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Chapter 652 Fang Congyun's Story (Please Subscribe!)
Zhu Kezang raised his eyebrows, and finally jumped out. It seems that another Jinshi quota can be removed, and a group of officials can be expelled.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Kezang smiled, the literati in Ming Dynasty are still as brave as before.

"Peng Yuankui, a younger brother of Peng Yuankui from Putian County, Xinghua Prefecture, is knowledgeable and talented. However, his legs were broken for no reason two years ago. Now he has to give up on himself, and the thug who broke his legs is still at large!"

New Jinshi Peng Yuankui burst into tears.

The Peng family is a well-known family in Putian.

There are three or four branches of the Peng family in Putian. One is the Peng family in Gangnei, southeast of the city. 1247"Peng Yifu, who became a Jinshi, came from this family.

One is the Peng family of Hankou, who became a Jinshi in the first year of Shun tomorrow (1457).

The other branch is Putian Xiaohengtang Peng's.

Although this Peng family became famous relatively late, this family became famous in Puyang for its imperial examinations and became the most famous family of the Peng family in Puyang.

It was Peng Kai who knocked on the door of Kejia for the Peng family in Xiaohengtang.

Peng Kui, courtesy name Chaoyong, Juren in the Fujian provincial examination in the sixth year of Tianshun (1462), entered the Guozijian, in September of the eighth year of Chenghua (1472), was admitted as a member of Zhongshushe, was promoted to be a member of the Ministry of Industry, Wailang, Langzhong, and moved to the post Zhizhou of Yongning Prefecture.

Starting from Peng Kui, the Peng family in Xiaohengtang was out of control, and many Jinshi descendants worked for Ming Dynasty.

And Peng Yuankui was born in the Peng family of Xiaohengtang.

Zhu Kezang asked back: "Oh, who is so cruel?"

Peng Yuankui pointed to the unhurried Pan Boheng, "It is the number one scholar, Pan Boheng."

"Zhuangyuanlang, do you have something to say?" Zhu Kezang handed over the stage to Pan Boheng.

Pan Boheng walked towards the center of the hall, "Your Majesty, my lords, please allow me to tell a story."

[In Putian County, Xinghua Prefecture, Fujian Province, I have a classmate named Fang Congyun, and his family is the poorest in the village.

He was adopted because there were no males in their family, and the only male, Fang Congyun's nominal father, had been drowned, leaving only two elderly people and a widow in their family, so he was adopted. Fang Congyun hopes to continue the incense.

The year that Fang Congyun was brought home, the widow ran away, which meant that Fang Congyun lost his parents within three months, even if they were not his own.

His grandparents brought him to the age of five, and our family is not far away. I often play with him, and every time we play together for less than a quarter of an hour, he will run home.

I was curious, so I followed him to his house.

When I arrived at his house, I saw a five-year-old boy feeding the pigs, cooking, and fetching water from the well. Two old people working in the fields outside, and it was dark every time the meal was delivered.

It is said that the child of the poor is the head of the family early, and he is much more mature than all of our peers.

Later, when he reached the age of reading and literacy, he carried a rag bag on his back, the kind of school bag sewn from rags.

His shoes were still picked up on the side of the road, and none of his clothes were intact.

They were all given by the villagers, or his grandfather cut the adult's clothes into the size of a child and barely wore them.

He studies very hard and is very diligent, which is the kind that everyone can't imagine.

Once I went to visit him to play, and he was doing his homework on the tree stump in front of his house. In summer, there are a lot of mosquitoes.

I asked him why he didn't write in the house, and he said that the room was too dark and he was reluctant to light a fire. He was only six years old at that time.

In the years when he was a classmate, he never fell out of the top three in any of his exams.

But even a child who works so hard will be bullied. Many people say that he is an orphan, a bastard that no one wants.

Thanks to His Majesty's policy, he and I both went to the county town to attend elementary schools.

I remember when I was in the third grade, there was a math competition in the county, and the teacher asked him to prepare a better set of clothes to represent the school one month in advance.

That month, as soon as school was over, he went to help people pull weeds and wash dishes for restaurants.

On the last day, he asked me to go to the market with him to buy clothes.

I said why go to the county market to buy clothes, there are no children's clothes there, so I have to go to the prefectural city to buy them.

Fang Congyun asked me how much it would cost to go to Fucheng, and I said it would cost a hundred cash.

He smiled embarrassingly and said that he only had [-] Wen.

Later my grandpa called me home, and he went to the market by himself.

I didn't know until the next day that he didn't go.

He was blocked by some hooligans on the road, his money was taken away, and he was beaten.

On the day of the competition, the teacher asked him why he didn't come with new clothes.

I looked at him with red eyes and said that he had no money, so he would not embarrass the school.

He was nine years old that year, and that was the age when I only knew how to play crazy.

The teacher knew the situation of his family, and also knew that he went to wash the dishes every day in that month to exchange money, so he directly asked him who took your money, but he just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Later, the teacher bought him a set of clothes, which he picked out by himself. A set of clothes worth more than 50 yuan was the first set of clothes that really belonged to him in his life.

It was a set of soccer uniforms, rough in workmanship, and indeed Fang Congyun's treasure.

In the end, he lived up to his teacher's expectations and won the first prize in the mathematics competition.

When the teacher handed the certificate and prize to Fang Congyun, he bowed deeply to the teacher.

However, after the school break that day, he was blocked by the rogues on his way home and took away his things.

The reason is that he is not worthy to represent them in the competition.

Later, he went to a government school with excellent grades.

You may think that everything in his life is starting to get better?
not at all.

Xinghua Fufu School is full of thirteen and 14-year-old children, which is the time when they are the most ignorant and rebellious.

People like Fang Congyun, who are useless except for reading, are the most likely to be targeted.

Hooligans with backgrounds seek pleasure in bullying him.

For example, tearing up his homework, putting bugs and snakes in his desk, and stealing his lunch box.

But even so, he has never complained to anyone and is still optimistic.

I asked him if he was not angry or wronged?
He just said that there are some things that don't need to be pursued, and some things that others have a lot of, but he doesn't have one, and he can't pursue it.

I know that he is afraid that if things get serious, he will be expelled from school.

Because those rascals have a lot of background, and they are all famous people in Xinghua Prefecture.

And Fang Congyun himself was not liked by the professors of the government school, because he did not give gifts to the professors.

This is the case when studying in Xinghua Prefecture, talented scholars may not be liked.

If I encounter these things, I will definitely call back, I will not think so much, because I have a big brother from the Guards!

Later, I don’t know when, the classmates began to spread that he had no parents, his family was very poor, and he was specially recruited by the government to go to school.

Obviously someone was targeting him.

He didn't pay any attention to this, and devoted himself to reading, and he was the first every time, and that kind of voice naturally disappeared.

But still being bullied. 】

At this point in the story, Pan Boheng's eyes were reddened, he paused for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)