Early March.

It's just the time for the hairpin flowers to come in spring.

It seems that overnight, the pedestrians in the streets and alleys have no more than one bright red, or pink and white, or blooming, or budding flowers on their heads. In the bun, on the hat, with the steps trembling.

Tokyoites love hairpins, and in the middle of spring, both men and women put a seasonal flower on their sideburns and hats. It's camellia now, and after half a month, it's the season when peony flowers bloom on the head. There are also silk flowers, which are wound with gold wire and decorated with broken beads, which are two more luxurious than real flowers, but the red silk flowers like flames are inserted in the hat of an old guy with wrinkled and white hair, which can't help but make Han Gang look creepy.

First of all, he was glad that Qinzhou did not have such exaggerated customs, and then thought that he would inevitably wear silk flowers on his head and swagger on the royal street, Han Gang felt a little chilled. I realized more and more the mood of Wang Anshi and Sima Guang. These two rivals don't like hairpins, and Wang Anshi never wears flowers. And after Sima Guang won the Jinshi, he didn't want to wear hairpins, but he was persuaded that it was given by the Son of Heaven, so it was inconvenient to excuse himself and reluctantly put it on.

Retract your gaze from the flowers that are planted on your head. The companion next to him was riding stiffly on his horse, struggling, expecting, and hesitating, and various expressions alternately appeared on his face, making people dizzy.

Murong Wu's performance of suffering from gains and losses made Han Gang shake his head secretly.

He had nothing to do and accompanied Murong Wu to see the list, which had also been made in advance.

Speaking of which, Murong Wu, who had been admitted to the Ming Jing, his level of talent was not very high, if he was a poet, he would definitely not be able to win, so he chose the Ming Jing back then. This time, the Jinshi Department changed the examination of the scriptures and righteous policies, so I came to try my luck.

But the probability of winning the lottery is only one or two percent, and the chance of welcoming you to come again next time accounts for 890%. Han Gang, who had already determined his results, accompanied Murong Wu to take a look at the results, which could only be regarded as doing his best. Since they are brothers, of course, they should be more close. As for jealousy or something, Han Gang didn't care.

Han Gang and Murong Wu walked towards the Guozijian inside the Nanxun Gate, and the closer they got to the Guozijian, the more pedestrians there were on the street. When I arrived at the Ministry of Rites trial list outside the Guozi Prison, it was already crowded with people. Han Gang had heard that over the years, the Ministry of Rites had released the list on the trial list, and since the third watch, he ran over to sit on the guard. There are quite a few people, and they all want to be the first to see their names. With 5,000 scholars leading their necks, and more officials, merchants, and wealthy families preparing to arrest their sons-in-law, the more than 20-step-wide street in front of the gate of Guozijian was blocked by cars, horses, and pedestrians.

"How do you get in here?!" Murong Wu was a little flustered, even if it was the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, it didn't seem to be such a crowded crowd. Compared with the day before yesterday, the number of people blocking in front of the door was still one or two times more.

"Official, let the villain come here!"

Following behind Han Gang and Murong Wu, two strong men with big shoulders and round waists stood up.

This is Wang Shaozhi After saying that Han Gang was going to accompany people to watch the list, he specially ordered them to go with Han Gang. They were all recruited by Wang Shao from the Xihe army, and they all had the strength to squeeze through the crowd, just like a chariot running over the grassland, and those who stood in front, whether it was a scholar or others, were all squeezed out of the way.

After someone was pushed aside, he turned around and was about to reprimand angrily, but as soon as he saw the red coats worn by the two strong men, he immediately stopped talking - the servants of the Zaizhi family, especially the Yuan Sui who held a copy of the official family, all had prescribed uniforms. When the deacons went to court, they were escorted by these red-clothed Yuan Sui, and the grandeur of the country's important tripod came out.

got off the horse and came all the way to the Yellow List. Five yellow lists are pasted on the wall, densely packed with names and origins, occupying most of the paper space.

The first thing that catches your eye is the name of the Ministry of Rites - that is, the name of the provincial yuan - Shao Gang.

Han Gang was not impressed by the name. However, Yu Zhong, who met in Layue last year, ranked third.

As for Han Gang himself, he had already known the results, and he was ranked one hundred and fifty-seventh, and among the four hundred and eight people in the Ministry of Rites, he was ranked in the position of the middle and front. After glancing at his name on the list, his mind only moved slightly, and he helped Murong Wu find his name.

As for Murong Wu, he had already started from scratch, looking for his name among the four hundred and eight people. It's just that the more he looks, the paler his face becomes, and the names of each one go over, and the word Murong is missing.

In a panic, suddenly his sleeves were heavy, and Han Gang pulled him, "It's hit." ”

"I know that you have won Yukun!" Murong Wu rushed unhappily and ignored Han Gang. The news of Han Gang's victory, Murong Wu heard about it when he came to find Han Gang, and he also saw Han Gang's name, but now he is looking for his own name!

"I said Brother Siwen, you've been hit!" Han Gang said.

"Yukun, don't tease the foolish brother, I didn't see it at all." Murong Wu's eyes were glued to the list, but he still didn't find his name.

Han Gang pointed helplessly to the front and said, "Start looking from behind." ”

On the last page of the list, the surname of the penultimate is Sun, but it is not called Sun Shan, but Sun Zhong. As for the penultimate one, it is Murong Wu.

It was simple but three words, Murong Wu read it once, twice, rubbed his eyes, and then read it a third time.

That's right, it's the word 'Murong Wu'.

"Ahh He shouted, "It's really hit!" ”

This shout immediately alarmed the idle people within ten zhang of the surroundings. Like a piece of fresh meat, it was thrown into the wolves, and dozens of people rushed up at once.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Gang quickly retreated a few steps, and allowed Murong Wu, who had become the target of everyone, to be drowned in the sea of people.

Murong Wu is only in his early thirties, with the tall figure of a northerner, and he has been an official for many years, so he doesn't look bad. Such jinshi are not common among the 400 people. Dozens of pairs of hungry eyes stared at Murong Wu, like a widow who had been absent for a long time looking at a sturdy man who was naked.

A servant shouted first: "The second little lady of the villain's master's family, twenty-eight years old, beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, with both ability and political integrity, is about to recruit a satisfactory Langjun!" I don't know what the officials think? ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding people cast contemptuous glances, and at this time they said these nonsense. A fat man who looked like a wealthy businessman put his hand and five stubby fingers in front of Murong Wu: "My daughter has a dowry of five thousand!" ”

The same disdainful gaze turned to the rich merchant. To catch a son-in-law, Jinshi is a prerequisite. After that, it's up to age and looks. Neither works, and the dowry is the lowest price for thousands of times. Further up, 5,000 guan is the average, which is provided to ordinary level jinshi. As for Murong Wu, he looks like a young and promising official, but he can take it for five thousand?!

"My daughter has 8,000 to marry!" A skinny squire shouted the price.

Another businessman with gold and jade wrapped around his waist and the most valuable rhombic turtle back bamboo pattern Shu brocade was also involved, "Eight thousand guan, there are still fifty acres of watered fat powder fields in Dongming County!" ”

"Ten thousand, there is a Zhuangzi in Chenliu, fifteen hectares of land!"

The gentry who shouted the highest price looked even more imposing. The dress looks ordinary, but the black belt around the waist is actually the dragon skin of the pig woman, and the green robe on the body is a tribute silk. As long as you have a little knowledge, you will know that this is a family that has nothing to do with the royal family.

In the process of shouting, Murong Wu was pulled and pulled, and the hat on his head also fell off. Seeing that the momentum was not good, he hurriedly shouted at the top of his throat, "There is chaff at home!" There is chaff at home! ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd fell silent in an instant. Then the volume hall dispersed, and the people who were in full swing just now shook their heads and scattered.

The gentry who had just shouted out 10,000 guan happened to pass by Han Gang's side, and Fang Cai also looked at him standing with Murong Wu, and couldn't help but ask more, "I don't know if an official can be admitted to the Jinshi?" ”

Han Gang asked rhetorically: "Do you think I look like a Zhongjin sergeant?" ”

The gentry looked at Han Gang from head to toe, his appearance and age were not bad, but Ning Ning's fixed expression did not look like what he should look like after being admitted to the Jinshi. Shaking his head, he abandoned Han Gang and left.

"Yukun, why bother teasing people." Angry at Han Gang's behavior of standing on the dry shore, Murong Wu questioned him, just thinking about letting Han Gang also taste the feeling of being almost squeezed to death.

"Did the little brother lie?" Han Gang asked rhetorically, "Who told him not to look at people." ”

"Oh, hit! Hit! ”

A scream interrupted the conversation between Han Gang and Murong Wu. A white-bearded, almost fifty-year-old Gongsheng clapped his hands, screamed twice, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

This scene is no longer strange to the people of Tokyo. After decades of boiling, I finally boiled out a Jinshi, and there are crazy Gongsheng.

There was an uproar, and a group of people rushed up. Splashing water, fanning fans, and a strong man with five big and three thick, listened to the instructions of the master in front of him, spit two mouthfuls of spit into his palm, rubbed it, and pinched the old Gongsheng's people.

Against the drug, Lao Gongsheng immediately woke up.

The owner of the strong man stepped forward, a businessman in his forties. He squatted down beside Lao Gongsheng: "Official, but you are hit?" ”

"Three hundred and four Fan Yong are students." In the rankings, Lao Gongsheng will never forget until he dies, even if he has just woken up from a coma, he still reports it in one mouthful.

"Is it a marriage?" The merchant immediately pressed again. As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly became noisy. Some people want to rush forward. But he was stopped by a few companions who were as strong as cattle following the merchant.

"Nope." Fan Yong shook his head and lamented, with tears in his eyes, "I have studied for forty years, but I have achieved nothing." My parents don't accept it, and my brother abandons me, so how can anyone still want to marry me. ”

"It's good if you don't have it!" The merchant didn't say much, and as soon as he waved, several strong men immediately turned around, dragged Fan Yong into the carriage horizontally and vertically, and rushed out of the crowd in a blink of an eye. Coming and going like the wind, this kidnapping method is obviously an expert.

"It's worthy of catching a son-in-law under the list." Seeing Fan Yong in the carriage going away in a flash, Han Gang sighed.