Starting From Bandits, My Younger Brother Is More Than A Million

The interviewer's sentence "Is there any more?" directly confused Lin Siyuan.

He subconsciously asked, "Isn't that enough?"

He asks himself the mastery of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his poetry is unmatched by the younger generation in Kyoto.

Although what he said just now is humble, it doesn't mean that he really thinks that way in his heart.

So he was really puzzled by the interviewer's question.

But the people in the audience were not surprised at all.

They have seen Lin Siyuan a lot during this time.

Hearing Lin Siyuan's words, the interviewer frowned even deeper: "If you don't have other talents, you can go down."

As he spoke, the interviewer casually rubbed the form he had just filled out and threw it into the bamboo drop under his feet.

Seeing the attitude of the interviewer, Lin Siyuan couldn't help it anymore, and asked, "Don't you give me an explanation? Caomin asked himself why he humiliated me like this, since he is one of the most talented people in the capital.

Lin Siyuan decided not to pretend.

However, the interviewer remained calm, and just asked a question: "Can piano, chess, calligraphy and painting govern the country?"

Lin Siyuan wanted to speak after hearing this question, but he didn't know what to say.

Then the interviewer asked again: "Can poetry rule a country?"

Lin Siyuan was dumbfounded again.

The interviewer continued: "The reason why His Majesty set up the recruiting platform is to recruit talented people to rule the world for the imperial court. What you know is useless for governing the country. They are all small ways. Do you need me to explain it to you?"

Lin Siyuan at this moment was ashamed and angry. He was really not convinced that the things he was proud of in the past were belittled as low-spirited things today.

But due to the majesty of the new emperor, he didn't dare to really get angry. After holding back for a long time, he finally said a word: "A few days ago, why did Xiao Yiran of the Xiao family pass the examination of the recruiting platform?"

No one in the entire capital knows that Xiao Yiran is a playboy who hangs around the flowers all day. Either the common people look down on him, or ask him to write a doggerel, but he may not be able to do it. "

"Xiao Yiran from the Xiao family?" The interviewer showed doubts on his face.

There are too many people interviewing every day these days, how can he remember clearly.

But the colleague next to him reminded: "It's that little Fatty from the day before yesterday."

As soon as the word "little Fatty" was mentioned, the interviewer immediately understood who Lin Siyuan was talking about.

There is no way, although there are countless interviews these days, but there is only one person who is so fat and round, the impression is too deep, and I can't forget it at all.

After remembering who it was, the interviewer said directly: "The person you mentioned, although he doesn't understand poetry, and he doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but his accomplishments in arithmetic (ahcd) are even inferior to the doctors of the Imperial College. What do you compare him to? For your youth, I don’t care about the offense just now, so step down quickly, otherwise I will be impolite.

The interviewer made such a long sentence, and when he heard Lin Siyuan, there were only seven words left (what do you take and him.

These seven words kept circling in Lin Siyuan's mind.

Lin Siyuan never thought that not only did he not regain his face, but he lost all his face when he came here today.

It can be predicted that from now on, there will definitely be rumors in the capital that Lin Siyuan is not as good as Xiao Yiran.

Thinking of this, Lin Siyuan held his breath in his chest, unable to get out no matter what.

In the end, his face was swollen red, his eyes closed, and he passed out directly on the recruiting platform.

The people watching around were all happy.

"Hahaha, I fainted again."

"Is this the eighteenth?"

"No, it's the nineteenth one. I've been there since the first day the recruiting platform was set up, and I've been counting."

"The psychological endurance of these rich and powerful children is really bad."

"Isn't it?"

The common people all look like they don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

The soldiers of the city defense battalion guarding around the recruiting platform skillfully stepped onto the stage and carried Lin Siyuan down.

Then the interviewer continued to shout: "Next, B is thirty-seven."

At this time, a child's voice suddenly came from beside Lu Qi.

"Father, it's your turn, it's your turn."

Lu Qi looked back and saw a father and son standing beside him.

The father and son were dressed in sackcloth, with dark skin and rough hands. They looked like they were from poor people.

However, although there were many patches on their sackcloth, they were washed very clean.

And in the child's hand, he was hitting a wooden sign.

There are several numbers written on the wooden sign.

It is the thirty-seventh number of the second character.

Under the urging of his son, the father gritted his teeth, and tremblingly walked up to the recruiting platform.

But compared to the extraordinary Lin Siyuan just now, the father bent slightly at this moment, looking so humble.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people suddenly became curious.

The recruiting platform has been set up for more than a month, and everyone has seen all kinds of people, but this is still the first time they have appeared.

"This person should be a commoner, right?"

"Look at his hands, Tian is probably a farmer.

"Although His Majesty said that the recruiting platform does not ask about one's background and status, how much can a farmer do?"

"Just so, if he can do it, I can do it too."

The son heard people talking about his father, and immediately yelled loudly: "You are talking nonsense, my father is very powerful!"

Hearing such childish words, the surrounding people did not ridicule him as a child.

It actually doesn't have that many bad guys.

Instead, everyone laughed and said: "Hahaha, okay, your father is the most powerful, then let us see what your father is capable of!"

The child pouted dejectedly.

After the father came to the stage, the interviewers didn't show any disdain. These days, they were taught by Fang Xuanling and others to be very polite and sensible.

The ignorant ones have already been dismissed.

But in his eyes, he didn't feel that this father would really surprise them.

Just a routine question: "Name?"

Apparently the father had been watching the process for a while, knowing the process, he said cautiously: "My name is Shitou.

The interviewer froze for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly, he asked again: "What?"

This time, the father's voice was slightly louder: "My name is Shishi!"

The interviewer had a weird face, but he still wrote the word [stone] on the form, but he muttered softly: "Such a strange name, why isn't it called Shizi?"

Unexpectedly, Shi Shi heard his words and said honestly: "My son is called Mason."

After finishing speaking, he added: "My father's name is Shi Shan."

As soon as these words came out, let alone the interviewer, even Fang Xuanling was stunned.

But the people in the audience laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, this farmer is so interesting, and they didn't ask what your son and father's names are.

"After watching the play for so many days, today's play is the most interesting."

Forget about the people who laughed, and some even shouted towards the stage: "Hey, Shitou, come down quickly, don't be ashamed, you are making trouble for the adults by going up here.

There are quite a few people shouting similar words.

For a moment, the stone's face turned black and red.

There is already a retreat in my heart. .