Two days later, Huang Ping, accompanied by his confidant brother Nan Xiucai, went to the Yamen of the Political Secretary to get back the examination card and "floating ticket" for the township examination, and by the way, reported his temporary residence address in the small courtyard of Xiuyifang. In addition, Huang Ping's appearance is described on the floating ticket as follows: "The square face is white and beardless, and the body is slightly taller." ”

At this point in the "Li Kui Plan," it can be said that all the preparatory work in the early stage has been completed.

From this moment on, Huang Xiucai only needs to study behind closed doors. Comrade Huang Zhicheng, a time-traveler who hurried across time and space to take the exam, is also very busy these days. To convince yourself to recognize the situation, to memorize the article, but also to refine the calligraphy, and to find time to do physical and language training every day - poor Xiucai's demeanor of bowing his head and shrinking his shoulders is really difficult for a future generation to learn.

Everything is ready, just wait for the day when the exam starts on the eighth day of the first month of August.

......

The weather in Hangzhou this year is a bit strange, there are not a few rains in July, and the hot winds hit during the day, and the afternoon is extremely hot.

Yang Er was wearing a homespun sleeveless short coat, with his belly open, and he was squatting under the wild acacia in front of Wuxian Temple, grabbing the lice on his body irritably.

He was seventeen years old, and he was still a young man. Born thin and tall, his eyebrows are still a little delicate at first glance, but he was broken by a purple-red birthmark the size of a child's palm on his face, which is a little unbeautiful.

Yang Er was an orphan, he was only five years old when his parents died on the way to escape the famine, and he couldn't even remember his own surname. adopted his old surname Yang, and he followed the surname Yang. The only son of the old man died of illness in the early years, so Yang Er, the adopted son, is the second.

The old style took Yang Er to perform all year round, until the old style died of illness in Hangzhou that year. Yang Er, who was only fourteen years old at the time, found that his fancy sword and stick kung fu was useless, so he joined the beggar gang on the spot and changed from a ranger to a thief.

Today, he came to the squatting pit at the entrance of the main hall, he came to wait for someone, and just when he was impatient, a few figures came out of the temple from afar.

The first one who came to the first place, walked with a swaying and three shakes, five short figures, sharp mouth and yellow teeth, and a good thin shirt and the feeling of being worn out of the jujube core, who could Uncle Hu be if he was not the new liaison officer of the Beggar Gang?

Seeing Hu Zhengqi leading the two followers staggering over, Yang Er hurriedly shrunk his slender body, bowed his head and bent over, and slid over with a smile: "Master Hu, the little one has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Hu Zhengqi stopped and looked: "Oh, it's you, what about the thing?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Er hurriedly took out a jade plaque from his arms and handed it over: "It's this piece, it's not damaged at all!" ”

Hu Zhengqi took the jade card, looked up at the sky and sighed: "Good thing, the air is delicate, the plane is subtracted, it is the Zigang brand, yes, the craftsmanship of the monkey has risen recently?" ”

Yang Er hurriedly smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Uncle Hu, don't make fun of it, the craftsmanship of the three-legged cat can't be put on the stage." ”

In the next moment, Uncle Hu's face changed instantly: "The craftsmanship has risen, the eyes are gone, you are a plagued mudworm, are you really blind?" You dare to steal the bits and pieces in the firewood of the Eryin Mansion? ”

Yang Er had already arched his waist into a shrimp shape at this moment, and replied in a low voice: "I really didn't recognize it, otherwise how would the little one dare to start......

"You're going to give the head of the group eye medicine." Hu Zhengqi sneered: "His old man just said that he wanted to clarify the help and have a new atmosphere, and you were plagued by the plague and provoked the old man of Tongzhi, probably because he was a long-term man, and he forgot all the rules and regulations of the gang, right?" ”

Yang Er said with a hippie smile at this time: "Isn't it in the morning that as soon as I got the letter, I sent the sign to your old man, with you always here, you can't watch the little one go to the prison to suffer." ”

"That's all that's left?" Hu Zhengqi took the piece of Zigang card in his hand, and then asked with a smile: "What about the purse and broken silver?" Spent so quickly? ”

Yang Er screamed when he heard the sound, and the birthmark on his face seemed to be much red because he had been wronged: "I went to Niu De yesterday to pay off my gambling debts, and the little one is really fine now, Hu Ye, if you don't believe it, go and ask Niu De, if I have half a lie, I won't die well!" ”

After hearing this, Hu Zhengqi raised his head and rolled his eyes, then sneered, thought about it and said, "Okay, it's all brothers in the gang, and I can't let you go to prison." I'll return this brand, and I'll accompany some good words, if the Eryin Mansion can dissipate the anger, you can do this thing. ”

After a pause, Hu Zhengqi continued: "You don't want to go back to the city in the next few days, go to Moyunguan to avoid the limelight first, when will the case be closed in the yamen, and when will you come back." ”

Yang Er did not doubt that he had him, and hurriedly thanked him. Hu Zhengqi turned his head and made a look: "Ping Laosan, you are familiar with that head, take Brother Yang to a partner, just say that I ordered it, and treat it well." ”

Ping Laosan is a sturdy man with a stubble on his face, and when he heard the voice, he stood up and patted the young man on the shoulder with a smile: "Let's go, Brother Yang?" ”

......

Out of Hangzhou city north of more than ten miles, is the middle of the mountain. A wild forest at the foot of the mountain, built against the mountain, is the Moyun Temple.

In the thirty-fifth year of Wanli, there were monks who built a temple in this place, which lasted four years before it was completed. However, just two years later, a thunderball struck the main hall of Moyunguan in a summer night, and the ensuing fire burned more than half of the temple.

Since it is a thunder punishment from heaven, then the monks in the temple must have done something to hurt the heavens and reason, and this logic is recognized by everyone. Therefore, the remaining monks did not propose to rebuild it, and a group of bald donkeys came to scatter, leaving only the innocent ones, bearing the remnants of the reputation of the unknown place, and silently stayed there.

It didn't take long for the ruined Moyun Temple to become a foothold for bandits. Now more than ten years have passed, the Moyun Temple is becoming more and more decayed, and the inner room has become a refuge for the flowers, but whoever loses the wind will often run to the Moyun Temple to avoid the limelight.

Yang Erping and Lao San hurriedly walked out of the north gate of Hangzhou, took a boat and traveled more than ten miles north along the Shangtang River, and then got off at a dilapidated river wharf, where they settled in a miscellaneous forest. Walking up a line of bluestone steps in the forest, I didn't go far, and I saw the mountain gate of Moyun Temple.

Yang Er was in a good mood along the way - the gambling debts were also paid off, and a small ingot of water silk silver was also placed, Hu Zhengqi still had to cook for himself, this newly powerful dwarf is really a fool, hehe, hehe......

There were two black-clothed men with knives standing in front of the gate of Moyunguan Mountain, and after Ping Laosan greeted him closely, he took him into the mountain gate.

Yang Er also avoided the limelight a few times in the Moyun Temple in the past, and he was said to be familiar with the way, but today he felt inexplicably a little strange as soon as he arrived here, and he suddenly reacted after entering the door, when did this wolf not have a doorman?