"Ah snee..."

He Zhihui sneezes heavily and a big bubble appears on his nose.

After grabbing a piece of straw paper and checking, he pulled the quilt on his body hard and wrapped himself up completely like a rice dumpling.

This is the day after he and Zhao Dean finished the third exam.

Compared to Zhang Jing's free and easy life, they could only recover from illness in the backyard of Songhelou, drinking bitter medicine soup every day.

Although the shopkeeper Chen from Songhe Tower was very careful, looking at the straw paper and wastebasket next to it, the former was specially cut by the waiter, and it was the most suitable for snot to wipe the nose; the latter was placed on the head of the bed, which was considered an extra-large spittoon, which was convenient and tidy.

He Zhihui and Zhao Dean, two brothers in distress, lived a hard life at all. They were just upset that they missed the opportunity to make friends with other scholars.

The communication of scholars, especially between state and state governments, depends largely on the imperial examinations.

In the few days after each township exam, they make friends with others (scholars and scholars) and expand their connections. Of course, there are also those real talented men who quickly make their name through repeated gatherings. But there are very few people of that kind, and most of them are trying to expand their connections.

Although it’s just a few dates, you may not be able to use them anytime.

This is an integral part of China's interpersonal communication area for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, He Zhihui and Zhao Dean completely missed it.

The doctor said that both of them were the same disease, which was caused by excessive fatigue and coldness.

This disease is a common disease after the exam, so it happened that the good weather during the last provincial examination was encountered, so the number of scholars who could hold on would increase. Otherwise, eight out of ten scholars who came to take the exam would have to drink a few medicines after the exam to take the exam to nourish their health.

Perhaps because they had confidence in their hearts, their minds became much more relaxed. In addition to the two of them falling asleep for two days, their bodies gradually improved, especially Zhao Dean, who started to get out of bed and talk to others.

Only He Zhihui was still lying on the bed honestly.

"Maybe this is retribution..." He thought so from time to time, because his body is usually better than Zhao Dean, but this time his illness is even worse than Zhao Dean.

But no matter how much retribution is, he will be willing to accept it, right?

Juren.

What a distant goal, now it is within reach. He Zhihui is willing to do so even if the disease is ten times more severe.

I live like this every day, and it is getting closer and closer to the day when the results are released.

The brothels, inns, and historical sites in the provincial capital can be seen everywhere in the figures of scholars going to the countryside.

Every time I go back to the provincial capital, these scholars who take the exam can always make some beautiful stories about the teachers in the fireworks. Are scholars?

Although the ending of such stories is generally a scene where the fallen flowers are intentionally flowing and ruthless, or a plot that is unfaithful and unfaithful.

And in the gatherings between scholars? As two unknown people, He Zhihui and Zhao Dean would not be mentioned at all.

Zhang Jing was mixed in it like a fish entering the water.

After coming back, they always talked endlessly about why Zhao and the others talked about the process during this period, which made the two patients even more envious.

After all, they are all scholars? The innate one's heart is fascinated by this kind of gathering and writing.

Half a month has passed? Finally, I waited until the day when the results were released in September, outside the tribute court?        There are traffic.

Except for some scholars who are hard to stand their hearts, they only dare to wait for the reporters to come to the door in the inn? Most scholars who can get up will come to the tribute court.

But seeing the crowds of people outside the screen wall in front of the tribute courtyard?                                                                                                                      

Apart from these scholars, the most urgent thing is to register. They do not have the fear of gains and losses of scholars. They are all waiting for the list to be announced, so they can rush to congratulate the scholars after they are awarded.

Everyone stood in front of the list, with 128 people on the list? More than 20 people on the deputy list, and only 150 people on the two lists? The 8,000 scholars here are destined to be disappointed.

After all, Qianlong had an order to list Zhili, Jiangnan, western Jiangxi, eight Fujian, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Huguang as major provinces? One juren per person was allowed to sign 80 imperial examinations; Qilu, Hedong, Central Plains, Guanzhong, Sichuan and eastern Guangdong were listed as central provinces? One juren per person? Sixty juren per person were allowed to sign 60 imperial examinations.

That is, eighty people take one and sixty people take one.

Jin Juren? Yin Jinshi, poor scholar, indeed.

"Brother Zhengli!"

"Brother Dexiu!"

Ji Fuli found Zhang Jing on the list and the two started chatting.

"Why didn't you see cousin Ming (He Zhihui) and brother Yancai (Zhao De'an's courtesy)?"

Zhang Jing shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I'm still sick. Yancai has already improved, but he didn't expect that after taking a walk in Daxiangguo Temple the day before yesterday, it started to get hot again."

Ji Fuli couldn't help but say, "What a pity, what a pity."

Although I can still have a juren in high school, I won one in the Central Plains for 60, and few people are sure. But since I have come to take the exam, I am somewhat regretful that people will not be able to take the scene when the results are released.

While the two were talking, a row of yamen runners came and everyone said, "The results are released, the results are released!"

Suddenly, countless candidates lost the gentleness and dignity of scholars, and pushed each other, wanting to compete for the first place to see the list.

The list of honors every three years. How many scholars’ expectations does that red list carry?

Seeing this scene, Ji Fuli couldn't help but sigh: "Eight thousand scholars, only 150 people on the two lists of chief and deputy. I wonder who is frustrated and who is proud?" The next scene is inevitable, some people are ecstatic and some are very sad.

Zhang Jing also sighed. This Juren is a real threshold. Only after becoming a Juren can he be considered a real person among the countryside. Even officials should be respected three points, and what is the scholar?

Just a scholar, it is difficult to truly enter the officialdom; but it is much easier for a juren, just like Zhang Jing's grandfather and Ji Fuli's gentleman.

Amid the noise of countless scholars, Yan Fu, the chief examiner of the provincial examination, Ge Yuan, and many examiners, and under the escort of the officers and soldiers, climbed the Singing Building next to the Gongyuan from the other side.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With three cannons, all the scholars immediately became quiet. Everyone looked up at the officials singing the scriptures.

Then Zhang Jing was stunned.

He heard his name and was ranked 71st in the list. This was definitely a huge surprise, but this surprise was as expected because he had done some questions in this exam.

There are only so many words in the Four Books and Five Classics. Over the years, they have been giving different questions in different ways, and the teachers in the world are also making different questions in different ways. Then there will always be times when a blind cat hits a dead mouse.

Zhang Jing belongs to this situation.

But what happened to He Zhihui and Zhao Dean?

They were actually in high school?
Chapter completed!