"Auntie? Auntie, Fusheng has been admitted to the Jinshi, Fusheng! ”

Mrs. Ma is cutting meat in the stove room of the dim sum shop.

Now it is no more than it was a few months ago.

At present, there are many employees in the dim sum shop, and there are too many 24 solar terms girls who come to the counter of the apprentice station.

She has a good heart.

Mrs. Ma thinks that she has a good heart and thinks that she is definitely a good person.

I want everyone to have some meat for lunch, but how much meat to cut is up to her.

No, just after measuring how many pigs Houqiu would be cut, he was gesturing with a kitchen knife, and Wang Zhongyu's voice came in outside.

Mrs. Ma's kitchen knife fell to the ground.

Human instinct, when something falls, it wants to pick it up with your hands.

In the stove room, the girls screamed:

"Grandma, get out of the way."

"Milk, don't reach for it."

Er Ya was in a hurry, was scalded by the oven, and ran over: "Milk, are you okay?" ”

Mrs. Ma drew some blood on her hand, and pushed away the second girl who was holding her arm.

I felt that my steps were light, and my brain opened the curtain of the back stove in a daze, and the blood on my hands stained the curtain.

"Zhongyu, what do you say", the voice was extremely calm.

But there are no customers who buy goods in their eyes.

Wang Zhongyu was about to say it again.

The doorbell rang, and several men appeared at the door.

The men were on their knees, and there were hands holding on to the door frame panting, which gave them a run, it is not an exaggeration at all, the shoes are really going to fly, and they shouted together: "Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the old lady Song Gao Jinshi!" ”

Mrs. Ma stretched out her hand, and her hand trembled first.

Then there was a roll of the eyelids without warning.

"!"

"Auntie!"

Whew, more than a dozen people surrounded him, and even the customers also surrounded him.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore next door Qi had a smile on his face, and hurriedly came in, and when he saw that the old lady had passed, he hurriedly turned around and went to invite Lang Zhong without saying a word.

greeted Xiao Er: "Call Langzhong, call Langzhong." ”

The people at the door who came to report the good news looked at each other, did they go back?

Not going back.

For things like this, as long as you wake up, you can still give joy money.

Otherwise, if you don't wake up, this is Jinshi's mother, and I can't afford to provoke it. Let's go, I'm afraid that we will be blackmailed for our money again.

Their old Song family's bounty is too difficult to get.

Someone happened to come over and shouted, "Brothers, hurry up, there is a shortage of people, there are dozens of people." ”

Good dozens, my God.

The messengers hurriedly ran back, and their shoes flew again.

Wang Zhongyu pinched the old lady and woke up slowly, stood up and shouted to them in the back: "Don't report the good news?" "It's auspicious, I still have to give some.

Mrs. Ma gasped, "I, my three sons ......"

Fengtian Mansion Yali.

The governing hall behind the government office is the big office.

All the officials laughed, and laughter rang out in unison.

Lord Fu Yin and Master Xuezheng laughed at each other and patted me on the shoulder, and I congratulated you with a fist.

So many people from Fengtian are high school scholars, this is a political achievement, and for them, it is a great political achievement.

If you do it well, you will be promoted.

What's more, there is also the protégé of the Son of Heaven who was written into the holy decree and recognized by the emperor himself.

The officials laughed: What happened, huh?

The protégé of the Son of Heaven, Song Fusheng, is indeed Song Fusheng.

There is also a champion, who is pure and they went out in heaven.

Tanhua Ding Jian, the household registration is also here, and they sent the exams one by one.

The official newspaper hall was also crowded with people at this time.

The families of the test takers who heard the news and came to check it were all blocked here.

Yang Mingyuan's mother, as well as his eldest brother, fainted excitedly here.

His eldest brother rarely fainted.

His sister-in-law who was anxious: Is she saving her grandfather first or her mother-in-law first?

After a while with the children at home, he dragged the man and shouted: "Are you stupid? Boiled out his father, the uncle is the champion, what are you doing when you faint. ”

After a while, he pulled his mother-in-law: "Mother, the capital is still waiting for us to go, wake up." ”

Later, she saw that many officials came out to help, stuffing ginseng slices into Yang Mingyuan's wife's mouth, and Lang Zhong touching the pulse.

Yang Mingyuan's sister-in-law simply sat on the ground, put her mind at ease, didn't care about anything, looked up to the sky and smiled, "Hahahahahahahaha ”

Gotcha, draw another one.

It feels amazing to be admitted, and it is a Wenqu star.

I didn't expect it to be the champion, no.

Among the other Jinshi families who lived in Fengtian City, there were also many people who had ginseng, and there were also many old people in the clan who were laughing and crying with old tears.

Glorify the ancestors and change the court.

Some families, with the strength of one family, only confessed this one in three lifetimes.

That's not a matter of whether there is money to provide or not, it has to be that children and grandchildren can read, that's the case.

The Manchu Dynasty only admitted those hundreds of people, including the children and grandchildren of the family, how glorious it was.

Today, the ginseng film is distributed by the Fengtian Mansion Government.

Later, Mrs. Ma regretted it when she found out, why didn't she go there to faint, and paid for Lang Zhong by herself.

Renjia Village.

shouted the good news on this side, and Grandpa Song almost fell into the yard on that side. Then he turned all the way from the backyard and hurried to the front yard.

Uncle Song was catching chickens, and I heard that the third nephew was a high school jinshi, and the chickens were strangled to death by him.

The tall butcher climbed down from the firewood stack.

Song Fusheng's second brother Song Fuxi was doing carpenter work when he smashed his foot with an axe. Jumping in circles with your feet in place and laughing.

Laughing and laughing and crying.

The eldest brother Song Fucai also covered his eyes and cried when he stood at the gate, and immediately choked up and said, thank God.

"Who? What, huh? What are you crying about? ”

When Grandpa Song rushed over, after listening......

"Grandpa!"

"Old man!"

"Oops, Dad."

Grandpa Song and Uncle Song are generally companions.

Grandpa heard that Song Fusheng was the top student in high school, and Uncle Song drew it when he heard that Song Fusheng was a protégé of the Son of Heaven.

After a while, Grandpa Song woke up slowly, and heard that Song Fusheng was the magistrate of the county and drew it again.

After a while, Uncle Song woke up leisurely and heard that his nephew's Nazhi County was not an ordinary county, and there were few Liupin counties in the Manchu court.

The magistrate of Nursery Rhyme Town also had to salute when he saw his nephew, which means that the Qingtian Lord of Nursery Rhyme Town needed to stay up for at least another three or five years to catch up with his current nephew status, so he smoked it again.

The mothers-in-law were laughing and crying, crying and laughing.

They even formed a circle for Mrs. Ma, who had long forgotten her age, and a group of old ladies held hands, tugged at their sleeves, turned their bodies upside down, and staggered.

They were reveling with chickens, ducks and geese.

"Fusheng, Fusheng, Fusheng."

Mrs. Wang laughed and cried and said: "This time, Fusheng's nephew can finally get the prize, and he didn't take it if General Lu intercepted it." ”

Mrs. Guo and Mrs. Tian immediately agreed, but no.

Mrs. Ma waved her hand, and she wiped her eyes with a smile: "You guys, you know a money, what's wrong with this person, open your mouth for money, shut up for money, my third son was admitted to the Jinshi is a matter of silver money." ”

turned around and asked Wang Zhongyu: "How much money can you give, have you inquired?" ”

Seven days later.

Fengtian City, the ten-mile long pavilion, the gongs, drums, suona are complete, and the firecrackers are also ready.

Officially organized, greeted Song Fusheng and his party in triumph.

And organize the families of these jinshi to greet them together.

Song Fusheng's convoy slowly emerged.

The jinshi in the car saw many family members and many old folks waving to them.