A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

The spring of the eighth year of Zhiping is about to come.

Yang Zhuochao is ready.

The nineteen-year-old young man was sitting in front of the window reading a book. There was some light fluff on his lips, which was almost like a newly formed peach.

Mrs. Li peeked inside from the window and then went to the back.

Yang Jinian was also sitting in front of the window reading a book. When Li saw it, she felt that both father and son were made from the same mold, but she didn't smile.

"Sir, Da Lang looks dumbfounded, maybe he is worried about failing the exam!"

Ms. Li sat down with a sad face. Yang Jinian raised his head and glanced at her, "How many people can pass the exam for the first time?"

"That's right!" Mrs. Li relaxed a little thinking about this, "Then tell Da Lang and tell him not to worry about this."

"Why are you talking about this?" Yang Jinian felt that his wife was a little confused. "He is already nineteen years old. He should figure out such things by himself. Otherwise, how will he start a family and start a business?"

Li said unconvinced: "Dalang is still young!"

"You're still young?" Yang Jinian was almost angry to death, "You're already looking after your wife because of him...You're still young? Do you have to take care of everything even after he gets married?"

"What's wrong with that?" Li said sternly.

"Okay." Yang Jinian knew that this topic could not be discussed further, otherwise he would not have a good day today, "Da Lang went over to see my husband."

He put down the book and went to his son. When he saw him reading, he couldn't help but praise: "Da Lang is really diligent."

Yang Zhuochao put down the book, and Yang Jinian picked it up and took a look. It turned out to be a novel.

"Are you still looking at this now?" Yang Jinian was a little angry even though he was a Buddhist.

Yang Zhuochao said: "Dad, how well you study on weekdays is the key. There are exams at this time, and if you think about reading, you are just sharpening your skills before the battle."

Yang Jinian felt tight in his chest and wanted to scold him, but he was worried about affecting his son's mood, so he said calmly: "It's just a good student test. As a father, I will tell you about that year..."

Yang Jinian narrated his imperial examination career, and also talked about the experiences of some unlucky people. In one sentence, if you can pass the Jinshi examination before the age of thirty, you are a winner in life. You are only nineteen years old, and there are still eleven years left. We don’t in a hurry.

This is decompression and reality.

"Don't believe in geniuses. Those who get Jinshi after just one wait are mostly God's will." Yang Jinian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "God doesn't like you, and it is normal to grind you for several years. This is how a father is, you..."

He looked at his son seriously and said, "You passed the exam last year, so you feel good about being a father. But it is different. If you pass the Jinshi exam within ten years, you will have no regrets about being a father."

Yang Zhuochao nodded in agreement.

On the other side, Cao Ben is also preparing for the exam.

Unlike Yang Zhuochao, who is calm and gentle, he is a model who doesn't care about the front and only knows how to work hard later.

The candlelight flickered, and Cao Ben was writing furiously.

He didn't fall asleep until midnight, and his mind was full of questions.

The next day, when Cao Huang came and saw his messy hair, he felt distressed and said, "Dalang, it's just a matter of not passing the test. Our family doesn't rely on this."

Cao Ben said seriously: "Dad, if you decide to do something, you must do your best to do it well. No matter what you encounter, you must not be afraid or flinch."

Cao Huanggan smiled and said: "Yes! It's just that it's too hard for you."

"It's not hard work." Cao Ben said: "It turns out that students in the academy only sleep for three hours a day, and the same goes for children."

"But you only slept for two hours." Cao Huang has been staring at his son recently, thinking that he is crazy.

"My child must pass the Jinshi exam!" Cao Ben picked up the book again.

"Okay, but there's no need to worry, ten or twenty years will do." Cao Huang said casually.

The imperial examination is a single-plank bridge, and no one can say that they will definitely be able to squeeze through.

…

The provincial examination has begun.

Yang Zhuoxue was worried that her brother was inexperienced, so she went back to her parents' house the day before and muttered.

Yang Zhuochao still had the attitude of "yes, yes, yes, he is so rich and noble."

Yang Zhuoxue felt a headache looking at her younger brother like this.

Then comes the exam.

Yang Zhuochao entered the examination room, and Cao Ben also entered the examination room.

After seeing the title, Yang Zhuochao squinted in a daze.

This is a rough draft.

Cao Ben lay down after seeing the question. He hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, so he needed this to keep his brain sharp.

Yang Zhuochao started to do the questions.

Cao Ben fell asleep.

"Someone is hit!"

One candidate suddenly stood up and shouted wildly. Cao Ben sat up suddenly, feeling frightened for a while.

He actually fell asleep!

The candidate was crazy and was dragged out.

Cao Ben only slept for a moment, but after being so startled, he felt energetic.

Then came the questions.

…

After the exam, when I returned home, both families were almost of the same character, no matter what.

Yang Zhuoxue even organized a spring outing, bringing her family with her for a picnic in the countryside.

"Da Lang."

Mrs. Li carried the roasted leg of lamb over, and Yang Zhuoxue saw black lines all over her head, "Mom, where can Zhuochao eat so much?"

Then Yang Zhuochao took the leg of lamb and gnawed on it. Later, when he wanted to eat the taro and edamame, he found that only the leg bone was left in his uncle's hand.

"Being able to eat is a blessing." Yang Zhuoxue thought it was good.

"Mom, where's daddy?" Maodou ran very quickly now, and then came back panting and asked.

"I'll be back later." Yang Zhuoxue looked into the distance, wondering when her husband would return.

After returning home, Yang Zhuochao was still reading novels.

"Dalang is like this..."

Yang Jinian finally couldn't bear it anymore and had a long talk with his son.

"You're like this...after all, it's not a long-term strategy. You have to start and finish everything you do...you can't slack off."

This was the worry of the old father, but Yang Zhuochao said very calmly: "Dad, my brother-in-law said back then that if you are sure, then there is no need to be nervous and just do whatever you have to do. The more relaxed you are, the better you will do in the exam. My child Reading novels makes me feel relaxed.”

"There's something wrong with what your brother-in-law said." Yang Jinian frowned and said, "As a father, I don't mean to make your head hang from the beam or your buttocks, I just want you to be tighter."

"But the students taught by my brother-in-law are very good in exams!"

Well!

The old father silently held back a mouthful of blood in his throat, feeling extremely aggrieved.

yes!

If it comes to exams, who can compare to Shen An's students?

Who can refute what such an imperial examination expert says?

Yang Jinian went back sadly, and Mrs. Li said happily: "How's it going?"

"Not bad." Yang Jinian felt melancholy and simply went out to find a wine shop, where he drank and listened to novels.

"... Bao Gong was angry and said that the prince broke the law and was guilty of the same crime as the common people. Someone, please bring the guillotine..."

This novel can be called a random fabrication, but even Yang Jinian listened to it with gusto.

This is the plot in the Bao Gong case. Some people have impeached this, saying that some of the plots in it are disrespectful. But the officials said it was just a fabrication and there was no similarity in names and so on, so they laughed it off.

So novelists began to wildly interpret the story of Bao Gong adjudicating the case.

"...There was a boom, accompanied by thunder, and a charming woman floated over. At this time, lightning illuminated the room. The woman had turned into a demon. The fangs in her mouth were exposed, and the nails on her hands became long……"

Everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Mr. Bao was sitting there reading a book and didn't notice. The woman just grabbed it with both hands, and the shadow was reflected on the wall by the candlelight. It was hideous and terrifying..."

Yang Jinian shuddered, raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

"In an instant, the book in Bao Gong's hand suddenly shone brightly. When the succubus was illuminated by this light, her body began to smoke and burn..."

"Monster! Why don't you reveal yourself soon!" The storyteller was frothing at the mouth. He was obviously climaxing. "Bao Gong raised the inkstone, and the witch was slowly sucked in..."

"Oh..." Everyone couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jinian thought it was so interesting that he came to listen again the next day.

"...Bao Gong was furious..."

"The results are released!" Someone shouted outside, but Yang Jinian didn't hear it.

"That demon girl knelt down and cried. I was originally a good person, but I was killed by the big demon from Lanruo Temple, and my soul was controlled by it..."

Why!

Yang Jinian couldn't help but sigh. At this time, a man rushed in from outside, but it was the servant Zhao Shun.

"Mr. Lang!"

Zhao Shun rushed in happily, but Yang Jinian was still in a daze, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Lang, the little man is hit! He is hit!"

Yang Jinian was startled, then stood up slowly and said, "Da Lang was actually hit?"

"Yes, I won, and I'm still ninth!"

The storyteller couldn't continue talking, so he stood up and walked down, saying, "Congratulations to Yang Yushi."

Everyone here is a regular customer, and everyone holds their hands in congratulations.

Someone said: "The Yang family man, who seems to be a humble man, actually got the ninth place this time. It shows that he has real talent and learning."

Yang Jinian was overjoyed. After returning home all the way, he saw his son still reading the novel and said, "My son, you have won!"

"Oh!" Yang Zhuochao said oh, put down the book, and asked: "Dad, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Where did the child win?"

"Ninth!" Yang Jinian, a wooden man of ten thousand years, could not suppress his joy, "Ninth place, my son!"

When Mrs. Li came out after hearing the news, she almost exploded when she heard the good news. She ordered people to buy good wine and food. She looked at her son with eyes filled with relief and joy.

Then relatives came to congratulate him, and the house was in a mess.

"Dalang studies hard on weekdays..." Yang Jinian began to pave the way for his son.

But Yang Zhuochao quietly went to school.

In the school, Lu Hui is teaching students who have not taken the exam.

Yang Zhuochao walked slowly in the small courtyard. In the place that used to feel cramped, he actually looked at it with interest and felt reluctant to leave.

He walked to the edge of the classroom and watched Lu Hui lecture.

Lu Hui also wanted to inquire about the provincial examination situation, but as a teacher, you must start and finish your work, so he had to wait until noon.

He finished speaking a paragraph, took a breath, and then was about to continue. When he turned his head, he saw Yang Zhuochao outside the door.

"Zhuochao?" Lu Hui was surprised, and then asked: "How?"

Yang Zhuochao bowed and said, "Thank you sir for your many years of teaching. My student was lucky enough to win the ninth place."

After the provincial examination is the palace examination, but the palace examination does not deprive the candidates. In other words, if you pass the provincial examination, you have crossed the single-plank bridge.

Lu Hui stood there, looking at Yang Zhuochao in disbelief.

"You...number nine?"

Yang Zhuochao nodded vigorously.

Lu Hui blinked his eyes, but tears couldn't stop flowing.

Those students looked at Yang Zhuochao and felt that he was extraordinarily tall at this moment...

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