Huang Xiucai, who got up early and sat on the trumpet board, smiled silently in the candlelight at this moment, his mouth became bigger and bigger, and even his back molars were exposed.

He pondered quietly for a while, and then carefully selected twelve draft scrolls from the twenty-four answer sheets he had brought—all of which had been filed in the Yamen of the Chief Minister, with his name, his year, his place of origin, the names of the three generations, and the scriptures written on the frontispiece.

Organized crime has the advantage of being thought of where it is easy to go wrong. At this time, Huang Zhicheng was not in a hurry to copy the eight-strand text he had already memorized to the main volume, but according to the pre-planned plan, he wrote and drew on the grass scroll, making a look of meditating and thinking hard, choosing words and making sentences. Now for him, a scribe, there is still time, and he must calm down... Keep calm......

The days passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was August 17, and Huang Ping and Huang Xiucai's township test journey in the seventh year of the Apocalypse also came to an end. The traversers, who got the news as early as the end of the first exam, have also celebrated in advance.

The hard work of the past few months has finally not been in vain, the idea of a little child's play at the beginning has now succeeded, and the crossing forces have really drummed up a "real fake", which his grandmother has a sense of accomplishment!

Huang Zhicheng himself is also emotional, fortunately, there are still some days before the release of the list, so he still has time to prepare, well, get ready to be a master.

Taking advantage of the fact that he is still a little transparent talent that no one pays attention to, he has hurried to Tangzhuang a few times in the past few days, mainly to implement his future contacts, contact methods, and logistics supply issues, and by the way, return the "servant" who has been with him for a long time to the company.

You know, according to the plan, after he is promoted, he will not be able to come to Tangzhuang publicly. In the future, unless there is an emergency, he can only communicate with the company through contacts or devices.

However, the contact person has not yet been decided - there are really a lot of people who are interested in being spy leaders at the moment, and five or six spy war emperors are busy spraying each other on stage and canvassing for votes in the company these days; Huang Zhicheng went twice and found that these people were tearing up in full swing, and he had no choice but to carry a bag of silver back to the city first.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were still a few days before the release of the list, he went out to find a tooth, and first hired a rough couple in his small courtyard to do some chores temporarily-luxury goods such as mansion housekeepers and maids will wait until he is officially promoted, and at the moment he is still an ordinary talent, so naturally he can't be too public.

The couple are natives of Hangzhou, the woman cooks and cleans, and the man does some rough work. Huang Zhicheng now hires people, all of whom are specially selected locals with a foundation, which is also in line with the style of the official eunuchs.

He took out the silver and gave it to the manservant, and told him to exchange it for some fine copper coins, and buy some wine and sweets on the way. After a few days of anxiety, he has been waiting at home as planned, and those who have ghosts in their hearts should not go to the excitement of catching their sons-in-law. I waited until the morning of the third day of the ninth month to hear the sound of blowing and noise at the corner of the street.

"Good news: Huang Zhiping, the master of your mansion, ranked 33rd in the Zhejiang Township Exam of Zhejiang Township, and Beijing News even appeared in Huangjia!"

Even if he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but at this moment, when Huang Zhicheng stood at the door of the small courtyard, listening to the roll call of the newspaper, and looking at the neighbors who were talking in front of the door, he was still dizzy for a while, held on to the wall and shook his head slightly, and then came to his senses.

Huang Xiucai, no, Master Huang has been busy until the lamp, and then sent away the waves of people and neighbors who came to report the good news, and it was only then that he had the time to recall his ranking.

According to the information brought from later generations, Xiucai surnamed Han, who was replaced by him, would have been promoted with a score of thirty-fifth - this position meets the requirements of the traversal: the top ranking is too eye-catching, and the ranking is too low to be a little difficult to take in the future when socializing, and the position of thirty-fifth is just right.

However, the final result was that Huang Zhicheng won the 33rd place, which made him calm down and think about it carefully, and probably the reason was found out by him: calligraphy, which can only be calligraphy.

He was making fake drawings before the crossing, and he dabbled in several fonts. In this township test, he used the Taige style answer sheet, and since the answers had already been prepared, he had plenty of time to write beautifully. Now it seems that it should be this little difference that makes him two places higher than the historical candidates with the surname Han.

After figuring out the joints, he happily went to rest. In the next few days, Master Huang was very busy: dancing with everyone at the Luming banquet, making friends at the same year's meeting, and giving gifts that slightly exceeded the market at the master and the master of the house, not for anything else, just to remember the little fresh meat firmly ......

The official is busy like this, and the private is also like the market: those who ask for slavery for the family, those who ask for land, those who seek to recognize their godfathers, those who give gifts, those who protect the media, and those who are pawnmaids......

Master Huang has to find time in his busy schedule to pick housekeepers, mansions, and maids, fortunately it is the Ming Dynasty, and the crime of unknown origin of huge wealth has not yet been invented, otherwise someone will have to launder a handful of money first, then it will really cost his life.

Flowers are brocade, and the fire is cooking. Even in Hangzhou City, where talent is not as good as dogs and people walk all over the place, as one of the 100 heroes who stood out from the crowd, Huang Ping and Huang Xiaolian, who successfully squeezed into the ruling class with an admission probability that is not inferior to that of the civil service examination of later generations, has also been in the highlight of his life in the recent period.

......

How can the new people be arrogant and lascivious and ignore him, let's turn back the time a few days, on October 11, 1627, the third day of the ninth lunar month, the same day that Master Huang was lifted, there was another major event that was enough to affect the historical process of this plane, which was quietly going on.

The autumn wind gusted, the dark gray clouds covered the sky, and the morning light was full of gloomy smell. A few days after the cold dew passed, there was a wave of cold inside and outside Hangzhou, much earlier than in previous years. The abnormal climate of the Xiaoice period at the end of the Ming Dynasty has become more and more obvious in this land.

The swearing-in ceremony, which was supposed to be majestic and full of people, became a little cold and silent in such an early morning.

In the newly built Qingtiao Shihe Wharf in front of Tangzhuang, there are several sand boats docked in a smoke. The two largest ships were now full of people, either whispering or flapping their arms to each other, saying, "Take care! ”