Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Look left?
Zhou Xiang couldn't help frowning, feeling that there was something in Jiang Lao's words.

But after thinking about it for a moment, the brows quickly loosened.

It's just a kid who is less than [-] years old, so what if someone looks up to him?Even if he enters the officialdom at a young age, he can't cause too much trouble, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"It seems that Master Jiang has a different opinion?"

"There is no opinion."

Mr. Jiang stretched out his hand to stroke his beard with a refined manner, "I just think this person doesn't need training."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Presumably Zhou Xiang has received the potatoes from the emperor yesterday? This item comes from Shenjia Village in Lin'an Prefecture, so it was Shen Zijing who discovered it."

what? !

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and a small sound of breathing began to sound above the hall. Even Zhou Xiang's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this, a little more dignified and unbelievable.

Potato?Potato!
It turned out that he discovered potatoes!
That's food, potatoes that can be used as both a staple food and a dish!

Yesterday morning, Song Zhi, the eldest son of Rongguo Duke's Mansion, personally delivered potatoes to Beijing. After receiving the news, the officials naturally wanted to inquire about it. When they didn't know what it was, they received a reward from the palace. For the potato lumps and a few eating recipes.

As court officials, they know what it means to produce a kind of grain, not to mention that the grain is particularly high-yield.

The merit lies in the community.

But now the person who told them that the meritorious service is in Sheji is a 19-year-old boy?

What a joke!
For a while, the officials in the entire hall fell into silence, with different expressions.

The Son of Heaven, who was sitting on the dragon chair, took in the expressions on everyone's faces, and a deep meaning flashed in his sharp eyes. Mr. Jiang stroked his white beard again with a smile.

***
Yu Heting and Shen Xingluo walked out of the palace gate together with the crowd. As for Qin Zheng, when he left the main hall, he was invited by a young eunuch to meet the noble concubine in the harem.

The few Guozijian students in front were wearing brocade robes and were talking freely, but from time to time they cast strange glances at the two behind them.

There was no way, Shen Xingluo's answer was too outstanding when the emperor asked the question just now, even though they were convinced that it would be difficult for poor students to get a good ranking, Shen Xingluo still made them feel a strong sense of crisis.

Yu Heting glanced at the person beside him, with a smile on his lips, "Brother Zijing, do you want to say congratulations first?"

"It's too early."

Shen Xingluo walked steadily, "Brother Yu, why don't you go to the teahouse for a cup of tea?"

"Brother Zijing, please."

At that time, the Qingfeng Garden on the main street of the capital was extremely lively.

"Have you heard that the young master of the Zhang family in Liuzhou entered the Qingfeng Pavilion yesterday, and he missed today's palace examination because he played too late yesterday!"

"What, what? So the scream this morning turned out to be Young Master Zhang from Liuzhou? That voice sounded real!"

"Oh, don't talk about it, I heard it too, it is said that I haven't gotten up yet!"

"Hiss—so fierce?!"

The existence of gossip has attracted everyone's attention, and because today is the palace examination, the lives of the three people led by Mr. Zhang have been picked up, including the Wuzhen incident in Zhuozhou, and everyone is dumbfounded.

"So it's not the first time for that young master?"

"But he said before that he was framed?"

Now it seems that this is being framed?It's obviously consensual!

The students who had just walked out of the palace were still chatting about the content of the palace examination just now, and looked at each other in blank dismay after hearing this fresh gossip.