People say that Bao Zheng is the Master Qingtian, but Hu Ye didn't expect that he would be given a plaque called Master Qingtian today. He really deserves this.

First of all, although the case was judged by myself, Yin Changlong basically handled the official documents, and he only dealt with some issues of grain transportation and water conservancy.

Secondly, Hu Ye believes that the gap between him and Bao Zheng is not a small matter, and he really can't bear this plaque.

"Sir, you are angry with us people. The cases that have not been sentenced in a few months will be solved in ten days after you come up. We admire you. This plaque is for you. Please accept it."

Among the crowd, an old man stood up and said, Hu Ye looked at it and found that it was Li Laoliu who wanted to return to his goose.

"Yes, yes, the adults are as keen as a wise man. We are all convinced. You can afford this plaque of Master Qingtian." Another commoner stood up and said.

"It's not bad. My young wife also steamed a pot of steamed buns and asked me to send them to you, saying that she was thanking the adults for their kindness and helped her get rid of the stigma of being unfaithful."

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Hu Ye stared at the dark crowd in front of him, really didn't know what to say. They were so enthusiastic. If he just rejected this plaque, wouldn't it disappoint their enthusiasm?

But Hu Ye felt that he was ashamed of it. If Yin Changlong had nowhere to deal with the official documents for him in the future, wouldn’t he be too sorry for this plaque?

"Everyone, I appreciate your kindness... But I am just a little judgment. It is my duty to solve everyone's problems. I am worthy of this plaque." Hu Ye said embarrassedly.

"Sir, you are now modest. You are not the only judge in Nanjing, but you have done the best. Of course, this plaque belongs to you. If you don't accept it, we will have to send it to yours." Li Laoliu said loudly.

More than ten days have passed, and Li Lao Liu has sent vegetables to Hu Ye's mansion every day. He has become an acquaintance. Hu Ye knows that Li Lao Liu did what he said, otherwise he would not have spent more than a month with Zhao Lao Wu for a goose.

"This..." Hu Ye was embarrassed. It seemed that he would not be able to accept it today.

"Sir, I think you can accept it. I have been working in this yamen for many years. This is the first time I saw someone sending a plaque. If you accept it, it will also add glory to our yamen.

At this time, Captain Sun also came out. He saw a large group of people coming over just now. Like Hu Ye, he thought that there had been a change in the people, but he did not expect that he had sent a plaque to Hu Ye.

"Well, okay, I'll accept it. If you have any grievances in the future, come to me." Hu Ye had no choice but to accept the plaque and let Lao Qian carry it.

Seeing that Hu Ye finally accepted the plaque, the people left one after another after a few greetings.

Hu Ye looked at the sky that had finally cleared up. Although it was a little dark, it looked so clear.

"Qingtian, Qingtian, this is Qingtian." Hu Ye murmured.

"Young Master, what did you say?" Old Qian asked Hu Ye curiously, carrying the huge plaque.

"It's nothing. It's time for us to go home by tying the plaque to the carriage." Hu Ye came to his senses, tied the huge plaque to the carriage with Lao Qian, and then went home.

The story spread quickly. In a few days, Mr. Qingtian's name had already spread to the street where the Wuming Mansion was located.

Originally, Yin Changlong chose this place because it was so quiet.

But now Yin Changlong regrets it because there is Hu Ye’s place, it will never be quiet.

Originally, there were more than a dozen families living in a mile-long street.

Although some people knew that there was an official living on this street, were there still fewer officials in Nanjing? So they were not very concerned.

But now it’s different. I heard that a 13-year-old sixth-rank official lives on this street, and he was given a plaque by the people, called Xiaomao the day before yesterday. What’s wrong?

So, people came to see if this young master Qingtian had three heads and six arms. He only solved a big case a few days ago, and now he has been given this plaque again. So the street is no longer peaceful, and it is affectionately called Qingtian Street by people.

"Brother Hu, I lend it to me to see the Analects. I am so restless recently that I can't stand the Analects."

In the Wuming Mansion, Yin Changlong said to Hu Ye with some anger.

These days, in addition to studying and reviewing homework, Yin Changlong was handling official documents in the yamen for Hu Ye, in order to borrow an anonymous book from Hu Ye to read.

Not to mention, after watching it a few times, Yin Changlong felt that he was much more energetic, of course it was not counted to be disturbed by the curious people outside.

"Brother Yin, it took an hour. You have to teach me how to read more this time. I have only known more than a hundred words these few times. I really don't know how you knew so many words at the beginning." Hu Ye smiled, walked into the room, and carefully took out the Analects's lonely book.

These days, Yin Changlong saw the Analects of Confucius, and Hu Ye always squatted aside. In addition to watching, Yin Changlong also had to teach Hu Ye to understand these seal scripts and teach them one by one.

"I said Brother Hu, I will help you get the name of Master Qingtian. Can't you show me two more hours?" Yin Changlong took over the Analects of Confucius and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, didn't you say it? The Analects of Confucius has spiritual energy. If you read too much, not only will you not understand the great truth, but you will easily get lost. I have also asked Yan Shenggong for advice. The hour he said was the best time, and it would be bad if you had too much." Hu Ye boasted.

Yin Changlong gave Hu Ye a blank look. He really didn't understand why Yan Shenggong gave such an important thing to Hu Ye who didn't know seal script at all. Isn't this a waste of resources?

If he had the book in his own hands, he would be able to be the top scorer in high school, and he would have some insights with the aura in the book.

"Brother Hu, you have to think of a solution. There are so many ordinary people watching outside every day. You are fine. I can't read books. How can I take the exam next year? If I fail the Jinshi exam, you will lose to those scholars for 10,000 taels of silver." Yin Changlong touched the seal characters on the bamboo slips with his hand, feeling Master Yan's knife skills back then, and finally calmed down, and then said to Hu Ye.

Hu Ye didn't believe Yin Changlong's words. If he failed to pass the Jinshi exam, wouldn't it mean that the history he knew was all fake? Then how could he survive in the Ming Dynasty in the future?
Chapter completed!