Magistrate Wang was reprimanded by the court, his official status was taken away, and his awards were withdrawn.
The people he recommended would naturally turn against him, whether they were young boys, officials, or righteous men, they would all be rejected.
He Qingxuan said at the beginning that the water in the boy examination is very deep!
"Actually, this is also a good thing for you." Zhao Jin comforted: "If you follow the step-by-step process to obtain fame, you will not be criticized by others, but it will be beneficial in the long run."
Chen Ping was surprisingly calm and said: "I understand."
"Even if there is no boy exam, I will still take the exam from the county exam to the palace exam!"
Zhao Jin felt relieved and reached out to pat Chen Ping on the shoulder, "If you can have such ambition, Ye Lao Jiuquan will be happy." After saying that, he hung the wine gourd back on his waist: "I can't stay here for a long time.
, there is something fishy about the county magistrate, I will continue to investigate along the Canghe River."
"At least, we must find the county minister and let him rest in peace."
He raised his eyes and finally took a deep look at the three children.
"You should study hard and don't worry about things that shouldn't be done."
Chen Ping quickly reminded: "The issuance of official documents from the imperial court needs to be reviewed at all levels. It is still unknown who is framed by Magistrate Wang. Brother Zhao, please don't be impulsive."
Zhao Jin smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not an impulsive person."
The few people were in heavy hearts and had no intention of exchanging pleasantries. After a while, Zhao Jin turned and left.
The smell of alcohol dissipated in front of the grave, and after Chen Ping and the others paid homage to Magistrate Wang, they sadly returned to the academy.
None of the three mentioned the matter of Tongzi Ju again, and they just continued reading, composing, reciting scriptures, and studying historical texts as usual.
Within a few days, the news that Chen Ping was replaced in the election spread throughout Qingsong Town.
Li Yang and others wanted to comfort Chen Ping, but Chen Ping acted as if nothing had happened and instead comforted them and said, "Teachers, don't worry. As the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire. Without the boy examination, students will still move forward on the road to the imperial examination."
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Only Li Yang was aggrieved, and from then on he took the three of them with him and taught them personally.
The county examination is different from the Tongzi Examination, and there are still three years left.
Li Yang changed his usual laziness and focused all his attention on them, as if he was fulfilling his old friend's last wish.
......
The bank of Cang River.
Zhao Jin has been hanging around for several months, stepping on almost every cobblestone.
The surging river washes away traces of the past.
Even if someone had been soaked in the water for so long, they would have died long ago.
He could only hold on to a glimmer of hope and inquire along both sides of the Cang River.
Because of the flood discharge, many houses downstream have been abandoned, and even farmland has been abandoned.
Only recently have people returned to the area to start composting in preparation for farming in the coming year.
Zhao Jin changed into dark green clothes, green leather boots, and the iron ruler in his hand had been replaced by a hidden blade, hidden in the cuffs.
On this day, he passed by the farmland being composted on the south bank and wanted to ask if anyone had seen the unknown drowned body nearby.
The old cows were mooing on the field ridge, and several old people were beating their knees with their pipes. One of them looked at the Cang River and suddenly said: "This flood has taken away Mr. Chen's son. Will Mr. Chen still have his fields?"
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Zhao Jin gave a quick meal.
The old man holding the cigarette pole laughed, "Boss Chen himself is gone, where can he still have fields?"
"He's dead?" The old man patted Lao Niu's back and said vaguely: "When did it happen? Why wasn't there even a funeral?"
The old man with a cigarette stick shook his head, his gray eyes fell on the Cang River, and said: "Well, he jumped from here, and I helped to salvage the body."
The old man on the back of the cow was horrified, but when he remembered that Mr. Chen had no one at home, he became very angry, "It's all because of the corrupt officials. A good family has been treated like a bastard!"
"Don't tell me, I really believed that beast when he was pretending! How can a person be so bad?"
"When I was digging the ditch, I saw them working here even at night, and I even thought about sending them some food. It's really unlucky!"
Zhao Jin opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his lips, an idea flashed in his mind, and his color suddenly changed.
He was also supervising the work when the canal was being dug that day. The civilian workers and the government officials had been working on the north bank and were resting at night.
Why are there people digging trenches on the south bank?
He hurriedly walked towards the old people and asked, "Old man, you just said that when you were digging the ditch, someone was also working on the south bank?"
Several old people were startled by him. The tall man with sharp eyes immediately lowered his voice.
"Ah, yes, what's wrong?"
"When?" Zhao Jin said in a deep voice, his heart slowly clenching.
The old man was a little frightened and muttered: "It was the night before the embankment collapsed."
"Are you sure it's here? Do you remember which area it is?"
"Then how can we not remember," the old man raised his hand and pointed, "that's where Mr. Chen's son died, just in the gap in the river embankment. Young man, you are not from here, are you?"
Gap in the riverbank!
Pictures flashed through Zhao Jin's mind, and he felt furious. He ran towards the south bank of the river embankment without replying.
The gap in the river embankment has been washed away by the river water, but the surrounding soil is still preserved.
Zhao Jin jumped into the water without thinking and groped in the turbid water.
Not long after, he quickly climbed out of the water and sat on the ground.
This place was hit by floods, and the soil was sparse and flowed away quickly, but the soil at the breach was very thick, so it should be difficult to break away.
"It's not an accident..."
Zhao Jin's back felt numb, as if an invisible hand was brushing against him, and his hair stood on end!
Mr. Ye's calculation was correct. The flood discharge channel could have completely diverted the flood, but someone tampered with the south bank embankment!
That terrible flood was caused intentionally!
So many lives were ruined!
Beast, beast!
Zhao Jin suddenly stood up, his eyes bursting with a biting light.
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Huating Academy.
Li Yangzheng looked at Chen Ping's poem, took a breath slowly, rolled up his sleeves and picked up Ye Chongwen's poem again.
Comparing the two, his eyes couldn't help but be tinged with worry.
Chen Ping sat on the same spot, his expression slightly embarrassed.
"It has ups and downs and neat contrasts. It's fair to say that the two sentences rhyme together." After a long time, Li Yang spoke again, "But the question I asked was about homesickness. This 'land is secluded and there are no ordinary guests, and the dragon stings nine deep materials.'"
…Isn’t it a bit off topic?”
Ye Chongwen and He Qingxuan looked at each other and laughed unconsciously.
Li Yang was speechless. No wonder Ye Laochang once praised Chen Ping in front of him for his intelligence, his ability to learn and use, his talent in arithmetic, and his ability to understand policy theory and classics.
Just above this poem, there are only a few sentences that have not been said.
At first, Li Yang thought it was because his old friend liked arithmetic, so he didn't pay attention to this kind of poetry. But now it seems...
"Your strategies and theories are always good in Ming Jing, and you don't need me to give you any advice on arithmetic." He paused and spoke seriously. "Although poetry does not take up a large part, poetry and prose in the examination room do not need to be amazing, at least they must be qualified.
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Chen Ping looked embarrassed, "Teacher, don't be angry. In fact, when it comes to poetry, students are quite quick-witted."
Chen Ping looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, nose and nose. He did fall short in poetry. That was because all his energy was spent on policy discussions.
In the future, when you are in the examination room, if you really have no other choice, you can only act as a "paper copying official" and act as an emergency.
If there are poems, immortal poems, holy poems and ghosts to bless you, you won’t be classified as a poor student no matter what, right?
Li Yang only felt that Chen Ping couldn't lose face and used strong words to make excuses.
After a long while, he sighed and said: "Li Feng."
"Ahem." Li Feng cleared his throat and strode in. "Teacher, please speak."
"During this period, you take your three juniors to study poetry and prose." It was said that there were three people, but Li Yang pointed at Chen Ping and said: "One hour every day."
Chen Pingdao: "Teacher, but other subjects..."
"What you are going to take is the county exam. You still have time, so why are you in a hurry?" Li Yang scolded as if he hated the iron, "If you want to be foolproof, you should strive for excellence!"
Chen Ping looked at Li Feng with a painful expression.
Li Feng had an expression of gloating on his face, raised the poetry collection in his hand and shook it.
Chen Ping looked at Ye Chongwen again for help.
Ye Chongwen ignored it and turned around, "Brother Qingxuan, what do you think we are having for lunch?"
The boat of friendship can capsize at any time.
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