Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1681 More than Dukang

  The four masters and apprentices continued to go up and walked to the middle-aged scribe. Many people on the mountain road were surprised by the middle-aged scribe.

   Then many people cried.

  Some are older than the middle-aged scribes, and they just cried when sitting on the mountain road, shouting: "Bitterness ~ bitterness——"

   was looking for the wine Man Bao in Bai Shan's back basket with his toes on his toes, turned his head to look at the many literati on the mountain road who were crying and sighing, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

  Neither Shirazen nor Shirajiro knew.

   Mr. Zhuang said: "This year's big exam is over. The year is not good. The imperial examination may not be held next year. They are sad."

   is different from Bai Shan Bai Erlang. The two of them have been to the Imperial College, and now they are students of Chongwenguan.

  But other non-Guozijian students, even non-government scholars, they can only pass the imperial examination first, then pass the official examination, and finally line up for the official selection.

  The imperial examination was only officially started in the previous dynasty, but the selection of officials was mainly fixed. In this dynasty, the number of imperial examinations increased, but the examinations were always suspended for various reasons.

  I opened Enke this year, and I took another test in the fall. There were a lot of officials selected. Basically, I filled up all the vacancies. This year’s outlook is not good, so there is a high probability that I won’t take the test next year.

  After the list was released last month, the Imperial College had already released such a rumors. The scholars who wanted to stay in Beijing until next year were disappointed, and many of them were already planning to leave Beijing and go home.

  Mr. Zhuang told the three disciples about the inside information, and then slightly shook his head and said, “I wanted to ascend the Chongyang Festival and look far away, but I didn’t expect to encounter these things. Forget it, let’s go up the mountain with the wine.”

  Man Bao stopped and looked at the middle-aged scribe who was sitting on the rock silently crying not far away, "Sir, he is so sad, what if he falls down the mountain when he gets drunk?"

  Bai Shan also said: "The mountain road is rugged. If he accidentally falls or falls, it is our sin."

  Mr. Zhuang: "...Is Dukang wine intoxicating?"

  The trio of people who are overwhelmed with alcohol nodded together, "Yes."

  The four masters and apprentices stared at each other with big eyes. In the end, Mr. Zhuang, who was too few in number, was defeated. He could only sigh, "Then I have a drink with him?"

  Anyway, he likes to drink when he is upset.

  Man Bao turned out the needle bag in the bag on his waist, "Why don't I give him a few needles."

  Man Baodao: "He is too sad now, easy to be hurt, and he will be full of energy after two shots."

  Mr. Zhuang is very curious, "Isn’t it said that the heart disease is difficult to treat? Can you cure frustration with a needle?"

  Frustration is of course impossible to treat, but it is still possible to let him forget the pain in his heart for a while. Man Bao took the needle bag and stepped forward, first bowed to the middle-aged scribe who was crying sadly, and then said: "This gentleman, my gentleman is worried about you, uh, well, don't be too sad, I see you Still young, there will be opportunities in the future."

  Mr. Zhuang has three mentors and apprentices:……

  The crowd watching:...

  Man Bao continued to comfort the other party lamely, “You don’t think about yourself, you have to think about your family, this mountain road is rugged and you are so sad, what if there is an accident?”

She finally stated her purpose and said: "Well, I will give you two needles to cheer you up. You go down the mountain to eat a good meal, and sleep again, and you will feel better tomorrow. ."

  The middle-aged scribe looked at the young Man Bao and said that he was still young, and he only felt more sad.

As a result, before he had time to express his sadness, Man Bao reached out and picked up his hand when he saw that he hadn't said anything against him, rolled up his sleeves directly, exposing one of his arms, and then drew a needle from the needle bag and pierced it. Go in...

  Unexpectedly, the middle-aged scribe's eyes widened instantly. Before he could react, Man Bao took out a needle and pierced him in another place. He immediately yelled "Ah--".

  The pain of the sound shocked all the onlookers and those who were not onlookers.

  Man Bao gently supported his arm, and the middle-aged scribe who wanted to withdraw his hand found that his arm couldn’t get any strength, but—it hurts!

  Man Bao saw him cry so much that his tears were about to come out, so he took the needle, she took the needle, and his arm slowly regained consciousness.

  He pointed to Man Bao, "You, you, you...", speechless.

  Man Bao comforted him and said, "How about it, do you feel better in your heart?"

  The middle-aged scribe who called for a long time realized that he didn't cry anymore, and he didn't seem to be so depressed in his heart.

  He couldn't help but quiet.

  The onlookers also noticed this, and Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded terrifying, not just killing.

When Man Bao saw that he was well, he put the needle bag away, then reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Sir, take care, I don't think you are very old. As long as you live long enough, you will always have a chance. For such things as imperial examinations, you can come to the exam when the day comes, but you can still do other things on weekdays."

  Anyway, the imperial examination does not limit the age. You can take the test whenever you want to.

  Middle-aged scribes:...

  He did not feel comforted.

Mr. Zhuang finally stepped forward. He asked Man Bao to go aside, and then introduced himself with a smile, "In Zhuang Xun, Xia Mianzhou, today I came to Chongyang to ascend. If we meet, we are destined. It is better to climb the mountain with me. ?"

  He pointed to his three disciples and smiled: "I asked my three disciples to bring two pots of wine, which happened to be a drink with my brother."

  When the other party heard this, he was silent for a while, got up, patted the dust on his body, and replied: "In Xia Cangzhou Zhangchen, Mr. is too polite."

  However, he did not decline his invitation. He could see that they were afraid that he had an accident on the mountain. Although he was frustrated just now, he wanted to break the tank, but he did not think about committing suicide.

  That's a crime, he can't do it.

  But he still accepted Mr. Zhuang’s kindness, so he simply pulled up his robe and went up the mountain with them.

  He is in good health and much younger than Mr. Zhuang. Although he is very disappointed, he still walks very steadily. Mr. Zhuang has to rely on Bai Shan and Bai Erlang to help him in the second half of the journey.

  Zhang Chen looked back at their masters and apprentices, and couldn’t help asking: "Mr. Zhuang also came to Beijing to rush the exam?"

  Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "No, I came to study with a few disciples."

  Zhang Chen's gaze fell on Bai Shan and Bai Cheng, and praised: "Mr., these two disciples are clear and clear. They look like Haoerlang. Which college are they studying in?"

  Mr. Zhuang paused and said, "Study in Chongwen Hall."

  Zhang Chen was stunned for a while, and then lost two points of enthusiasm, smiled and asked, "So, I don’t know whose disciples the two sons are?"

  　 there is still pain

  　　 See you at 11 o'clock in the evening

  (End of this chapter)