The rise of the poor

Chapter 88

The county examination, which lasted for more than ten days, finally came to an end. In this most basic examination, most of the students and scholars failed, and only 1000 of the more than 150 students and scholars passed in the end.

From the first to the last, Zhu Ping'an was ranked in the top rankings.

I still remember the uncle Zhu Shouren and others were stunned when the last ranking was released. If all three of the fellow villagers also passed the county test, they would have gone to the county magistrate.Even so, several people still shouted that the county honor was unfair, why they were only on the second list after reading poetry and books, but Zhu Ping'an, a foodie who was bitten by snakes and heard birds, was on the top list.

After the county test released the list, all the students and scholars who stayed in the inn were students and scholars from the high school list. There was no deer feast in the county test, so these people celebrated in the inn themselves.There is poetry and wine in the inn, and the students and scholars are free to sing and drink, just like we once finished the college entrance examination.

Uncle Zhu Shouren and a few people from the same village were sitting at a table, congratulating the three of them for passing the county exam, having a hard time, and discussing their departure to the prefecture and county tomorrow with a bit of drunkenness.

Zhu Ping'an sat alone on the table by the window in the lobby, and was vaguely rejected by the crowd. No one in the lobby thought that Zhu Ping'an's talent could pass the county exam.

Probably this is the light of the literati.

The government test was held in April, and it is now the end of February. With the time on the road, there is no time to go home.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but miss his family at this moment, his dull father, his stubborn mother, his simple and honest elder brother, and even the hero of the family - the big black cow.

The inn was filled with the smell of wine, and the students and scholars who used to care about their image in the past no longer care about the image or image, and they all strove to drink with their tongues and sleeves up.

"Come, come, our top talent, drink this cup together."

A wandering fellow came over with a jug of wine and poured a glass of wine for Zhu Ping'an involuntarily.

Zhu Ping'an raised his head and glanced at him. Before he could say anything, the man continued with a big tongue:
"If you don't drink this glass of wine, you look down on me."

Why should I look up to you? Zhu Ping'an really wanted to say something like that, but he couldn't say it out loud, and a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him.

No matter how tricky you are, it's useless in front of this group of people who drink too much.

Uncle Zhu Shouren and other villagers also came over with wine glasses, looking at them.

Just
Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drank it all at once. Although he could spit the wine into his sleeves while wiping his mouth, he was reluctant to think that this robe was sewn by his mother Chen's stitches.

The mountain temple is helpless, forget it here, it's just a big drunk.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an had finished drinking, the other onlookers gathered around like wild wolves smelling blood.Basically, it was just jealousy and revenge. Everyone wanted to get Zhu Ping'an drunk and let him make a big fool.

Don't say that the Ming Dynasty's fermented wine has a low alcohol content, and it's still too much for so many people to drink it cup by cup. Besides, this body is only 13 years old now, so it can't drink much wine.

Zhu Ping'an is not a good-faced person either. When the crowd came down, Zhu Ping'an felt that his head was stuffy. In order to avoid being poured into a puddle of mud, he simply lay on the table and pretended to be drunk.

"Stop here."

“The amount of alcohol is so small”

"Not fit to be a boy"

The fellow students and scholars insulted Zhu Ping'an, who was lying on the table, and then left in dismay.

Effectively imitating the ancients, open your belly and say that you are drying books;

There are also those with big tongues, brazenly boasting that they alone account for one-third of the world's talents;

There are even some people who seem to have won the champion, giving some testimonials, everything is taught by His Majesty and so on.
Of course, it is also indispensable to tell the truth after drinking, mumbling that the county magistrate has no eyes, and ordered a foodie who was bitten by snakes and heard birds to make a list, but he didn't know his full knowledge, confused, really confused

The owner of the inn and the buddies are worried about these students who are drunk and crazy. All of them have passed the county test. Who knows that in the future, those who will be in the middle of the school will not dare to scan these people. Xing, had no choice but to watch them go crazy with alcohol, drunk on the table and underground.

"Have a bucket of hot water ready."

A sound came, which shocked the worried boss and buddy.

Isn't that the young man who was drunk by everyone from the beginning? How come it's like nothing else, and even dozens of pennies are left on the table.

The prefectural city is not the same county seat. From Huaining County to Anqing Prefecture, it takes two counties to reach it. Early the next morning, the uncle Zhu Shouren and others hired two carriages to set off.

Before leaving, the uncle went to Zhu Ping'an's firewood house, but he just stood at the door and did not enter, for fear that the firewood house would darken his luck for the exam.

"She'er, the luggage is ready, we are about to leave." Uncle Zhu Shouren asked, standing at the door.

"Uncle Lao, please wait a moment." Zhu Ping'an answered while packing his things, "Uncle, please come in for some tea."

Uncle Zhu Shouren naturally refused, just kidding, how can he enter the firewood room as cannon fodder.

"She'er, we need to co-finance the cost of the carriage this time. The journey is long, and each person needs half a tael of silver." Uncle Zhu Shouren waited for Zhu Ping'an to come out and said.

Zhu Ping'an was carrying his luggage. Hearing this, he glanced at his uncle Zhu Shouren, and asked quietly, "I heard what the uncle and all the uncles and brothers said yesterday. They said that they were bargaining with the driver, and the wife could be cheaper by a hundred cents. You must have heard it wrong."

Uncle Zhu Shouren seemed to wake up from a hangover at this time, and he sighed: "Uncle had a hangover yesterday, so I forgot about it."

The uncle wasn't embarrassed at all, he was magnanimous.

Naturally, Zhu Ping'an didn't know what to say. Four hundred pennies had already been prepared and handed over to the uncle. He expressed his gratitude to the uncle for his hard work in preparing the carriage.

The seven people were squeezed into two carriages, which was not too crowded, but the journey was too boring. The carriages were small, and the voices of the uncle and others were heard along the way.

The carriage stopped and went, the uncle and the others saw that the mountains, rivers and rivers were full of poetry, and then they got off the carriage and wrote a few poems that sounded incompetent. Everyone praised each other for a few sentences, which was a lot of time. .

Hurrying during the day, staying at night, or staying at an inn, temple or farmhouse, although there were some twists and turns during the period, it was not a big deal. I stopped and walked for five days and finally arrived at Anqing Mansion.

(End of this chapter)