At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Zhuang Yun shook his head. After all, he was concerned about his identity and should not stay in one place for too long, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to this child.

He put his hands behind his back and left with Xie Yuheng's puzzled eyes.

After finishing a small pot of tea, the second paper exam questions were finally handed out.

Cloud: Le is only a gentleman, the father and mother of the people.

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows and touched his smooth chin. I am very curious as to who came up with the question.

It either disgusts the candidates or creates a pit for them.

‘Le is only a gentleman, the father and mother of the people. 'It's "There is a Taishan Mountain in the South" in Xiaoya, the Book of Songs. The beauty lies in the word "cloud" in front of it.

There is no "Yun" Book of Songs, but there is a "Yun" University, and it is the last chapter of the University.

It not only tests the candidate's carefulness, but also examines the candidate's overall knowledge of the university book.

Someone who was working on the spot suddenly felt his nose itching and sneezed loudly.

Zhuang Yun rubbed his sore nose and thought to himself: Could it be that he caught a cold last night and accidentally contracted the cold?

Xie Yuheng tapped the table, typed the first draft in his mind, and then looked at the next question.

A seven-character test poem with the title of Qingming Festival.

He could only count his breaths with his eyes closed, but Xie Yuheng's heart had already become a line of poetry. Just pick up the pen and write down the words directly on the paper, waiting for the final copy.

"The drizzle from the east wind drops the remaining mud, and the mountains and rivers are covered with flowers and lush grass. Where is the melancholy Qingming Festival? Partridges crow in the fragrant trees at sunset."

He nodded lightly with satisfaction, then turned back to do the sinkhole problem.

From this, the main concepts of Ping Tianxia in governing its country are unfolded, and the five major elements are combined and discussed in detail.

At the end of the story, virtue is the foundation of wealth, and the benevolent person uses wealth to make his body rich, while the unkind person ends with wealth.

......

Several handsome young men were walking on the streets of Linyuan holding oil-paper umbrellas, each sharing their opinions on the trial.

"what--"

"Isn't it the Book of Songs? Then my title is full of red crosses."

Xie Mingcheng wailed and drooped his head, as if his soul had been extracted. I feel uncomfortable and want to cry.

On the answer sheet, circles are the best, triangles are second, squares are third, and crosses...are duck eggs.

Take the palace examination as an example. If you make more than two crosses, you can only be ranked as a top three scholar, and if you have two or less, you can be ranked as a second class scholar.

As for the battle between one and two, the winner will be determined by the number of red circles.

Xie Yuheng took a small bite of the Ai Tuan in his hand, and the candidate who was cheated was actually next to me... He was still the second brother.

There was the sound of wheels rolling behind me, and it happened that the street here was narrow.

On the side of the street, some space was occupied by vendors' stalls, so everyone had to stop and let the carriage go first.

Xie Zhuqing comforted him: "It doesn't matter, you are not the only one who wants to go off topic."

Xie Mingcheng had a sad face and was not comforted. Tucao said: "Which black-hearted academic and political student came up with the test questions."

The black-hearted academic administration lowered the inner car curtain, huh! The spring scenery in Linyuan is really beautiful.

Someone leisurely crosses his legs, and the examinee is in pain, and he is happy. Sure enough, people's happiness is based on the pain of others.

After taking the exam for two more days, the government exam was finally over.

The exam questions in the next two days are the same as always. The questions lead the candidates into a trap, and it seems that I will lose if I don't trap them to death.

Xie Yuheng played with the white pieces, waiting for Xie Mingcheng to make his move.

I tilted my head slightly, there was a drizzle outside the window, and begonia flowers were blooming on the branches.

Two people wearing raincoats and holding oil-paper umbrellas were coming this way.

Xie Yuheng looked at his second brother who was still scratching his head and thinking hard, and said with a smile: "How about we stop here today?"

"Okay, okay, let's fight again tomorrow."

Xie Mingcheng happily threw the black pieces back into the chess box. Anyway, if he played a hundred times, the outcome would still be the same.

"When will you become like a brother?"

Qian placed the oil-paper umbrella outside the house, took off his raincoat and walked into the hall.

Xie Yuheng's eyes were filled with a smile, and he picked up Bai Zi into the box.

Xie Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward happily. Said: "Mom, why are you here? Are dad, uncle, aunt, and grandma here?"

As he spoke, he looked outside and saw a strange young man standing under the eaves. There was no one else.

Qian took out a letter and handed it to Xie Yuheng, saying:

"Ever since you achieved good rankings in the county examination, students have reduced the bluestone road of Xie's Academy to the point where no grass grows in the cracks."

Thinking about it, Mrs. Liu went from worrying about the college not being able to make ends meet, to worrying about the college not being able to accommodate students.

Xie Yuheng couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Thank you for making this trip, Auntie."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Qian waved his hand and continued:

"You and I have to go to Yuzhao Hall in Laiyuan to do the accounting. It's hard work. Just read the letter. I have something to do at Yuzhao Hall first."

After saying this, he carried Xie Mingcheng out of the house with him.

Xie Yuheng shook his head helplessly. His aunt's temperament was somewhat similar to Feng Lazi's.

When I read the letter, it was my mother's handwriting. Presumably, as the head of the mountain, my father must have been so busy that he hit his feet on the back of his head.

More than half of the papers are filled with my mother's concern and longing.

Seeing that Xie Yuheng felt soft in his heart, there were only a few lines of small words until the end.

The Chi family will pay one hundred thousand taels of silver, and your majesty will give him a scholar as a gift. He is said to be both civil and military, and it will be up to Heng Heng to decide whether to stay or leave.

Xie Yuheng then took the letter and walked towards the door. The second brother was so stunned just now that he must be outside the house.

"I've seen Ting Hou." Hearing the footsteps, the young man turned around and saluted.

Xie Yuheng looked at the boy. He was about eleven or twelve years old, about the same age as his second brother.

He asked aloud: "Do you have a name?"

"Please give me your name, Marquis Ting." The young man bowed again. This was the meaning that existed before, but now it is no longer there.

Xie Yuheng put one hand on the door frame and had a headache. She was not good at naming things.

Hmm...it seems tacky to attract wealth. If you want to make money, the Xu Lu family's dog will be called this name.

At some point, Xie Mingli stood at the gate of the courtyard dressed in green clothes and holding an umbrella, as if he had read through his sister's thoughts.

He said warmly: "If Yu Heng doesn't dislike it, how about I pick a few and you pick them." This can be regarded as the name chosen by Yu Heng himself.

A piece of crabapple petal fell in the wind and fell on the paper. Xie Yuheng skipped the names one by one with his fingers.

Finally, it falls on the word "Rong Shi".

"It's time to come back. Let's talk happily."

The boy in red turned around and his eyes fell on the young man. Said: "Just call me Rong Shi."

A few days later, Rong Shi handed over the deposit of one thousand taels in silver notes to the owner of the house, and later went to the Yamen to replace the title deed, and then paid the remaining three thousand taels.

Qian looked at the scenery in the garden and said with a click of his tongue: "Such a courtyard costs four thousand taels."

Xie Yuheng ran his fingers over the fine carvings on the pillar and said with a smile: "Linyuan is the seat of Jingzhou, so it is naturally more expensive."

"Four thousand taels are thanks to Mr. Qi, who can only buy it through his connections with this local big family." He said and thanked Qi Yanzhou.

The location is excellent, the decoration is exquisite, and all the furniture is available.

You can live there by yourself, or you can keep it as a place for students from Qinghe Village to take the imperial examination. Even if it is two years later, you can still make a profit by selling it.

It was only because the owner's business in Yangzhou went wrong and he was short of money that he rushed to take action.

There is no insider connection at all, it has been bought by a wealthy local businessman long ago.