Yesterday was ridiculous and a day of surprise, and it was another day that made people laugh and cry. Including Yunzhong Bookstore, they voted a lot, but they were always suppressed by more than a dozen votes, haha. However, this month everyone has brought me too many surprises, so what else can I ask for? There are also comments on rewards, subscriptions, recommendations and monthly tickets for readers, and I will write them later. Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket first. Although it was listed on the new book list in July, I will continue to fight. 350,000 words are the guaranteed number of characters I promised. There are also many interesting things happening in Jiangnan.

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Give new Jinshi green robes, white slips, and yellow shirts, which meant that they were real officials of the Song Dynasty, not civilians. The top three had to give them five cups of wine and food, and others gave them rice. But even five cups of wine and food, someone actually drank high. After watching Zheng Lang drink the five cups of wine with difficulty, a small round face looked like Guan Gong's face, and his neck turned red, Zhao Zhen and the ministers laughed.

When it was time to parade on the street with flowers, the eunuch helped him get on the horse and whispered: "Zhuangyuan Gong, be careful."

"It's okay, I know." Zheng Lang also whispered. His mind was still very clear, but he had poor alcohol tolerance and hurt his face, so he became like this.

Zhang Fangping shook his head and smiled bitterly from behind. In fact, he didn't let Zheng Lang drink much. When the eunuch looked at the wine, he saw that he had a poor alcohol tolerance and deliberately looked very shallowly. But he was him and Zheng Lang was Zheng Lang. The two were not easy to compare. They rode outside Donghua Gate. Zhang Fangping asked worriedly: "Zheng Zhuangyuan, it's not important, right?"

"It's okay."

Zhang Fangping looked at himself, then looked at Yang Cha behind him, and said, "I feel guilty."

When drinking, Zhang Fangping learned some news from the officials. He was the second place and he was the second place, but his Majesty was not at the top, and he could not make too much money. He also had a destiny. If he hadn't stopped the Zheng family at that time, and had discussed the plan and wrote a letter together, how could he have the second place?

Zheng Lang's face turned red, and he had a little wine, but his thinking was clear, and he said, "Brother Zhang, you should accept it. If you have no intention to share the worries and troubles of the country and the people, how can you get the opportunity? Even if God gives it, you should also behave in a man. Hard and soft and soft. Thunder and wind are in harmony, and the hardness and softness are in harmony, and the mind is the fundamental point. External opportunities will eventually come, and if you don't have the mind, you can't catch them. If you have the mind, you will come sooner or later. With Brother Tai's ambition and talent, you should accept it."

My mind is still very clear. Otherwise, I would almost be able to say it. This year, only I am the only one who can be selected, and even I may not be far from you.

This is a respect for Zhang Fangping's character. If one of them keeps not forming a party like Zhang Fangping, how could party disputes happen later? But it was because he did not have party support, so he was both civil and military, and his administration was honest. He became another capable official in the Sichuan province after Zhang Yong, but his final political career was difficult to reach its peak.

It is also the confusion of Zheng Lang. If you don’t do anything, it doesn’t matter. If you want a reputation and wealth, what else do you want? If you want the seat under the little emperor’s butt, it’s impossible. It’s possible. The emperor is really so easy to do? Look at Zhao Zhen’s miserable arrival year after year...

If you want to do things, you must form a party. Or form a Zheng party yourself, fight with the Lu party here and fight with the Fan party there? What's the point? Why not go back to Zhengzhou to play.

Another suspicion is that Zheng Lang has read several articles written by Zhang Fangping. He seems to be very good at military affairs and understand the military strategy. However, what will happen if he goes to the battlefield? Zhao Kuo is an example. On the contrary, Han Xin, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei and others rarely read military books and battle strategies, but the battle is very good. If he goes to the battlefield, is Zhang Fangping Pei Xingjian or Ma Su?

If it were Pei Xingjian, it would be a blessing for the country. Civil officials lead troops and military generals lead troops are completely different, and there are countless constraints.

With developed brain cells and thinking about so many things all day long, Zheng Lang couldn't feel tired...

Then he left Donghua Gate!

Jiang Xing'er and Si'er were waiting in the carriage. There were many nobles around, and some noble ladies came over to congratulate them. Their identities were destined to be concubines, but they might not be worthless. It depends on whether the husband respected him or not. If he did not respect him, this concubine was no different from a maid. If the husband respected him, he should not underestimate him.

Is the throne master not respecting these two little maids?

After a while, the two girls blushed by a group of noble ladies, and their eyes were filled with joy. Suddenly, two donkey carts drove over on the sideways, with a silk tent above them. They stopped beside them, and a sound came from inside: "My wife."

Sier and Jiang Xing'er turned their heads and looked at them. They saw four heads sticking out from the two cars, and laughed and scolded: "You are too naughty, why are you here too?"

Sima Guangdao: "My teacher's wife, waiting is not a very beautiful thing."

Wang Anshi said in another caravan: "It's not just not beautiful, it's so simple and painful."

"Let me take a look," he pulled the silk cloth a little, and saw the two little girls lying on the cushion, tilting their butts. He probably couldn't help it at home, so he asked the shopkeeper Yan to call the car and help it up. The two little girls looked ugly and shy, pulling the silk cloth up, and only opened a small mouth. Looking at the four pairs of big thief eyes, Xing'er couldn't laugh and cry, and said, "It's hot, your wounds have not healed, so you can't come out."

"Good to come out." Sima Guang said.

The other three heads are all together.

After staying for a long time, I knew how powerful the two mistresses were. Jiang Xing'er didn't want to quarrel with them. After thinking about it, she ran to the back shop and bought a few towels and veils, handed them to them, and said, "The weather is hot, wipe the sweat."

"Thank you, my wife."

Yan Rong suddenly shouted loudly: "Donghua Gate is open."

Firecrackers were heard, ceremonial guards were rowing, and drums were heard. Zheng Lang walked out slowly on his horse, his little face was still red and simple. Because he developed a little late, his face was still very tender, just like a doll. There was a lot of discussion in the crowd: "The priest general is really small."

"Yes, I'm only seventeen years old."

Zheng Lang cannot be treated as seventeen years old. He has a very calm and steady temperament, and he is like a little adult. So some beautiful girls in the crowd prefer it and scream. There are many people anyway, and I am not alone in calling.

Jiang Xing'er said worriedly: "Has Zheng Lang drunk?"

Sima Guang said: "My teacher's wife, the top scholar must drink, that is the emperor who gave him five cups of wine." Then he looked yearning.

The ceremony just began. After a whole day of struggle, we gathered together at the Gongyuan Preliminary Institute in the evening to set up the bureau. There were also a series of etiquettes here, with three elders of the Minister of Rites, as well as clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, clerks, and clerks. It was not the end of that night. After ten days, we would thank the emperor for several days, and pay a few days to pay a visit to the same year. Then, with forty as the dividing line, the upper one stood in the east corridor, and the lower one stood in the west corridor, and then pay a visit to the top. Then select an elder and the top scholar to pay a visit to the top scholar.

Look at how good the etiquette officer is, and knows the importance of unity, but etiquette is done, but few people actually remember it.

He went to the Imperial College again and paid homage to the ancestors, namely Confucius, and gave him a banquet at Xinglin Garden. All the officials were accompanied. Then he wrote the title of the stone carving. All the fees were paid by the government.

During this process, anyone who saw the top scholar, including Lu Yijian, Li Di, and Zhao Yuanyan, obediently avoided Sanshe.

The gift of leave to return home refers to the scholars in the Jianghuai area of ​​northern Henan, Shandong, Shandong, Guanzhong, and Guanzhong. As for the students on Jiannan and Jiangnan West Road, it was very hard and far away. It took several months to go, so I had to stay in the capital obediently and wait for the court to be awarded an official position. But it was already very humane, and returning home in honor is also a great success in life. In fact, it is to encourage the civil governance. "", and you will be as glorious as these Jinshi in the future.

After a day of trouble, Zheng Lang was exhausted, especially this official uniform made him speechless. The big green robe had a big red flower on it, and even the four-cornered small robe had a red flower slanted on it. Fortunately, the robe was black, if it was green...

The horse was handed over to the officials and when it was time to return to the inn.

Just as he was about to get on the carriage that Song Bo was driving, he saw four heads stretching out sneakily from the other two donkey carts, and said unhappily: "Sima Sanlang, Wang Sanlang, didn't you let you recover from the inn?"

I have to stay in the capital for a while and finally go back. Can't I lie on the cushion and go back to Zhengzhou like this, right?

Before this, we must recover the buttocks and go back, and there is still a marriage to handle. In fact, there are already many people in the capital preparing for marriage. Although the edict made some people frown. It is understandable that the limit for having wives at home is one, but only engagement is restricted?

Some people are even more resentful. Didn’t the Song Dynasty have only been established for decades? During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, there was this trick. Empress Guo Weichai, Concubine Yang Shufei, Concubine Zhang, Concubine Dong De, all four were widows and wives. If the emperor was older, it would be better for this kind of gap.

Where is ethics? Is Guo Wei missing? It can be said that he was the first emperor to start focusing on people's livelihood in the past five generations.

Helplessly, I had to choose a young man who was not married. How many could I choose? More than 500 Jinshi were won, less than 100 people were available for them to choose from. And half of them had already "booked". So some people thought about it, especially some businessmen with relatively low status but richness, turned their attention to the famous scholars of the special lecture. After asking, some were older, their wives died, and some were poor, and they had not left them by themselves because they left them, and became widowers. This is also good. Among the various subjects, you can also find a few dishes with good taste.

Zheng Lang doesn't care about this.

Besides, he really wants to be enemies with the people in the world.

The two mistresses just laughed, I won’t answer, you know.

Sier said coquettishly: "Dalang, should I call you the top scholar or Dalang?"

The little girl covered her head happily.

"If someone calls me, do you want to shout? Are you not afraid of calling me old? I don't like it. Whether I win or not, I will return to the person I used to, especially you, who are my relatives. No matter what others say, don't worry about it. If your family members say that your family is proud, it will only make people laugh at you."

"Here."

Lu Xiaosan disagreed and said, "Zheng Zhuangyuan, you won three yuan in a row, why are you still so low-key?"

"It's a three-yuan win in a row, but Lu Sanlang, have you ever thought that I'm glorious during this period, but what's it after this period?"

Within these ten days, Zheng Lang met the gods and killed the gods. When he met the Buddhas, all the ministers should be polite when they saw them. But after this period of time, when officials were assigned, you should not scare people with the top scorer, otherwise it would be very troublesome. Even during this period, don’t take it seriously, thinking that winning the top scorer will be rampant for a while, and that idea is also very wrong.

He also said: "Water is full, and the moon is full, and the more this happens, the more humble and cautious you must be, and it has nothing to do with hypocrisy. But on the other hand, the lower the trough, the more you cannot be discouraged, and you are cheering up and finding hope for life. The so-called victory is not arrogant, and defeat is inappropriate."

"I understand the top scholar. If the yin is strong and the yang is used to treat it, the yang is strong and the yin is used to treat it. It is also called the doctrine of the mean." Wang Anshi said.

"It can also be said." Zheng Lang smiled, but in this way, the more the doctrine of the mean is explained, the more trouble it will be. So when will Confucianism be completed? After saying this, he did not criticize a few young people, and he was only a teenager. How could he not be curious? He said again: "Go back."

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The little top scholar was unable to drink, which became a joke. It spread quickly.

All the scholars are ready to go, this time I have it. I will not talk about poetry, lyrics, fu, essays, words, piano, painting, and strength. That is what a martial artist does. We are noble literati, and we are disdainful to do it. But we can drink with you.

Zheng Lang was very sad, and a series of activities did not end. He could not leave the capital immediately. In the past, he came to study hard on the books of sages, but everyone could understand that now he has won the three yuan in a row. These days are the carnival of the new Jinshi. If you study behind closed doors, you may not be too arrogant. There is no reason to refuse.

The next day, he flew into the inn like snowflakes. Zheng Lang felt in his heart and pulled Zhang Fangping, which had nothing to do with friendship. Zhang Fangping had been with Shandong (east of Taihang Mountain and Wushan Mountain, not today's Shandong) since he was a child. Liu Qian, Wu Hao, Shi Yannian, Wei Bufa, Chen Jing, Tian Du, and Ma Wu were all so angry that they could not be hired. He made curious statements, even if he was drunk, or if he was traveling with other drunkards, and he would not evaluate whether he was right or wrong, which made him very good at drinking.

It turns out that Zhang Fangping was regarded as a wine barrel.

Helplessly, I couldn't drink, so I had to drag a powerful cushion over.

That's it, you have to drink a few less cups. Well, you're so dizzy that you're pulling it back in a carriage. As soon as you arrived at the inn, you asked two small yellow gates to introduce them to the palace.

When Zhao Zhen saw his red face, he laughed and said, "Zheng Qing, how many cups have you drunk?"

"Four cups."

"There are more four cups," Zhao Zhen said, and both laughed wildly with Yan Wenying. One cup of wine was about two or three taels, but it was not the high-level liquor of later generations. Most of the wines in the Song Dynasty were rice wine in nature and had a relatively low degree. Otherwise, there would be no plot in "Water Margin" where Wu Song drank eighteen bowls of wine to fight tigers. The bowls were larger than the cups. If the old soju wine, the alcohol capacity would be lowered. Don't beat the tiger, and it would be a problem if you didn't walk. Even if the little emperor could drink ten or eight cups of wine.

After Zhao Zhen finished laughing, he replied to Yan Wen: "Go and make a cup of quenching tea."

"Here."

Zhao Zhen looked at Zheng Lang again and said, "Can you have too much?"

"A little more, but my head is still clear."

"That's good, I ask you, why do you want to go to Jiangnan?"

"Your Majesty, I have already thought about it. I still want to go to Jiangnan even if I haven't won the top scorer. My main purpose is to compile the book. If I compile this book well, it may be helpful to the country."

"What does it have to do with studying books and going to Jiangnan?" Zhao Zhen heard a little, and this is very moderate. But he didn't understand the help of Zheng Lang very well, and it was difficult for others to understand. But it is indeed very important, tolerant and adjust, what effect will it have on the party struggles in the future? Of course, this requires Zheng Lang himself to have a reputation. The more famous he is, the easier this concept will be promoted. However, it is also an idealization, and I want these ministers to stop fighting in the future? It is impossible!

"I am working behind closed doors now and don't know much about the actual life of the people. Or I only see the life of some people in Zhengjiazhuang and have no overall view. If I stay in the capital, I can only serve as some deputy positions. The departments involved have a heavy responsibility, so I cannot implement this concept. I want to release it because I want to combine theory with practice, improve my theory, and then see what effect the theory will produce in bringing it into practice. So I have said lightly to several young men that I will ask Your Majesty to make me serve as a county magistrate in Jiangnan after the palace exam."

"County magistrate?"

"Yes, my age is too young, and the county magistrate is enough."

"It's not appropriate. You are not greedy for power. However, if you make this example, how can I be appointed as an official in the future?"

"That's right..." Zheng Lang came up drunk and looked at Zhao Zhen dizzyly.

Zhao Zhen looked at his drunken look and laughed again, saying, "Drink tea."

Zheng Lang took a sip of tea, and Zhao Zhen asked again: "So why is Jiangnan?"

Yesterday, I heard many officials' explanations in Chongzheng Hall, but it was not Zheng Lang's answer, so Zhao Zhen asked again.

"Your Majesty, I am still young and have room for growth, but it is difficult to convince people at a young age. There are nobles in the northern and southern prefectures. Seeing that I am young, some difficult incidents may occur. Not many of them will happen. If several of them occur, it will be unfair. The reason why this is the choice of Jiangnan. Moreover, Jiangnan has not been fully developed and has more development opportunities. I also want to try it and see how far I can achieve."
To be continued...