On the second day, the glimmer of the sun swayed and climbed up the battlement, and the crowing of chickens was heard in the distance. Uncle Yang got up, tidied up his clothes, Yang Jin personally walked in with a basin of water, he usually knew that Yang Jin got up, but recently he may have been worried, he couldn't sleep at night, but he couldn't wake up in the morning.

Yang Jin saw that Uncle Yang was up, and quickly put down the basin and came over to help Uncle Yang tidy up his clothes.

"What are your plans for today, sir?" Uncle Yang didn't let him call himself anything else, only let him call himself sir, in case something happened in the future, so that this child could get out.

"I'm going out for a walk today, you take care of your luggage here, and then study, and I'll take the test when I come back." Uncle Yang said while wiping his hands with a cloth.

Yang Jin nodded in agreement, but he still wanted to go out for a walk, after all, the grand occasion of Yueqi City was the first time to see him, but he didn't dare to mention it in front of Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang ate a little meat soup, this is also what makes him secretly surprised, some of them in other states and counties are good, where have you seen any meat soup, but in the northwest corner of the imperial city, this old, small shop with no business actually has meat soup!

Uncle Yang went downstairs, and the little two by the door said very politely, "Morning guest officer", he nodded, which reminded him of the time when he was on the mountain in the past, he got up every morning, and his junior brother was already practicing swords, and when he saw him, he would also say "Senior brother is early", he would nod his head, because he wanted to say that his junior brother had gone out to take a bath under the mountain spring in the morning, every day, even in the winter with heavy snow, because of these, their teacher always said, "You are not as good as your junior brother, I don't know how to persevere, I am afraid that you will hurt yourself after a long time", He always laughed it off and didn't refute it.

Uncle Yang walked out of the post station, this early winter morning was a little cold, and there seemed to be frost on the green brick road.

Uncle Yang wanted to go to the Zhaoxian Pavilion first, and figure out some ways earlier, he always knew that the more he was a receptionist, the more he liked to reward silver, so he would go and see how much silver he needed to take him into the palace.

Uncle Yang wandered around most of the city and didn't find the place with the three big characters "Zhaoxian Pavilion" written on it, but he did find the old site of the former Taixue Palace, a dilapidated wooden door with a long faded paint was tightly closed, and it was covered with dust. Uncle Yang stepped forward and gently pushed the door open, everything inside was dilapidated, and the remaining bamboo slips were scattered on the ground one by one, indicating that no one had come here for a long time, and people would bring up a lot of dust when they walked over gently. A ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the window, making it look even more old and desolate.

Uncle Yang stood by the door for a long time and did not move, where is the place where the world's students hope ah, the teacher has said before, the Taixue Palace nets the world's talents, every Double Ninth Festival, there will be a debate conference here, there will be a lot of important representatives of various theories in the middle, this grand occasion can be called the biggest event in addition to the wax festival and the spring festival, every day, the literati and ink writers gather here, the emperor personally proposed, and then the families have debated, and the final winner of the emperor will give more than four official positions, and will be famous all over the world. It is a pity that this pomp and circumstance disappeared in the time of Daizong, because some people say that natural and man-made disasters are caused by these people, and they sometimes disagree with the heavens, so they are punished by heaven, and all the people are suffering, and these rude scholars should be dispersed to calm the hearts of heaven. After hearing this, Daizong felt that it made sense, so he directly took this grand ceremony every year, and forbade students to travel in pairs, so it can be said that the learning atmosphere in Zhao Guo today is so weak that it almost disappears.

Uncle Yang stood for a long time, and silently turned around and went out, the emperor is seeking talent today, but he doesn't know how to restore the school palace to attract celebrities from all over the world, so it seems that it is just empty talk.

Uncle Yang turned around and left silently, turned in at a street corner, the three big characters of the Zhaoxian Pavilion stood on it, lifted the bead curtain and went in, there were bamboo slips on a small desk, and a fat man in the consular uniform of the Zhaoxian Pavilion was lying asleep on the bamboo mat without the slightest intention of waking up.

Uncle Yang really didn't want to disturb this An Ran's nap, although he hadn't taken a nap, and he didn't know what would happen if he was called up at this time, but he knew that some people would always deliberately find something to come out, so he kept standing under the eaves, waiting for the consul to wake up.

A quarter of an hour passed, the consul turned over, only to find that there was a person standing under the eaves, startled, hurriedly dragged his bloated body and sat up, and when he saw Uncle Yang dressed in sackcloth, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and asked loudly: "What are you doing?" This is the Recruiting Hall, go away if it's okay! ”

Uncle Yang walked in and said, "You are the consul here, I saw the emperor's list of talents, so I came." ”

The consul looked Uncle Yang up and down with a pair of eyes that had not yet woken up, and he looked down on these so-called students who talked about "self-cultivation, governing the family, and leveling the world" every day.

The consul glanced at Uncle Yang contemptuously, then lifted the pen and asked, "Where are the people?" Where do you live now? ”

Uncle Yang knew that this person looked down on him, but there was no way, his enthusiasm still had to rely on this person to have a place to display, so he replied a little respectfully: "I am from Yunzhou, my ancestral home is Anding County, and I now live in Yun'an Station in the northwest corner of the city. ”

The consul wrote it down one by one, then raised his head, saw that Uncle Yang only arched his hands like that, frowned, and said a little unhappily: "Go back and wait, the emperor will call in a few days." ”

Uncle Yang thanked him again and again and exited the door. The consul pursed his lips, scolded and threw the bamboo slips aside, no one has come to the Zhaoxian Pavilion since the emperor opened, and today I finally came to someone, I thought I could slaughter a sum, but I didn't think it was a poor ghost, it was really disappointing.

Uncle Yang doesn't care about that, he is now almost gone even with the most basic entanglement between him and Yang Jin, so he can still care about giving money to a small consul of the Zhaoxian Pavilion. Uncle Yang didn't go back the way he came, but chose another way, he really didn't want to see the dilapidated literati holy place again.

Uncle Yang returned to the post station, Yang Jin prepared the meal, the two sat at the table, Uncle Yang took another test of Yang Jin's recitation, sure enough, Yang Jin, the child, never let him down, and then he went to bed satisfied, now he can only wait, waiting for the emperor to summon him.