The street in front of the Great Song Gongyuan was filled with Gong students who came to take the exam, most of them carrying a square bookcase on their backs.
Yang Lin looked very special. He had a bone fan stuck in his neck, his hands behind his back, and he was walking forward leisurely.
Jin'er next to her was carrying a book on her back, hunched over her slender waist, wiping the sweat from her forehead from time to time.
The little girl knew very well that her young master basically didn't study. He was eating, drinking and having fun every day, or following Liu Qingshui in the Cuju league. A trace of sadness flashed across her tired and red face, and she sighed: "Young master, you must go to high school. .”
"Don't make any noise." Yang Lin was not worried at all and was even a little relaxed. He wanted to observe the provincial examination that attracted nationwide attention.
The imperial examinations in the Song Dynasty were considered normal from the beginning, but later on, in order to implement the policy of governing the country with civil power over military power, they began to expand enrollment crazily.
In other dynasties, more than a dozen Jinshi were admitted to one subject, but now in the Song Dynasty, there are often more than 300 people in one subject, which is very lively.
How could he not win with a well-connected person like him? Then where should Cai Jing put his old face?
Cai Jing is indeed a treacherous minister who is rare in a thousand years. Less than a year after being transferred to the position of prime minister, he has been promoted to chief prime minister.
Everyone in the world was shocked by his climbing speed, but Yang Lin was not surprised at all. He knew that Cai Jing would break many official records of the Song Dynasty in the future.
In the Song Dynasty, most of the prime minister's time was two or three years. Cai Jing served for seventeen years. How could he not have two brushes?
When he arrived at the gate of Gongyuan, Yang Lin took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the library. A figure with his legs crossed next to him saw him, smiled and stepped forward to hug his shoulders: "Dalang, why are you here?"
Yang Lin saw that it was Qin Hui, his good friend from the academy, and couldn't help but smile: "When did you arrive?"
"I've been here for a long time, but I haven't slept all night, just waiting for the exam to start today."
This is a typical pre-exam syndrome. Just when Yang Lin wanted to enlighten him, the examiner guarding the door scolded him with an eyebrow: "What are you talking about here? The exam is about to start, why don't you get in quickly!"
The two looked at each other, both very embarrassed. Qin Hui stuck out his tongue: "Let's go in!"
Jin'er in the back was finally freed, put down Shulou, which was very heavy for her, raised her arms and made a cheering gesture: "Young master, you will hit!"
Yang Lin laughed and walked into the examination room with his head raised.
After a while, four fellow magistrates, Gongju, several linmen officers, inspectors of the courtyard, inspectors of entry and exit, inspectors of shops, chief seal officers, copy officers and more than a hundred other related officials, as well as related Thousands of engraving workers and imperial troops entered the Gongyuan together. Then the gate of the Gongyuan was closed with a bang, and the entire Gongyuan was sealed off. Not only was the outside sealed off, the insides were also sealed off from each other, and no communication was allowed between them.
The examiner had already entered the examination room and had prepared the questions on the spot and printed the test papers with woodblock printing.
This year's examiner is called Lan Congxi, who was just promoted by Cai Jing and has long been secretly involved. Yang Lin hangs around Cai's house every day, not just to drink tea. He is bound to win this provincial examination.
After entering the Gongyuan, the imperial guards took the candidates to their own rooms. There was even a charcoal fire here, which was very warm.
Yang Lin chuckled and spread out the test paper. Sure enough, it was the test question Cai Jing hinted at a few days ago. While others were still thinking about it, Yang Lin had already picked up the pen and started writing.
Yangzhou, Yunmiao Temple.
Yang Tong's fat body was spread out and he knelt on the futon outside the hall, very pious.
"The gods are above, and the trustworthy man Yang Tong is below. Please bless my son to be a Jinshi in high school. Yang Tong will rebuild the temple and build a golden body."
There was a thunder in the sky, and a rare heavy rain in spring came in an instant. Taoist priests and pilgrims all took shelter from the rain. Yang Tong remained motionless in the rain.
The old Taoist priest from the Taoist temple shouted loudly under the eaves of the temple: "Executive member Yang is sincere and spiritual. It's better to come in and take shelter from the rain."
The three-day exam was over. All the students in Gongyuan had different expressions. They packed their luggage and left through the main entrance. There were still many students gathered around the entrance of Gongyuan and did not disperse, discussing the test questions.
When a forbidden soldier was cleaning the examination room, he accidentally discovered that there was a slight snore coming from one of the rooms. When he looked inside, he couldn't laugh or cry.
A Gongsheng student in brilliant clothes was sleeping deeply. The Imperial Guard stepped forward and knocked on the table angrily: "Wake up, the exam is over. Go out and sleep."
The Song Dynasty was prosperous in literature and martial arts, so those who could go to Gongyuan to take the provincial examination were talents from all over the country, and the imperial army did not dare to offend them easily.
Yang Lin stretched out. He was really tired. He finished writing early but was not allowed to hand in the paper in advance.
You must know that there is not a single hair here, it is simply boring. At this time, after the exam, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Thank you very much. The sage said that you should take a nap in the spring when you are tired in the autumn and in the summer. It really makes sense."
The pens, inks, paper and inkstones used by Yang Lin are all of the highest quality. Take this ink as an example, it is the finest sand ink. Each half tael costs ten taels of silver, and the ink stick is actually twenty times the same weight of silver. There is a pen on the pen stand.
Each of the small tubes of purple wolf hard hair is more expensive than the same length of gold, and they are all rare treasures.
After leaving the Gongyuan, a large number of people gathered at the door, waiting to pick up their relatives and friends.
As soon as Yang Lin came out, a group of imperial guards from the Imperial City Division crowded in with shouts. Liu Qingshui stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, saying: "Congratulations, Da Lang, you will definitely be in high school this time. Come on, let's go have a drink to celebrate."
Ichiban.”
Yang Lin followed them and squeezed out of the crowd with a smile, and told Yang San and others who came to pick them up to go home on their own, while he and Liu Qingshui went to have a drink.
"Where to eat?" Yang Lin felt very frustrated after being bored for three days. The food in Gongyuan was not good.
"I don't know, Dalang. There is a Changle Restaurant in Bianliang City. The food is fresh and the wine is surprisingly good. I originally wanted to take you there. But unfortunately, the rules of that restaurant are very big, and it's better than Fan Tower. You can receive them in one day."
We have a guest, let’s go to Fanlou to eat together.” Liu Qingshui said angrily.
"Haha, Changle Tower? Just go to Changle Tower."
"Is it possible that Da Lang got confused during the exam and didn't listen to what I said? He only entertains one guest a day, and it's long since March."
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said: "I run Changle Tower, and I also made these rules. Why should I abide by them?"
At this time, Qin Hui, who was waiting for him outside, jumped and called a few times. Because there were many people talking, Yang Lin didn't see him.
Seeing him leaving with a group of shouting imperial guards, Qin Hui sighed, chuckled, and lowered his head to pack up his shabby book. His pens and inkstones combined might not be able to buy a drop of Yang Lin's ink, but to him it was
They are all treasures.
The provincial examination is over, and there is still some time before the results are released. Qin Hui has already spent all the savings he earned as a teacher. There is also an old father who is ill at home. If he had not entered the palace examination, this provincial examination would have been very difficult for his family.
It's a big disaster.
"I will write a letter later and deliver it to Dalang's courtyard. I can't leave without saying goodbye. I don't know if there is a place for me, Qin Hui, in Bianliang."
Shaking his head and carrying Shu Lou on his back, Qin Hui walked hard among the crowded crowd.