Rebirth: From being expelled from the imperial court to becoming a high-ranking official

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of July and the day of the college entrance examination was approaching.

This year's college entrance examination is scheduled for the sixth day of August. The examination venue is set at Xu Ning Mansion, which can be reached in less than a day by ox cart.

However, due to the large number of students taking the exam, it is very difficult to book an inn near the examination center, so it is best to set off early so that you can stay somewhere closer to the examination center.

Qin Yunhe said goodbye to his teacher and planned to go home to prepare the items needed for the college entrance examination. Several of Qin Yunhe's cousins ​​were scholars and also wanted to take part in the annual examination, so they had already made an appointment to go together.

For the past few months, Mr. Gu has been observing Qin Yunhe's performance. He believes that as long as his disciple takes the exam, he will definitely pass, so he is very relieved and even can't help teasing his disciple.

"You must do well in the exam. If you pass the first place, I will give you something good. If you pass the second place, I will also give you something small. If you pass the fourth, fifth or last place, don't blame me for waiting for you with a ruler."

Qin Yunhe knew that the teacher was teasing him. He was very confident that he could pass the exam, but he still pretended to be afraid and said, "If I get a last place, I won't dare to come here."

When he heard that he would not come because of poor test scores, Mr. Gu waved his ruler and said, "If you dare not come, I will go to your house and beat you."

The teacher and the student joked and then laughed at each other.

"Mom, I'm back." Qin Yunhe said as soon as he entered the door.

His mother was packing something in a basket. When she heard the shout, she looked up and said happily, "You're back! Hurry up! Your eldest brother just brought some sweet potatoes. I'll steam them for you later."

Qin Yunhe didn't know the farming season, but he didn't expect that the sweet potatoes would be ripe.

"It's done. I thought it would be a little later."

The sweet potatoes in the basket are all big and well-proportioned and look good.

"How's the harvest, big brother? It looks good, and the plants are really big."

"Your elder brother must have picked the best ones to send over, but he said the harvest was pretty good. I just don't know if it's good to store, whether to keep it for yourself or sell it."

"It's easy to store. I remember hearing someone say that we can just dig a cellar and put it in there. It can be stored for a long time."

Mother Qin looked unconvinced: "Where did you hear this? Do you know anyone who knows this?"

It's really no wonder that Qin's mother was suspicious. The fact is that the scholars that Qin Yunhe got along well with were all ignorant of the different types of grains, and none of them seemed to know how to store sweet potatoes.

Of course, Qin Yunhe didn't hear it from any good friend, but he knew it from his experiences in his previous life.

Because sweet potatoes will be planted in large quantities in a few years and the yield will greatly increase, people will naturally start to consider how to store them.

During the years when Qin Yunhe was in poverty and depression, his eldest brother would occasionally have people send him some food, sometimes rice and sometimes wheat.

One year, after they planted sweet potatoes, they started sending them to him. He ate the sweet potatoes for several months in a row. After the winter, they finally sent him some rice.

Qin Yunhe thought that his eldest brother's sweet potatoes had been harvested, and Chen Er's family should have harvested them as well. He wondered how the harvest was.

"Is Fourth Brother home? I'll go talk to him about preparing for the annual exam and see how he arranges it."

"Your fourth brother is not at home. He went to the fields to harvest peanuts today."

Qin Yun was ashamed. It turned out that the peanuts also had to be harvested.

"Then I'll go help in the fields."

Although Qin Yunhe would not be asked to go to the fields normally, he took the initiative to offer to help, and Qin's mother did not stop him.

From a distance, Qin Yunhe saw his brother holding a hoe and digging in the ground. With each dig, a cluster of peanuts with vines appeared. His sister-in-law was behind him, picking up the clusters of peanut vines, shaking off the dirt and stacking them aside.

Qin Yunhe quickly ran over to help pick it up.

Lianhua was surprised to see Qin Yunhe suddenly running over and asked, "Why are you back? When did you come back?"

"I just got back. Isn't it time for the college entrance examination?"

Qin Si heard the voice behind him and stopped what he was doing and looked back: "Awen is back, I almost forgot that the annual exam is coming up soon."

Qin Si is indeed too busy and has little time to study.

If I didn't know that my brother always ranked first or second in the annual examinations in his previous life, I would have been worried about him when I heard him say that.

Many scholars were terribly worried when they heard about the annual examinations and tried all kinds of ways to avoid them. But despite his brother being so busy after the examinations, he never failed to get a grade lower than second place in the annual examinations.

Later, he even became the first juren in the area in decades.

Qin Yunhe always felt that his brother was the real genius, but his brother did not think he had talent.

"Brother, what you said is really infuriating. Others are terribly afraid of the annual exam, but you didn't take it seriously at all and actually forgot about it."

"Haha, I forgot about it because I'm busy with farming recently. Of course I prepared well before that."

Several people were talking and laughing while working. During this time, the eldest and second brothers brought some older nephews to help.

I worked on it until the evening before finally finishing it.

After collecting the last pile, Qin Yunhe felt like his waist was about to break, but his fourth brother had been digging for the whole afternoon and didn't seem to be very tired.

Qin Yunhe was so tired that he lay down on the picked peanut vines. He could only get up reluctantly when his elder brother came with a bullock cart to pull the last pile.

The eldest brother drove the ox cart in front, and Qin Yunhe and others followed behind - the cart was too full and no one could sit on it.

When they were about to enter the village, Qin Yunhe heard Qin Chong talking to someone in front.

"Chen Er, have you finished harvesting the sweet potatoes?"

"Brother Chong, I have dug it out. All that's left is to transport it back home."

"How long will it take you to finish this? This is my last load. I'll lend you the ox cart when I get you home."

"That's great! I was worried that I wouldn't be able to finish transporting it by night and someone would steal it."

When Qin Yunhe heard the conversation, he quickly walked to the front of the ox cart, only to see Chen Er carrying two baskets full of sweet potatoes on a shoulder pole, walking at a fast speed.

"Chen Er, have you harvested the sweet potatoes?"

Chen Er was a little surprised: "Hey, Awen, you're back?"

"Well, the college entrance examination is in August, so I came back to prepare. How's your sweet potato harvest?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Er scratched his head.

Qin Yunhe took a look and found that there were many smaller ones than larger ones, which didn't seem very good.

After returning home and unloading the peanuts, Qin Yunhe wanted to go with Chen Er to help him transport the sweet potatoes.

Chen Er scratched his head and said, "Ah Wen, you don't have to go. I don't plant much, and I will be done in a while."

"It's almost dark now. How long will it take you to finish this by yourself? It will be faster if you have someone else. Let's go without delay."

Chen Er was grateful and without saying anything else, he drove towards the sweet potato field.

When they arrived at the field and saw the sweet potatoes that Chen Er had already dug and piled up, they were indeed much worse than the ones Qin Chong had given.

Chen Er should know this himself, so he asked, "Do you think my sweet potatoes are not as good as Brother Chong's?"

"It seems to be slightly smaller. It's almost the same land, why?"

"Who knows, maybe my land is not good enough? Never mind, it's just the first year of planting. I'll ask Brother Chong later and try again next year."