This is the last question in the county examination. The answer can be very broad. You can write a policy essay or a poem to praise your virtues and that's it.
There is no need to write other fancy things, this is just a county exam, and the question maker does not expect candidates of this level to write any meaningful articles.
Feng Bingwen originally just wrote a random poem with some meaning, and he could easily pass the county examination by writing a short poem like pity the farmers.
However, he felt a Yin Qi with sandalwood incense, and when he looked up, he immediately saw several tall figures patrolling the temporary examination room.
Qingshan County City God's subordinates and a group of Yaksha's impermanent ghosts. Well, the imperial court selects talents through imperial examinations. Not only are the officials in the world invigilating the exams, but there are also ghosts and gods patrolling the place. It's a normal thing, don't panic.
However, when Feng Bingwen saw a golden divine light passing through and falling in the examination room, he knew that the matter was not simple. In such matters as invigilation, the civil judge showed up to inspect the matter, even if it was taken seriously, the city god came in person, and
It means things are not that simple.
It was reasonable and expected. Feng Bingwen looked at a tall golden god, pretending to patrol with a group of judges and ghosts, and soon walked up to him, as if he had just discovered him.
, with a cry of surprise,
"Hey, Mr. Feng, you are also participating in this imperial examination. Do you intend to become an official in the court?"
"I'll take the test at will."
Looking at the crowd of ghosts and gods standing in front of his seat, with no intention of moving forward, Feng Bingwen picked up his pen and replied.
"I see."
The City God looked as if he was stunned, but his majestic figure still stood still. He made it clear that he wanted to see what Feng Bingwen wrote. He didn't move until Feng Bingwen asked.
"Sir, don't you go around the examination room and inspect it?"
"I think so too."
At this point, the city god, who came with a special purpose, left with a group of ghosts and gods. But within a quarter of an hour, the city god came back with the ghosts and gods and stood in front of him.
"..."
Feng Bingwen naturally couldn't drive him away. He was now an examinee, and as a ghost, the other party had the right to patrol the examination room and monitor the candidates.
However, under the gaze of a group of shameless ghosts and gods who would not leave, Feng Bingwen's idea of answering the question naturally changed. The city god obviously came for him, so he followed the previous plan and followed the rules to sing praises to the candidates.
If so, it would be somewhat unreasonable.
As we all know, even when doing the same thing, whether someone is watching it or not, the operation of the person involved is completely different.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen, who had not taken the imperial examination too seriously, became serious and answered formally.
The Sannong incident involves so many aspects. From a big perspective, it is related to the survival of a country. From a small perspective, it is also a family's livelihood. There is too much to write about.
Feng Bingwen was going to write a policy paper on the issue of land annexation by aristocratic families, and seriously elaborated on the impact of large-scale land annexation on the dynasty and Guozuo.
Of course, he is not just a bad guy who can only find faults. If he asks a question, he will naturally give a solution to the problem.
He solemnly suggested that the imperial court start a nationwide census to find out all the servants and serfs kept in captivity by wealthy families and register them in a register.
At the same time, they began to inventory the number of fertile fields that had been cultivated and concealed in the three hundred years since the founding of Daqian to ensure that the government could control all cultivable acres within the country and include them in the scope of tax collection.
When writing this, Feng Bingwen felt comfortable and hearty. However, for the fifth time, the City God with a group of ghosts and gods "happened" to pass by Feng Bingwen. After seeing what Feng Bingwen wrote, , even though he is no longer flesh and blood, he still can't help but tremble.
"Lord City God, is something wrong?"
Feng Bingwen raised his head, his eyes could now penetrate the golden light that covered the face of the City God, and clearly see the old face that seemed to be frightened.
"..."
The City God, who also served as an official in the imperial court during his lifetime, moved his lips twice, but in the end he did not speak and remained silent.
Counting the population of the whole country and clarifying all the arable acres of land, the scope involved in this matter is really too vast. A city god is pitifully small in the face of such things that can shake the country and the country if he is not careful.
"It's nothing, sir. Please answer slowly, I will go back first."
After glancing at the newly written passage by the reincarnated sage, the City God couldn't help but tremble twice, and he didn't dare to read it anymore.
Because this reincarnated sage, who was still just a young man, actually suggested that the Daqian Dynasty should rely on the current prosperous and prosperous atmosphere to use the strongest attitude to eliminate the hidden dangers of Daqian and continue its reign for another three hundred years.
He actually wrote in the article that if any family members dared to violate the law and had the idea of resisting, they could mobilize border troops to commit serious treason, exterminate their families, inventory their fields, restore the people, liquidate their assets, and replenish the national treasury to serve as a warning to others.
How could he dare to continue reading such arrogant and bold policies, even full of iron-bloodedness? If he was really just a young man, he would have reprimanded him, accusing him of not being stable and prudent, not knowing the world, and not knowing how high the world is.
But the other party was a reincarnated sage. As a county god, he was not qualified to teach him a lesson. He could not imagine what kind of ripples this article would cause after it was published.
The local county magistrate is definitely not qualified to review it. If I borrow ten more courages from him, he would not dare to put a mark on this answer sheet.
Feng Bingwen didn't care about the group of ghosts and gods who were scared away by what he wrote. The more he wrote, the more energetic he became. He looked full of energy and energy.
And when the sun set over the western mountains and dusk was approaching, Feng Bingwen came to the end of this policy essay:
Daqian is the time when the Zhongxing is at its peak. If there is a wise king in the government, he should use his power to sweep away all the evils and rebuild the world, so as to avoid the decline of national power in future generations. Even if a wise king is in power, he will be powerless and unable to turn the tide.
After writing this paragraph, Feng Bingwen put away his pen in a relaxed mood, carefully read the policy statement written in one go, and then stood up and handed in the paper with satisfaction.
And when Feng Bingwen finished handing in his papers and left the examination room, on one side of the examination room, the Qingshan County Magistrate, who was paying close attention to Feng Bingwen's every move, couldn't wait to take the answer sheet submitted by Feng Bingwen, ready to take a look at what the reincarnated sage had written. something.
When he picked up the paper, Qingshan County Magistrate's face was still quite rosy, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyebrows. He subconsciously thought that what he saw would be an article praising virtues written by a sage. In this case, he, as a local The chief officer will also receive awards.
However, when he read Feng Bingwen's policy statement about Sannong, his rosy complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned from white to green, and a large amount of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"How did he..."
The Qingshan County Magistrate's lips were trembling with fear. Land annexation was a stubborn disease that would inevitably occur in the feudal dynasty. They were all officials, so how could they not be aware of this problem?
You know, you know, but few people who can't think of it dare to raise it, let alone expose this kind of problem directly in the imperial examination room.
If it were an ordinary candidate, as a county magistrate, he could have revoked his qualifications as a candidate and never hired him for life, but that was a reincarnated sage, and he was only qualified to know about the other party by taking advantage of them living in his jurisdiction.
status, but he is not qualified to suppress this policy statement.
In fact, it doesn't matter if the problem is raised. Land annexation has resulted in a large number of homesteaders being forced by the powerful gentry to become landless farmers who can only sell themselves to survive. This is an open secret.
This thing is like a manure tank covered with a lid. Although you can occasionally smell the smell, you know that the filth inside is unsightly and unsightly, but you don't care because you can bear it.
But now, someone has lifted the lid of this cesspool, which will definitely expose the smelly filth and stench to the broad daylight.
The most important thing is that the person who opened the lid also came up with the most violent and bloody solution - recalling the border troops and inventorying the land and population in the most iron-blooded manner.
If this is really implemented, the Qingshan County magistrate cannot imagine how terrible the turmoil will be in Daqian, how many murders will occur, rebellions will occur? A change of dynasty? This is all possible.
"Come here, please prepare my water mirror quickly. I have something important to report to Mr. Futai."
Not qualified to review, and unable to suppress the pressure, naturally he had no choice but to report it to the higher authorities. The Qingshan County Magistrate, who was sweating all over, did not dare to think more about it. He just held the answer sheet in his hands that seemed as light as a feather, but seemed to be numerous.
, running lightly towards the Yamen.
Everything was as expected by the city god. The magistrate of Qingshan County did not dare to review Feng Bingwen's answer sheet, or even read it more. He only regretted why he was transferred to Qingshan County to take up the post.
However, Qingshan County City God still underestimated. When the contents of Feng Bingwen's paper were transmitted through the water mirror array used for emergency communication in the yamen, the examiners in the city who were leisurely preparing for the government examination,
Suddenly everything exploded.
"Straight mother-in-law, the test papers for the county examination are also going to be sent in?"
A seventh-grade civil servant who received the urgent notice and hurried to Shuijingtai could not help but curse.
"You should read the content first and then talk."
An old Taoist priest guarding the water mirror clicked on the engraved content. He just took a look and noticed the problem, so he closed his eyes and didn't read it.
"I don't know what it means, Hu..."
After just two glances, this high-ranking civil servant was ready to have a fit. However, when he saw the signature of this policy paper, he immediately shut his mouth and went to ask the top ruler of the city for instructions.
After a lot of fuss, this county test policy paper was hurriedly sent to the capital city of Jinglin Prefecture. It was almost the same process. When Feng Bingwen got on his father's winding carriage and arrived home leisurely.
, the strategy he wrote on a whim has been sent to the desk of the current emperor.
After working hard all day, Emperor Chongming, who was about to take a rest, stopped thinking about having dinner, picked up Feng Bingwen's strategy and looked at it, his eyes gradually brightened.