The First Auxiliary Road from the Imperial Examination

"Tick-tick-tick-tick..."

Yang Wennong woke up from his drowsiness again, and still heard the sound of water dripping day after day.

He tried to open his eyes, well, it seemed a little difficult.

But he wasn't persistent either. After all, the dungeon was dark and he couldn't see his fingers. It didn't make much difference whether he could open his eyes or not.

With a little effort, he moved his legs tied with iron chains a little, and he half leaned and half sat up with his hands on them.

"We advise you not to struggle. This iron chain is made of fine steel. If you have to resist with your physical body, I'm afraid your legs will be broken, but this iron chain is still intact!"

The words he heard when he first woke up came to his mind for an unknown number of times, and Yang Wennong scratched his cheek.

This time he suddenly remembered Sheng Yuan, the minister who also served in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

I remember that one time the two ministers from the Ministry of War personally went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to ask for money. An Laojiu, the minister, was clearly afraid that the two would get involved if they disagreed, so he pushed him and Minister Sheng out based on the principle of equal treatment of positions.

Considering Minister Sheng's rumored fighting ability, he felt quite safe at the time!

However, the imagined scene of a group fight in the household did not appear. He was even dragging the other party's left servant and fooling around, and Sheng Shilang was already bragging to each other's right servant.

He couldn't remember the specific content of the bragging at that time. He could only recall fragments of fragments, including the words that Shilang Sheng said when he mentioned the ancestral sword, "It's as easy as cutting iron into mud? It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand!"

I wonder if the sword can cut this fine steel chain?

Yang Wennong muttered, rubbed his hungry belly, and thought to himself: If there is still time to return to the capital, it doesn't matter even if I still have this iron chain with me. Given the person Sheng Shilang is, I can borrow it from her. is not a problem.

Thinking of Sheng Yuan, Yang Wennong scratched the scar on his arm and sighed: "If something happens to me, the left servant, I'm afraid her right servant will be the one to blame."

The big men in the imperial court can even put their conscience on the scale. This kind of unprofitable job must be firmly nailed to the name of the household department. I just don’t know if Minister Sheng will be attacked again.

Yang Wennong's worry only appeared for a moment and then slowly dissipated.

Even gangsters are not immune to the tendency to pick on weaklings. With the style of his colleagues, if she were to encounter this group of robbers who inexplicably attacked him, imprisoned him, but did not see him, she would probably be worse than the robbers. Also be excited and happy.

"But it's better not to encounter these inexplicable gangsters." Yang Wennong was rubbing his hands and looking for nearby small stones and thinking worriedly, "I don't know what happened to the people in Zezhou Prefecture. After this flood, there must be urgent needs there. Food and court appeasement.”

Thinking of food, Yang Wennong naturally first prepared the rations for more than a dozen ships that he had raised, and immediately lamented: "What good food! That's all new food! If it falls into the river, I'm afraid a lot of it will be ruined, and I'm afraid it won't be enough." Eat it!”

The food that the court can use for dispatch is limited. The food he brought was the food tax from Qizhou. If Minister Sheng comes, where will the food come from?

Yang Wennong thought about it carefully, but still couldn't think of a better way: "Over at the treasury, An Laoji couldn't bear to spend more money. After all, it's true that the Ministry of Revenue has a pocket of money, but there are people waiting for food underneath who are vying for funds. But there are countless, and An Laoji needs to set aside enough food to deal with various emergencies... But other places in Dachu have paid all kinds of taxes, and there is no food left at the moment. "

"Unless Minister Sheng purchases grain from overseas?" Yang Wennong thought of this and suddenly felt a little ashamed of this name.

"If I can return to Kyoto and the court gives me good graces, it would be good for me to ask myself to work under Da Sinong. If I can cultivate good grain seeds and make the people full, my time as an official will not be in vain. Yang Wennong, who was enjoying the pain, touched the slightly sharp stone with his index finger, nodded with satisfaction, then made a dent, grinding hard to make a shallow mark.

It was dark all day long here, making it difficult for him to distinguish between day and night. Only by following his intuition and making indentations from time to time to record the time, could he have a real sense that he was still alive and be able to survive.

"Creak~~"

Um? ! Is it time for the daily meal delivery again? Yang Wennong followed the sound and looked over. Although he knew that the other party would ignore him, it might be a good thing to see a light.

"Bring him out!" (End of Chapter)