On April 22, the spring scenery of Luoyang City had not yet completely disappeared, and another warm spring breeze blew over. The three-year examination was held at the Examination Institute in the Eastern Suburbs of Luoyang. Thousands of candidates were filled with ink and lifelong hopes and set foot on the examination room.

Outside the Examination Institute in the morning, students were entering the venue in an orderly manner, and the chaotic abortion was not entirely the candidates, and there were also those who came to take the exam like Han Jian. When they arrived at the entrance of the Examination Institute, Han Jian was also teaching them earnestly.

"Ruan Ping, don't hold it if you can't answer the test questions. If it really doesn't work, just hand in the paper early. Sima died before he got off the tutor. You fell into it and came out to accompany him..."

"Can't you say something nice?" Ruan Ping glared, "This 'Die before you succeed'..."

Zhuge Liang in this time and space was "fast in his army", so naturally no descendants Du Fu would write poems to express his feelings.

"Ruan Ping, I've been in there for three days and two nights, eating, sitting and sleeping, taking care of myself." Han Jian handed over a small purse, "It's useful to hold it."

Ruan Ping asked in surprise: "What are you doing? Bribery the examiner?"

"Briefing the examiner is not enough to see enough money. I asked you to add a dish to it, otherwise you will only have vegetables and tofu in the past two days. How can you have the strength to take the exam if you don't eat enough?"

When candidates enter the examination room, in order to prevent entrainment, they are not allowed to bring their own meals. The meals for these three days will be provided by the examination institute, but the amount of porridge, tea and food is insufficient. Some capable candidates will bring some money to add to the meal, and they can eat as much as the money they have.

Ruan Ping didn't want to pick up the wallet, but after thinking about it, it was still important to take the exam, and he had the strength to eat better, so he happily picked up the wallet.

"That's right." Han Jian smiled, "You are the only one in there, take care of yourself."

Han Jian gave in for a long time, but didn't say anything encouraged. He knew that he would just put Ruan Ping on the test. But Han Jian felt so nervous. In the end, he couldn't help but say, "Test hard, you know that I will not be able to go back to Jiangdu for a while. Sima Daxia is determined to be in all directions. If you fail the exam, you can only pack up the bedding and go home..."

Although Ruan Ping is a little pedantic on weekdays, he has long been used to his casual and imaginative words in the years he has been with Han Jian. At this time, he no longer listened to Han Jian's nonsense, and took his own things to the entrance of the examination hall for examination.

Han Jian looked at the door, sighed, and looked back to the General Office of the Auditorium to continue to act as his job. Today, he came to send Ruan Ping into the examination room, which had been delayed for more than an hour.

Just as Han Jian was about to leave, he found that his boss, Ma Jining, the head of the Treasury Department, was talking to a Confucian scholar at the entrance of the examination institute.

"Go, I thought I was late." Han Jian showed a smirk on his face.

"Your Highness, are you?" Ma Jining found Han Jian and came over with the Confucian scholar.

Han Jian looked at the Confucian scholar. He was about forty years old and looked hypocritical. In Han Jian's words, this person was very good at showing off his character and had a sense of arrogance as a scholar. Han Jian thought, is he here to take the exam when he is so old?

"Come and send a friend in for the exam." Han Jian said with a smile.

Ma Jining nodded and introduced the Confucian scholar beside him with a smile: "Your Highness, this is the deputy examiner of this session, Jiang Yingcai, the Minister of Rites. Brother Jiang, this is the backbone of my Great Wei Dynasty, and Xiaodong King is also."

"I have met His Highness the Eastern King." Jiang Yingcai bowed his hands, his tone still being cold or indifferent.

Han Jian knew that these scholars were basically members of the royalists and had never had a good impression of foreign ministers like him who had a place. They did not plan for each other.

Han Jian also bowed his hands and smiled, "Mr. Jiang, you are polite."

Ma Jining said on the side: "Your Highness may not know that Mr. Jiang is Cui Boru's favorite disciple. You should go around more in the future."

When Han Jian heard this, Old Man Cui’s favorite disciple? This really has a "original origin". From this point of view, Han Jian knew that although Cui Mingli did not have much real power in the court, there were many disciples, and the big tree attracted the wind.

"It turns out to be the disciple of Mr. Cui Shiwei..." Han Jian deliberately called Cui Mingli "Shiwei". In fact, according to seniority, Cui Mingli was Han Jian's grandfather's generation. Of course, Han Jian never planned to discuss seniority with Mr. Cui.

When talking about mentors, Jiang Yingcai, who was cold-eyed at Han Jian, should be cautious, and quickly bowed his head and said, "Remember the teachings of teachers in your heart."

Han Jian didn't talk nonsense to him. He didn't like him, so there was no need for him to compete with relatives with him with a shame. But he thought it was quite interesting to scare people with Old Man Cui.

Han Jian said a few words to Ma Jining, mainly asking about the work. Ma Jining smiled and said, "If your highness has something to do, it doesn't matter if you just go there after the first half. Our warehouse department will be free before the summer grain is in the warehouse."

Han Jian smiled and said goodbye. Ma Jining said a few words to Jiang Yingcai and said goodbye first.

After both of them left, Jiang Yingcai sighed and said to himself: "Don't be lucky."

As the deputy examiner of this year, he will soon enter the examination institute and eat and live with the candidates for three days, but he still can't let go of some things outside.

A man who looked like an official walked over quickly and whispered: "Mr. Jiang, I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yingcai glanced at his subordinate.

"The last time the surname Su, he... is here to take the exam again..."

When Jiang Yingcai first heard the news, he didn't think so, but when he thought about it, the "submitted to Su" seemed to have become familiar with him.

"Maoling Su Tingxia? Didn't he return home? He is still looking for someone..." Jiang Yingcai made a "kill" gesture, "Why would he ask him to take the exam?"

"Mr. Jiang didn't know anything. Two years ago, we did send people to Maoling to kill this kid. Who knows... He didn't return to his hometown and didn't know where he hid. Until the first two days, he suddenly submitted his name to take the exam. We asked in the inn and inn where the candidates were received in Luoyang, but he was not the same person..."

Jiang Yingcai felt the seriousness of the situation and murmured: "Would someone know his background and deliberately... to vote in his name and test him?"

The official sighed: "This matter is hard to say. He was the top scholar appointed by His Majesty in the last imperial examination, if not..."

"There will be a mistake!" Jiang Yingcai shouted, "Send someone to find this person quickly. I will go and talk to the people above. This matter is of great importance. If the court investigates his life, so many of us will not be able to take care of it!"

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Han Jian arrived at the General Office of the Shangdian Office for the Jishui Hall, and there was no one there. Han Jian looked at the sun outside, and it was almost overhead, and there was no court service. Could it be that the people in the Shangdian Office had anything to do?

Han Jian walked all the way and felt a little thirsty. He just found a seat and then poured a cup of tea himself. There was a copywriting on the table, like a draft, and it was painted in a mess. Han Jian held the tea cup in one hand and opened the book note with the other, and glanced at it casually.

It is the design drawing of the Taoist tower to be built by the Shangqing Palace, a rough skeleton with some words written scattered. Han Jian looked at it himself and frowned immediately. Judging from his experience in civil engineering, the eight-story Taoist tower built with this sketch will undoubtedly collapse from three to five years to decades.

"Is this the shitty tower that the imperial court wants to build for money?" Han Jian shook his head helplessly. He always thought that the wisdom of the ancients was infinite, and miracles could remain until hundreds or thousands of years later.

But it is obvious that what can be preserved for future generations are the essence of the wisdom of the ancients, and the dregs have been eliminated naturally. For example, this Taoist tower will be finished in decades, and history will not remember it.

After reading the drawings, Han Jian looked at the information about Shangqing Palace below the book. There was no geological report or groundwater level report. It was just to give you a piece of open space and build a tower on it. Han Jian thought this was a very nonsense.

The text on the fold is originally written and drawn, and it is copied, not the original. Han Jian felt that he was bored anyway, so he might as well design a "pagoda" by himself.

Unfortunately, the projects he was responsible for were dozens of meters of foundation and steel and concrete, which made him build a pagoda with soil, bricks, stones and wood, which made him feel that it was difficult to get started. Han Jian had no ruler, but just roughly drew the paintings. He had no references, so he drew an eight-story tower body based on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda he had seen in Xi'an before. On some structural beams, he also changed some patterns, mainly in line with some principles of modern people building tall buildings, adding foundations, and then increasing the bearing pressure in the middle and lower parts of the tower body, and using the narrow layer to stabilize the center of gravity.

When Han Jian finished painting, he still felt dissatisfied, but he was the one who practiced writing, so he didn't make any demands.

"Build a tower in this way, not the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, probably the Leaning Tower of Pisa, which is good to support it for two or three hundred years." Han Jian smiled self-deprecatingly, threw the book aside and ignored it, so he went back to Qingxu Yashe for lunch.

When he came back from lunch, there was still no one left. He wanted to find the book clip again to continue his conception, but found that the book clip was taken away by someone.
Chapter completed!