I'm so hard

Chapter 169

As the saying goes: there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

At present, no one dares to say that he will be the No. 1 scholar, and No.[-] on the Qingyun List is undoubtedly the ranking with the highest gold content.

As a restaurant, Wanbaolou has never been so quiet as it is now.

It was quiet, only the sound of Wan Hong unfolding the note and the rapid breathing could be heard.

Even in the teahouse outside the street, the scholars and scholars poked their heads, wanting to know who is the number one in Qingyun's list?

Wan Hong opened the note and said in a loud voice: "This Qingyun leader once came to Wanbaolou, and left two poems that can be passed down through the ages. There are even rumors that Miss Guan Juer, who heard that Yuxuan disappeared, ran away with him. .”

"He...he is... Yan Zhao who is known as the number one talent in Changdan City!"

Yan Zhao?

Hearing this name, scholars and scholars in Changdan City are naturally familiar with it.Although most people have never seen the face of Mr. Yan Zhao, the two poems "Jinse" and "Pozhenzi" are well-known and well-known.

In addition, Shangguan Yuntun praised Yan Zhao several times, making people feel that this person is an unprecedented genius.

The elegant seats on the second floor.

After Shangguan Yuntun heard Yan Zhao's name, he murmured: "If he comes to take the imperial examination, I'm afraid I can only hold his own and never get the first place!"

After all, Shangguan Yuntun let out a long sigh.

Literati have been noble since ancient times, and Shangguan Yuntun is also a person who is extremely confident in his talents, but as soon as Yan Zhao is mentioned, he loses any confidence.

"It turns out that Yan Zhao, the most mysterious number one talent in Great Dan City, is at the top of the list, there's nothing wrong with it!" Someone said.

"Except for Yan Zhao, I'm afraid no one can surpass Wu Wenyuan and Shangguan Yuntun!"

"The Qingyun Ranking is just a ranking list for us to play with. Your Majesty has the final say on who belongs to the top three. In my opinion, Your Majesty may like interesting literati like Tang Buyi from Quanzhou!"

But at this moment, Zhao Yan, who was drinking tea in a teahouse, almost didn't choke on the tea.

Because he had just heard that he had actually become the number one in the Qing Yun Ranking, many people at the side began to bet that he would become the No. [-] scholar this year.

Zhao Yan curled his lips and said helplessly, "Oh, I'm still too good. I can't keep a low profile with a pseudonym."

……

Jixianyuan, the backyard.

Thirty-six 36-year-olds, lined up, are sitting on the pear-wood chairs in Jixianyuan, basking in the sun.

On the other side, Shangguan Buyue, the official censor, and Cai You, the minister of rites, stood there.

Except for Bai Shengjiang, these old people are not very good at expressing. If they are not put in the most comfortable state, they will not be able to say anything at all.

However, Shangguan Buyue and Cai Youruo could not determine the direction of the imperial examination questions without a lot of effective information.

Zhao Yan once beat them specifically, asking these old people to talk about the suffering and how the officials treated them, so that they could find the direction of the test questions.

Not long after, Shangguan Buyue and Cai You saw that the elders had entered a comfortable state, so they couldn't help asking.

"Uncle Liu, when you were young, did you ever experience being bullied by officials, you can tell me the details!"

Uncle Liu regained his energy immediately and said, "Yes, there are too many. When I was young, I was often bullied by officials. They robbed food, land and women..."

As he was talking, Uncle Liu started his own rhythm, and he started to talk incessantly, telling all the stories from his own experience, that of relatives and friends next to him, and even hearsay stories.

Shangguan Buyue and Cai You each had two recorders who recorded all his words.

At first, Shangguan Buyue and Cai You felt a little boring, and felt that what these people could talk about were trivial matters that had nothing to do with the Great Zhou, Jiangshan and Sheji.

But they listened and suddenly realized the importance of this kind of story.

In the past, they looked at the development of farmland, taxation, and commerce from the perspective of scholar-bureaucrats, without considering the mood of the people at all.

But now listening to these people, the two people really know how difficult it is for ordinary people to live.

Even officials can peel off their skins.

The reason why many people are poor is not because they don't work hard, don't make progress, or even find a way to get rich, but because the bureaucratic system of literati and bureaucrats is like a blood-sucking bug, defrauding them of their little surplus.

As the bottom of the food chain, the common people have no right to speak or discuss rules with the court.

To put it bluntly, the court officials of the Great Zhou always thought about how to control the people, not how to serve the people.

Of course, this concept is too advanced. Zhao Yan knows that officials cannot change now, so he plans to start with these scholars who have not yet become officials, and convey to them the truth that "the people are greater than the sky".

Shangguan's displeasure is a person whose emotions are exposed. After listening to the people's talk, when the officials took away the people's fat and the people's anointing, and even a small yamen servant could decide the way of life of half the people in the street, he didn't fall asleep for a whole night and was full of emotions. Passionately wrote a policy essay of nearly [-] words.

Cai You is very good at restraining emotions, and is as careful as a hair.He kept collecting the stories of the common people, and then kept analyzing and looking for the reasons.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Lantern Festival.

During the Lantern Festival, Changdan is the most noisy.

The Lantern Festival is a signal of the end of the Spring Festival, and it is also a grand ceremony comparable to Yuan Day.

On this day, family reunion is more important than anything else.

Zhao Yan did not hold any activities in the palace, and asked all the courtiers to go home to accompany their families.

And at this moment, in Wenxiang's mansion.

Xiao Jingye and his wife were sitting at the dining table, opening a letter.

The letter was sent by Xiao Zijie from Shuzhou.

Xiao Jingye is just such a son, and this is the first time he is not at home during the Chinese New Year.He thought that Xiao Zijie was too busy to send a letter home, but he never thought that the letter would arrive on the night of the Lantern Festival.

Xiao Jingye looked cold on the surface, but in fact he was quite hot inside, including since Xiao Zijie participated in the Battle of Northern Mongolia and became the magistrate of Shuzhou, he was quite satisfied with his son.

While opening the envelope, Xiao Jingye said to Mrs. Xiao, "As long as he doesn't write those broken poems, he can write anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jingye was stunned.

It was a seven-character verse on the paper, and there was a sentence attached: The child always felt that writing poems was the most sincere expression to his parents.

Swish!
With a dark face, Xiao Jingye handed the letter to Mrs. Xiao, saying: "You read it, I think it's embarrassing!"

Mrs. Xiao rolled her eyes at Xiao Jingye: "Didn't you also write me a lot of sour poems back then? My son learned from you."

"Learn from me? Your son is completely self-contained, even Confucius can't teach him!" Xiao Jingye said angrily.

Mrs. Xiao smiled all over her face, looking at the seven-character verse.

(End of this chapter)