Zhou Bo also watched the list below.

Jiang Yizhou asked, "Brother Zhou, where do you want to go?"

The two met these days. After contact, they felt that the other party was quite spleen and stomach, and they could be called at first sight.

Zhou Bo replied, "I want to go to the government to be a document. Brother Jiang, how about you?" He was a master, and he went to the gate.

Jiang Yizhou hesitated, and said, "I want to go to the county guarding government as a doorkeeper." He knew that the government had a lot of work. With his unforgettable ability, he would go to the government, and he must do a lot of work.

The staff staff should be less, right?

"Very good." Zhou Bo respected his choice.

Such a dialogue occurs under the red wall and red list.

Three lists, given three choices for those who are capable and talented.

For ordinary people, all three are excellent opportunities.

The county guard Lu Desheng recruited guest staff, more like a supplement to the government's recruitment. Those who have the ability, but have a defect in identity or elsewhere.

Master Lu's doorkeeper is also excellent.

But everyone can only report one place, because the time of these three exams is the same, and it is useless to register more.

No, the exam has not yet begun, and all interested people face the first problem, how to choose. To make this decision, they need to have a clear understanding of themselves.

Gu Er returned to the south, the next day when he talked to Da Shao.

With the advice of the confidant housekeeper, Xun Da decided to return to the south with Gu Er.

Before returning, Ya Da gave the rest of the silver bones to Wu Ren, and let him watch him help them, and hurriedly chased people.

Wu Ren held the key to open the Ding Ding's Tianxian room and saw the full box of gold and silver. His people counted it, about 50,000 to 60,000.

Wu Ren laughed. Look, what is trust, this is called trust. Compared with Gu Eryi and Gu Eryi, he made a judgment.

Chang'an, Palace

The emperor Song Mo was coming to the Royal Study House to read the memorial, Zhang Xian and Zuo Anmin accompanied.

Recently, Song Mo's mood was very good, and the problem in the southern land was solved. The concubine was selected in the palace. He was married at the end of the year. That is to say, when the seal was opened at the beginning of next year, he could be in his own political.

There have been two years in the test.

He was in a good mood. When he discovered that Lu Desheng had passed up, he opened it with interest.

Song Mo quickly finished watching, "Well, Liaodong County wants to run a college?" Lu Disheng said on the folding son, ask him to ask him.

Zhang Xian immediately said, "Emperor, this Lord Lu still has a very eye -catching, you might as well give a question?"

Song Mo's words are really good, and he has always been proud of this. In those forbearing days, he rely on copying books.

Zuo Anmin's lips, horse fart!

Song Mo was in a good mood, inscribed, yes, "OK, just according to Zhang Aiqing's words, come to the person, wait for the pen and ink!"

Song Mo ordered, the eunuchs stepped forward, one changed his new ink, and the other paved the paper.

He took a wolf and started dipping ink.

It didn't take long for the four characters of Liaodong Academy.

"Good words!" Zuo Anmin took the lead.

Zhang Xian followed him, "It's really good, the Dragon Snake flys, walk around the dragon!"

Looking at this calligraphy, Song Mo was also very satisfied, "After the ink dries, ask the people below to send it to Lu Desheng as soon as possible."

In the past, Xie Zhan completely solved the problem of the Southland for him, without any need for money or food from the treasury, and even made a gold mine and millions of cash in cash. Now Liaodong County wants to set up an academy. The establishment of a school is a function of education, and he is the emperor.

One of the achievements.

However, Song Mo's good mood did not last forever.

As soon as he left the two ministers to have lunch together, the chamberlain came in a hurry, with an inexplicable look of horror on his face.

"Your Majesty, it's not good."

Zuo Anmin scolded, "Bold! Don't talk nonsense in front of the Holy Master!"

Song Mo was also very unhappy.

When Zuo Anmin reprimanded the servant, he fell to his knees on the ground and slapped himself twice, "The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die."

Song Mo raised his hand to stop him from continuing to slap him, "Okay, tell me, why are you so alarmed?"

"Your Majesty, Nanyang Earth Dragon has turned over!"

Song Mo stood up suddenly and was shocked, "What?!"

Zuo Anmin and Zhang Xian were also surprised. They couldn't help but look at each other, and then moved their eyes away in disgust. However, they both calmed down with a tacit understanding.

Song Mo paced back and forth, anxious and uneasy in his heart.

Just after the disaster in Nandi passed, Nanyang was moved. God, this thief, I can't bear to see him happy one day! I don't know how many people were affected by the disaster. I hope it won't be too serious, otherwise he will have to punish himself. He

It’s only the second year since he ascended the throne!

Zuo Anmin rolled his eyes, took the tea on the table, walked over and handed it to Song Mo, "Your Majesty, don't panic, have a sip of tea to calm down your shock."

Song Mo took it unconsciously, and after drinking it, he came to his senses and asked, "Zuo Aiqing, what should I do about this?"

Zuo Anmin: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang has been working abroad in the past and has rich experience in governing local areas. Do you remember that there was an earthquake in Changli under his administration?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xian's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Zuo Anmin with a cold light!

Old thing, harm me!

Song Mo looked at Zhang Xian, "Zhang Aiqing, what do you think?"

Zhang Xian knew that he must not give in or shirk at this time. As the emperor's favorite, the emperor has a big problem. He is looking at you. You can't hide. When it is time to take responsibility, if you hide out, that doesn't mean you don't care about the emperor's life or death.

? If you don’t care whether the emperor lives or lives, then you are not far from death.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to share the Emperor's worries and take orders to Nanyang to deal with this matter!" Zhang Xian immediately expressed his position.

Song Mo was very satisfied with his attitude. He walked to Zhang Xian and patted his shoulder, "Zhang Aiqing, you are very good. Are there any difficulties in going to Nanyang?"

"Your Majesty, can you assign a deputy to Wei Chen to assist him in governing Nanyang?"

"Can."

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Zuo Anmin's heart.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zuo is very capable. Please let him go to Nanyang with his ministers." Zhang Xian cursed in his heart. Even if he dies, I will keep you as my support!

Now it was Zuo Anmin's turn to stare wide-eyed!

Song Mo looked at Zuo Anmin thoughtfully, "Zuo Aiqing, what do you think?"

Zuo Anmin's face was stiff and he said, "I will accept my order."

Damn it, you shot yourself in the foot! Zhang Xian, you are cruel!
Chapter completed!