Late at night, the cold wind howled by, blowing through the entire examination room. The evil wind was everywhere, and it was biting and cold, chilling the heart and lungs.
It is impossible for Yuzhu to carry enough silver frost charcoal for three days, so he must use it sparingly.
Therefore, just like the provincial examination, Yuzhu swallowed a few handfuls of fried rice, wrapped himself in a thick sable fur cloak, and fell into a deep sleep.
Under the gaze of four Eight Banners soldiers, Yuzhu hurriedly lit a fire. The small copper pot he brought was smashed by the Eight Banners soldiers who searched it, but it was still used.
Yuzhu boiled a pot of water, made a cup of hot tea, and took a few greedy sips.
It felt like going deep into the desert, almost dying of thirst, and unexpectedly encountering a large lake in an oasis.
There is no other way, just swallow the fried rice dryly. If you eat too much, your throat will definitely smoke.
After his cold hands were warmed by the cover, Yuzhu quickly picked up the pen in his hand and began to answer the questions.
The materials I brought were very limited, and the exam only lasted three days. I had no choice but to be frugal in everything.
After Yuzhu finished half of the test questions, while he was heating hot water, he suddenly thought of something.
Hehe, those candidates who forgot to bring the stove, copper kettle and charcoal due to negligence, maybe their hands are so cold that they can't even hold a pen?
Tang Bing once said that the imperial examination test not only tests knowledge, but also tests the common sense of survival in the examination room.
In the last Shuntian Prefecture Provincial Examination, there were several so-called great talents who were more famous than Yuzhu, but they failed. The lesson was that they could not adapt to the difficult situation in the examination room.
To put it bluntly, I didn’t engage in devilish training like Tang Bing, and I didn’t suffer enough!
While Yuzhu was answering the question, someone was peeing next to him under the surveillance of the soldiers.
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh..." The sound of water pouring kept coming, and the man was obviously holding back.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it stinks."
"Why are you so slow? It's killing people." The soldier responsible for surveillance urged the man impatiently.
"Masters, I'm really holding it back. Could you please stop urging me to go? The more you urge me, the harder it will be to urinate."
"Humph, who urged you? If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be punished as cheating, and you will be dragged out directly and the shackles will be on display for half a month!"
There was quite a commotion in the toilet next door. However, Yuzhu was not affected at all and continued to write as fast as ever.
Only those who pass the examination are considered to be of the same year.
A fellow student who failed the exam, hey, who are you?
Yinshuang charcoal is limited, so Yuzhu can only use it sparingly. When not boiling water, you can only adjust the damper of the small stove to the minimum to keep the charcoal as long as possible.
In the cold season of late spring, when the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, body temperature loses very quickly.
Yuzhu was forced to have no choice but to wrap the cold small copper kettle filled with water and the small hand stove filled with silver frost charcoal in a large mink fur cloak to keep it warm as long as possible.
Even if it is slightly warm water, it is much more comfortable to drink and the stomach can tolerate it than completely cold ice water.
On the second day of the exam, before dark, Yuzhu had finished typing the draft.
Fortunately, he was only engaged in mental work, so Yuzhu's physical exertion was not great. For dinner, he just grabbed a few handfuls of fried rice. After eating, he wrapped himself in a big cloak and fell asleep.
With the experience of the college examination, the big cloak Yuzhu used this time was like a big quilt.
There is plenty of money in Li Si'er's pocket. As long as Yuzhu needs it, she will spend any amount of money on it.
Half asleep and half awake, Yuzhu seemed to hear someone screaming from the cold, and the soldiers who were guarding him took him out of the examination room.
No matter what, even if there is a knife outside, it is none of Yuzhu's business.
The world is vast and the tributes in the examination are the greatest. Others are not worthy of Yuzhu's concern.
On the last day, Yuzhu still followed the old habit of the provincial examination. After eating a lot of fried rice and drinking enough hot water, he started to copy the test papers.
During the provincial examination, the deputy chief examiner Wang Zhishan could not find Yuzhu's paper.
That's because when Yuzhu wrote his essay, he deliberately suppressed all the flamboyant characteristics of young people and disguised himself as an old man's paper.
Yuzhu was worried that because he came from a wealthy family, his fellow examiners or the chief examiner would deliberately find trouble and get him fired.
Before this exam, Tang Bing had categorically said that as long as he successfully handed in the paper, he would win the exam and there would be no chance of any accidents.
The judgment of Tang Bing, an old scholar and old fox, coincided with Yu Zhu's views.
This time, the matter was of great importance. After Yuzhu finished copying in the afternoon, he carefully checked it three times from beginning to end. He waited until it was dark before turning in the paper.
In the next eight days, Yuzhu took two more tests in the examination room.
In fact, whether it is a provincial examination or a general examination, the examiners only pay attention to the questions on the Four Books and Five Classics in the first session.
The next two exams are both exam-taking subjects that are not very interesting.
However, the imperial examinations presided over by the emperor were different. The number one candidates in the past years were all tribute scholars who had better answers on current affairs.
Hehe, when it comes to the palace examination, it will definitely be Yuzhu's home court.
With his rich political experience, he has experienced all practical issues in small-scale peasant society beforehand.
Being a problem solver in a small town is not for nothing. The answers to the questions and answers he has honed in advance are all sub-optimal strategies that are completely practical.
Why is it a second-best strategy?
Because no matter which dynasty the emperor made a decision, it was impossible to choose the best strategy, and could only be forced to choose the second-best strategy.
The logic is actually very simple. The most beneficial countermeasures for the emperor will inevitably harm the interests of vested interest groups.
Under such circumstances, no matter how good the countermeasures are, they will not only fail to benefit the country but will become an excuse for local interest groups to harm ordinary people because they cannot be implemented.
Traitor officials and subordinates are good at using tiger skin as a banner and taking advantage of the opportunity to make black money.
As the saying goes, if the court produces good governance, the local government will do great harm to the people! んttps://www.
After the examination, Yuzhu went home and slept all day.
When Yuzhu woke up, he saw Lin Yan'er taking the initiative to lie on his chest and saying in a tired voice: "Master, there is a beautiful woman, and she is already in my arms."
Yuzhu smiled slightly, put his arm around Lin Yaner's waist, and asked her casually: "What time is it?"
Lin Yan'er nestled in Yuzhu's arms. Through the curtain, she called the girl on duty and ordered her to look at the clock.
"Go back to the Second Master, it's already a quarter past three o'clock." After looking at the clock, the girl on night duty came back and knelt down to report the specific time.
"Well, I'll take care of you little goblin after I fill my stomach." Yuzhu stretched out a finger, hooked Lin Yan'er's delicate chin, gave her red lips a peck, and then
I asked someone to help me change clothes and wash up.
It is completely different from Longkodo and Li Si'er's extravagance. Under normal circumstances, Yuzhu's meal only consists of eight dishes at most, plus a soup.
He himself joked that this is called "eight dishes and one soup".
After finishing the meal, Yuzhu went to the upper room to greet Longkodo and Li Si'er.
In the Long family, due to Li Si'er's arrogance and domineering behavior, the feudal ethical code was basically corrupted beyond recognition.
Li Si'er wears a bright red cheongsam that can only be worn by the wife of the wife every day. Everyone knows that Li Si'er did this deliberately because he wanted to disgust Longkodo's wife, the little Hershey.
To be honest, if Longko was not so protective, the little Hesheli family would have killed Li Si'er, a bitch from outside the family, long ago.
Furthermore, after Suo'etu and his capable sons were killed by Kangxi, the entire Hesheli family seemed to have collapsed, and it never recovered.
Longkodo's wife, without the support of her powerful natal family, lost the confidence to compete with Li Si'er!
Nowadays, no matter how much parents favor sons over daughters, after their daughter gets married, she still has to rely on the support of her parents' family to gain a foothold in her husband's family.
Li Si'er has been unable to enter the gate of the ancestral home of the old Tong family. In the past, the young Hesheli blocked it, but now it is Longkodo's biological mother, and the old Hesheli refused.
After all, the old Hesheli is the biological aunt of the little Hesheli, and the little Hesheli gave birth to Longkodo's eldest son Yue Xing'a early.
The problem is that Longkodo's succession in Lao Tong's family can no longer be described as obvious, but is a certainty.
To put it bluntly, Tong Guowei died in the morning, and Longkodo could assume the title of first-class duke in the afternoon.
What's even more frightening is that after Yuzhu passed the high school examination and passed the Yuan Dynasty, he rose to the top of the court as a Manchu scholar. As long as he is not really stupid, who can't see it?
The old Tong family after Tong Guowei will definitely fall into the hands of Longkoduo and Yuzhu, the third brother of the Tong family. This is a reality that cannot be changed by anyone's will.
Long Keduo was really pissed off. When Tong Guowei died, he simply ignored his eldest son Yue Xing'a and went directly to the memorial, asking Yuzhu to inherit the next generation of the first-class Duke Cheng'en. It was a complete mess.
To put it bluntly, this is what little He Sheli is afraid of. It doesn't matter if she is angry, Yue Xing'a is a direct descendant of the Tong family, why should he be inferior to Yuzhu, that outsider?
In the upper room of the main courtyard, Longkodo was playing with Li Si'er, counting banknotes.
When he was counting happily, Li Si'er suddenly sighed and said, "Master, is it time to arrange a good marriage for our son?"
Longkodo stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Si'er, it's not just one good marriage, but two good marriages."
"Ah? Why?" Li Si'er was stunned immediately, and the banknotes in his hand were scattered all over the kang table.
She was a little confused and couldn't understand, how could Yuzhu talk about two marriages at the same time?
Longkoduo leaned close to Li Si'er's ear, deliberately lowered his voice, and said: "Isn't the old man Qingtai always childless? He is also in his forties, and he has many wives and concubines, but none of them has a child.
Xin'er, alas, has given up all hope of having a parent-child. Now, he wrote to me before and discussed letting our good son Wenquxing take over the third and eighth bedrooms of our old Tong family."
"Concurrent? What do you mean?" Li Si'er asked Longkodo suspiciously.
Longkodo quickly said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, listen to me slowly. You are still our son's biological father, and no one can take it away from you. However, our son also has to call Lao Ba Ama."
That’s all.”
"Why? My good son, Li Si'er, who has worked so hard to raise, is so easy to take advantage of, Qingtai?" Li Si'er got angry, straightened up and glared at Longkodo.
Longkodo kept low and acted small, but after explaining the stakes, Li Si'er turned from anger to joy.
"According to what you say, Qingtai's one million taels of property belongs to our good son?" Li Si'er loves money and will never afford it without profit.
(ps: I only want to thank the brothers of Shoumeng "Feng Liang Wenyue" and do not ask for monthly votes to express my sincere sincerity!)