How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

The burly student continued writing on the ground: "Seeing you are staring at me so intently, I can't bear to disturb you."

Xie Chengze: ...

Thank you so much for being so polite.

Eh? Wait?

Xie Chengze narrowed his eyes, and his evil thoughts came up again. He smiled and put his hand on the burly student's shoulder, saying to him in a friendly way, "Brother, we've known each other for so long, but I still don't know your name or where you're from?"

The burly student said: "Zhang Yuheng, from Yuzhou."

From Yuzhou?

Xie Chengze couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He had previously asked Zhu Xiaobiao to tell the people of Yizhou that Yugong moving the mountains was a folk myth from Yuzhou. But in fact, he had no idea whether there was such a story as Yugong moving the mountains in Yuzhou, nor did he know whether there were the Taihang and Wangwu mountains in Yuzhou.

Because he thought no one would care about this.

So he never expected that there would be people from Yuzhou among the students.

Zhang Yuheng seemed to see his embarrassment and wrote on the ground: "According to the Yuzhou Mountain Records, during the Xia and Yuan dynasties, the positions of the Taihang and Wangwu Mountains did shift over a long distance, causing countless casualties. Later, reporters attributed it to the largest earthquake, but I have never heard of the story of Yugong moving the mountains."

Xie Chengze laughed, "Ahahaha, really? I don't know, maybe this story was specially made up by Governor Liang in order to get the people to dig the mountain!"

Zhang Yuheng did not expose his lies. The Xia and Yuan dynasties were dynasties hundreds of years ago. How could a prefect of Yizhou know what happened in Yuzhou hundreds of years ago?

In particular, the book "Yuzhou Mountain Records" was privately collected by the magistrate of Nanyang County, Yuzhou. It recorded the changes in the mountains and rivers of Yuzhou during the dynasties. It can be said that the only people who know that Wangwu Mountain and Taihang Mountain have been moved are the magistrate of Nanyang County and himself.

Although it was not clear how Xie Chengze knew about it, Zhang Yuheng thought that since Xie Chengze knew so much about earthquakes at such a young age, he must have been taught by someone. Xie Chengze happened to be a merchant in Huaiyang County, Yuzhou, who had been doing business for generations. Huaiyang County is only 300 miles away from Nanyang County. Perhaps one of his ancestors had read the contents by chance.

Xie Chengze had no idea that the identity he had casually made up had already been justified by the person in front of him. At this moment, all he was thinking about was how to trick Zhang Yuheng into helping him refine saltpeter.

He rubbed his hands together and asked expectantly, "Brother Zhang, you see, I just helped you solve so many problems. I also happen to need a little help here. Can you help me solve it?"

Zhang Yuheng shook his head.

Xie Chengze, who had been confident at first, suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen, "Why! Didn't I teach you enough?"

Zhang Yuheng wrote on the ground: "My father said that people who smile like you are planning bad things and cannot be helped."

Xie Chengze: ...

Xie Chengze: o(▼皿▼メ;)o

"But I think you are a good person." Zhang Yuheng continued to write: "As long as it does not violate the law, I will do my best."

Xie Chengze immediately smiled again: Don't worry, brother, it's absolutely not against the law (＾w＾)~

……

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer.

Zhang Yuheng soon began to regret why he did not listen to his father.

"Do this and that, and then that and that." Not far away, Xie Chengze pinched his nose and fanned himself with a fan, loudly instructing Zhang Yuheng on how to extract saltpeter from feces.

He knew of two ways of extraction, one was the pottery jar boiling and filtering method, the other was the earthen wall infiltration method. Although both methods were unsightly, they were very simple to operate, so Xie Chengze asked Zhang Yuheng to try both methods.

Zhang Yuheng was feeling uncomfortable from the smoke, and took time out of his busy schedule to write on the ground: Brother Cheng, I hate you.

Xie Chengze shook his golden fan guiltily, "Brother Zhang, only by repaying kindness can this world be filled with love! Just hold on a little longer, and I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future."

Zhang Yuheng: ...I hope I can live to that time.

The villagers passing by saw them fiddling with the filth and came over curiously. After finding out that the work was simple, they immediately felt that it was a waste of resources and said angrily, "Oh my God! How can you do this!"

"Put it down quickly, let us do this kind of work." A villager took the dung shovel from Zhang Yuheng's hand and muttered, "You scholars' hands are not suitable for doing such dirty work! The autumn examination is coming soon, and the spring examination will come after the autumn examination. That is the big day for passing the imperial examination. You must study hard!"

For the villagers, this little thing was not a matter of elegance or ugliness. After all, it was common for them to carry manure and irrigate the fields when farming. But Zhang Yuheng and Xie Chengze were different. Zhang Yuheng was a student and was going to be an official in the future, while Xie Chengze was obviously the son of a wealthy family and had never done any housework, so he could not do such things.

"Yes, young master, you are so handsome, how can you be suitable for this job!" A villager looked at Xie Chengze's overly beautiful face and asked curiously, "How old are you this year? Are you married?"

Many village aunts came over after hearing this, and inquired about Xie Chengze's identity, who was in his family, whether he was married, whether he had a crush on someone, etc...

Xie Chengze was a little overwhelmed. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Shen Yuan out of the corner of his eye and quickly looked at him for help.

Shen Yuan was holding a red oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He took a look at the situation, turned around in his boots, and left decisively.

Xie Chengze:?

Mr. Shen, do you have a heart?

Shen Yuan's quickened pace seemed to be answering: Sorry, I don't have it.

Very good, very good... Xie Chengze laughed angrily. Since you are so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!

Xie Chengze immediately squeezed out of the crowd, strode after Shen Yuan, hugged his waist and shouted in a rhythmic voice, "Husband, you are here~Husband, are you here to take me home for dinner~"

Shen Yuan:!!!

All villagers: Oh~oh oh~!

Shen Yuan, who was being held, turned his head stiffly, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "Let go--"

“No!” Xie Chengze bared his teeth viciously, “If you stand aside and watch today, no one will beat the drum to defend you in the future! Every action has its consequences, and I will be your retribution!”

Shen Yuan:?

What nonsense is he talking about?

With a deep sigh, Shen Yuan pulled away Xie Chengze's arms that were around his waist, and under his unhappy look, he slowly opened the red oil-paper umbrella in his hand and stuffed it into his hand.

Then he picked up Xie Chengze with one hand, carried him on his right shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, your husband will take you home for dinner."

The tone was quite helpless, yet with a hint of indulgence.

The villagers once again: Oh~oh oh~!

Young people are passionate.

Ahhhhhh…Xie Chengze silently tilted the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to cover his red and embarrassed face.

Damn Shen Yuan! How could he carry him like this! Doesn't he have any dignity?

After walking far away, Shen Yuan put Xie Chengze down and asked casually, "Just now I took a quick look. What are Your Highness and Zhang Yuheng doing there?"

"Playing with shit." Xie Chengze unconsciously turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yuan looked at him with horror.