The talent in the world is divided into civil and military affairs, and some people say that it is poor, civil and military affairs are rich.

It seems reasonable, but it is also biased. Literature can be learned, such as Kuang Heng's digging a wall and stealing light, and Sun Jing's head hangs a beam and a thorn in his thigh. However, the wealth of learning literature lies in his journey thousands of miles and is taught by a wise teacher. Since childhood, the cost of spending much more than that of Nawu.

Han Kezhong is not a family of Chinese people, and waiting for another three years will be a considerable expense.

I remember my wife at home, and I haven’t added new clothes for many years. My mother at home can’t even bear to eat too much pork. Thinking about the hard work of the elders and the elders of the clan, my clothes are wet even more tears.

When he left home, the patriarch and the county emperor sent him off in person.

The old patriarch shouted from behind, "When you come back, I'll go to the grave for my ancestors!"

"Brother Han!" Seeing this, Jiang Hongye called out softly and rubbed the other person's shoulders.

Han Kezhong's tears stinged Yang Rong's heart. He sat at the table, his eyes filled with blood in an instant. Cui Yingying stood aside, at a loss.

"What are you crying!" Next to him, the Fengyang tribute scholar Liu Nianzu brought a few fellow villagers over and whispered, "I didn't cry, what's the use of crying? They are all big men, put away their tears. If you have the ambition, let's go home to read books, and there will always be the day when you win!"

He was so open-minded that he patted Han Kezhong heavily on the back and said with a smile, "Go, drink, I'll invite you!" Then, he glanced at the absent-minded Yang Rong with a squinted look and laughed, "Why do you look like that? Why are you still crying when you're all hit?"

Choi Young-young was about to speak, but Yang Rong stood up, "This brother is very true!" As he said, he said to Han Kezhong, "Brother Han doesn't have to be depressed. The so-called "Ambition" is accomplished. There is a note about the gains and losses of scientific research from all generations by his side. I will give it back to you and help you with a helping hand!"

This kind of favor is great, and even if you buy a book like the gains and losses of scientific research in all dynasties, you can't buy it even if you have it. No matter who you have it, it will be kept at home as a family heirloom.

Han Kezhong was grateful and bowed to the end.

"You Jinshi Master is so angry with me!" Liu Nianen laughed and said, "Let's go, let's have a drink together!" As he said that, he pulled Yang Rong without saying a word and pulled Han Kezhong downstairs.

Outside the teahouse, the place close to the release of the results is still crowded.

Those readers who had not won the title were crazy looking for their names in the royal list on the wall. They were unwilling to look for them over and over again, crying while searching. They really couldn't find them, and they beat the city wall like crazy and cried silently.

"Hey, it's hard for us scholars!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Nianen said, "How many people have driven crazy from ancient times to the present?" As he said that, he sighed slightly and said softly, "I am crazy because of my name and my reputation. In order to make a living, I still miss my old age, and my lifelong ambitions are like yellow!"

Yang Rongqiang smiled, "This brother Liu is a good poet!"

"What a damn poetic talent, I'm not a good source of study!" Liu Nianen smiled and said, "I've been beaten by a juren, and it's already a ancestral tomb. If my great-grandson had something to say when he was alive, I wouldn't have suffered this crime. Wouldn't the local owner be good?"

He laughed again when he said this, "I'm not afraid that you, the Jinshi, are laughing. The identities of us Fengyang tribute scholars are somewhat benefited from the royal hometown. Otherwise, in Fujian and Jiangxi, even scholars would not be able to get anything from the scholars!"

Yang Rong thought about it and then laughed, "Brother Liu is so serious!"

"What are you talking about? Look at us fellow villagers who came to the capital and were exposed. None of them won. Damn it, this time I was embarrassed to throw them to my grandma's house. Before coming, the left-behind adults held a special banquet and told us to take the exam well. If we go back this time, I'm afraid I'll be scolded!"

Liu Nianen laughed heartily, and the Fengyang scholars around him laughed, all with a little indifferent smile.

Yang Rong's heart moved, "What a noble body left in Fengyang, he actually held a banquet for him? Besides, Liu Nianen's tone seemed to be very indifferent to fame and fortune. Do ordinary people have no such demeanor? Haven't you heard that there is a Liu family in Fengyang?"

At this time, Liu Nianen hugged Han Kezhong's shoulder again, "You are still a hero from Shandong. The girls are chirping, aren't you just missing, afraid of a bird! I'll go back to Fengyang with me in a few days and stay at my house for a while." As he said that, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "How many of you Shandong have you won this year?"

Han Kezhong thought about it, a little uncertain, "It seems that none of them won?"

Jiang Hongye also said, "No one has won, and there are no Shandong people among the top three!"

"It's strange, no one in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius?" Liu Nianen frowned and said.

Then, he turned around again and looked at the imperial list posted on the city wall.

Suddenly, a shout came from the front, "But Brother Liu?"

Liu Nianen looked closely and saw that more than a dozen scholars in front of him gathered together. He knew the person in charge, Liu Hansong, from Shangqiu, Henan. Because they were all surnamed Liu, they got closer after they met in Beijing.

"I am Brother Liu, you are also Brother Liu!" Liu Nianen smiled and said, "What are you doing here?"

Liu Hansong bowed and frowned, "Oh, my fellow villagers, brother Nian, fainted on the spot." He said, and sighed, "Brother Liu, how many of you have you been hit in Fengyang?"

"No one!" Liu Nianen laughed.

"Huh?" Liu Han and Song browed, "We are all in Henan, too?"

"What?" Jiang Hongye leaned over, "We don't have one in Shandong either!"

When people are together, they speak loudly. And because they are too anxious, the words are delivered to the side.

Several gongzi came over and bowed, "I'm in Zhending, Hebei, Guo Xiangnan, we are not even one in Hebei?"

"No, right?" The people around became more and more strange.

There were also scholars who kept coming and gradually gathered under the imperial list.

"Yan Chuang, Yuncheng, Shanxi, we are all in Shanxi, too!"

"Yang Fu, the Hanzhong of Shaanxi, and no one among the students in Shaanxi are on the list!"

"When I went down to Zhaoshan, I came from Jinzhou, and I was also a beautiful and Chinese under the rule of Liaodong Dusi!"

Gradually, more and more scholars were around, and he talked about the situation of the regional election he represented. He was shocked to find that none of the northern provinces were on the list.

"Don't you, we Guangxi, didn't win either!"

Not only in the north, but also in Guangxi students were wiped out. However,

"Oh, it's weird!" Liu Nianen slapped her head, "It's reasonable to miss a single place. It's impossible for us northerners to fail any of them, right?"

"That's it!" Liu Hansong also said, "Since the founding of the State of China, no one in the northerners failed the exam!"

"Look at it again!" Liu Nianen waved his hand, and hundreds of scholars surrounded the emperor's list, staring at him with wide eyes.

"It's really no!" someone shouted.

"Hey, Yunnan has won two people, so don't wait in the third grade. Can I be a student from Hebei, even a student from Yunnan?"

At this time, Yunnan was just included in the Ming Dynasty shortly after it was included in the border area. If it were not for the Central Plains immigrants, the local population would be only 260,000.

"You see, almost all the students in Fujian, Zhejiang and other places?" Someone shouted, "How could it be so coincidental? Could it be that Wen Quxing has been reborn?"

"Is there something wrong?" someone shouted.

Upon hearing this, Choi Young-young was very unhappy. She was about to speak, but Yang Rong grabbed her clothes directly.

"Brother Yang!"

"Don't talk too much!" Yang Rong looked at the students who were more and more voices and whispered, "Go, go home!"

"Brother Yang, these people..."
Chapter completed!