"Also, let's talk about the records in the various states and counties that we read along the way."

"It can be said that there have been frequent occurrences of strange phenomena in the past two years. Earthquakes, frost disasters, locust plagues, and floods have more than doubled compared to the Jiajing period!"

"Especially the freeze disaster. I just heard the merchant mention it the day before yesterday. This winter, it is said that it even snowed in Hainan!"

"That's Hainan!"

"In addition, there was a fire in the palace, and the sun was shining through the rainbow... Chaos from the sky really made me uneasy."

Li Maonian looked at his father's worried look and almost blurted out, how did you manage to be in the cabinet before?

Then I remembered Li Chunfang's explanation just now and held it back.

Li Sicheng was straightforward. Hearing what his grandfather said, he looked horrified: "Grandpa, are you saying that the Ming Dynasty is about to die?"

Li Chunfang shook her head: "Not so fast."

"Now, whether it is passing the law or preparing the capital camp, it is the emperor and the cabinet who are doing the hard work."

"As for how powerful the Ming Dynasty is... it still depends on how to prune the branches and leaves."

Tax reform and land expansion are the two elephants that stand between the cabinet.

Except for Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng, all the other cabinet ministers turned a blind eye.

Even if he, Li Chunfang, saw it at first, he would avoid it.

Now that I have relieved myself of the heavy burden, I finally stand on the emperor's side and speak my mind.

Li Sicheng seemed to understand but not quite.

Li Maonian on the side couldn't help but interject: "With your Majesty's ability, he will gradually get better."

This is his opinion, not his comfort.

After all, his daughter is still in the palace.

Li Chunfang smiled and nodded with deep understanding.

This is why he bet on the emperor.

After all, there is a person on the dragon throne who is capable and willing to do things.

If this person, like Shizong and the late emperor, turned a blind eye to the dynasty's long-standing shortcomings and waited patiently for the dynasty's downfall, then he, Li Chunfang, would not be happy even if the emperor wanted to bring his granddaughter into the palace, let alone sending his granddaughter into the palace.

The topic is a bit heavy.

Li Chunfang is a good family man, and the family atmosphere is mainly harmonious, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Wang Shizhen's new biography of heroes of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties is not as good as The Plum in the Golden Ping. It actually made me fall asleep while reading it. It is really not the son of a man."

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After that, he handed the newspaper to his son and motioned for him to put it away.

Li Sicheng wondered at the side: "Uncle, how did you know that this novel was written by Alliance Leader Wang? I heard that Master Xu was summoned to the palace by His Majesty, maybe he wrote the novel out of fun."

Prime Minister Xu Jieqingci was summoned to the capital again, but there was no one to send him. This was a good thing to put on his head.

Li Chunfang looked at her grandson's searching eyes and smiled: "This is called writing style. You will understand it when you grow up."

As for the writing style, if you don’t have enough time to read it, you won’t be able to read it.

Li Sicheng clicked his tongue, somewhat dissatisfied with his grandfather's perfunctory approach, and asked: "Tell me, sir, who wrote Journey to the West?"

When Li Chunfang heard this, her face that was full of laughter suddenly froze.

He said vaguely: "I'm not very familiar with this style of writing."

Li Sicheng groaned, obviously feeling that he had regained a victory.

Li Maonian on the side couldn't help but snicker.

He didn't know who wrote Journey to the West, but it must have been edited by his father. Didn't the nickname "Master of Huayang Cave" come from the place where his father studied when he was young?

Li Chunfang casually opened the car curtain and looked out the window.

Speaking of which, I have known Wu Chengen for 20 years in Jiajing, and they have been friends for many years.

But since the 43rd year of Jiajing reign, when I had arranged for Wu Chengen'an to be appointed as the magistrate of Changxing County, Zhejiang through the back door, I had not seen him again.

How did the emperor know that he had edited a novel called Journey to the West? Why did he still ask for it?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

Li Chunfang shook her head, shaking her head along with the bumps of the carriage.

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"Hey! Okay! I got it! I got it!"

Having said that, this person who was looking at the results...oh no, he was already a Gong student. He was so happy that he became so sad that he fell backwards.

The servants who caught the son-in-law didn't care whether he was fainted or not, they just rushed towards him.

Some pulled their arms, some pulled their legs, so they had to lift them up to their homes.

It caused a commotion among the crowd.

"In the middle, in the middle, the dog is in the middle! I am so angry!"

This was obviously a miss.

In addition, there were some who left without saying a word; there were also some who leaned against the wall, beating their chests and feet; and some even babbled.

It can be said that he can try out all kinds of life styles.

With dark circles under his eyes, Li Kun couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at these indulgent and rude people.

He was too nervous last night, tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep all night long, so he overslept today, and only now did he look at the list.

Li Kun sullenly squeezed his way into the crowd watching the list and walked closer to the list.

With difficulty, he stuck his head out from someone's armpit, his eyes fixed on the four lists.

The first one hundred...

Um?

He saw a name he recognized but was unfamiliar with.

Li Sancai, ranked 36th in the examination.

Li Kun sighed, he was worthy of being a proud man of heaven.

A family of officials, with wide contacts, famous teachers, good looks, cliques, and all the benefits.

Now Lian Geng was awarded Jinshi at the age of twenty-three.

Twenty-three years old... Shujishi is also a sure thing.

Even though Li Kun prides himself on being an honest person, he couldn't help but feel unbalanced for a moment.

He shook his head, pushed away the smelly armpits of the man in front of him, and continued to look down.

Li Du, ranked 107th in the examination.

Li Kun is even more unbalanced.

This kind of person who is just trying to play has also fallen into the trap. It is really infuriating.

But he had a closer relationship with Li Du, so he skipped the slander, changed the list, and continued to look back.

Wan Jing, ranked 194th in the examination.

Isn't this the grandson of Minister Wan of the Ministry of Industry? Li Kun couldn't help but take a second look.

Who was still saying last time that Wan Jing accidentally spoke ill of the emperor and would definitely fail the exam.

Now it seems that the emperor's mind is much broader than the rumors. Li Kun silently praised the emperor in his heart.

My mind is full of random thoughts, which relieves the pressure of not finding my name even though I’m halfway through the list.

Li Kun looked at the third list again, looking at it carefully from top to bottom...

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed across his face.

"Hey! Be good, I got hit too!"

Li Kun suddenly straightened up, pointed at his name, and laughed loudly: "I hit it! I hit it!"

Regardless of whether anyone knew him or not, he put his hands on his hips and shouted four or five times.

Then he clenched his fist, raised it into the void above his head, and muttered: "The fortune-telling ball also said that I must be the forty-year-old Ming Sutra, huh! Now I got it at thirty-nine!"

As soon as he vented his anger, a group of senior members of the Communist Party of China came up to him.

"This young master! Is he married?"

"Master Gongsheng! My little girl is gentle and virtuous, and her appearance is acceptable..."

"My official name is Guanglu Temple..."

Li Kun suppressed his impatience with this group of people and begged for mercy: "Everyone, I have good intentions, I have good intentions, no need, no need."

Just kidding, even if you don't look at how old he is with his unshaven beard, his son is as tall as him.
To be continued...