Chen time passed, and the sunlight shining through the gate only fell into a small area.

When the bright spot was blocked by a figure, a happy news came out.

"Good news from the master of Lianzhou, Guangdong, Zhang Huiyishan, the 359th tribute scholar in the Wuwu examination in the high school, and the saint in the Golden Palace!"

Brush...

While the thirty-eight juren in the lobby were both disappointed, they also looked towards Zhang Yishan, with envy in their eyes.

The fame and honor pursued by scholars all over the world have now fallen on this inconspicuous scholar-in-law in western Guangdong. How can they not make them envious and how can they not make them jealous?

But he saw Zhang Yishan, who was over 30 years old, with two lines of tears flowing down his eyes, and he was stunned.

"I dare to ask if it's Mr. Zhang Yishan?"

The official who reported the good news saw that no one responded, but also noticed the juren sitting in the distance, so he bowed his hands seriously and asked. It was not the first time he reported the good news, so he naturally knew that those on the list would have some abnormal behavior.

This reaction is definitely good, and there are many people who went crazy on the spot.

"Yes, he is Mr. Zhang Yishan!"

"Brother Zhang, it's really awesome!"

"Brother Yishan, I'm happy and congratulating. Get up and receive the good news!"

...

Although everyone felt a little disappointed, they also pointed to Zhang Yichao enthusiastically. Some people were worried that his legs were weak, so they stepped forward to help him up.

Everyone is also open-minded. The Guangdong Juren is at a disadvantage, and few people can really win the Jinshi. Now thirty-nine people can have one more Jinshi, so in the future, one more will be taken care of in the officialdom.

That's why after the loss, I am also sincerely happy for Zhang Yishan.

The moment Zhang Yishan received the good news, he suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly, knocked to the south and said, "Mom, I passed the imperial examination, I passed the imperial examination, you can finally enter the ancestral hall, wuwu..."

Everyone watched him knock on the floor, and the sound of the floor was very terrifying, so they stepped forward to support him and advised: "Don't do this! Your mother knows, your mother will be happy for you!"

However, everyone did not expect that at such a happy moment, he was thinking of his mother, who was indeed a filial son.

Zhang Yishan was helped up by everyone, but he cried non-stop.

Originally, he did not dare to expect a Jinshi, but for this long-cherished wish and for his concubine's mother to enter the Zhang family's ancestral hall, he also gritted his teeth and insisted on coming.

But he never expected that he was really in high school, and he broke out from 4,500 juren and became a tribute member of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Yishan's eyes were filled with tears, slowly unfolding the good news and carefully looking at it, but suddenly he was stunned.

359th place?

Many juren also saw the good news and looked at each other in an instant.

However, they did not forget that the Ministry of Rites announced that the Enke admitted 300 tribute scholars in this time before the examination, but why did it now run out of 359?

In fact, when the good news was reported, some people had already noticed the strangeness, but they thought it was the official who reported the good news that the good news had reported the mistake. But now the good news is written like this, which makes things suddenly become strange.

"I don't know the little one, but the good news is absolutely correct. Let's say goodbye first!"

The official who took the wedding money shook his head and hurriedly left. But he didn't blame him for not being in a hurry. As long as he sent an extra good news today, he would get a lot of silver.

Especially the later, the more you get, the more you get, how can you not let them work hard?

"Can you... get it wrong?" A Juren's gaze moved away from the good news and muttered.

Zhang Yishan, holding the good news, looked at the "349th" on the good news, and was worried that it would be a joy and a waste.

Manager Chen found that Lin Weiran looked at him, and was also a clever man, and immediately bowed to everyone and said, "I'll send someone to inquire now!" Then he called the smartest monkey, and asked him to go out and inquire about this.

What's going on?

The monkey had just left for a while, and a horse cried far away, and another wave of good news appeared in front of the door.

"Jiebao, the master of Guangzhou, Guangdong, Yang Huifutian, the 348th tribute scholar in the Wuwu examination in the high school, and the saint in the Golden Palace!"

This time, it turned out to be a good news from Yang Futian, and he was still ranked outside the third hundredth.

Yang Futian was naturally very happy, but he spread out the good news that really said "Thirty-eighth place" but his heart was also scared, and he was afraid that he would be happy and empty.

"Jiebao, the master of Gaozhou, Guangdong, Chen Huiqingshu, the 326th tribute scholar in the Wuwu examination in the high school, and the saint in the Golden Palace!"

"Jiebao, Master Huizhou, Guangdong, Li Huiwenjie, the 322nd tribute scholar in the Wuwu examination in the high school, and the saint in the Golden Palace!"

...

The two good news were delivered to the Chaozhou Guild Hall almost at the same time, which made everyone feel a little more distressed.

This time, 39 of them went to the exam. It was originally expected that four of them would win the Jinshi, but now the list has not reached the 300th, but four tribute scholars have appeared.

The question is also a coincidence. The Ministry of Rites clearly announced 300 people. Do these tribute scholars outside the 300 really count?

"I don't believe that these people who announce the good news dare to tease us like this. I don't care. Manager Chen, please set off fireworks to celebrate!" After the team that announced the good news left, Lin Qingran made a decision in his heart and made a decision toward Manager Chen.

Yang Futian immediately echoed: "His grandma, I'll admit it if I'm really embarrassed!"

Manager Chen nodded quickly, and called out a few guys to carry fireworks to the yard, celebrating that the tribute scholars in their guild were released, so that everyone nearby knew about this.

Bang!

A string of fireworks went straight into the sky and spread out in the air.

In front of the Jiangxi Guild Hall, a group of reporters are busy building high platforms, striving to complete the project before the end of the report.

However, the project was not going well, and the aisle left was still a bit narrow. The official who reported the good news would ride by every time, daring to crush everything on this narrow road.

These officials who reported the good news were with the emperor's will, and were racing against time to grab money. If you dare to stop them, they would dare to show their swords. Therefore, the busy workers approached the aisle and avoided them every time they heard the sound of horse hooves.

Since this is an alley, the team of the announcement had to return the same route, which seriously affected their work.

"These Cantonese guys are really lucky!"

Yan Donghai was also concerned about the progress of the project. He watched another wave of teams passing by the guild hall and gritted his teeth in the direction of the Chaozhou guild hall.
Chapter completed!