The Ming Dynasty started with caution

In the capital city, a line of egrets flew over the busy streets, the carps in the moat made ripples, and the morning light reflected the green tiles and red roofs of the imperial palace in a golden glow.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous courtyard in the northwest corner of the capital, a servant in a black hat and brown clothes was cleaning the courtyard with a broom, humming something like a crooked poem.

Just as Yan Kesong was about to enter the palace for duty, he stopped when he heard his servant humming this weird little tune: "What bastard poem? Who taught you that?"

The servant in black hat and brown clothes was so frightened that he was about to cry. He knelt down tremblingly and said, "Return to... what I said to the master, it was the young master who taught me."

The middle face in the Chinese character, Yan Kesong, has a sharp and handsome face, and his brows are furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan". After a closer look, his old face turned red.

Thinking of this precious only son, my heart is half happy and half sad.

This year is already the year of the Provincial Examination. We should work hard at the same time. How can we not do our job properly and fall short of the results?

"Master, are you up?"

"We've been up since nine o'clock. The young master said that every inch of time means every inch of gold. If you have money, you don't need thunder and lightning, so the little ones don't dare to sleep too much." The servant looked particularly energetic.

Listening, Yan Kesong frowned slightly.

Since a year ago, my son has been leading his servants to run circles in the yard early in the morning. The weather has come and gone all year round. What kind of terrifying perseverance is this?

Yan Kesong sighed sadly: "If Cheng Jin could use this perseverance in learning, alas..." he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

When we arrived in the backyard, the sound of loud and brisk recitation came. The heroic artistic conception in the voice seemed to be able to bring people in. It was the debate between Cao GUI in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Is this kid studying?

He suddenly became energetic. He was a Jinshi after all, and he didn't dare to say that he could study heaven and man through learning, but he could give some pointers in the provincial examination...

This is an old father's wish for his son to succeed.

In the backyard, a wing opens to the south, and a scholar sits alone in front of his desk, like a monk chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

"Read it carefully." Yan Kesong's face glowed red, and the kindness on his face became more intense.

"Cheng Jin, my father was about to tell you about Qiu Wei, but I didn't expect you to be so self-conscious. How confident are you about Qiu Wei this year?"

The handsome-looking scholar stood up, bowed to him, and said with a sense of shame, "I'm 90% sure of my son."

Yan Kesong beamed with joy and said: "Okay, okay! But remember, don't be arrogant and complacent. Even if you have a 90% chance of winning, you must study diligently and stop spending time writing such crooked poems."

"Don't worry, dad. My son will study hard for three more years and he will take the imperial examination with a 100% chance."

Um?

I ask you to study diligently, but I don’t ask you to study for another three years!

"Son, ninety percent...that's enough, that's enough!"

"My father's words are wrong. One change can give birth to thousands of things, and thousands of things can give birth to thousands more. It can make your son lose his reputation. You must be on guard." The scholar said.

Yan Kesong's blood surged up, and he almost burst out red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"How would you know if you don't take the exam! If you fail the re-examination, why are you... why are you so timid!" Yan Kesong was so angry that he raised and put his hands up, but he still waited until the exam was over before typing.

The scholar said unhurriedly: "Father, please don't be angry. Let your son tell you slowly. Even though the son is now 90% sure, he still misses 10%. This 10% is right..."

Only a muffled sound was heard, as if something was stuck in Yan Kesong's throat and he couldn't cough it out.

The scholar looked up, quickly took a step back, and held his breath: "Dad has tuberculosis..."

"Who said I had tuberculosis! It's not... it's not tuberculosis." Yan Kesong almost died of anger, his Adam's apple moved, and then he waved his hands and said: "No... it's okay, dad just suddenly felt out of breath, there's no need to worry."

The scholar then relaxed his vigilance: "It's okay if nothing happens. Even a small cold can kill people. Dad must not ignore it. Tomorrow, dad and his son will strengthen their bodies together?"

Yan Kesong pretended to be stern and showed the majesty of an old father: "Don't interrupt me. As a father, I have to go back to the palace to be on duty. The matter of the examination has been decided. Only after taking the test will you know the depth. This year's provincial examination, you have to go!"

The imperial examination is related to the prosperity of the family. As long as he is a normal father, he will not let his son do whatever he wants. Yan Chengjin can understand.

"Dad, wait a minute!"

When Yan Kesong looked at him again, his eyes suddenly became gentle and said: "My father has made the decision on this matter. Just let go and take the exam. My father will teach you, so you don't need to worry."

"Son, I have another matter to discuss with dad.

My father is a civil servant of the Hanlin Academy. He is so honest and dedicated to the public affairs. He only relies on a small salary and has no other income in the family. This is not a long-term solution.

Once he becomes an official, Yan's family will be ruined.

While you are still young, your son has found a side job for you. In this way, even if you become an official and return this house, our father and son can still make a living with a craft. "

The Yan family is almost eating bran-pharyngeal vegetables.

Yan Kesong, who was more than five feet tall and in his prime, was so angry that his beard was trembling: "Bastard! Because of you, since your mother passed away, your father has not continued his marriage, and even... he has not even been exposed to the slightest bit of meat for many years!

You actually... you actually think your father is embarrassing you... Thank you for being able to say so! "Yan Kesong unconsciously covered his chest.

Most scholars are aloof, but his father's fierce reaction was still within his expectations.

"Dad... we are running out of rice at home."

ah?

It turned out that he didn't dislike me. Yan Kesong's face suddenly became stunned, and his heart suddenly stopped hurting.

Yan Chengjin shook his head lightly, alas, my father didn't have any awareness of being prepared for danger in times of peace.

It's a pity that Hai Rui was not born yet, otherwise he would definitely tell the story of Hai Rui's retirement and return home.

In the Ming Dynasty, many officials retired and received retirement money, and then stopped receiving salaries.

In history, there are countless officials who were miserable in their later years. Hai Rui was just lucky and became an honorary representative.

Yan Chengjin certainly didn't want such a thing to happen to his father, otherwise he would have no one to rely on.

"A daughter doesn't despise her father's poverty, and a son doesn't despise his mother's ugliness. My father is upright and gave birth to me with a handsome appearance. How could my son despise you? I want you to write a book."

Seeing that his father was a little proud, Yan Chengjin hurriedly continued.

"Even if you spend your whole life in the Hanlin Academy, a hundred years later, you will only be a clerk who records the daily life of His Majesty, and no one will remember you.

If you leave behind a masterpiece like Taishigong, you will be famous for centuries, and gain both fame and fortune... Ahem, why not do it if you want to be famous for centuries?"

Merchants pursue profits, and literati love fame.

If you lure them with desire, they will bite the hook.

Yan Kesong was a little tempted, and his dry Adam's apple moved. He subconsciously said: "Father also wants to do something, but...Father doesn't know where to start for a while."

Yan Chengjin hurriedly took out the manuscript that he had sorted out for half a month: "Dad, this is what I got in my dream. I just think it's wonderful. Unfortunately, my son's writing skills are not good enough, so I can only write down the general outline."

Yan Kesong took the manuscript and quickly glanced at it. His face was as changeable as the thunderclouds in the sky.

Dream Tower?

After seeing the content above, he just wanted to curse loudly after a moment: "Asshole! You let your father write these things, you... you... evil beast!" After that, he threw the manuscript away and walked away with a blushing face.

"Hey?" Yan Chengjin could only say: "Dad... be careful on the road, there are always fast horses galloping on the Jingdao Road leading to the Forbidden City, and pedestrians are often killed. Keep to the right and don't cross the road..."

Yan Kesong slipped and almost fell to death in front of him.

Yan Chengjin sighed lightly. No one knew that he was actually a glorious time traveler. He traveled to the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty was the era when novels emerged. Xiaozong was quite tolerant of various cultures. In fact, the Hongzhi Dynasty was the transitional period of the Ming Dynasty culture.