July 21.

The light rain sprinkled all over Jinling City, standing on the Wende Bridge and looking at it, it seemed to be a layer of fog as far as the eye could see.

Qian Yuan came to Nanjing many times in his previous life, and he had the impression that although the city was huge but chaotic, it was not as graceful as Shanghai and not as delicate as Suzhou and Hangzhou.

But in this era, the tide of coastal commerce prompted Suzhou and Hangzhou to speed up the pace, like a hurried urban white-collar worker, but Nanjing like a lazy thrush lady in ancient costume.

"Brother Yuan?" He Liangjun on the side was a little speechless, we are here to Jiangnan Gongyuan, not to the old courtyard Zhu City.

One side is the examination room, the other side is the Chu Pavilion, with the Qinhuai River as the dividing line, and the Wende Bridge at the foot of Qian Yuan is the most important bridge together with the two places.

Qian Yuan is not embarrassed, he often came to Nanjing when he first went to the sea in his previous life, and he often came to Confucius Temple when he was shy at that time...... I can't afford to go to Xinjiekou.

Walked down the bridge and went straight to the Jiangnan Gongyuan, and the guide on the side was a handyman in the Hanlin Garden, and his face couldn't help but be disdainful, but he did a good job, and his face was not red.

He Liangjun didn't go in when he sent it to the door, Qian Yuan entered the courtyard and entered the lobby to find a corner cat, and listened carefully, most of the twenty or thirty people in the hall were Xiucai from Huizhou Mansion and Ningguo Mansion, and there were also a few from Suzhou Mansion and Tongzhou Mansion, and he was the only one in Songjiang.

Basically, everyone gathered in twos and threes, but Qian Yuan was the only one, a middle-aged scribe hesitated for a moment and walked over slowly, and arched his hand: "But Huating Qian Zhancai?" ”

"Exactly." The emaciated Qian Yuan arched his hand, "Your Excellency?" ”

"Guan Hong, a student of Nanling County, Ningguo Mansion." After the middle-aged man introduced himself, he asked: "I heard that Master Shi, the governor of Caojiang, was defeated in Taiping Mansion, was it Qian Friend who led his troops to defeat the Japanese invaders?" ”

"This group of Japanese robbers has been rampant in Huizhou and Ningguo for several months, and thousands of officers and soldiers are helpless, and Qian Friend is really talented."

The smile on Qian Yuan's face gradually disappeared, and the people around him were silent at first, and then the chatter and discussion suddenly rose up.

"What does Friend Guan want to ask?"

Guan Hong smiled and said loudly: "I just heard that more than 100 widows are rampant, and Qian friends are among them?" ”

"No, Qian Zhan is from Huating." A Suzhou showman retorted.

The student from Huizhou immediately said: "But his uncle is a general judge in Huizhou, and he was in Huizhou Mansion as early as the beginning of the year, so it's possible." ”

"Cheng Chen of Nanling County led his troops to kill the widows, and both father and son were killed in battle." Guan Hong obviously came prepared, "The surviving soldier Ding Zeng said, I have seen Qian Friend wrap up his wounds for the injured Japanese Kou, I don't know if there is such a thing?" ”

Qian Yuan smiled coldly, turned his head and stopped careging, not to mention the wounds for the widows, I am their logistics director!

I was coerced by the Japanese Bandits, although this matter is not a secret, but it is not something that can only be known by ordinary shows, what is the origin of this Guan Hong.

The noisy discussion became louder and louder, and there was a lot of ridicule in the gossip words, and even Ning Guofu Xiucai, whose family had died in the hands of the Japanese Kou, rolled up his sleeves and pounced on him to beat someone.

"What kind of system does it become for the students to discuss big things in vain!"

A loud cheer rang out at the main entrance.

This person was dressed in an official robe, with a fair complexion, a tall figure, and attentive eyes.

"Meet the Grand Master." The crowd saluted.

This is this year's Nanzhili school officer, Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate Yushi Jicheng.

Most of the provincial officials are concurrently appointed as deputy envoys, except for the difference between the north and the south, and they are all transferred from the Imperial Procuratorate to serve as the scholars.

For Xiucai, the scholar has a strong deterrent, not only to determine the talent to lift people, but also to determine the talent to the people, in the late Ming Dynasty, the land of the south of the Yangtze River is a scourge, only the scholar can be slightly suppressed.

However, this year, Ji Cheng, the official of Nanzhili University, is a bit miserable, since last year, he has convened students in various places to conduct scientific examinations to select the township examination places in August this year, and other places are quite smooth, but Songjiang, Tongzhou, and Suzhou are rampant, and Ji Cheng is very risky.

Later, it was the Japanese who made a fuss in Huizhou Mansion and Ningguo Mansion, and many students did not have the courage to go out to participate in the scientific examination, so the Metropolitan Procuratorate decided to postpone the recording, which allowed Qian Yuan to catch the last train.

Compared with the formal scientific examination, the process of recording the heritage is relatively simple, and there are only three major questions.

After calming down, Qian Yuan was grinding ink while reading the question, and the four treasures of the study room were temporarily purchased a few days ago.

The three major questions are all the main topics, there is no interception, and there is no ruthless matching.

First sketch it in the stomach, then type the draft on the draft, and slowly carve it into shape, there is no way, Qian Yuan really doesn't have the ability of others to do it in one go.

It was not until someone handed in the papers that Qian Yuan began to officially transcribe them, and Ji Cheng, the scholar general, had already begun to mark the papers.

There are not many candidates to participate in the recording exam, and there are only forty or fifty people who are full of them, and Ji Cheng's work is relatively easy, while tasting tea, while holding a pen to comment, draw a ○ for the selected one, and draw a triangle if you don't like it.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer candidates, and most of them were disappointed.

After all, there are a large number of candidates participating in the scientific examination, and the examiner has a rough idea of how to solve the question and accept the question, but there are few candidates who are recorded, and the examiner has time to take a closer look.

Ji Cheng shook his head, drew a triangle on the exam paper, put down the brush, and looked down to see that there was only one candidate left in the hall.

Qian Yuan shook his hand, he has always held a knife and a gun in the past few months, and he is a little unaccustomed to picking up a brush, and he has only copied two questions until now.

Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly felt that the light around him was dim, Qian Yuan turned his head to see that the senior officer was on the side, and his eyes fell on the exam papers.

"Go ahead." Ji Cheng didn't have any expression on his face, but his tone was very gentle, "One day of the posthumous exam, there is plenty of time." ”

Qian Yuan swept the corner of his eyes, the hall was already empty, although he knew that what he wrote could only be regarded as average, and he had not prepared for the exam in the past few months, and it was not easy to pass this level, but he did not intend to give up, he had to do his best.

Slowly returning to his seat and sitting down, Ji Cheng threw his eyes at the only candidate with appreciation.

There is only one candidate left, but this son is still unhurried and unhurried, not to mention the rest, this concentration alone is very surprising.

The light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and just as the servants were about to light the lamp, Qian Yuan finally handed in the papers.

Ji Chengzhang opened the exam paper and looked closely, and barely passed the question, and the question was still a little new, and the lecture and the question were particularly good, but there were some loopholes in the back and bundle of shares.

Glancing at Qian Yuan, who was calm under the case, Ji Cheng browsed it again and made sure that there was no mistake, so he drew a ○, "On the ninth day of August, there are only a few days, so let's get ready." ”

"Grandmaster Xie mentions." Qian Yuan thanked him and withdrew.

Fifty-three people participated in the recording, and only eleven people passed the test, and they were able to pass this level, and Qian Yuan was naturally not at his eight-share level.

The reason is very simple, Ji Cheng is a native of Kaizhou, a fellow villager of Cao Jiang Governor Shi Baoshan, and a close friend, and later generations will call them two and six other Kaizhou officials "Kaizhou Eight Capitals".

Shi Baoshan defeated the Taiping Mansion, and he was in a panic, but in the end, he unexpectedly survived, so he naturally wanted to thank Qian Yuan, the benefactor.

So, it's a deal.