At this time, Hu Er stole the key from his father, Mr. Hu, and brought up a jar of tribute rice wine given by the emperor.

We also offer excellent snacks such as bamboo chicken, bream, and deer breast.

Compared with the delicacies that Hu Er brought from the stove room, the readers at the door of Prime Minister Zuo's residence are the real good dishes to accompany the wine.

After so many days, Hu Hanshan has never been in such a happy mood as he is now, and hurriedly poured a bowl of rice wine: "Brother Xian, come, let's go." ”

Liu Wentai has been stunned since he came up, and he really doesn't understand how Hu Hanshan can be so happy.

It's as if the scholars from the test halls from all over the country did not come to criticize Hu Hanshan's rebellion, but came to congratulate him on hand-picking the first place in the palace examination.

At the door, he was ready to roll call Hu Hanshan, and by the way, he asked for some reward.

However, Liu Wentai saw that he had no intention of committing suicide by hanging the beam, so he was relieved a lot and accompanied Hu Hanshan to drink.

Hu Hanshan sat in the pavilion and could see the readers in the various test halls in front of the two town houses, but the readers who were loudly criticizing could not see the culprit through a bamboo curtain.

The people in the trial hall criticized for a long time, their mouths were dry, and they couldn't help but want to drink water, but they didn't see Hu Hanshan coming out of the official residence of Prime Minister Zuo.

There was no discouragement, but it was like winning a battle, both the excitement of personally participating in the event, and the joy of scolding the high and high prime minister who didn't dare to go out.

"It's coming, it's coming, everyone hurry up and get out of the way."

In order to integrate into Jinling, the readers of the Jiliao Trial Hall took the initiative to take on an important task and bought three truckloads of manure water from the dung section of Zhongcheng.

When the readers of the test hall won the first criticism, they hurriedly pushed the dung truck and rushed over.

Over the years, the students in various test halls have criticized corrupt officials and corrupt officials, because a student who is not yet a person has made such a big noise, and Hu Hanshan is the first one in these years.

According to the previous rules, after the attack, it is necessary to decide whether to splash fecal water according to the severity of the other party.

Hu Hanshan's behavior of humiliating Song Lian of the Heavenly Sect has been so bad that it is a great rebellion, and it is light to pour fecal water on his house.

The scholars of the Jiliao Trial Hall endured the stench, lifted the dung water on the dung truck, and threw it the wall of blue bricks and green tiles.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

One by one, the dung buckets smashed on the blue brick wall of Prime Minister Zuo's official residence, making the most prosperous family in Jinling much dirtier than Dongyuan.

"Good! Good! ”

"Although Jiliao is a remote bitter cold land, I didn't expect Jiliao to be so windy."

"That's right, Jiliao scholars should be a model for scholars north of Lianghuai."

Over the years, the readers of the Jiliao Trial Hall have often been squeezed out by the readers in rich places such as Lianghuai in eastern Zhejiang, thinking that they are ringing horses who cannot read the books of sages.

This ringing horse is not used to scold real robbers and bandits in the mouth of the reader, but is a contempt for the Jiliao people.

I didn't expect to criticize Hu Hanshan together today, but I was recognized and worked harder.

Wenren of the East Zhejiang Trial Hall walked to Jiliao Wenren and whispered: "Next year's Qiqiao Festival, you can come to participate in the poetry meeting of the East Zhejiang Trial Hall." ”

Hearing this, the people in the Jiliao Trial Hall were obviously stunned, and soon showed a look of joy, and hurriedly gave up their hands: "Thank you Brother Xian for your promotion, I and other Jiliao scholars must remember this kindness." ”

In today's Ming Dynasty, the military attache is dominated by the Huaixi Xungui family, and the civil minister is the civil official of eastern Zhejiang.

As long as they can climb the high branches of the Zhedong Test Hall, the readers of the Jiliao Test Hall will have a way out.

The Jiliao Trial Hall was overjoyed when he heard this, and he paid out of his own pocket and hurriedly went to the dung section in Midtown to buy a few more truckloads of manure water.

By the time all the dung water was splashed, the entire Prime Minister Zuo's official residence had become an unsmelling east.

Liao Shirong had already come with his fellow disciples, and when he saw this scene, he not only frowned: "It's a bit too much to splash dung." ”

Xing Liuke knew that Liao Shirong hadn't seen much criticism from the Shilin literary world, and said disapprerovingly: "This is the beginning, and after half a pillar of incense, the real Kunqu Opera will appear." ”

The dignified Prime Minister's mansion was splashed with feces, which was enough to be excessive, and Liao Shirong couldn't think of anything more than this.

Hu Hanshan, who was sitting on the third floor of the library and drinking, was far away, and he couldn't smell the foul-smelling feces, but he also knew what the readers in the trial hall had done.

Liu Wentai, who was accompanying him, had always had great worries, and his eyes did not take off Hu Hanshan for a moment.

Worried that Hu Hanshan had suffered such a great humiliation, he couldn't think of jumping off the carved railing of the pavilion for a while.

In order to avoid this happening, Liu Wentai also specially instructed Hu Er to arrange for several long entourages to guard at the door of the library with satin and ear pattern mattresses.

If Hu Hanshan couldn't think of it, he quickly caught it with a satin and ear pattern mattress.

What Liu Wentai couldn't have imagined was that Hu Hanshan was still unsatisfied: "I've been waiting for a long time, that's it?" ”

"A reader is a reader in the end, and even scolding is so weak and powerless."

Not to mention being the eldest son of the dignified Prime Minister Zuo, even the poor people will rush over angrily and punch him when they see someone spitting at the door of their home.

Hu Hanshan is good, the students in the test hall have poured feces on the wall of his house, and they shook their heads and felt that it was not enough.

Weird.

Is this still the hardest-boned Huaixi Xungui.

Liu Wentai was really puzzled, and he couldn't figure it out, so he could only drink a few more bowls of tribute wine to suppress the confusion in his heart.

The next scene made Liu Wentai, an outsider, stand up angrily.

After splashing all the feces and water, the readers of the Jiliao Test Hall were ready to go home.

But he saw a few carts of things, and Rao saw these carts of things because of the audacity of Jiliao scholars who often rode horses to hunt in Liaodong.

I couldn't help but look at each other.

There is only one thought in my heart, I must not offend the scholars of Nan Zhili in the future, and it is wilted and insidious to the point of unimaginable.

Those cars were loaded with nothing else, all of them were paper figures burned for the dead.

When Liao Shirong saw it, he was really shocked, and quickly stopped: "No, it's too much to burn paper money." ”

Xing Liuke grabbed the henchmen of the same sect who was about to walk over: "Shirong don't be in a hurry, he won't really burn paper money in front of Prime Minister Zuo, just scare Hu Hanshan." ”

"As long as Hu Hanshan walks out of the official residence and accepts the criticism of the students in the examination hall, these truckloads of things will be transported back to the coffin shop."

Even if it's not really burned, pulling the money paper figure to someone else's door in broad daylight is too amazing.

Liao Shirong still wanted to stop it, but seeing that his teacher's protégés and old people were all optimistic about Kunqu Opera, he could only sigh and mourn for Hu Hanshan.

"Good!"

"It's so well done."

"Hurry up and burn the paper man, otherwise you are the grandson of Young Master Ben."