In the capital, a line of egrets skim over the bustling streets, the carp in the moat rises to cause ripples, and the morning light reflects the golden glow of the palace.

At this moment, in the northwest corner of the capital, in an inconspicuous courtyard, a man in a black hat and brown clothes was holding a broom, sweeping the courtyard, humming in his mouth: "

I am a small family member of Yanfu, and people are not surprised when the mountain rain is coming,

There is a gold pendant outside the door, and it doesn't matter to yourself.

Be cautious in your words and deeds, and be reckless in your eyes,

If you want to ask me my name, I am a small family member of the Yan Mansion. ”

Yan Kesong was just about to enter the palace on duty, and when he heard his subordinates humming this strange tune, he stopped: "What bastard poem, who taught you?" ”

The black-hated and brown-clothed man was so frightened that he was about to cry, and knelt down tremblingly and said, "Go back...... If you go back to the master, it was taught by the young master. ”

In the face of the national character, Yan Kesong, who is handsome and handsome, his brows are wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and after tasting it carefully, his old face is red.

When I think of this precious only son, my heart is half happy and half sad.

This year is already the year of the township test, and it should be done in one go, how can you not do your job and fall short?

"Is the young master up?"

"I got up at the end of the day, and the young master said that every inch of time is an inch of gold, and if you have money, you don't want to thunder and thunder, so the little ones don't dare to sleep more." That family's face was extraordinarily energetic.

Listen, Yan Kesong's face turned red again, he was the last person to get up in the house.

Since a year ago, my son has led his subordinates in the morning to run laps in the yard, coming and going in the cold and summer, all year round, what a terrible perseverance?

Yan Kesong sighed abruptly: "If Cheng Jin can use this perseverance in learning, alas, ......" shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

When I arrived in the backyard, the sound of Lang Lang's brisk recitation came, and the heroic artistic conception in the voice seemed to be able to bring people in, which was the Cao Di polemic in the Spring and Autumn Period.

This kid is reading?

He suddenly came to his senses, he was born as a Jinshi, and he didn't dare to say that he could study the heavens, but he tried ...... It's also something that can give you some pointers.

This is the wish of an old father who wants his son to become a Chan.

In the backyard, a side room opens to the south, and a scholar sits alone in front of the bookcase, like a monk closing his eyes and chanting.

"Read it carefully." Yan Kesong's face was red, and the kindness on his face became more and more intense.

"Chengjin, my father was about to tell you about the autumn season, but I didn't expect you to be so conscious, how sure are you about this year's autumn season?"

The scholar with clear eyebrows stood up, saluted him, and said quite ashamedly: "Ninety percent of my son is in his hands." ”

Yan Kesong was overjoyed and said, "Okay, good!" But remember, don't be complacent, even if you have won 90% of the battle, you must study diligently, and don't spend any more time writing such crooked poems. ”

"Dad, rest assured, my son will study hard for another three years, and ten percent will participate in the imperial examination."

Well?

Let you study diligently, not let you study for another three years!

"Son, ninety percent...... That's enough, that's enough! ”

"Dad's words are wrong, one is a variable, thousands of births, thousands of births, thousands of births, can make his son's name fall to Sun Mountain, you must guard against it." The scholar said.

Yan Kesong surged up with qi and blood, and he almost couldn't help spurting red, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged.

"How can you know if you don't take the test! If you can't retake the exam, how can you ...... How is it so anticlimactic! Yan Ke was so relieved that he raised and put down his hand, or waited until the exam was over before playing.

The scholar said unhurriedly: "Don't be angry first, and listen to your son slowly, even if his son is now ninety percent sure, he still has a ...... in this one."

I only heard a muffled sound, like something stuck in Yan Kesong's throat, and I couldn't cough it out.

The scholar looked up, hurriedly took a step back, and held his breath: "Dad has tuberculosis......

"Who said I had tuberculosis! No...... It's not tuberculosis. Yan Kesong almost died of anger, his Adam's apple moved, and then he waved his hand and said, "No...... It's okay, Dad just suddenly lost his breath, no need to worry, no need to worry. ”

Only then did the scholar relax his vigilance: "It's okay to have nothing to do, even a small wind chill will take people's lives, dad must not ignore it, tomorrow, dad and his son will strengthen their bodies together?" ”

Yan Kesong pretended to be stern, and took out the majesty of his old father: "Hugh wants to interrupt, for my father, I have to go back to the palace on duty, the matter of the examination is so decided, I only know the depth after trying, this year's township test, you have to go!" ”

The imperial examination is related to the prosperity of the family, as long as he is a normal father, he will not let his son come to Hu, Yan Chengjin can understand.

"Daddy, wait!"

When Yan Kesong looked at him again, his eyes suddenly became gentle, and he said: "This matter is up to the father, you just have to let go of your hands and take the test, you don't need to worry about it." ”

"Son, there is another matter to discuss with my father.

Dad is a civil official of the Hanlin Academy, so honest and honest, relying only on a small salary, there is no other income in the family, this is not a long-term solution.

Once Zhishi, the Yan Mansion will be in the middle of the family.

While you are still young, your son has found a side job for you, so that even if you return this house, our father and son can still make a living with a craft. ”

The Yan family is about to eat chaff vegetables.

Yan Ke was more than five feet loose, and he was in the prime of life, so angry at this time: "Bastard!" For you, since your mother died, your father has not renewed, or even ...... I haven't even been contaminated with meat for many years!

You're ...... I think my father is embarrassing you...... You can say it! Yan Kesong unconsciously clutched his chest.

Most of the scholars are high-minded, but his father's fierce reaction is still what he expected.

"Daddy...... There is no rice left at home. ”

Huh?

It turned out that he didn't dislike me, Yan Kesong's face was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly didn't hurt.

Yan Chengjin shook his head lightly, alas, my father didn't have the consciousness of being prepared for danger in times of peace.

It's a pity that Hai Jui has not been born yet, otherwise he must tell the story of Hai Jui's return to his hometown.

As an official in the Ming Dynasty, many officials gave up their salaries after receiving the fee for returning to their hometowns.

In history, there are countless desolate officials in their later years, and Hai Jui was just lucky to be an honorary representative.

Of course, Yan Chengjin didn't want this to happen to his father, otherwise he would have no support.

"The woman doesn't think the father is poor, the son doesn't think the mother is ugly, the father is upright, and he gave birth to me to be good-looking, how can the son dislike you, the son wants you to write a book."

Seeing that the old man was a little floating, Yan Chengjin hurriedly continued.

"Even if you spend your whole life in the Hanlin Academy, a hundred years later, you will only be a clerk who records His Majesty's daily life, and no one remembers.

If you are like Taishi Gong, you will leave a swan song for the ages, and you will be able to live for centuries and gain fame and fortune...... Ahem, the name is eternal, why not? ”

Businessmen seek profit, literati have a good name,

If you want to lure it, it will bite the hook.

Yan Kesong was a little tempted, his thirsty Adam's apple moved, and he subconsciously said: "I want to do something for my father, but ...... I have been a father for a while, and I don't know where to start. ”

Yan Chengjin hurriedly took out the manuscript that had been sorted out for half a month: "Dad, this is what the child got in his dream, I just think it is wonderful, but unfortunately my son's pen power is insufficient, so he can only write down the general outline." ”

Yan Kesong took the manuscript and glanced at it quickly, his face changing like a thundercloud in the sky.

Dream Building?

Seeing the content above, after a moment, he just wanted to scold: "Bastard! Asked your dad to write these things, you... You're ...... Evil animals! With that, he shook off the manuscript and walked away blushing.

"Huh?" Yan Chengjin could only say: "Dad...... Be careful on the road, the Beijing road leading to the Forbidden City, there are always fast horses galloping, often hitting and killing pedestrians, keep to the right, do not cross the avenue......"

Yan Kesong's feet slipped and almost fell to his death.

Yan Chengjin sighed lightly, no one knows, in fact, he is a glorious traverser, and what he crossed was during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty was the era of the rise of novels, and Xiaozong was quite tolerant of various cultures.