In the capital, a group of egrets flew over the lively streets, and the carp on the moat emerged and rippled. The morning light reflected the green tiles and red tiles of the palace.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous courtyard in the northwest corner of the capital, a black hat and brown-clothed servant was holding a broom to clean the courtyard, humming: "

I am a small servant of Yan Mansion. People are not surprised when the storm is about to come.

Even if there is a huge sum of money outside the door, it is not a matter of slightest.

Be careful in words and actions, live a long life, and be willing to act as the ephemeral core.

If you want to ask me what my name is, I am a small servant of Yan’s mansion.”

Yan Kesong was about to enter the palace to be on duty, but when he heard the servant humming this strange tune, he stopped: "What kind of bastard poem, who taught you?"

The black hat and brown-clothed servant was so scared that he was about to cry. He knelt down tremblingly and said, "Return... I replied to the master's words, it was taught by the master."

The face in the Chinese character is the name of Shen Fengjun, and his eyes are Yan Kesong, his eyebrows are frowned into the character Sichuan. After careful consideration, his old face turns red.

Thinking of this baby's only son, I feel half happy and half sad.

This year is the year of the provincial examination, so we should do our best. How can we fail to do our jobs without doing our best?

"Have you got up?"

"It's time to get up at the time of Mao. The young master said that time is worth every inch of money. If you have money, don't be struck by lightning. Therefore, the young people dare not sleep too much." The family man looked particularly energetic.

Listening, Yan Kesong's old face turned red again. He was the last person in the house.

Since a year ago, my son led his servants to run around the yard early in the morning, and the cold and heat have never stopped all year round. What a terrible perseverance is this?

Yan Kesong sighed sadly: "If Cheng Jin could use this perseverance to learn, alas..." He shook his head and stopped thinking.

When we arrived at the backyard, the sound of reciting came, and the heroic artistic conception in the sound seemed to bring people in. It was Cao Gui's debate in the Spring and Autumn Period.

This kid is studying?

He suddenly felt energetic. He was a Jinshi, and he dared not say that learning can study the gods and man, but a mere rural examination... can also give some guidance.

This is an old father's wish for his son to become a success.

In the backyard, a wing room opens southward, and a scholar sits alone in front of the desk, like a monk chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

"I read it seriously." Yan Kesong's face turned red, and the kindness on his face became more and more intense.

"Cheng Jin, my father was about to remind you about the autumn examination, but I didn't expect you to be so conscious. How confident are you to this year's autumn examination?"

The scholar with beautiful eyes stood up, bowed to him, and said in shame: "My son is 90% in his grasp."

Yan Kesong expressed his joy and said, "Okay, okay! But remember, don't be arrogant and complacent. Even if you are 90% sure to win, you must study diligently and not spend any more time writing such a wrong poem."

"Don't worry, my son studied hard for another three years, and he had to take the imperial examination only after 100% of his time."

Um?

Let you study diligently, not let you study for another three years!

"Son, ninety percent... is enough, enough!"

"Dad's words are wrong. Once it is variable, you can give birth to thousands of children, and you can give birth to thousands of children. You can make your son lose his name. You must be careful." The scholar said.

Yan Kesong's blood surged, and he almost couldn't help but spew out red, and the blue veins on his forehead were bulging.

"How can you know if you don't take the exam? If you can't pass the exam again, why... why are you so tiger-headed and rat-tailed!" Yan Kesong was so angry that he raised his hand and put it down, and he would wait until the exam was over before he finished.

The scholar said slowly, "Dad, don't be angry first, let me listen to my son's words slowly. Even if my son is 90% sure, he still misses it. This is the best..."

I could only hear a muffled sound, as if something was stuck in Yan Kesong's throat and could not cough out.

The scholar looked up and took a quick step back, holding his breath: "Dad is suffering from tuberculosis..."

"Who said I had tuberculosis! It's not... it's not tuberculosis." Yan Kesong was almost angry to death, and his Adam's apple moved, then waved his hand and said, "No... it's okay, my dad suddenly felt a little breathless, there's no need to worry."

Then the scholar relaxed his vigilance: "It's good if you have nothing to do. Even a small cold wind will take away a person's life. Dad must not ignore it. Tomorrow, will Dad and his son strengthen their bodies together?"

Yan Kesong pretended to be strict and showed his old father's majesty: "Don't interrupt, you have to go back to the palace to be on duty for your father. The exam is decided like this. Only after you have tried will you know the depth. You have to go to the provincial examination this year!"

The imperial examination is related to the prosperity of the family. As long as a normal father, he will not let his son do whatever he wants. Yan Chengjin can understand.

"Dad, wait!"

When Yan Kesong looked at him again, his eyes suddenly became gentle and said, "This is for the sake of your father. Just let go of your hands and take the exam. If you have the help of your father, you don't need to worry."

"Son, you have another thing to discuss with your father.

My father was a civil servant in the Hanlin Academy. He was so honest and dedicated to the public. He only relied on a small salary and had no other income in his family. This was not a long-term solution.

Once he retires, the Yan family will lose his family.

While you are still young, my son has found a side job for you. In this way, even if you retire and return to this house, we father and son can still make a living by craftsmanship."

The Yan family is almost eating braised vegetables.

Yan Ke was slack for more than five feet and was in his prime. At this time, his beard was so angry that he shivered: "Bastard! For you, since your mother passed away, you have never re-strung for your father, and even... you have never been infected with any meat for many years!

You actually... feel embarrassed for your father... You can say it out loud!" Yan Kesong unconsciously covered his chest.

Most scholars are aloof, but his father's fierce reaction is still as he expected.

"Dad...there's no rice at home."

ah?

It turned out that he didn't dislike me. Yan Kesong's face was stunned and his heart no longer felt hurt.

Yan Chengjin shook his head lightly, alas, my father had no sense of being prepared for danger in times of peace.

It’s a pity that Hai Rui has not been born yet, otherwise he would have to tell the story of Hai Rui’s revenge and returning home.

When he was an official in the Ming Dynasty, many officials retired and received the salary for retiring and returning home, and their salary was cut off.

In history, there were countless officials who were miserable in their later years, and Hai Rui was just lucky and became a representative of honor.

Of course, Yan Chengjin didn't want such a thing to happen to his father, otherwise wouldn't he have no support?

"The daughter does not despise the father as poor, the son does not despise the mother as ugly. My father is righteous and gives birth to me as handsome. How could my son dislike you? My son wants you to carry a book."

Seeing that my father was a little drifty, Yan Chengjin quickly continued.

"Even if you spend your whole life in the Hanlin Academy, a hundred years later, you are just a bookstore that records His Majesty's daily life, and no one remembers it.

If you leave a masterpiece of eternal song like Taishigong, you can be remembered forever and gain both fame and fortune... Cough cough, fame will last forever, why not do it?"

Merchants seek profit, literati are good at fame,

If you want to lure it, you must bite the hook.

Yan Kesong was a little moved, and his thirsty Adam's apple moved, subconsciously saying, "I also want to do something for my father, but... I don't know where to start for a while."

Yan Chengjin hurriedly took out the manuscript that he had sorted out for half a month: "Dad, this is what a child got from his dream. I just feel it is wonderful. Unfortunately, my son lacks writing skills, so he can only write down the general outline."

Yan Kesong took the manuscript and glanced quickly, his face changing like the thunder clouds in the sky.

Dream Tower?

Seeing the content above, after a moment, he just wanted to curse: "Bastard! I actually asked your father to write these things, you... you... you... a villain!" After that, he shook the manuscript and left with a blushing face.

"Hey?" Yan Chengjin could only say: "Dad... Be careful on the way. There are always fast horses galloping on the Beijing Road leading to the Forbidden City. They often hit pedestrians. They should walk on the right and do not cross the avenue..."

Yan Kesong slipped under his feet and almost fell to death for him to show him.

Yan Chengjin sighed lightly, no one knew that he was actually a glorious time traveler, and what he traveled through was during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!