At the entrance of Jiying Lane, a fast horse carrying good news came roaring in, bringing with it a burst of dust.
"Good news is that the master of Youyang County in Jiangning, Jiangnan, Sheng Tao Changbai, the sixth tribute scholar in the sixth year of Tianyou high school exam, the top saint in Jinluan Hall!"
When the Gongyuan was filling in the registration papers, groups of registerers outside the Gongyuan gate took the red silk ribbon as a flag and beat gongs and drums before leaving.
After 200 tributes, the formation is average, but it is different after 200 people are ranked. The higher the ranking, the bigger the pomp, and the more people will send good news.
Jiying Lane is where Bianjing's high-ranking officials and dignitaries live together. Logically speaking, they should be more calm than ordinary people. But when they heard the reporter announcing the good news loudly, the officials and officials living here still couldn't sit still and rushed in one after another.
Go to the streets to watch the excitement.
"It's hit, it's Brother Bai from the Sheng family who's hit!"
The horse galloped past, and the team of reporters behind them went straight to Sheng Mansion with gongs and drums blasting and firecrackers going off.
At this time, the door of Sheng Mansion was wide open. From the old lady to the old Qisheng Changjin, the whole family gathered together.
Sheng Hong, who was at home on leave, was walking back and forth in the front hall with his hands behind his back. It was still cold in the spring, but thin beads of sweat could still be seen on Sheng Hong's forehead.
Wang Ruofu specially put on a new suit of clothes. At this time, he could not sit still. From time to time, he would clasp his hands and lower his head in prayer.
Come and try it soon.]
The old lady was the calmest one in the family. She sat there sipping tea and watching the two granddaughters Ru Lan and Ming Lan playing chess with a smile.
Most of the others were sitting and waiting.
Whenever someone passed by the door, Wang Ruofu couldn't help but get up from his stool and ask the female envoy beside him to go to the door to take a look.
Seeing the fast horse that was not announcing the good news, the whole family's faces were full of disappointment. Of course, Lin Sushuang only looked like this, but in her heart she wished that Sheng Changbai would never pass the exam.
Just when the family's patience was about to be exhausted, Dongrong, the personal servant beside Sheng Hong, suddenly rolled in from the door: "It's hit, it's hit, Master Changbai is hit!" p>
"Hit?!"
The person who asked the question was Lin Sushuang. Before Wang Ruofu could react, she stood up. Her tone of disbelief or reluctance in her words still sounded very strange even to Sheng Hong.
Harsh.
Sheng Hong glanced at Lin Sushuang very displeasedly. Lin Sushuang realized that she had lost her composure in the panic, and quickly went back to sit down, while giving out a standard smile of relief for an elder.
Before Dong Rong entered the front hall, the enthusiastic voice of the reporter came from outside: "Good news, Mr. Sheng Tao Changbai of Youyang County, Jiangning, Jiangnan, the sixth tribute scholar in the sixth year of Tianyou in high school, the top saint of Jinluan Hall!"
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"Hahaha, my son is hit, hit!"
Wang Ruofu was so shocked by the good news that he didn't pay attention to Lin Sushuang's furious behavior.
At this moment, everything Lin Sushuang has to put aside, her son's happy event is the most important thing.
Sheng Hong was held tightly by the ecstatic Wang Ruofu and kept shaking her hands, but there was no anger on her face. Even when she looked at Wang Ruofu, her eyes were quite tender.
When Lin Sushuang saw the scene of their deep love as husband and wife, she naturally resented secretly in her heart: "Isn't it just that my son is a tribute scholar? What's the big deal? Who doesn't have a son?"
But when she caught a glimpse of Sheng Changfeng dancing with excitement, Lin Sushuang immediately withered.
She does have a son, and he is quite successful, but the problem is, her son doesn't listen to her at all!
Of course, looking at the entire Sheng family, only Lin Sushuang felt depressed, while the rest were all beaming with joy and laughter.
Sheng Hong calmed down his overly excited wife and was about to order someone to give the prepared reward to the reporter waiting at the door. Suddenly, he heard another high-pitched and loud voice coming from outside, and this time it was louder than the sixth person.
The Sheng Changbai is even bigger.
"Good news for Wei Baochen, the master of Youyang County in Jiangning, Jiangnan. The high school Tianyou ranked first in the six-year examination, Huiyuan, and the foreman of the Jinluan Palace met the saint!"
Everyone in the Sheng family turned their attention to the door, but this time the reporter did not stop in front of the Sheng family. The clatter of horse hooves quickly faded away and disappeared deep into Jiying Lane.
"The little one from the Wei family..., the nephew of Wei Xian, won the prize?"
Wang Ruofu swallowed unconsciously. She was very lucky and proud that her son Changbai could pass the sixth place in the examination, but Wei Chen was Huiyuan. Anyone who was re-elected could see the difference.
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"The applicants have all arrived, so there should be no mistake." Sheng Hong also opened his mouth slightly with a look of astonishment on his face.
He suddenly realized that the joke he had said to Wei Chen about winning six yuan in a row seemed to be coming true little by little.
In addition to this Huiyuan, Wei Chen has already won five yuan in a row. Winning five yuan in a row is already a miracle that has never been heard of.
If Wei Chen can really win six yuan in a row...
Snap!
A sudden crisp sound interrupted Sheng Hong's thoughts. Sheng Hong looked down and saw that a smooth and round chess piece had fallen to the ground and was spinning around at the feet of his two daughters.
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"Good news for Wei Baochen, the master of Youyang County in Jiangning, Jiangnan. The high school Tianyou ranked first in the six-year examination, Huiyuan, and the foreman of the Jinluan Palace met the saint!"
The reporter who came on horseback shouted all the way, his voice was a little hoarse. He looked up and saw the word "Weifu" on the house in front of him. He immediately reined in the reins, turned over and jumped off the horse.
Seeing the closed door, the reporter was stunned, and then he knocked on the door and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Who is Mr. Wei from Youyang? I'm so happy!"
After taking pictures of the door for a long time, the second announcement team arrived beating gongs and drums, and finally someone opened the door.
What came out was a pale old man in Confucian robes, but he was still yawning and looked tired, as if he had just woken up.
The reporter’s mouth twitched, I’m so angry that you’re sleeping in the room!
He hasn't read any books, but he also knows that scholars are taboo about taking a nap during the day, otherwise they will be like rotten wood. This old gentleman looks a lot older, and he is a bit more casual in his work, right?
However, slander is a slander, and professional ethics still need to be discussed. A festive smile appeared on the face of the applicant, and he handed the yellow flower paper in his hand to the old man at the door: "Congratulations to Mr. Wei of your high school."
This yellow flower paper is a post recording Wei Chen's name, place of origin and ranking. It is made of fine paper, with silk and satin as the axis. It is pasted with gold flowers and sprinkled with gold powder. It is also called gold flower paper. p>
Zhuang Jun took the yellow paper and didn't rush to open it to read the content inside. Instead, he weighed the weight first, then lightly scraped it with his nails. Looking at the gold powder between his nails, he nodded and said, "It's okay.
No corners were cut."
"Who are these people!"
I thought that grabbing Huiyuan's job would be a good job, but when I bumped into such a person, the reporter really had the urge to vomit blood.
But looking at Zhuang Jun's gray-haired appearance, the reporter had nowhere to vent his anger and could only admit that he was unlucky. As for the reward, he now had no hope.
Just when the reporter was dejected and ready to mount his horse and leave, Zhuang Jun magically took out a one hundred tael silver note and stuffed it lightly into his arms.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Hearing Zhuang Jun's words, the reporter was stunned for a moment, and then became ecstatic.
I have long heard from my seniors that if you work in this business, you will not be open for three years, and you will be open for three years. This time, I can wait for you!
Immediately, he bowed to Zhuang Jun and thanked him. If Zhuang Jun hadn't refused to accept it, I'm afraid he would have decided to stay in the house as an errand boy.
After seeing off the registration team, Zhuang Jun went straight to the hall, opened the yellow flower paper, glanced at it, and couldn't help but smile: "I am not alone..."