(Yesterday's collection rose by 54, and the recommendation rose by 80! Book friends are all very good! So now it's the scholar's turn to fulfill his promise. Today's fourth update, this is the first update!

In addition, the top three recommended in this book yesterday were 26 votes from the book friend "Corpsy Blood Fang", 11 votes from "I am the Six Returns" and 8 votes from "Supreme of the Ferris"! Thank you!

As for other book friends who voted for recommendation, since scholars can only see the top three, they cannot give a name to them one by one! But thank you for your support!)

Looking at Li Sirui who was drunk and unconscious, there was no way. Zhang Xuan and grandson Chu could only carry him into the room. Fortunately, Li Sirui had good wine. He just slept when he was drunk and did not make a big fuss. After settling Li Sirui, Zhang Xuan and the other two returned to the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Xuan's mood was still a little difficult to calm down. Although he was only a scholar and was still at the bottom of a scholar, he was no longer a civilian, but a noble class, and it was very different from that time! More importantly, this confirms the fact that his destiny can indeed be changed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan used the qi-looking technique to look up at his head. A light yellow native energy stood upright. The white energy around him has now turned into a light red. This is caused by the improvement of status. The white energy is a commoner, and the light red color is the rank of the ninth rank. This is what scholar's fame brought to Zhang Xuan. From then on, you can see an official and wear blue clothes. If you want to be an official, you can also become a small official of the ninth rank.

Soon, the night passed. The next morning, Zhang Xuan and his grandson Chu had breakfast and knocked on Li Sirui's door and found that they were still drunk and still not awakened. The two looked at each other and shook their heads, not waking him up, so as not to be stimulated again. Then they walked towards the Yangzhou Prefect's Office together.

Today is the day for those who passed the exam to receive the scholar's fame certificate. Therefore, when Zhang Xuan and the others came to the government office, there were already more than a dozen people there.

After the two greeted these new scholars, they went inside. The one who received Zhang Xuan was a young official from the government who looked for it. It seemed that he was also a scholar.

After seeing Zhang Xuan and the others come in, they checked their identity and other information correctly, someone brought two wooden plates, which were placed on them with a set of blue satin Confucian robe, a green sword made of refined steel, and a token symbolizing the identity of a scholar.

This is one of the benefits given by the court. In the Dayong Dynasty, only those with a scholar or above can wear green clothes and long swords in public. Of course, only when you get a fame for the first time, the court will symbolically issue these things. If there is any damage, you have to make up for it yourself.

However, a blue shirt made of silk and a long sword made of Bailian Steel is worth fifty taels of silver, so the court is quite generous in this regard.

As for the reporter, if you take the identity token to your local parent official, he will naturally make arrangements for you.

After changing clothes and leaving the door, the dozen or so people had not yet dispersed. When they saw Zhang Xuan and the others coming out, they immediately surrounded him and approached him. They were all scholars together, and they had a friendship of the same age. Zhang Xuan and the other two were not willing to shirk responsibility. When they knew that they were both at such a young age, everyone became even more enthusiastic.

A group of people were wearing blue shirts and long swords on their waists, swaying across the market, attracting envious or jealous eyes on the street, and walked into a tea room with savor and exchanged tea!

Until noon, a rich young man named Wang Sheng said he wanted to invite everyone to celebrate, and everyone cheered. Although Zhang Xuan was not willing, he just had a meal. If he didn't give him any face, he would offend people a little! Since he had decided to roll around in this world, he still wanted some interpersonal relationships.

Wang Sheng was in his thirties and was very rich. He was a local wealthy family in Yangzhou City. He ranked 18th in the third place in the hospital examination, not too high. Through the Qi-seeing technique, Zhang Xuan found that he was also a seventh-grade red fate, but he was different from ordinary people. There was a layer of golden light covering his head. Don’t misunderstand that this is not merit, but the light of money that represents wealth.

The so-called money can help the gods, and the accumulation of this wealth to a certain extent is also a great power!

For him, being able to take the exam for a juren in this life is because his ancestors have accumulated virtue, so he wanted to take this opportunity to make more young heroes for future use. Therefore, he was not stingy and went directly to Sihailou.

Sihailou is a large chain restaurant specializing in seafood business, with branches in various large and medium-sized cities and one in Wei County. Thanks to the large-scale opening of marine transportation and the endless variety of seafood products, the business is very prosperous, but the energy behind it is huge. Although others are jealous, they dare not compete with it.

During the meal, Zhang Xuan didn't speak much, and focused on fighting with lobsters, crabs and abalone, but because he was drunk, he was praised by everyone for being generous and left an impression on everyone.

With Zhang Xuan’s current physique, it’s really not a pity to not lose a thousand cups!

After drinking and eating, Zhang Xuan and the others refused the next activity, after all, they were not very familiar with it.

When he returned to the inn, Li Sirui also got up, but he still looked a little unconscious. I don’t know if it was the sequelae of drunkenness or he was still worried about yesterday’s failure, or both.

"The imperial examination has been completed now, I wonder what the two brothers have plans?" Zhang Xuan took the opportunity to ask.

"I have several friends in Yangzhou City. This time I passed the exam for the scholar and wanted to visit them. I won't go back to Wei County for now." Zhang Xuan could understand that after passing the exam for the scholar and going to his friend's house to have a long face.

"I have something to do, and I want to stay in Yangzhou City for a few days, so I won't go back now!" After hesitating, Li Sirui also said.

Sun Chu had something to do, but Zhang Xuan believed it was really something to do, but Li Sirui was just a kind of escape. The three of them went to the test together, but he was the only one who failed the exam. He was inevitably a little disappointed. With his jealousy and inferiority complex, he refused to go with him anymore, but Zhang Xuan would not be stupid enough to expose it.

"Since that's the case, I'll go back first." After saying goodbye to the two, Zhang Xuan turned to the stairs to pack his luggage.

July is filled with fire (many people think this is the hot weather, but it actually means that July is coming, and the weather is getting colder.), and the weather is gradually getting colder. Therefore, before three o'clock (13:45 pm), Zhang Xuan set off with a bookcase on his back.

Since he came to this world, Zhang Xuan has never come out. Even though he came to Yangzhou City for the last time to take the exam, he still walked together in a carriage and didn't have time to take a good look at the scenery of this world.

Therefore, when he went back alone this time, Zhang Xuan decided to walk back slowly and enjoy the scenery on the roadside.

Wei County is not far from Yangzhou City. If you walk shortly, you will be more than 300 miles away. With Zhang Xuan's current physique, you can get home from eight or nine days or five or six days. By then, the news should have been transmitted back to the county.

After leaving Yangzhou City, Zhang Xuan was wearing a blue shirt and walking on the official road. When the pedestrians on both sides saw it, they consciously gave in.

"The evil feudal society! But I like it! Hehe!" Zhang Xuan thought to himself.

It is mid-July now, and it is the harvest season soon. The crops on both sides have already hung with gradually golden and plump fruits, green and yellow, just waiting for harvest.

Further further away, there is a mangrove forest, with fiery red leaves. From a distance, it looks like a sea of ​​passionate fire. Between the gaps between the leaves, several pavilions can be seen vaguely, and young scholars are essaying papers, reciting poems, and enjoying the scenery in the mountains and forests.

Looking at this primitive ancient field style, Zhang Xuan was a little intoxicated and felt that he had made the right decision.

After walking for about ten miles, the sun began to set westward, and a tall horse with red fur drove up from behind with a luxurious carriage.

"Swish! Young Master, look, this man is really stingy. He is a scholar and he is still walking. He can't even take care of a car. He really insulted his blue shirt. I think it's better for you to wear it!" On the shaft of the car, a gray shirt servant in his early twenties said flatteringly to the car.

However, the book boy sitting in the carriage saw Zhang Xuan wearing a blue shirt and carrying a tattered book basket on the road. He knew that his young master had not passed the exam this time, and he felt depressed, so he thought of laughing at Zhang Xuan for helping his young master to relieve his lack of time and please his master.

Upon hearing this, a young man who was dressed in luxury, seventeen or eighteen years old, but had a pale face and black eyes stuck his head out, and he looked overly slutty at a young age.

He glanced at the blue shirt that Zhang Xuan was wearing, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes. Then he pretended to be arrogant and said with disdain: "The untouchables are untouchables. They ruined the blue shirt for nothing. I told me that the court should issue an order. Those who are not wealthy are not allowed to participate in the imperial examination. That blue shirt can only be demeanor if they wear it on us."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the carriage and ignored it. As long as he did not touch his bottom line, Zhang Xuan would not bother to pay attention to him.

"If a group of fools with spoiled brains were really as he said, the court would have perished long ago, how could the royal family do such a self-destructive thing?" Zhang Xuan sneered in his heart.

At this time, a young scholar with a 25 or 26-year-old face also opened the curtain, looked at Zhang Xuan in surprise, and said, "Brother Li, be careful of the words! I see that man is young, and he can pass the scholarship at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Maybe he will have a chance to pass the imperial examination! Judging from his clothes, he should be poor at home, so it is better to invite him to get on the bus and take him for a while, so as to make friends."

"Swish, Brother Liu, you look down on him too highly. He is just a poor scholar. What can I do to make friends with?" The scholar named Li sneered, and his voice was deliberately high.

After hearing this, the calm young man shook his head and said, "Brother Li, you..., alas! Forget it, forgot!" Then he went back to the car.

The scholar in front was Li Mingyi, and his name was Liu Yuanfeng. The two families were family friends. Although they were not wealthy families, they were also landlords and squire with hundreds of acres of land. This time they went to the test together, but they did not want to fail the exam.

Unlike Li Mingyi, although he also came from a landlord's family, Liu Yuanfeng was self-disciplined, calm and smart. Seeing that Zhang Xuan became a scholar at a young age, he became friends and wanted to win over him.

However, the carriage was not his. The owner of the carriage didn't agree, and he couldn't do anything. Besides, Li Mingyi laughed loudly just now. I guess the young scholar had already heard it and offended the person. So he could only shake his head and smile bitterly in his heart, and cursed inwardly: "We shouldn't be with Li Mingyi, this idiot. It's better to get off the car after finding a place later."

Faced with the sweet and sweet scholar's mentality of saying that the grapes were sour when they couldn't eat the grapes, Zhang Xuan ignored it and did not even have the desire to use the qi-looking technique to check it out. After getting off the official road, he went on a country road and took the shortcut to rush to his home. The pedestrians on the road gradually became rare.

After walking for about ten miles, a tea shop appeared in front of me. Two middle-aged men dressed in civilians were drinking tea and resting. The stall owner was an old man in his fifties and sixties.
Chapter completed!