Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 45

At this time, Hu Er stole the key from his father, Mr. Hu, and brought up a jar of tribute rice wine bestowed by the emperor.

At the same time, excellent appetizers such as bamboo chicken, bream, and preserved deer are also prepared.

Compared with the delicacies that Hu Er brought from the kitchen, the scholars at the gate of Prime Minister Zuo's mansion were the real gourmet dishes.

After so many days, Hu Hanshan has never been in such a happy mood as he is now, and quickly poured a bowl of rice wine: "My dear brother, come, let's go together."

Liu Wentai has been in a daze since he walked up, and he really doesn't understand how Hu Hanshan can be so happy.

It's as if the scholars from various examination halls didn't come to criticize Hu Hanshan's treason, but to congratulate him for being hand-picked No. 1 in the palace examination.

At the door, I was going to roll Hu Hanshan's name, and asked for some rewards by the way.

However, seeing that he had no intention of hanging himself, Liu Wentai was relieved a lot, and drank with Hu Hanshan.

Sitting in the pavilion, Hu Hanshan could see the scholars in the test hall in front of the two town houses, but the scholars who were criticizing loudly could not see the culprit behind a bamboo curtain.

The scholars in the examination hall criticized for a long time, their mouths were so dry that they couldn't help but want to drink water, but they couldn't see Hu Hanshan coming out of Prime Minister Zuo's mansion.

Not even the slightest bit of discouragement, but as if he had won a victorious battle, both the excitement of personally participating in the grand event and the joy of scolding the Prime Minister Zuo who dared not go out.

"Here we come, we come, everyone, give way quickly."

In order to integrate into Jinling, the scholars of the Jiliao Experimental Hall took the initiative to undertake a heavy task and bought three trucks of manure from the manure in Zhongcheng.

When the scholars in each test hall won the first attack, they rushed over with their dung carts.

Scholars in various examination halls have often criticized corrupt officials in recent years, because Hu Hanshan is the first one in these years to make such a big noise by a student who is not yet a juren.

According to the previous rules, after the attack, it is necessary to decide whether to throw dung or not according to the severity of the other party.

Hu Hanshan's behavior of humiliating the world's Wen Zong and Song Lian has reached the point of outrageous rebellion, and it is light to pour dung and water on his house.

The scholars in the Jiliao Experimental Hall endured the stench, lifted the dung water from the dung truck, and threw it hard on the green brick and green tile wall.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The dung buckets smashed on the blue brick wall of Prime Minister Zuo's official residence, making the most prestigious family in Jinling much dirtier than Dongyu.

"Good! Good!"

"Although Jiliao is a remote and bitterly cold place, I didn't expect Jiliao scholars to be so strong."

"That's right, Jiliao scholars should be a model for scholars north of Lianghuai."

Over the years, the scholars in the Jiliao Examination Hall have often been squeezed out by the scholars in the eastern Zhejiang, Lianghuai and other rich places, thinking that they are thieves who can't read the books of sages.

In the mouths of scholars, this thieves is not used to scold real robbers and bandits, but a contemptuous name for Jiliao people.

I didn't expect to criticize Hu Hanshan together today, but I got approval and worked harder.

Wenren from Zhedong Trial Hall walked up to Jiliao Wenren, and said softly: "Next year's Qiqiao Festival, you can come to participate in the poetry gathering of Zhedong Trial Hall."

Hearing this, the hearing people in the Jiliao Examination Hall were obviously stunned, and soon showed a look of joy, and hurriedly cupped their hands: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Xian, I will definitely remember this kindness when I wait for the scholars in Jiliao."

In today's Ming court, the military officials are dominated by Huaixi Xungui's family, and the civil servants are the civil officials in eastern Zhejiang.

As long as they can climb the high branches of the Eastern Zhejiang Examination Hall, the scholars of the Jiliao Examination Hall will have a way out.

Hearing that the people in the Jiliao Experimental Hall were overjoyed, they paid out of their own pockets and hurried to buy a few more carts of manure from the manure section in Midtown.

By the time all the dung and water were poured out, the entire residence of Prime Minister Zuo had become an unsmelly mess.

Liao Shirong had already come with his fellow disciples, and not only frowned when he saw this scene: "Splashing dung is a little bit over the line."

Xing Liuke knew that Liao Shirong hadn't seen much criticism from the literary world, so he said indifferently: "This is just the beginning, and after half a stick of incense, the real Kunqu opera will debut."

The mansion of Prime Minister Zuo being majestic was already excessive enough, Liao Shirong couldn't think of anything worse than this.

Hu Hanshan, who sat drinking on the third floor of the library, was farther away and could not smell the foul-smelling excrement, but he also knew what the scholars in the various laboratories did.

Liu Wentai, who was by the side, was always worried, and never took his eyes off Hu Hanshan.

Worried that Hu Hanshan had suffered such a great humiliation, he couldn't think about jumping off the railing of the pavilion for a while.

In order to avoid this kind of situation, Liu Wentai also specifically asked Hu Er to arrange for several long followers to guard at the entrance of the library with silk, satin and tassel-pattern mattresses.

In case Hu Hanshan can't think about it, he quickly catches it with a silk and satin mattress.

What Liu Wentai never imagined was that Hu Hanshan was unsatisfied: "I've been waiting for a long time, and this is it?"

"A scholar is a scholar after all, he is so weak even when he curses."

Not to mention being the eldest son of Prime Minister Zuo, even the poor ordinary people would angrily rush over and punch him when they saw someone spit at the door of their house.

Fortunately for Hu Hanshan, the scholars from all the test centers poured feces on the wall of his house, and shook their heads to feel that it was not enough.

Weird.

Is this still Huaixi Nobility with the hardest bones?

Liu Wentai was really puzzled, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only drink a few more bowls of tribute wine to suppress his confusion.

The next scene made Liu Wentai, an outsider, stand up angrily.

After the scholars in the Jiliao Examination Hall finished pouring all the dung and water, they were ready to go home.

But he saw a few more carts, because of the audacity of Jiliao scholars who often rode horses to hunt in Liaodong, they saw these carts.

Can't help but look at each other.

There is only one thought in my heart, I must not offend the scholars in Nanzhili in the future, they are so depraved and sinister that it is unimaginable.

Those cars were loaded with nothing else but Mingqian paper figurines burned for the dead.

Liao Shirong was shocked when he saw it, and quickly stopped him: "No, burning paper money is too much."

Xing Liuke stopped his fellow gang members who were about to walk over: "Shi Rong, don't worry, he won't really burn paper money in front of Prime Minister Zuo's door, just to scare Hu Hanshan."

"As long as Hu Hanshan walks out of the official residence and accepts criticism from scholars in various testing halls, these carts of things will be transported back to the coffin shop."

Even if it's not a real fire, it's too amazing to drag the Mingqian paper figurines to other people's doors in broad daylight.

Liao Shirong still wanted to stop him, but seeing the expressions of his mentor's students and old friends who were optimistic about Kunqu opera, he could only sigh and mourn for Hu Hanshan.

"it is good!"

"Great job."

"Hurry up and burn the Mingqian paper figurine, or you will be the grandsons of this young master."

　Master Hou, Happy Tanabata

　　
　
(End of this chapter)