Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 305
Early the next morning, Song Nian sobered up, and before his family could ask him why he was so drunk, Wang Qi came over.

Then the two cousins ​​entered a room mysteriously and closed the door.

Don't say that Song Yun is confused, even Shen's is a little confused about her husband's behavior:
It stands to reason that the imperial examinations are all over, isn't it just waiting for the results, why are you so busy?
Even if there is something wrong with Xu Zhiqing, there is no need to hide it from his family, right?
In the room, Song Nian lifted the teapot to pour water for Wang Qi, and asked with a wry smile:
"Second brother, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Qi was silent for a while, and asked instead:

"What about you? Do you want to stay?"

No need for Song Nian to answer, Wang Qi understood everything by looking at his expression, and wanted to persuade him, but felt that his choice was not necessarily good, so why bother to persuade him?

The two brothers understood each other's choice and sat silently facing each other until Mrs. Shen knocked on the door to bring them tea, then Wang Qi hurriedly stood up, said goodbye and left.

Shen was at a loss, and wanted to ask, but seeing her husband's gloomy expression, she gave up.

Song Nian didn't mind talking about things outside with his family, but sometimes, he would inevitably want to keep some of them.For example, this time, he hasn't thought it through very clearly yet, so why should he tell people to worry about it?
During the meal, facing inquiries from his family, he just dismissed them with the news he heard.

Things outside did not stop because of Song Nian's worries, there were good and bad.

The bad ones are naturally because of the various turmoil caused by the war at the border.

The ordinary people don't have many channels to get the news, but they are more sensitive than anyone else to the possible changes in their lives. They still live their lives as usual, but they have started a new wave of grain storage.

The old lady Song was also a little jealous. No matter how the battle was fought, it was always right to stockpile food, and it was okay to resell it if it couldn't be eaten.

But before she took her grandchildren to carry the food, Song Nian stopped her:

"Mom, our family doesn't need to buy it, we have to go back after a while."

Mrs. Song was puzzled:
"What if you have to stay in the capital? With such a big family, you still have to bring Mrs. Li and the others, and the food from your hometown is not easy to transport, so you can't buy high-priced food then?"

Song Nian said with certainty:
"No need to buy it, we won't keep it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the family looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding how he said these words with such certainty.

Song Yun thought of Song Nian and Wang Qi who were drunk that day, and thought that Wang Shao's family had been buying food in the past few days, and he was not as persistent as Song Nian, so this is...

Could it be that the two of them already knew where they would be assigned to work in the future?
Not so much, right?

She didn't dare to ask.If this is true, will there be any illegal operations in it?
Although morality and law are often just tools for the ruling class to restrain the ruled, the higher the level, the less people care about such constraints.

But Song Yun still felt that his own abilities were not up to that point. Song Nian and the others just did this kind of behavior that might take advantage of loopholes, so he didn't want to ask more questions.

Song Yun controlled her curiosity, and at most observed Song Nian's usual mood to make sure that he didn't show a guilty conscience. At most, he was a little dull, and he was more or less relieved. It must not be serious.

Fortunately, the results of the palace examination came out fairly quickly, and no one had to wait for another month. It was only a dozen days since the exam was over, and Song Nian was notified to go face to face with the saint.

One morning in mid-May, Song Nian made some delicious food and drinks, and cleaned up cleanly. Afraid of sweating nervously, he deliberately sewed an extra layer of sweat-absorbing cloth under his armpits and back, and then put on the uniform of the imperial court. The issued Jinshi uniforms went out in the expectant eyes of the family members.

Compared with the restlessness and nervousness when going to the exam several times before, the tributes who lined up at the gate of the palace this time are much calmer. At this point, everyone is already at the top of the pyramid among their peers. I still care about the final ranking, but I still have more thoughts on enjoying today's scenery.

After Song Nian and the others went out, the Song family packed up happily.

Today is not only a day for Song Nian and the others to participate in the "Ceremony of Chuanlu", but also a day for family members of Jinshi, wealthy businessmen who have caught their sons-in-law under the list, and ordinary people who join in the fun, can go outside Chang'an Gate and wait for the gold list to be announced.

The gold list is actually a list that uses yellow paper to transcribe the ranks of the imperial examination, stamped with the emperor's great seal, and then sent by the officials of the Ministry of Rites to hang high on the outer wall of Chang'an Gate.

This is the origin of the gold list title.

The previous few times the rankings were published, because they were not sure whether Song Nian would be able to pass the exam, and they were afraid that Mrs. Song would feel unwell under the joy and sorrow, so the family didn't go to see it, and just waited for the news to come back.

This time is different, the whole family traveled all the way to the capital, and worked hard for Song Nian's scientific research. If the ultimate glory cannot be shared, the joy will inevitably be compromised.

What's more, they not only want to see the announcement of the list, but also go to watch Song Nianyou Street where Xinke Scholars passed by for a while.

The place was also booked before, because the booking was not early enough, and the family did not have many connections, so I did not book a large restaurant with an excellent location such as the Zhuangyuan Building and Huibin Building, but the nearby small teahouse can still book the second floor The desk, just squeeze to the window to see it.

When the sky was bright, Song Nian stepped into the familiar hall again.

The head is still the emperor, and all the important officials in the court. After Song Nian saluted with the same year around him, he lowered his head and waited for the result.

The three names of Yijia are announced by the emperor himself, and the rest are announced by the first name of Erjia, that is, Chuanlu. This is the origin of Chuanlu Grand Ceremony.

Song Nian stood and listened to a certain adult above emotionally enumerating the various achievements of the exam and the eclectic use of talents by the court. He even risked himself in the middle of the night to rescue the sick and comatose students and stop a fire in time. His deeds are remarkable.

Naturally, the credit is not the No.1 who discovered the fire——Song Nian, nor the guards who really splashed water to put out the fire, let alone a soldier who went in to carry someone at the risk of being burned, but the chief and deputy who will try this year Examiners.

Song Nian heard that there was one and the other, but he didn't feel aggrieved, it was always like this, credit goes first and then goes down, and sin goes first and then goes up.

For Song Nian, what attracted him more attention at this time was that this lord's literary talents aside, this voice is really good enough. In such a spacious hall, his voice spread to the middle and back rows. Every word is so clear that you can hear it.

He couldn't help but think of what his daughter had said. It was when Song Yun interjected when he was explaining the process of the Chuanlu ceremony to his family:

"It's said that Tanhualang is the best-looking, so did Chuanlu deliberately choose Jinshi with a high voice and the most standard official speech?"

At that time, Song Nian laughed and scolded her daughter for talking nonsense, how could it be said that the ranking of the palace examination was based on appearance or voice?

But at this time, listening to this lord's voice, he felt that this kind of consideration was possible. If Chuanlu's voice was not loud enough, the Jinshi who stood at the back might not be able to hear their own rankings clearly.

After thinking about it, a good article that praised Germany was also read to the end, ending with a beautiful sycophant.

In the distance, a light cough came, and Song Nian couldn't help but raised his eyes to take a peek, and saw an old man with gray hair but still unabated in the uppermost throne, slowly gazing around the audience with his eyes.

At this moment, even though he knew that the other party was not looking at him, Song Nian couldn't help but lower his head again: at this moment, the respect and fear for the imperial power were all drawn out under this gaze.

Song Nian couldn't help shaking his hands. He knew that what he was afraid of was not only this old emperor, but also the supreme power in his hands that could influence the life and death of people.

And this power will also determine the final result of my nearly 30 years of struggle.

(End of this chapter)