This year's Tanhua, the unlucky guy Ding Jian, sat on a horse and saw Song Poria.

Naturally, I also saw Song Fuling and her mother talking non-stop.

Why do you say he's unlucky?

Because this year, the emperor did not plan to invite them to a banquet.

Emperor: The front line is fighting, how can I have that leisure.

This year, the emperor did not let Tanhua visit the famous garden of Beijing and pick famous flowers. Don't give Ding Jian the opportunity to "be proud of the spring breeze and see all the Chang'an flowers".

The most excessive thing is that this year, the emperor didn't even let the champion, Bangyan, and Tanhua wear the distinctive "Jinshi clothes" for a while, and only went to the place where the list was issued to read the list, and hurriedly urged them to change it.

Then Bangyan and Tanhua were obviously the top three, but they were wiped out in a bunch of seven-grade official uniforms.

Ding Jian rode on the tall horse and nodded slightly in the direction of Song Poria.

Qian Peiying immediately looked at Ding Jian, glanced at her daughter's face, and stepped forward without a trace to block her daughter.

"Auntie, I know him."

"Who?"

Mi Shou looked around, there were too many people, and everyone paid attention to their family.

Ever since my uncle had been waving to them on horseback, it had been this effect.

The child is worried, what should I say about this?

He couldn't mention it from the tattered tatters he was wearing to the little general's brother, and the people in the neighborhood would hear it.

That day, he saw Ding Jian, who was nodding to his sister just now.

"He is a friend of Brother Lu, and he probably knows his uncle."

Mi Shou even paid attention to the word "little general", and didn't dare to call his brother casually in the capital.

Even so, the people in the vicinity were curious to hear a few ears.

The people around me felt that the family next to them was really powerful, really awesome.

When the first one waved to the group of people next to him, the second waved, and the fourth actually waved again, a scene that made them even more sideways happened.

Cui Jinshi rode by and waved.

Wang Jinshi, waved.

That's Song Xiaolian's wife and daughter's family, and the eldest niece is still looking at him, so he has to wave.

Then Li Jinshi, Cai Jinshi, Cheng Jinshi, Chen Jinshi......

Horses passed by and greeted each other.

It's not just the Jinshi who live in the Lu family's courtyard who are greeting, there are also many Jinshi who can't figure out the situation.

They find that the people in front of them are waving in a certain direction, and so many people are waving, so they will wave too, and they will always make no mistake.

I can't figure out why I just waved it in a certain direction to the left.

The scene was spectacular all at once.

It's all evil.

There are three hundred and one in all.

More than 100 nearly 200 newly promoted officials and newly promoted jinshi were waving their hands in the direction of Qian Peiying.

The onlookers nearby, with their mouths half open, turned their heads to look at Song Fuling and them: "......"

Why, do you know everything?

Song Fuling covered her eyes, hid behind her mother, and her shoulders shook with laughter.

Her father's popularity is too good, and her Jinshi uncles are too many.

When she came back to Huining, she helped her father draw a contact map, and took Huining as the starting point to spread outward along the county seat where these uncles were assigned.

If you sell your souvenirs to us, we will rather produce souvenirs that are cheaper, and if you are more expensive, we can sell them there.

From near to far, mutual markets, and strive to revitalize the local economy.

At this time, Song Fusheng had already taken the lead and dismounted.

In the prison of the country, the people were not allowed to enter to observe the ceremony.

Like Mi Shou, he was looking at the red gate of the Guozijian, inside and outside the door, like two worlds.

Song Fusheng was arranged by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, waiting for all the other Jinshi to come in, so that he could lead everyone to stride forward.

There are a few times in life when there are such highlights.

Flower candles in the cave room, the title of the gold list.

Song Fusheng walked these few steps, coupled with his appearance and spirit, and his posture was graceful, in the eyes of the officials of the Ministry of Rites, he walked a man in his prime and eye-catching.

They're men, and they're all happy to look.

Song Fusheng took the lead in picking up the pen, Long Feifeng Wu wrote down his place of origin and name, and then handed it to Yang Mingyuan behind him.

Yang Mingyuan smiled, and also wrote his place of origin and name under Song Fusheng.

Then the top 10, the top 20, and more and more Jinshi stepped forward one after another.

These people came to the prison to write their names.

In order to show the grace of God.

Every Jinshi has to come to the country to write.

After the writing is completed, the official of the Ministry of Rites will hand it over to the stonemason, and the stonemason will engrave all the words written on the paper on the stone tablet.

The name of each Jinshi will be engraved on the stone tablet of Guozijian.

The significance is that no matter how many years have passed, it can be observed by future generations, and it is also for the students of the highest academic institutions in the imperial court to learn and yearn for.

This is also the reason why Mishou is looking at it from the outside.

The highest institution of learning.

He couldn't even get in, and he didn't have a chance to go in and study.

And my uncle's name has been left there, and it is still the first place on the stone tablet.

Yoneju: Do you know how proud I am?

"What's wrong?" Song Fuling found that something was wrong with her younger brother, and squatted down and asked.

Mi Shou rubbed his tears and said, "I'm so excited." ”

The child thought to himself: Grandfather, what you said about your uncle was not right. If only you were alive, you would know how good my uncle is. How can I let you know, I'm going to go home and burn paper for you.

A few days ago, Mi Shou heard Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying privately say that when handing out thousands of horses, some people who came from their hometown to inquire about things.

There were only seven in my hometown.

Six of these seven people just haven't moved their household registration, in fact, they have moved out a long time ago, and their families belong to the kind that completely live in other places.

And the man who lived in the local area and was admitted didn't live in the inn, so he didn't see him.

So if you can't ask about the six of them, you can describe that when you go back to take the exam, you see that the current hometown is still in a dilapidated state.

Song Fuling patted her younger brother on the shoulder, looked up at the words "Guozijian", and said after holding back for a while: "I'm too envious." ”

I feel that my father is doing all the things that make her envious.

Confucius Temple.

Song Fusheng led everyone to incense.

Three hundred and one jinshi, all brushed and saluted with incense.

Although they become officials from today onwards, and the emperor will give them silver, all students of the imperial examination should worship Confucius, and knowledge comes from this.

For the literati, this is the "food and clothing parent".

At this point, the entire imperial examination celebration is over.

Song Fusheng led 300 scholars down the steps of the Confucius Temple, and in front of him was a road with a bang, and officials lined up on both sides, and firecrackers crackled.

Song Fusheng stepped on firecracker debris and walked towards his family.

Horses, horses, people have taken them.

It's okay, we have Xiaohong.

"Her mother?"

"Her father."

Song Fusheng didn't care what others thought, so he excitedly grabbed Qian Peiying's hand.

It was a dream.

The military merit medal has half of the daughter-in-law.

looked at Song Fuling with a wrinkle of laughter from the corner of his eyes, and the military merit medal was half that of a girl.

Song Fusheng laughed and touched Mi Shou's head, if he really gave a chapter, he wouldn't keep the rope of the seal, give us Mi Shou.

Full hair.

Song Fusheng walked back with his family, looking up at the blue sky, and couldn't help flashing the scenes of review in his mind.

At that time, the ground was full of sacks of grain.

The old and young masters of the Nine Clans carried away the grain bags that were piled up by his family, and there was no place to put their feet on those piles at home.

His brothers made him a study table and gave it to him.

The eldest sister made a pair of cotton slippers.

Grandpa had a verbal fight with Zhai Pozi in the village: "Don't let the dog bark, it will affect our Fusheng study." ”

Uncle grabbed the child all over the yard, "Don't squeak and scream, if you mess around, you will be beaten." ”

Mother: I don't even know what to do.

So the person who picks the door, as long as Poria teases her milk and says, "Milk, my father wants to buy books." ”

The old lady touched her pants and paid for it.

Buy.

It looks like a parent should share the money for their children to go to school.

Song Fusheng looked at his wife and daughter again and smiled.

Peiying guarded him to study, opened a small window for the door curtain, and urged him to study more worrying than when Poria was in junior high school, and sat by the kang to accompany him again and again.

When he was studying, she made clothes, sewed quilts, and changed the way to make food. Sometimes I nodded my head and didn't sleep, yawning and saying, "I can't sleep, I sleep on my front foot, and you throw the book on your back foot." ”

And his daughter is from Baimu, she doesn't have this ancient memory, she can't write here, and now she has read too many ancient books than him.

set a review plan for him again, and read it with him, Poria is equivalent to passing the college entrance examination again.

He can be where he is today, which is indeed the credit of his family.

He became the best actor in the imperial examination today.

Lujia Annex.

"The old man is back."

Steward Lu led the servants of the other courtyard and shouted in unison, "Congratulations to all the masters, congratulations to all the masters." ”

The tens of thousands of firecrackers were lit again.

This man, he is very close to the inside and outside.

In the few days when Song Fusheng's palace examination was unknown, the entire courtyard was like a quasi-jinshi who had not been admitted to the palace examination, and the sky was filled with sentimentality. There was no intention of celebrating the fifty-five exaltators.

At present, Song Fusheng has become the most high-profile and talked-about upstart in the capital, and the Lu family courtyard has begun to display lights.

I don't know, I really think that the owner of this house is Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng squinted in the sound of firecrackers, choking with a smile.

looked at the servants in the Lu family's courtyard: "Reward! ”

Fugui's heart trembled.

You see, you see, thanks to him who brought Da Dezi and Tietou back in advance, leaving only one Si Zhuang to accompany the fat girl to watch the ceremony.

What are you doing when you come back?

Grocery shopping.

It is roughly estimated that there are more than a hundred slaves in this courtyard, which is not a lot. At that time, Fugui was worried that after Fusheng returned, no matter whether he was rushing for face or Lizi, he would definitely shout "reward." ”

But if one person gives some money, more than a hundred is a lot of money.

So he took Dadezi, Gao Tietou, and some young men from the Beijing Dart Bureau to go out to buy in advance.

Reward, the reward can not be money, appreciating the food.

Today, Master Song invited all the slaves of the Lu family's courtyard to eat, which was not more lively than rewarding money, and it also saved money.

Of course, if Fusheng said that he must reward the silver money, he was also prepared, exchanged a lot of broken silver taels, and bought a lot of red paper back to make red envelopes.

Fugui thought about it a lot, Fusheng was erected there, and he only needed one step, as long as others gave him the steps down, he would not reward him with money.

No, Steward Lu, as a representative, said that today is gratifying, and adding vegetables is enough to celebrate. The main reason is that the significance is extraordinary, and even the servants of the other courtyard feel honored, and the Xiyuan is really a blessed land.

Song Fusheng immediately said, okay, today, everyone must eat and drink well.

Backyard.

Mi Shou rarely touched the official uniform that his uncle had changed into, and the front chest of the six-grade official uniform was embroidered with a heron and a white bird.

After touching the bird, Mi Shou carefully picked up his uncle's official belt.

Peach Blossom and Baozhu also surrounded the two pairs of small couples, not daring to touch them, rare ones, just follow to see.

Gao Tietou smiled and asked Poria in confusion: "Is there anything to say about this belt?" I look at the belt of the third uncle, which is much worse than General Lu, the difference between military generals and civil officials? ”

Mi Shou immediately explained to his brother-in-law, and he didn't need his sister to make a move.

"Brother-in-law, my uncle's is a bronze fish talisman belt, and the general's brother's belt is a golden turtle belt. When we walk outside, as long as we see that the belt is above the golden turtle, it means that he can go to court. Golden Turtle Golden Turtle Golden Turtle Golden Turtle Son-in-law, that's how it came about, meaning, if anyone has a son-in-law who can go to court, my God. ”

After Mi Shou finished speaking, he sighed, "Who is this, this good fate, I caught the golden beetle son-in-law of the little general's brother." ”

Song Poria almost choked on drinking water.

Qian Peiying looked at Mi Shou's small back with a smile, and thought: Your uncle became a golden beetle son-in-law in this life, and it is also mine, and it belongs to our old Qian family. But you, I don't know which family I will give as a son-in-law in the future.

Today, Qian Peiying is really tired and happy, she has been following the team, and she is tired.

The feeling of following for a day is:

In the future, she will urge Lao Song to have great love in his heart, we are no longer ordinary people.

Kneeling in front of the Chengde Gate to receive the order, and then from the national prison to the Confucius Temple, it feels sacred. All this shows that our old Song has reached this height, don't just care about the small family in the future. Well, he will be busy in the future, and all she can do is to be more understanding.

"Ma'am."

"Huh?"

"There is a word from the second gate, there is an invitation to invite the master, surnamed Ren."

Ren Zisheng sent his entourage to follow here, and then he wrote posts.

He never thought of it.

I didn't expect too much, and I couldn't get too high.

In short, it was not only his wife who urged him to write a post to invite Song Fusheng to come over to reminisce about the past.

When he mentioned Song Fusheng, even his father-in-law asked him, you are a fellow countryman, you came out of a village, and you didn't send a congratulatory ceremony?

Song Fuling took over the post: "I went to the front yard to send my father to listen to what they were talking about." ”

Parvis.

It has been three rounds of wine here, and most of the dishes have been eaten, but they are still in the process of changing cups.

Fifty-six, not one of them falls, all of them are in the middle.

The adults who turned back to Fengtianfu should be worried, the official wants to give fifty-six people a reward of silver, what to give? In order to organize the fundraising as soon as possible, it is necessary to elevate the matter to the common joy of the entire Mukden region, and the big families must contribute.

Song Fusheng and their views on this matter reached an agreement at this time:

No matter how difficult it is, you can't send those money to settle down, and no matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter for your children.

Therefore, he will use fifty-six Jinshi to reward silver, and turn back to build Jinshi Academy in Fengtian. This college does not build that kind of higher education, only a basic school. I hope that more and more little babies can go in to learn some words, even if they don't take the imperial examination, it is good to only learn words to survive.

However, when talking about the difficulties they themselves will face, everyone really has a few more words.

Is there no difficulty?

For example, today, like the conditions at home, even the slaves shout congratulations to the master, and they have to think about shouting the word reward, where the money comes from.

To put it bluntly, they earn a lot, so why don't you see how much they spend.

Song Fusheng thought to himself: No wonder the historical Wen Zhenggong had to stay in his hometown for several months before taking office after he was admitted to the Jinshi. It is necessary to fight the autumn breeze for a while with the wealthy relatives and local big families in the hometown.

"Especially Mingyuan, you are a small official, and you have a lot of favors, and your difficulties have just begun."

Everyone nodded one after another, who made Mingyuan Zhuangyuan a close minister of the emperor, and he had to record what the emperor did every day. The emperor wants to listen to the book, he wants to read it, the emperor is too lazy to write a post for some adults, Mingyuan is afraid that he will be called in, the emperor reads it, and he writes it on his behalf.

This will cause the official to be small, he knows a lot of things, and he is still hanging in front of the emperor every day, presumably if there is a big or small matter in each house, he will invite Mingyuan.

Who can come to the door empty-handed? Don't be empty-handed, on this day, the capital is full of officials, and they can't afford to pay tribute.

The other four who stayed in Beijing said: "We will definitely keep in touch more privately, and help each other when there are difficulties." ”

I'm embarrassed to say to others, but we can still support each other.

There are two of them here, the family is very good, and the family is a big family in Fengtian.

In other words, the four of them laughed and toasted to each other, and they were still worried about the champion, are they miserable?

Although he was left in the capital, he was left with the qualification of "learning to walk" and had no real power. For example, you can't write anything with your own name. Stay up, at least three years.

This is also the second point that Song Fusheng said, not only mentioning Yang Mingyuan, but also mentioning it together with the four Jinshi who stayed in Beijing in this wine game.

He said:

The simplicity of life is nothing, which official who has just arrived in Beijing does not experience this.

It should be noted that a brick fell to the ground in the capital, and all the officials who wanted to smash it went to the sea. The more people there are, the more threads there are to relate to.

There are officials, you look at him as six or seven grades, or even below you.

In fact, it is not good that people have knighthoods in their families, and there are fathers, uncles, uncles, aunts, fourth uncles, and old uncles in the family.

Like Ding Tanhua, like Lin in the same year.

Yang Mingyuan sat next to Song Fusheng, his face flushed from drinking.

Hearing this, he blurted out, looking at his nature, which was like a champion, and said timidly: "Why didn't you stay, if you stayed." ”

Song Fusheng glanced at him with a wine glass, and couldn't be scared anymore:

"Mingyuan, you are too young, I have drunk a lot today, so I will say a few more words to you.

Sometimes, you really don't have to laugh at yourself.

I remember that I was not on the list at that time, and you wrote a letter to me for the people who fell off the list in the history books, and today, I also send you a character, Zhang Xiaochun.

Let's leave him alone today.

Just talk about his peasant family, barely make ends meet, born with strong learning ability, God gave him a good brain, a talent, and finally a phase. ”

Yang Mingyuan's smiling eyes were full of stars, he didn't expect his uncle to mention this person.

In fact, he also appreciates this person, not what his uncle said, but this person's experience of marrying a wife.

After being a sergeant, Miss Gaomen refused to be helpful to her career, and went back to her hometown to marry the daughter of her neighbor Ji's family.

Even after the eldest lady of the Ji family married this person for only a few years, the prime minister married another daughter of the Ji family, who was a blind girl. The two elders of the Ji family refused, saying that they were not worthy of the master, and it was not easy for blind girls to find ordinary people. But this man said, "If others don't take care of it, he will take care of it even more."

The Ji family is gracious, this is grateful, good people have good rewards, Yang Mingyuan appreciates this very much.

It's just that...... Yang Mingyuan looked at Song Fusheng's eyes, he couldn't call his uncle his teacher, his uncle was the protégé of the Son of Heaven who was recognized by Chrysostom Yuyan, and he was different from the usual protégé of the Son of Heaven in the eyes of the people. If he screams again, he is taking advantage.

I can't propose marriage to my uncle.

It's not because I'm afraid that Uncle will think Miss Song is small, it's not that I'm afraid of refusal, but Uncle is right, no matter how excited I am, I have to think about my situation first. After he stayed in Beijing, the difficulties he faced had just begun.

And this time, he can't even go back to his hometown, he has to take office immediately, and he can't return to his hometown in fine clothes.

Song Fuling rushed over with the post and heard everyone talking about many practical issues.

Isn't it time to celebrate?

No, after drinking, what is the bitter chat.

Sure enough, it's her father's style.

Song Fuling also overheard Yang Mingyuan drunkenly talking with her father in a separate room.

That's a lot of talking.

What uncle, don't worry, I'm by the emperor's side, if you hear something about Huining, let Maxima secretly send you a letter, and if it's bad, I'll be careful.

Also, grinding: Three years later, uncle, I am waiting for you in the capital, welcoming you, it seems that you have drunk too much, and said that you are crying.

In short, in Song Fuling's ears, the words convey a meaning:

Yang Mingyuan, who stayed in the capital, was willing to become an angel in a fairy tale for her father, and open his hands to become wings to protect her father. also made her father believe that the two of them would become a fairy tale with a happy ending.

Song Fuling: Lu Panpan, are you mistaken? Yang Mingyuan, what he likes is really not me, what he likes is my father, it's true.