In the hall, except for Yang Fan and Kong Yanzhi, Sun Yi and Li Yuhuan, who were sitting, didn't dare to talk nonsense. Kong Yanzhi looked at Yang Fan strangely and said, "Since the lord is so heartfelt and talks to me, then he won't hide it." If it weren't for the fact that the lord was originally ready, he would not play according to the routine, and when he heard these words, he would definitely think you were crazy. This imperial examination does not test the scriptures and righteousness, and does not make eight shares, so what else is the test? ”

"Is Yan Shenggong asking me?" Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

Kong Yanzhi coughed his throat, "I think the eight-strand system is very good, and the scope of the imperial examination and commentary is also appropriate, at least I have no major problems in the past two hundred years." "It's not a big deal, it's always been like this, this is a rule, the officialdom has been mixed up for a long time, and I understand that I would rather be mediocre than make any moths, thankless, and if I don't do it, it will be the nine clans. So if you don't do anything, but you can keep one party safe, that's a good parental officer; If you can occupy a high position and think about material resources, you are a good official with good conduct.

As for the ability to be incompetent, it is secondly, how could there be so many things in ancient times. Paying taxes, persuading farmers, and adjudicating cases, that's all there is to it. And except for cases where there is a death, there are generally patriarchs and lieutenant chiefs who deal with and solve them, and there are not many who really report to the official and get promoted.

"What's the matter? Couldn't Yan Sheng Gong see the decline of the country's strength, and couldn't he see that the people had reached the point of starvation? Don't blame the fault on natural disasters, it is really a peaceful day moth is comfortable, when it comes to troubled times, these moths are still moths, and the beams and pillars can no longer support their gnawing, day by day, Yuxia overturned, when the time comes, it will not be a civil rule and military rule, but a major event to change the dynasty. Yang Fan's hand hit the table, knocking Kong Yanzhi's scalp a little numb, such a big rebellious words were so eloquent in Yang Fan's mouth.

"Lord Yang, that's a bit of a problem. If it is heard by an idler, it is not a matter of fun. I don't think I heard. I'll talk about the article, and don't go to other places. ”

Yang Fan secretly said in his heart: Sure enough, the world is as black as a crow. They all grew up reading sage books, how could Yang Fan say that it was not good. "Hehe, it's not too early, and this article can't be explained in a word."

Kong Yanzhi said with a smile: "Since Lord Yang mentioned the Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, then I also remind Lord Yang that to do reforms, you must first have a foundation." If the lord can't convince the people of the world, then what kind of reform is there to talk about? At the beginning, ancient literature was advocated, and it took many generations of evolution to make the literary world bloom. ”

"Well said! Listening to the words of the Holy Father of Yan today, it is like an initiation, and I have said goodbye. ”

"The lord has made such a great contribution to the saint, it is better to stay and eat before leaving."

"Nope." Yang Fan excused himself and said, "I'm going to say goodbye." ”

"Then I won't send it."

The three of them left Xinyuan. Yang Fan glanced at Kong Yanzhi, who continued to make chrysanthemums, and muttered, "Tell me, is what this Yan Shenggong said reasonable?" ”

Li Yuhuan nodded and didn't say anything. Sun Yi shook his head and didn't say anything. Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and scolded with a smile: "You two, just like two stuffy gourds, refused to say anything." What, pretending to be sensible in front of me? Li Yuhuan helped Yang Fan into the carriage and whispered, "There is a little truth." ”

Yang Fan, who had just sat down, immediately poked his head over like a mad dog and scolded angrily: "There is a bullshit truth." One push three, five or six, now this Confucian, is he still Confucian? Is he still a Confucian! ”

was so frightened that Li Yuhuan and Sun Yi shrank their heads, and they didn't dare to breathe, for fear that Kong Yanzhi from Xinyuan would hear it. got into the carriage and urged Zhang Yao to hurry up. Now Zhang Yao is about to become Yang Fan's professional coachman. Jinyi Wei Baihu, being a coachman, is indeed a little stumbling.

The carriage slowly left, and in the dark alley, a figure slowly retreated. Autumn mood, here, is still obvious. The three of them, who had eaten porridge with salted fish for a few months, hurriedly found a restaurant to treat their stomachs. Still according to the usual practice, Yang Fan and Li Yuhuan drank tea, and Sun Yi, a foodie, ordered food. Because after he finished ordering, the rest was not only greasy to eat, but it was unpalatable as soon as he heard it.

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What temple is the most? It is estimated that it is the Guandi Temple. Wen worships Kong Sheng, Wu worships Emperor Guan. The temple is divided into sizes, the big temple mountain gate, the pavilion pond is the same, the small temple is broken in a tile, and the clay sculpture is one. I know, oh, that's Uncle Guan, I don't know, I think it's a landlord.

On the low mountainside, there is a broken temple, rubble and ruins, if you don't look closely, you really can't see the temple. A few people sat on the ground, a pile of raw black charcoal, covered by a piece of broken tile, and it seemed that a fire would have to be lit when it was dark. The three of them huddled in a corner of the Guandi Temple. Sleeping on the haystack. The other three were sitting on the floor, drinking wine and eating leftovers.

"Whew." People with stories don't necessarily have to dress brightly. The rough man's chin was staggered, and a scar on the right side of his face was slightly elongated with a light breath. He threw the wine and meat on the broken tile, found his familiar seat, and fell asleep. The grass under the mat was startled by the gust of wind, and the three sleeping men suddenly frowned and scolded, "You fight!" ”

The rough man's feet curled up on his stomach and said in a muffled voice: "Fu Restaurant." Yesterday, I stared at it for a night, and you watched it. The three men who were just about to close their eyes opened their eyes instantly, "Fat fish? ”

"Three fish, one hatchet."

A few people who were eating chicken and drinking turned their heads, "How fat is the fish?" Is the knife sharp? The rough man didn't seem to say much, rubbed the straw mat, and said impatiently: "The fish with autumn fat is an embroidered spring knife." A few people frowned and spit out the chicken bones, "Just a handful?" ”

The snoring came up and stopped talking. The three men on the straw mat got up, exchanged words with the three seated men, and then hurried away. The rest of the rough man opened his bloody eyes, walked to the edge of the broken tile, chewed the bones of the roast chicken in his mouth, and drank the remaining wine, and fell asleep. I don't care if it's my seat or not. Regardless of whether you succeed or not, if you can't come back, what's the use of keeping your seat.

A new rain came late in a hurry. For the autumn harvest, it is also a late summer, the streets and alleys are dripping, and the cool breeze is gradually rising. Dengzhou City, which has not been new for a long time, has a little more spirituality. The smoke and rain are covered with dust, the figure at the entrance of the alley is thinning, and the people in the clothes are carrying a few faces of fish, wearing their mouths with bamboo strips, which are vivid. The rain fell on the edge of the window, Yang Fan leaned against the window railing, feeling the rain falling on his face and glass of wine, and in his ears, it was the sound of tuk tuk on the wooden ladder.

The garrison of Dengzhou slowly withdrew in the rain. The sky was dim, and it was a little red. The old man in front of the side house was still smoking dry cigarettes in his spare time.

A qiē is quiet and poetic, red rainy days, yellow flower fields, and rice flowers are fragrant and say a good year.