Ji planned to go to see when the last spice could be harvested, but he was stunned when he arrived in Nanshan.

The sun was long, and the orange afterglow was sprinkled on the old tree on the low slope opposite.

Under the tree, the man in the green shirt stood tall and looked at her with a slight smile.

"Here we are."

It was a very ordinary greeting, as if they had just met yesterday.

"Well, why are you ......" Ji pointed around.

Except for the people who opened up the wasteland, few people came here. And even if the wasteland is cultivated here, now that the harvest and the planting are all busy, no one will come here when they are idle.

After all, a little further west is the Tomb Mountain, and the people in the village are still quite taboo.

Song raised his hand at her, holding a book in his hand: "It's quieter here, you can read for a while." ”

Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

She just thought that Song was waiting for herself here.

If that would be too guilty, and he didn't know when he would come, wouldn't he have waited for a long time?

The two sat on the ground under a tree, separated by a distance.

I met in town for a while, but we didn't have a chance to meet again.

Song was busy preparing for the exam, and almost never returned to Dafeng Village during this period, and heard Widow Xie say that he and his classmates had been to the Hu Spicy Soup Stalls a few times, but during that time, because of Cao Yunyun's problems, Ji rarely went to the stalls.

I haven't seen it for a long time, and I always feel a little weird.

"You ......"

"You ......"

The two spoke at the same time, and they were stunned at the same time.

We looked at each other and smiled, and that familiar feeling slowly returned.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

Looking at it from a distance at the bottom of the slope, I felt that Song's figure had lost a lot of weight, and now that the distance was closer, I found that the contours of his face were more obvious.

However, although he is thin, he is not haggard, his warm eyes are more vibrant, and the whole person feels more handsome than before.

The state is good, and it seems that he is very confident about this hospital exam.

Ji guessed so in his heart, but he didn't ask it, not wanting to increase the pressure on the people who were about to take the exam.

"You're a lot taller." Song said and stretched out his hand to compare.

In fact, not only has it become higher, but the season has changed too much.

So much so that at first glance, he almost didn't recognize it.

It's like a newly-haired willow bud suddenly pulled, and there is no lack of flexibility in the slenderness, and the summer shirt is thin, which can't hide this change in posture at all.

At the same time that the whole person was a little taller, the originally rough and dry hair was also raised black and smooth.

The face that used to be yellow, nourished by the spring breeze, soaked in the dew of summer, became a white and tender water tofu.

Now it is covered with a halo, which gives people a sense of unreality.

In just half a year, an ordinary girl was carved into a slender and graceful appearance, which made people have to sigh at the magic of creation.

Fortunately, the eyebrows and eyes are still familiar to him, and Qingling's eyes are still clear.

Song forced himself to look away from this face that could easily make people's hearts shake, and looked into the distance, and suddenly hesitated a little about what he wanted to say.

Ji saw that the book was clenched and loosened by him, loosened and clenched, over and over again, ravaged and unshaped, and felt strange in his heart.

This is not like Song, who loves books like his life, is there something difficult he has encountered?

Just now, I was thinking about not asking him about the college exam to increase the pressure on him, but I finally couldn't help but ask.

"What specific day did your hospital try?"

Her question brought Song back to his senses.

"It's set for August 16, after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

August 16, isn't that nine days left?

Ji is not very familiar with the ancient imperial examination system, and only knows a little about it.

For example, the college examination has to be taken in Fucheng, and it is normally held from June to July. The chief examiner was Xuezheng, and the emperor appointed officials from the Hanlin Academy or the Six Ministries to serve in the provinces for a term of three years, and presided over at least two sessions during the term.

Children who pass the college examination are admitted to Fuzhou County School and become official students, that is, Xiucai.

And winning the show means that he has left the civilian class and embarked on the starting point of his career.

"Then don't you still want to go to Youyang?"

Song shook his head: "It's in Yeyang this year." ”

Since Pan Jiadao became the magistrate of Yeyang, in recent years, Yeyang has faintly had a tendency to suppress the capital city of Youyang, and the previous peace with Beiliang was in Youyang, and students from all over the world have a heart of rejection and resistance, so the test location is simply set in Yeyang.

"That's okay, Yeyang is more familiar, but it is recommended that you go two days early, for dinner, transportation, accommodation or something, these must be arranged in advance."

Song's slightly solemn face showed a slight smile.

"Don't worry, Sir has already explained, he will be with us then."

Ji coughed.

"Uh, that, how's your preparation?"

She specially inquired about the admission quota for the government examination here in Guanbei, with an average of about 40 in large counties, 20 or 30 in medium counties, and only more than 10 in small counties.

The competition is fierce.

I don't know how many places Yeyang can get this year.

"Not bad."

Song's words are not modest, but they are not too full.

Ji felt that he seemed to be really weightless in this college exam.

"Then what do I think, you look like ...... There is something on the mind. ”

"I'm just thinking ......"

Song paused for a moment, avoiding Ji's inquiring gaze.

"I'm just wondering if I can directly participate in the township exam this year if the hospital exam goes well."

“？？？” Ji Yi has a question mark on the door.

"Isn't the township test every three years? This year and next year should be none. ”

Song sighed, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Thanks to our wise man. Qin Tianjian divined the auspicious hexagram, indicating that there will be Kuang Shi Zhi The inner court hurriedly made an order, and there was this township test. ”

Ji Zhen didn't know what to say.

According to incomplete statistics, since the beginning of the year, there have been more than a dozen ministers who have been exiled here in Guanbei, all of whom have bluntly advised Long Yan to commit the crime.

Co-authored the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, there is no talent? Or doesn't have a talent to his heart?

Do you have to believe in the ethereal hexagrams and celestial aspects?

During the reign of the first emperor, there was indeed a precedent of "Enke", but it was all a celebration of the imperial court, or because of some other big happy event, like this time, it was so nondescript, it really made people unable to complain.

But it's a good thing for readers.

"Then the examination date for the township exam has been set?"

The township test has always been held in autumn and August, probably on August 9, 12 and 15, otherwise it would not be called "autumn plow".

Now there is a sudden plug, and the hospital test is slightly later than in previous years, and there is a conflict in time...... Unless the township test is also postponed, Song will not consider participating in this at all.

"You guessed it, it was postponed until the end of October."

At the end of October, it's really hard work......

Ji immediately remembered that there was one more question.