End-of-life peasant girl, super prosperous husband!

Chapter 212 Uncle Wang is an old classmate with a story!
Xun Niannian scratched his head in confusion.

"Scholar? Isn't this related to the imperial examination?"

Su Wang twirled the delicate wreath in his hand, and put it on Xun Niannian's head.

A gentle smile filled the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Yeah, it's already the end of March now, and it's almost time for the good news to come."

After listening to Su Wang's reminder, Xun Niannian suddenly remembered.

It seems that the beauty of my family has also participated in the imperial examination!

She leaned forward and gently drew circles on Su Wang's chest with her fingers.

"Sir, do you think the happy news from the Academy of Arts is for you?"

Su Wan's colorful eyes also lit up.

"Go and have a look and you'll know, isn't Miss Nian Nian the most like to join in the fun?"

"That's right, but I haven't finished talking to you yet..."

Before Xun Niannian finished speaking, Su Wang dragged her away.

The announcing team from the Academy of Arts beat and beat in Tushan Village, which also attracted the attention of many villagers.

"Hey! It's actually the team that announced the good news in the Academy of Arts. It seems that someone in our village has passed the exam!"

"I really don't know which one is so lucky to be able to produce such a powerful Wenqu star!"

"It seems to be going to the north of the village. Isn't there only a few houses in the north of the village? The Wang family of the Xun family or the Han family?"

"Follow up and see if you know, no matter which doll is selected as a scholar, we can all be happy!"

Watching the excitement is always the top priority in the hearts of the people, and it is still such a rare excitement.

Looking at the entire history of Tushan Village, there are very few people who can be high school scholars.

So this team of announcing the good news also made the villagers who were born with mud legs more excited.

As a result, the Annunciation Team at the Academy of Arts grew longer and longer, and Wuyang Wuyang was surrounded by villagers watching the excitement.

The faces of these little officials who announced the good news turned green with fright. Looking at the swarms of Tushan villagers who came up with hammers and hoes, they thought they were thugs who had been robbed by roadblocks. .

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't scare the adults who announce the good news!"

Uncle Wang stood neatly at the door of his house, wearing a brand new square turban on his head, and the blue Confucian shirt on his body was also newly made.

If it weren't for the gray beard and wrinkled face that revealed his age, everyone would have thought he was a young scholar!
"Thanks to the love from all the adults, I even sent the good news to Xiaosheng's door. Xiaosheng started to take the imperial examination in 22 years of Jiade, and he lost his name every year. This time, he finally passed the exam!"

It has to be said that this old man Wang is also an old classmate with a story.

He has no worries about food and clothing in Tushan Village, and his family has dozens of acres of fertile land, so he can be regarded as a small landlord.

It is obvious that he can entertain his grandchildren at home and live a leisurely and contented retirement life.

But Uncle Wang has a lofty ambition, that is to take the imperial examination and become a scholar.

At the beginning, it took a lot of hard work to obtain Tongsheng's fame, but in the end, he bribed the clerk of the Academy of Arts and donated the qualification of a tribute student to the Academy of Arts through the back door, in order to become a serious student of Tongsheng. Experience the experience in the examination room of the Gongyuan.

After Mr. Wang finished answering the questions, he felt that this exam would definitely be a scholar, so he ordered his son and daughter-in-law to rush to make this beautiful scholar costume, and even the tinfoil umbrella and shoulder pads were made, just to be able to Show off in front of the folks.

"Son, go get the tinfoil umbrella and put it on. Daughter-in-law, ask someone to raise your shoulders and let me sit on it! A scholar must be a scholar, I can no longer be as rude as I used to be!"

The little officials who announced the good news couldn't help but look at each other when they saw Uncle Wang standing in front of the road holding an umbrella and sitting in a sedan chair.

Everyone didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)