As the end of February approaches, there are less than ten days left before the spring exam is released.

According to past experience, this is the most anxious time for the juren to take the exam, pretending to be crazy and causing trouble by drinking, and suddenly getting sick due to pressure. Even the most polite genius on weekdays may suddenly rise up and make some horrifying actions.

So every time this time, Shuntian Prefecture will send more personnel together with the patrol battalion to inspect the Gongyuan day and night, so as not to gather here to take the exam and cause any big trouble.

This year is naturally no exception, and even the importance must be added several times, which is not an exaggeration to say that it is facing a great enemy.

As for the reason...

Of course, it is because of a widely circulated news recently: In March, the court was preparing to uniformly grant the adjutant of the picket team a ninth-rank military position.

Who doesn’t know that these adjutants are all from work-students?

It's not the case. The juren is still trying to find a job-study student and dismiss the work-study student. Now that he suddenly hears this news, how can he sit back and ignore it?

In just two or three days, the students from various provinces gathered together to write letters, hoping that the court could take back his fate. If the engineering and education were abolished, it would be the best.

That morning.

Outside the Qinghonglou Gate, Zhao Wuwei, the head of the Shuntian Mansion Constable, held a rubber stick, and pricked his ears and listened to the excitement of Shaanxi Juzi inside, with disdain on his face, and his mouth was as if he was 20,000 or 50,000.

Suddenly, he straightened his back and ordered to the men who were also standing against the wall: "Hurry up, go and invite a doctor."

"how?"

Someone pointed inside nervously and asked, "Boss, are they fighting?"

"Fuck!"

Zhao Wuwei glared at him in anger, and then lowered his voice and explained: "These Shaanxi people feel that they are one step later than others, and are afraid that they will not be able to show them. They are clamoring to write a blood book - I asked you to invite a doctor just to be on guard."

The yamen runners breathed a sigh of relief and then they divided the two to invite the doctor.

Zhao Wuwei was about to prick up his ears and continue to listen to the words inside, but his subordinates complained: "If you want me to say that these juren are really full, what does it have to do with them? What does the military officers he has named him have to do with them? "

"You know nothing!"

Zhao Wuwei turned around and cursed again: "If you can be named a military officer today, you can be a civil servant tomorrow. This is called planning ahead. You should be like you. After eating, you don't care about the next meal!"

Seeing that his subordinates shrank his neck and did not dare to speak again, he began to check the movements inside again.

About two quarters of an hour later, the Shaanxi students finally wrote a joint blood letter. During this period, two people were bleeding, but they were all rescued by pinching people, so they didn't use the doctor invited by Zhao Wuwei.

Seeing that the blood letter had been completed, the leader shouted.

A hundred people rushed out and rushed to the Inspectorate with great momentum.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuwei hurriedly called the left and right to lead the way, and then said a few compliments to the juren. The juren who had not liked to send people to monitor him saw this, so he never cared about it.

When I arrived at the Inspectorate, there was a censor who was on duty waiting outside.

But the juren in charge refused to hand over the bloody book directly, but recited it loudly with a slight slight chant.

It does not directly say that the work-students are not qualified to be officials, but rather that the accumulated shortcomings of redundant officials are criticized, and then proves from all aspects that this time the title of an official is purely a waste of money and damages the people and has no benefits.

In the end, he even recited all the names and names of all the students.

This move naturally attracted cheers and cheers from the juren.

However, unlike the previous joint letters, they always attract blind support from the masses. This time, the people gathered near the Inspectorate just pointed at them from a distance, looking at their not very friendly attitude.

Fortunately, the passionate juren did not care about the discooperation of passers-by.

After the inspector and censor took the blood letter with both hands and tried a few more words, they turned around and returned as if they had achieved the final victory.

Seeing that nothing happened, Zhao Wuwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and complained to his subordinates beside him: "Those work-students are also idiots. Just have to laugh secretly if they have this good thing. Everyone who spreads it knows that if the official matter is ruined, they won't regret it to death!"

"Boss, I heard that the work student was also checking who leaked the news."

"What's the point of making trouble now? Even if you find it out, what's the use?"

Just at the moment when the yamen runners chatted.

The inspector and censor who collected the blood letter also quickly returned to his own room - to be precise, he returned to the shared room of the eight inspectors.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the door, someone stood up and asked, "Brother Tianwen, which province will this be the candidate?"

“From Shaanxi.”

The censor who was called Tianwen was originally named Lu, and his name was Lu Tianwen. He kept walking around his desk, pulled a few pieces of rice paper and spread it out, and grinding the ink, saying, "The people of Shaanxi are still bloody. Although they are one step late, they write bloody books."

It was a blood book, so two or three censors came up to see it, but Lu Tianwen raised his hand and stopped him: "Don't worry, brothers Nian, wait for me to copy a file and submit the blood book to the Censor Du. It's not too late for you to read the copy again."

"I'm reading the blood book. What's the copy you copied?"

After hearing what he said, several censors dispersed.

Lu Tianwen splashed ink and quickly copied one copy. Then he hurriedly stood up with the blood book and said, "Who can you help me with the archiving procedures? I'll hand over this thing first."

Someone from the left and right immediately reminded him: "Don't forget to inquire and see how the parents react."

Lu Tianwen responded and hurried out of the duty room with the hem of the official robe.

Seeing this, someone couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Tianwen really hates evil as if he is as fierce as fire."

Someone got up and went to Lu Tianwen's table and spontaneously completed the archiving procedures for him. However, before he could finish the procedures, he saw Lu Tianwen returning to the duty room with a pale complexion, holding the blood book tightly in his hand.

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother Tianwen, you are..."

But when Lu Tianwen didn't say a word, he slapped the blood book on the table with a loud bang, gasped violently in his chest, and cursed angrily: "I don't want all the officials in the dynasty to be the corpse of the corpse and the swearing!"

Everyone was even more puzzled by this scolding.

The man who was sitting in Lu Tianwen's position and was looking thoughtful.

"Brother Tianwen."

A censor came forward to ask: "What happened? Why did you get the blood book back?"

Lu Tianwen looked down at the blood book that was slapped on the table by himself, frowned and said, "I forgot that there is still this blood book for a moment."

As he said that, he threw the blood letter aside and sneered, "But what can I do if it is presented? I just asked Master Du's opinion about the advice of all the cabinet masters. What are you guessing the result?"

Without waiting for the censors to guess, he revealed the answer: "The Censor of the Censor said that the cabinet had just ordered our inspectors and the Ministry of Rites to come forward to suppress the lieutenant stranded in the capital and temporarily suppress the matter!"

Touch ~

He clenched his fists and pounded hard on the desk, cursing indignation: "Absurd, shameless!"

The censors were also in an uproar, and some people couldn't believe it and said, "How could this happen? Previously, Master He had come forward to strive for this election, claiming that he would never sit idly by the rules and ruin it, so why would it suddenly..."

"I heard it with my own ears, can it be fake?"

Lu Tianwen interrupted the man with a low roar, gritting his teeth and said, "The elders stood high and were far away, how could they know the situation below? Everyone, if you just teach an official to a work student, it is actually nothing, but do you know what the ordinary people outside are talking about?!"

He looked around and said with a trembling voice: "Nine out of ten are biased towards engineering and work-students!"

As soon as this was said, several censors who were usually aloof and unearthy were found unbelievable and questioned the authenticity of this sentence.

But two censors also stood up to prove Lu Tianwen's remarks.

One of them sighed helplessly: "Those foolish people do not understand the righteousness of family, country and the world. They only think that the way of working-student students is easy to go. In the future, their children and grandchildren will also hope to get a share of the pie, so they blindly favor those thieves."

This is actually the backlash effect caused by Shilin's deliberate elevation of the status of scholars over the past thousands of years.

Nowadays, ordinary people always think that those Jinshi and Juren are all Wenqu stars from heaven descending to earth, and they are not something that ordinary people can reach.

But the work-students are different. Isn’t it just learning craftsmanship? Is it natural that I can’t do it when I’m old, but my younger generations may not have no chance. Even if I teach sesame officials and martial arts positions, no matter how small or bad they are, they are still a serious official!

After understanding these things, the censors who had always been noble became the most panicked, and they surrounded Lu Tian and asked how to deal with it.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Lu Tianwen gritted his teeth and said, "If the rules in the officialdom are broken, there may be a chance to correct them, but if this person's heart is broken... In the long run, everyone in the world will follow this evil path of engineering students. Who is willing to devote themselves to learning?"

As he said that, he grabbed the blood book and raised it high like a flag: "I'm brave enough, just go and hit Jingyang Bell with me, so that Your Majesty can hear the voices of the scholars in the world!"

He shouted with passion, but the room was cold for a moment.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and after a while, one of them said helplessly: "Brother Tianwen, who doesn't know that this engineering is His Majesty..."

“So what?!”

Lu Tianwen shook the blood letter in his hand and said generously: "Students without officials and positions are willing to spare their blood. As censors and censors, are we still afraid that we will not be able to give advice from death?!"

As he said that, he clasped his fists at everyone: "No matter what you guys, Lu today..."

This sentence "No matter what you guys do" is actually equivalent to raising everyone present to the fire, so before Lu Tianwen finished speaking, many people changed their colors.

At this moment, the censor who had been sitting in Lu Tianwen's seat and did not speak suddenly stood up and pulled Lu Tianwen's arm: "Brother Tianwen, don't worry first, come with me, come on, I have something to discuss!"

He pulled and pulled Lu Tianwen out the door.

Lu Tian asked unhappily: "Brother Wang, what are you doing? I must go today, no one can stop me!"

"Oh~"

The Imperial Master Wang looked around and lowered his voice and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that you will ruin something big!"

"What's the big deal?"

Lu Tianwen sneered: "It is a big deal if people's hearts are broken!"

"you!"

The Imperial Master Wang stomped his feet in a hurry. Seeing that he didn't shake out some real things, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop Lu Tianwen, so he could only speak with his ears: "Brother Tianwen, I heard that His Majesty had a stroke after drinking a few days ago. Now, he didn't say he was getting up, even speaking was very difficult."

"Varied……"

"Don't shout!"

Lu Tianwen was stunned and wanted to make a shout, but was blocked by the imperial guards Wang. It took him a long time to calm down a little, and he pulled away the imperial guards Wang's hand and said tremblingly: "Serious?"

The Imperial Master Wang glared and asked, "Who is my uncle? Are you true or not?"

Lu Tianwen then remembered that Wang Yushi's uncle was Wang Zhe, the heavenly official of the Ministry of Personnel. He believed it 70% or 80% of the time, and did not know whether to be happy or sad. He paced back and forth like a shocking wind, and then watched Wang Yushi want to speak but stop.

"Do you understand this time?"

The Imperial Master Wang held his hands behind his back and looked like a master: "The officials in the hall are not cowardly, they do not want to intensify the conflict at this time."

"It was me who was abrupt."

Lu Tianwen was also convinced and bowed embarrassedly: "If I had known this, I would never dare to act recklessly."

As he said that, he stomped his feet and said, "I will look for the Imperial Censor and follow up the errands' errands to avoid others from being confused and disturbing the grand plan of the cabinet!"

Jingshi Wang wanted to remind him to keep it secret, but when he saw that he ran away again, he had to shake his head helplessly.

Just in one or two days, similar conversations did not stop happening in one place.

In the following days, in order to appease the excited Juren, who could not withstand the pressure first and leaked the emperor's situation.

Then, in a conflict between a juren and a work-study student, someone broke the story without saying a word, mocking the work-study student for having no future, and threatening to settle the accounts after the autumn.

Now, the emperor's condition could no longer be concealed. For a moment, the city's materialistic discussions were raging, and even overwhelmed the list of Jinshi who were about to be issued.

Although the Juren who leaked the news was held accountable, this did not hinder the arrogance of the Juren who was overwhelmed by day. So the rumor of the liquidation of the work students was rumored and the rumor of the liquidation of the engineering department was rumored. Later, some Juren even threatened to restore the "craftsmanship" system and let the workers be slaves for generations and never have a chance to stand out!

People were in panic for a while.

until……

On the fifth day of March, Jiao, who had been on a full 18-day wedding leave, returned to his job and announced two news on the same day, namely, the matter of being appointed to the official will soon be carried out; and Jiao, who was ordered to enter the palace to teach the prince's engineering of studying things and learning knowledge.

The first news is just that. If this matter is just a matter, it will be at most a dying struggle in the eyes of everyone.

But the latter news caused no surprise to cause huge shocks between the government and the country.

The scholars, regardless of the officials and the people, were heartbroken and shouted that they must not let the thief poison the emperor's rule!

Workers and students rushed to tell each other, rushed to the streets and shouted indulge indulge: When Lord Jiao comes back, the capital will be peaceful; when Lord Jiao comes back, the sky will be there!
Chapter completed!