After such a division, it is obvious that Master Huang is going to lurk in Jiangnan with peace of mind.

Of course, with the current situation, there is no need for him to rush to make any contribution to the company. On the contrary, all the people or items related to the crossing force, Huang Zhicheng should try his best to avoid appearing on him at this stage.

Like Liu Yaozu, a Hui merchant who has dealings with the crossing forces, he should avoid it. Everything has to wait for him to be a native of the Ming Dynasty, and after integrating into the gentry class in the future, he will pretend to be unaware and slowly contact.

After a certain bigwig made arrangements for Huang Juren's future, he shamelessly made a final instruction to him in a whisper and ridicule: only hibernation, not activation, and when the war comes, it will work wonders......

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Thinking back to these unbelievable things that I have encountered during this period of time, the feeling of not knowing whether to cry or laugh has surged up again. Fortunately, in these days, the mentality has almost adjusted, Huang Zhicheng is spending the moon at the moment, using tea as wine, but he really has a little more freedom from the ancients.

Sighing silently, he collected his thoughts, and like a soldier before battle, he began to check the whole plan one last time.

The line between Nanwang and Huangping has ended. These two important individuals have been placed under de facto house arrest and will be sent to the post in the near future. In the end, there will only be one Huang Xiucai in this world, well, the future Huang Juren, surnamed Huang Mingping, and the word Zhicheng.

The yamen has also spent enough money there - when the ancients Huang Ping was still studying in the small courtyard, the fake Huang Ping had already appeared on the scene, and he tentatively completed his first task: holding a famous thorn of the official Zhishi that he bought at a turn and eight folds through the company, he made an appointment to meet with the officials of the Yamen of the Political Division.

The triennial township test is the time when these officials get rich. Among the more than 10,000 candidates, there are those who can take the high-end route and get the examiner and the code. Five years ago, Comrade Shui Tailiang, the examiner, played such a hand in Hangzhou City, but was denounced by the bright-eyed masses. Huang Zhicheng is a traverser, of course, there is no need to take such a dangerous path, he just spent seventy taels of silver to buy two "traditional services" from the officials.

The first is the "Elegant Seat": during the examination he will be assigned to the spacious old number built in the early years of the Gongyuan Temple. At the same time, he spent money to buy a "companion", that is, in the examination room for a few days, there would be a veteran on duty to help him cook and wash alone, and take care of it in the morning and evening.

As for the most important questions, they have also been prepared. The chief examiner of this year's Zhejiang Provincial Township Examination is Chen Meng, the reviewer of the Hanlin Academy, and the same examiner is the only one in the Ministry of Officials, and these two people are in line with historical data. Therefore, at the moment when the examiner was determined, the crossing forces had already tacitly acquiesced that the questions of this township exam would be the same as history.

The next step is simple: first check the hotels and inns, find out a few scholars who were originally promoted in this session in history, and lock up one of them surnamed Han Xiucai after evaluation. The traverser has an anthology of current texts that he found from later generations, and the surname Han Xiucai was raised, and then Huang Zhicheng only needs to memorize these eight shares.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Han surnamed Xiucai began to have a fever and fell asleep after dinner, unable to get out of bed, this emergency came and went quickly, and the unlucky ghost's illness will slowly heal after the crucial first exam...... Everything is so smooth, familiar routines, familiar flavors.

A second-rate dealer who relied on fake paintings to eat in later generations, is now in the Ming Dynasty, carrying the diploma of Xiucai surnamed Huang in his arms, and stuffing his belly with the eight-strand text of Xiucai surnamed Han, and is about to embark on the imperial examination room of the ancestors for thousands of years......

Just when Huang Zhicheng was thinking about the past and the present, a tall figure came out of the wing......

Huang Xiucai took advantage of the moonlight, and pinched his two fingers without seeing it, and the next moment there was a "ding" sound, and the master and servant smoked filter cigarettes in the 17th century.

"The exam will start tomorrow, then in more than half a month, my task will be completed." The tall black shadow squatted on the flower pond under the laurel tree, unable to see clearly, and the cigarette butt was extinguished.

"Yes, in another twenty days, the results will come out." Huang Xiucai spit out a few smoke rings: "I've worked hard for you during this time, and I don't know if I will let you stay in Hangzhou to work in the future." ”

"Whatever they do, I don't care."

"Hehe, in fact, it's good to go to the big office, you know, it's Yan'an now, and it's a little hard, but that's the qualifications. I can't help it, tailor-made shell, you have to think about it. ”

"Well, I'll think about it later, let's go to bed early after smoking, and I'll have to catch the exam tomorrow."

"OK, I'll go to bed after I smoke this one."

This is a conversation between Huang Zhicheng and the "servant" assigned to him by the organization, on the eve of the exam.

Things have come to this point, and the "Li Kui Plan", which even seemed a little joking at first, is nearing the end, everything that can be done by crossing forces has been done, and all that remains is to wait for the result.

On September 17, 1627, in the early morning of the ninth day of the eighth lunar month, before the dawn of the sky, tens of thousands of candidates in Hangzhou had already lit lanterns, carried the examination basket, and walked in the direction of the Gongyuan.

The Gongyuan is in the north of the city, not far from the Genshan Gate. The Gongyuan, which is unknown on weekdays, is shining in the darkness at the moment, attracting fireflies that slowly move from all directions. The master and servant of "Huang Ping and Huang Xiucai" are the same as other candidates, and they are also hurrying in the dark at this time.

When there was still half a mile away from the Gongyuan, a road card had already been set up in front, and only the examination show was allowed to pass. Huang Zhicheng walked here, took the test basket from the person behind him, and the master and servant shook hands covertly and vigorously in the lights off, and whispered: "Come on!" Then Huang Zhicheng turned around and straightened his shirt, held his head high, and strode towards the Gongyuan.

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The pride soon wore away in the long wait, the signing and singing, and the humiliating undressing and body searching.

By the time he found his house in embarrassment and sat down to catch his breath, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was impossible for him to bring his watch in at this time, so he could only look at the sun and estimate the time.

Fortunately, the previous preparations were not done in vain, probably because of the famous thorn of the gentleman, and the officials of the political secretary and the yamen did not dare to repay the account. Huang Xiucai's township test this time, he was assigned to the old house with the name of "land", and the sit-ups were quite spacious. Not long after he sat down, the old army at the door came over and silently cleaned the house for him, and then brought water, the small clay stove lit a fire, and Huang Xiucai finally drank lean porridge in the evening.

Sleep and recuperate, and when it was midnight, a small official came over to hand out the exam papers, and there were people walking back and forth holding question cards in the lights, shouting the exam questions loudly: "A gentleman is easy to say but difficult to say...... and its causes...... Virtue is a saint......"