During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

Unknowingly, a whole year has passed. It seems that overnight, the bone-chilling cold has been driven away by the arrival of spring, and the temperature has quietly risen.

After Jiang Qian passed the imperial examination, he stayed in the state capital.

Yuzhou Fu Xue is one of the top five Fu Xue in the whole Jin Dynasty, only a little behind Guo Zi Xue in Beijing. This ranking is ranked by scholars. Of course, there is some water in it. The ranking is different every year and is based on the students who passed the exam every year. The ranking listed by the number of Jinshi.

Last year, eight students from Yuzhou passed the Jinshi examination, surpassing Guozixue for the first time, thus making Yuzhou's private schools more popular.

Last year, the imperial court fought a war with the Huns, and I heard that many people died. The imperial court was in urgent need of talents, so in March of this year, it specially added an exam.

Today is the day when the results of the government school are released. Jiang Qian deliberately got up early for a while, thinking that he would be able to catch up with the morning reading, but he did not expect that when he arrived at the door, there were still people outside.

He had no choice but to ask Hong Da to drive the carriage to the side to avoid being hit by someone.

Hong Daju stretched his neck and realized that he couldn't pass in front of him. "Master, why don't we come back later. I'm afraid it will be blocked for a long time."

Jiang Qian had this intention, but before he could turn the carriage around, two more carriages followed closely. The carriages stopped awkwardly, and the young man in the carriage rushed towards the entrance of the mansion.

Jiang Qian shook his head when he saw this, "Forget it, let's stop here."

Hong Da glanced at the two carriages behind him and complained in his heart, who would park the carriage here and directly occupy the road to prevent others from passing by.

Not long after, the door of Fu School opened, and the academic officer came out holding the red list.

There are two notice boards at the entrance of the school. Two academic officials posted the red list on the notice boards respectively, and the other academic officer stood in the center and read out the list of candidates who passed the exam.

There were only a few people who listened carefully. Most people gathered around the red list to look for their names. Some people quickly found their names and called out to their friends.

Some people searched around but couldn't find their names, so they turned around and left dejectedly.

Most people don't give up and watch the red list over and over again, but even after watching it three or five times, they still can't find their name.

There were many people applying for Yuzhou Fuxue this year, and most of them were scholars. The competition was very fierce, and it was understandable that they failed to pass the exam. However, some people just couldn't stand the blow and sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

Of course, this is only a small minority. Most scholars are still very dignified and self-sufficient.

Anyway, he couldn't get in for a while, so Hong Da simply took out the fried beans and looked at them leisurely.

He remembered that there was no such scene during the Dongjia exam last year.

Could it be that he missed it? He was there during the exam, why didn't he have any impression?

At this time, Hong Da remembered that his boss was Jieyuan, and he was directly admitted to the government school with No. 1 results. There was no need to take an exam. No wonder he had no memory in this regard.

About half an hour later, the people guarding outside the mansion finally dispersed, and the road became clear.

Hong Da stopped the carriage at the gate of the mansion and helped Jiang Miao get out of the carriage. Jiang Qian took the basket handed over by Hong Da.

"We only have half a class today. Remember to pick me up at noon."

"Yes."

Jiang Qian walked into the mansion with a basket. The guard was very friendly to him, "Jiang Juren came early enough."

Jiang Qian smiled and nodded, and walked into the school with a few students.There are people of all ages in the Fu Xue, ranging from 28-[-] to [-]-[-]. Dajin is also studious, and the requirements for family background are not high. As long as you are talented, you can pass the exam to enter.

In recent years, the imperial court's demand for talents has greatly increased, and many poor students have begun to emerge.

Jiang Qian is not young, but he is considered one of the younger ones in the government school.

Last year, he got No. 1 in the exam and entered the school directly. Many people recognized him, and because he has always been No. 1 in grades since he entered school, he is considered a legend in the private school.

Jiang Qian walked to his seat, took away the book and started annotating.

The students in front lowered their voices when they saw him writing, but their voices still penetrated Jiang Qian's ears, "I heard that the emperor plans to select a woman to marry the Huns."

"Who is it? It can't be Princess Huandu, right?"

"How is it possible? Princess Huandu left the palace for inspection a year ago by the emperor's order, and has not returned to the capital yet. She heard that there was a war in the north, and she was even more reluctant to go back. Since she is going to get married, the sooner the better. Besides, your majesty only has Princess Huandu by your side, how can you be willing to get married?"

"That's true. Except for Princess Huandu, several other princes have princesses of suitable age in their families. But then again, who is willing to marry his daughter to the Huns?"

"..."

Jiang Qian focused on making notes. By the time he finished, people in the class had almost arrived. Someone boldly asked him for homework, and Jiang Qian did not refuse.

After a while, the Master came.

This class was about Shangshu. Jiang Qian had already memorized this book, so he was distracted throughout the class.

The master didn't notice it originally, but a few students noticed that Jiang Qian was distracted. The master looked at them and realized that Jiang Qian had skipped his class.

The Master angrily called Jiang Qian up to answer the question.

Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment. He didn't even understand what the question was. The classmate who asked him to borrow homework before kindly told him the question.

Jiang Qian thought for a moment and answered the question.

The Master was unwilling to give in and asked two more pointed questions in succession. All the students lowered their heads for fear of being suddenly called by their names.

But following Jiang Qian's answer, everyone raised their heads again with admiration in their eyes.

Seeing that Jiang Qian couldn't be bothered, the master had no choice but to let him sit down.

"Some students should not think that just because they have read a few books, they can aim high. If they don't listen carefully to the lectures, you know how many people outside are envious of you. They want to come here to listen to lectures, but they don't have the chance."

The master pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and finally felt a little better.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Master is angry. This Master holds a grudge the most. Jiang Qian may have to be careful in class in the future.

Jiang Qian doesn't care. In fact, with his knowledge, he is more than enough to be a master in a government school. However, his goal is to be the No. [-] scholar, and he is still far away from the No. [-] scholar.

It's almost time. Amiao should be back in a few days. I haven't seen her for more than a year, and I don't know what she has become. Has she grown taller or gained weight?

Thinking of Jiang Miao, Jiang Qian walked a little faster, but was accidentally hit by someone.