The fraud case caused many candidates who were originally on the list to fall off the list.

I don't know how many people's futures have been harmed, and when I heard that he returned to the capital, I was afraid that I couldn't wait to make him old phlegm sauerkraut.

"Shibo doesn't have to worry, the little nephew naturally has other plans, but he can keep Shibo safe, but he has to wronged Shibo."

The next day, Liangxiang.

Cheng Minzheng came to the grass hut of the homeless people, followed the official to a grass hut, and left after a few words.

He pushed the door open, and a foul stench came through.

In the middle of the house, there was a broken straw mat and a few earth and stone stoves, and there was a broken pot hanging in it, and there was no rice.

There is a dustpan hanging on the wall.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Minzheng had mixed feelings in his heart, there were nearly more than 100 servants in the family, the family was rich, and the official was the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites, how could he have lived in such a place?

At this moment, Cheng Minzheng was from head to toe, and his original clean Confucian clothes had already been replaced by coarse cloth clothes.

In order to make him more like a homeless person, Yan Chengjin didn't let him bring a scholar.

Burst~

Blowing the straw mat clean in one breath and putting down the tattered package, he could not sit down.

"Fleeing to Liangxiang?" Liang Zhong walked out of the grass hut and saw that there was a gentleman dressed as a homeless person, who looked like a gentleman in a private school, and asked curiously.

Cheng Minzheng nodded.

The surrounding homeless people were curious, and they also came out to ask a few words.

"Single? Where did it come from? ”

"I fled from Huizhou, just a certain person, I heard that the good township is good, so I came to take a look."

"What's your name?"

Cheng Minzheng thought for a while and said, "Cheng Qingshan." ”

Can't let people know his name, especially the scholars in the capital, maybe they have to come to him for trouble.

The homeless people were a little envious, this name sounded good, like the name of a scholar, and they chatted with Cheng Minzheng until the evening, and then they dispersed.

For a while, the news spread, and a new homeless person named Cheng Qingshan came.

What gentry would be stupid enough to pretend to be an outcast? No one doubted that his true identity was Huizhou Dashang, the teacher of the current Hongzhi Emperor.

Cheng Minzheng uncovered the pot, looked embarrassed, and silently covered it back.

I can't cook, and I can't start looking at a broken pot.

I was so hungry that I had to sit on the straw mat and rub my stomach, thinking that Yan Chengjin asked him to educate the homeless people in Liangxiang.

"It's also a merit, so let's bear with it first." Cheng Minzheng gritted his teeth, there was not a single copper plate on his body, and all of them were taken away.

Although he is dressed as an outcast, how can he be educated?

Cheng Minzheng fell into deep thought.

Walking out of the grass hut, before it was dark, more than a dozen homeless people gathered in the pavilion to chat about today's workshop.

Cheng Minzheng walked over and said tentatively: "Let me tell you about the law of Da Ming?" ”

The homeless people felt fresh, so they said, "Tell me about it." ”

Cheng Minzheng was overjoyed, thought about it, and started with the one that was closest to the homeless: "The old man began to say, Ming Law, anyone who enters someone's house at night without a reason will have a cane of eighty." Whoever kills the Lord's house at the time of his death, do not count. He has been detained, and the person who kills or injures without permission shall be guilty of commutation of homicide of the second degree. to the dead, a hundred rods, and three years............"

A quarter of an hour passed, some yawned, some fell asleep, and some chatted.

I didn't even listen to what he said.

Cheng Minzheng could only carry his hands and return in a huff.

Back in the grass hut, the moonlight was bright, and he could faintly see where the straw mat was, and with a sigh, Cheng Minzheng pulled the package and put it at the head of the bed, ready to sleep.

At this moment, the door of the grass shed was pushed open, and Liang Zhong kindly sent two baked cakes and a bowl of water: "You're welcome, eat first." ”

Like a fire in his stomach, Cheng Minzheng took it: "Thank you, old man." ”

I took a bite of the baked cake, and I didn't expect it to be as delicious as the world.

Liang Zhong smiled: "You are a person who has studied? ”

Cheng Minzheng was stunned when he heard this, nodded and said, "I have studied in a private school for a few years. ”

"When I saw you today, I saw that the homeless people didn't talk like this, and I heard you talk about the Ming Law in the grass hut." Liang Zhong said with a smile.

Cheng Minzheng felt bitter in his heart.

There were no candles or lamp oil, so I could only sleep hastily at night.

I used to know that the homeless people were miserable, but I never thought that they were so bitter.

"They can't even read a word, not to mention Da Ming Law, virtuous nephew, you are really tormenting the old man." Cheng Minzheng muttered half-asleep and half-awake.

On the second day, when the homeless people went out to work or go to the workshop, the hut area was a little deserted than at night.

Liang Zhong pushed the cart to sell baked cakes, and saw Cheng Minzheng: "You go to the workshop to have a look, one household wants one person, you happen to be one household, maybe you can make some money." ”

He has come to educate the outcasts, not to make money.

Cheng Minzheng nodded in response, found a broken board outside the house, and used it as a desk with a stone.

I opened the package and prepared to write "The Legend of the Gods".

"This is a letter from my young master."

Cheng Minzheng looked up and saw that a person who looked like a homeless person looked closely at the door of the Yan Mansion.

After a few glances at the letter, he picked up the pen and quickly replied to a letter.

"Is there any silver, and the copper plate is also made, the old man didn't have breakfast today." Cheng Minzheng said shyly.

"The young master didn't let me bring the silver."

Yan Chengjin, this guy!

Cheng Minzheng almost didn't scold.

Today's three meals, I don't know how to solve it.

He can't come to the door to beg, he is a dignified Huizhou Cheng family, the son-in-law of Li Xian, a former university scholar, has done such a shameless thing, how can he dare to recognize his ancestors when he dies.

Menzi got the letter and left.

…………

Yan Fu,

Yan Chengjin slowly opened the letter.

Now except for the people in the house, no one knows that Cheng Minzheng is in the capital.

Cheng Minzheng said in the letter that the homeless people could not understand what he said, and some of them could not even understand the official language of the capital.

Confined to dialects, it is impossible to reach up and down.

"That's going to be difficult."

Looking down, Cheng Minzheng still spoke jerky dialects.

"Cheng Minzheng actually knows several languages?" The admiration was indescribable, and Yan Chengjin suddenly felt that he had found the right person.

The "Hongwu Zhengyun" implemented in the Ming Dynasty integrates the southern rhyme, which is different from the traditional rhyme that readers are accustomed to, and even the readers have accents.

These homeless people wander around and can understand some official dialect to some extent.

Cheng Minzheng's protégés come from all over the world and speak various dialects, so it's not surprising that he knows a few words.

Although he is a native of Huizhou, he speaks an official dialect of Beijing and speaks very standardly.

Having an authentic official language and outstanding appearance is a necessary condition for promotion and wealth in Daming.

Yan Chengjin replied with a letter.

……

Fengtian Temple,

"The minister is old, please beg!" Wang Yue knelt in the temple.

Emperor Hongzhi squinted his eyes, his heart was full of regret, and he was right: "I don't allow it, Wang Aiqing is still so young, why do you want to be a scholar?" If there is any difficulty, just tell me! ”

The minister is older than the previous emperor, how can His Majesty have the face to say such a thing?

Being laid off is an extremely difficult thing, Xu Shu is blind, and His Majesty will not allow it.

Wang Yue is ready for a protracted war: "The minister is old, and his ambition is not in the temple, he wants to write books at home and preach and teach!" ”

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "If you want to write a book, why do you need to be a scholar?" ”