and the people, but he was unwilling to subdue the powerful and nobles of the world, nor was he willing to serve the Mongol Yuan, so he indulged in opera and was actually for everyone.

Back then, Guan Hanqing rode a crane to Yangzhou, making friends with famous scholars and actors in Jiangnan, and was nostalgic for Liyuan Theater. He was really famous.

If he could not become an official, he had no hope of his career. Guan Hanqing could only devote himself to opera, and promoted his righteousness in his heart in one popular masterpiece after another, but repeatedly offended the powerful. Especially in recent years, the Yuan court gradually abandoned Han laws and became more harsh on Han scholars. It was already difficult to act in dramas.

Over the past few years, many playwrights and actors have been arrested for slander. The stronger the Li Tang in the south, the more harsh the Yuan court was on Liyuan opera. It was not a drama that the Yuan court liked, and it could not be performed at all.

This is also an important reason why Guan Hanqing was in trouble.

"Madam, I have regretted it. But what I regret is not not not not running a business career, but regretting returning to Hedong." Guan Hanqing smiled bitterly and pointed to the south. "A few years ago, when the Tang lord raised his army, we were still in Jinling, and we didn't know the details of the Tang army. When he heard about the war, he thought the Jiangnan was in chaos, so he quickly crossed the river and returned north."

"Now it seems that the Lord Tang is really the Lord of the Destiny, not the bandits. I heard that the Lord Tang sat in Luoyang, cultivated Chang'an, helped the world and the people, and had a great atmosphere of opening up the prosperous times of the Han and Tang Dynasties. If he had stayed in the south at the beginning, he might have been able to serve the Han family and would have been a waste of his life."

Guan’s wife smiled bitterly: “What’s the use of saying these? Nowadays, the ferry guards are extremely strict, and it is difficult to cross the river. Besides, even if we can smuggle into Henan, the Tang Lord may not know you, and use you. If you want to become an official and show your ambitions, it is still difficult to ascend to heaven.”

"I won't mention it. I will make herbs first to change some wheat. Otherwise, the family will be hungry again. Alas, the people are in trouble, and even if they are sick, they just wait to die. It will be harder to change their mouths and eat this medical technique." This man who claims to be a copper pea was very helpless at this time.

"Dad." A young man with a taller figure than Guan Hanqing came out of the house. "I'll go to the river to work hard to see if I can catch a few fish."

"You." Guan Hanqing shook his head with regret, "What's the use of working hard all day long? My Guan family is a medical household, and the imperial court is forbidden weapons. You don't have any swords, guns, bows and arrows to use. What kind of martial arts can you practice? Even if you practice martial arts well, what's the use? Will you kill people for the Yuan court?"

The young man said unconvincedly: "Dad, I am a descendant of Han Shouting Hou. What's wrong with practicing martial arts? Even if I can't win fame immediately, I can still defend myself in troubled times."

This young man is called Guan Cheng. He has loved martial arts since he was a child. He took his ancestor Guan Yu as a model. He has a good strength, values ​​loyalty, and can also study. He can be said to be both civil and military talents, but he looks like a Marquis of Han Shouting.

However, he was not lucky. He agreed with loyalty and righteousness, was unwilling to devote himself to military affairs, and served in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. He was unwilling to become a bandit. In addition, as a medical household, the land was scarce and he could only rely on the river to eat.

Guancheng usually fishes by the Yellow River and works as a boatman. He worked hard to find some food, and his life was quite difficult and frustrating.

In addition, Guan Hanqing treated people with illness and writing, so he could only pay taxes and barely make a living for his family.

Fortunately, Guan Hanqing was famous after all, and was a famous talented man in Jiezhou. He also worked as a small medical official in most of the capital. He belonged to the scholar, so the Mongolian Seme Guardian Jia of the village community did not bully them.

This makes the Guan family still better than other people, at least they will not be deliberately bullied by the chief of the security chief and the big family.

As soon as Guan Cheng left the house, guests came to his house.

Of course, it is the night owl who goes to the house and won’t have good things to come.

The two men didn't even get off the horse, so they rode their horses and drove directly to the dilapidated courtyard of the Guan family.

"Master Guan! Is Madam Guan?" A man dismounted and squeezed out a smile to ask Guan Hanqing.

Guan Hanqing frowned and bowed, "It's Guan, right? How dare you ask the two men what you are doing?"

While talking, Guan’s wife hurriedly brought out two bowls of water, "Two men come far away to work hard, let’s have a drink of water."

She hates the officials in her heart. These little officials are like wolves and tigers, and are very stingy. They are simply experts who exploit small people and suck bones and marrows.

Although these people are very angry, they cannot be offended at all.

"I heard that Master Guan is also a romantic figure, but I didn't expect that it would be difficult now." The two men looked at the dilapidation and shabby yard, and their attitude became even more arrogant.

Humph, it’s amazing that a poor scholar is so poor that he has some reputation. What should he do? If he agrees, it’s fine. If he doesn’t agree, it depends on how our public servants do.

"Please look at the seat, just say something." Guan Hanqing looked solemn when he saw the visitor.

He hates dealing with such people the most.

"Damn it." Two men with big horses turned to the stone bench with golden swords, and a pitch-black wooden sign appeared.

When Guan Hanqing looked at it, he said that "Xiezhou Yatang" was a big character.

It turned out that they were the public from the prefecture city, not the county town. What did the prefecture and Daruwachi send them here to do?

"It turned out to be sent by the state yamen, but is there any division of sects?" Guan Hanqing asked patiently.

A man nodded, "The King of the Prefecture, I have specially sent us to invite Master Guan to write a storybook for the King of the King."

What? Write a script? Be the governor of Wang?

Guan Hanqing suddenly realized something was wrong.

But he heard another official laughing and said, "The matter entrusted by the king is just a trivial matter for Master Guan. However, the money is not limited." After that, he took out a silver ingot.

"This is ten taels of silver, which is the payment for Mr. Guan. Please accept it with a smile." With a push, he pushed the silver ingot in front of Guan Hanqing, and he still felt reluctant to leave.

In fact, the magistrate paid twenty taels for the money, but the two of them were greedy for ten taels.

Of course, it is impossible for the magistrate to know.

"How did this make it happen?" Guan Hanqing didn't even look at Bai Yin in front of him and said lightly: "I don't know what book the King Envoy wants to write?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Both men were happy, as if this was very interesting.
To be continued...