When Zheng Lang thought about this, he seemed to regret it again. If he wanted to become a test-making point, it would be better for Hangzhou and Suzhou, but he smiled. Even if he added a few young people, he had wisdom, but when he arrived at a big state like Suzhou and Hangzhou, something would happen.

So he said again: "It's better to be on the edge of the Yangtze River..."

"Why is the Yangtze River?"

"There are more achievements on the Yangtze River." The reason is not mentioned anymore. This is the advantage of natural conditions. Overall, the seaside is better than the riverside, the riverside is better than the plain, the plain is better than the mountainous areas, and the mountainous areas are better than the plateau desert. There is no absolute. If the local parents have the ability, even the desert areas can make it bloom. If you only care about greed for cuttlefish, even Suzhou and Hangzhou can make them smoky.

In this way, the positioning is only in several states. Later, Dangtu as the center will add Taipingzhou in Wuhu, Zhenzhou in Jiangpu, Hexian Hanshan in Hexian, Wuwei Wuwei Army, and Chizhou. At present, these states are not big, the people are simple, and the economic foundation is not very poor, and they are all middle and upper states.

In fact, it was for Lu Yijian to listen. Some of Lu Gongzhu would not tell his father after he went back, and some would tell his father, especially this one. Then Lu Yijian would definitely help with him, which was also a tacit understanding. Lu Yijian would know the intention he said in front of Lu Gongzhu, but anyway, it was a state, and now few people know how much difference can be between the riverside and the inland prefectures, so why not support it?

The boys were all very excited. They worked together to manage and smiled and tried happily.

Finally it ended. After a series of ceremonies were held in the venue in early April, Zheng Lang took the two young men back, and Yan Rong and Lu Gong were still in the capital. They only went back to prepare for the wedding, and after the end, they had to return to Beijing to wait for the arrangements of the Ministry of Personnel.

Zhengzhou City is revealed to you again.

Sier said reluctantly: "Dalang, we rarely go home in the future."

"It's me, not you. If you want to come back and see it in the future, it's okay."

Sier tilted her head and thought for a while, saying, "Dalang, do you want to?"

"Think about it. Why don't you think about it? You must lose what you gain." However, I thought of another thing. In the past, Wang Zeng won three yuan in a row and the magistrate was ready to welcome him. Wang Zeng made a clever dress up and sneaked back home. The magistrate blamed him. Wang Zeng said: "You are lucky enough to be in high school. Why dare to be a lover of the elders and fellow villagers? You dare not bear it."

Do you want to do this yourself?

I thought about it for a moment, let it go, too lazy to make a false statement.

...

Xu was also preparing at home, and his two sons were coming back. One was a Jinshi, the other was the same Jinshi, and the granddaughter of the prime minister was busy. Then he ran to Cui Youjie and said, "Official, do you think my family is going to start to develop?"

"Why did this come from?"

"Two Jinshis and one top son-in-law, who can match the world?"

"The Zheng family is the developed one. How great are you expecting our two sons to be able to achieve in the future?" Cui Youjie said in a deep voice.

My son-in-law was extremely talented and had a little soft-skinned style. At some point, my daughter made up for his style. His wisdom was also an internal adviser, and two powerful students were able to maintain it at any time. The only flaw in his son-in-law immediately became a wall of iron. It was difficult to think about it. But my two sons knew it themselves, and in the future, he could be an honest official and reach his own level, and smoke began to emerge from the ancestral grave of the Cui family.

"Son-in-law..." Xu didn't say anything, and this son-in-law didn't like him.

"He cultivates moral integrity. As long as you are not philanthropic, he will not avoid you." Cui Youjie said angrily, almost letting his wife ruin this good marriage.

“He wasn’t that way when he was a kid…”

"When I was a child, who would be serious about a ten-year-old child? Are you an adult or a child!"

"Why hasn't his family proposed marriage yet?"

"Low, don't bother me." Cui Youjie sent someone to inquire once. Since his son-in-law won the top scorer, the Zheng family has been preparing and even the bridal chamber has been decorated. However, the couple of people have no idea how to propose marriage. The eldest lady called her brother to discuss. The eldest uncle of the Zhang family was also scratching the head. If he was an ordinary Jinshi, he could just send a matchmaker to discuss the marriage. His uncle of his uncle was the top scorer in high school or a three-year senior, and the uncle of the Zhang family didn't know what to do.

The ritual book contains it, but after all, it is the top scholar. Therefore, he said to the aunt: "Big sister, don't worry. Anyway, in the past few days, Lang'er will come back, and we will discuss it together. At least one magistrate should host the wedding. But I don't have that much face, so I'd better wait until Lang'er comes back."

The aunt nodded.

She was in a hurry and wanted to hold her grandson right away, but she had been here for so many years and didn't care about these dozens of days. So the matter temporarily cooled down, but the Zheng family was already making some arrangements for the marriage.

Don't hear it, but Cui Youjie also tortured the matter for several years, so after he finished speaking, he stared at the north and kept silent. He murmured: "It's probably he's going to return to Zhengzhou."

...

Zheng Lang returned to Zhengzhou and gathered the city to congratulate him.

He talked to the new magistrate Jiang Zhizhou for a while, then bowed to the people around and then went home.

When they arrived at the village, the villagers also began to set off firecrackers.

Because of the inaccurate formula of gunpowder, firecrackers are not powerful, and they are safe firecrackers.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers, Zheng Lang suddenly browed. His strengths were not here, but he knew the gunpowder formula in "The General Yao of Wu Jing". Poison smoke balls, 30 taels of flames, fifteen taels of sulfur, five taels of charcoal, plus croton, arsenic, wolf poison, aconite, yellow wax, bamboo ru, maru, small oil, tung oil, asphalt, and the formula of terrestrial fire balls and cannons. It was very scary to hear these formulas, and compared with the Tang Dynasty, the proportion of nitrogen was also increasing.

But because the proportions of nitrate, sulfur and charcoal were not standard, its power was not very high, so in the later Tokyo Defense War, black gunpowder did not exert its power.

Even the accurate formula is the power of black gunpowder, it is gunpowder and cannot be regarded as a standard **. And now the technology of purity of nitrate and sulfur is also very backward, which further reduces its power.

However, it can play a more or less role.

Why didn't you think of this before?

I had thoughts in my mind and kept greeting the villagers.

When I arrived at my doorstep, many vehicles were parked, including donkey carts and ox carts. The gentry wanted to congratulate me again, but there were only seven widows in the house, so I had to stand outside the door while talking to dozens of uncles while waiting for him to come back. Seeing his carts coming, they rushed up one by one.

Let go of all the thoughts in his heart, at least the Song Dynasty was relatively safe in his life. If he was happy, it would be impossible to be just a happy literati. He jumped out of the carriage and chatted with everyone again. Suddenly, a relatively strange middle-aged man came over, pulled him aside, and whispered: "I am Qian Xianggong's second son Qian Hui."

"It turned out to be money..."

"No need to say. My father doesn't need to avoid it, but if you say it, it will hinder your future career." Qian Hui whispered again.

"I don't know..."

"I will leave after I finish speaking. My father asked me to bring you a letter. He heard that the court intends to release you. If the top scholar wants to achieve political achievements, please go to the southeast..."

"Southeast..." Zheng Lang suddenly realized that Qian Weiyan was the son of Qian Chu, the King of Wu Yue. Wu Yue owned Suhang, Tai, Chu, Qu and other prefectures. After the Northern Song Dynasty was strong, Qian Chu came to join the country, and it seemed that this person died inexplicably. However, the Qian family was in the southeast and ruled in a clear and influential manner. This cannot be ignored, just like Wang Quanbin endangers Sichuan, which is also one of the reasons for Wang Xiaobo's rebellion, because the people of Sichuan have no good impression of the Northern Song Dynasty regime!

As time passed, the Qian family's influence in the east and west gradually disappeared. But there is another point. If the Qian family's father and son help each other and go to the southeast by themselves, it will reduce a lot of trouble.

This is Qian Weiyan thanking his students for saying justice for him before the imperial guards. Fan Feng was crazy. Zhang Shixun asked him to get off the stage and then attacked Qian Weiyan again for his name. In fact, many ministers had Chu and assassination in their hearts. Don't make a mistake, this is not the Tang Dynasty, but the Song Dynasty. Does Qian Weiyan have this courage? However, Qian Weiyan was disliked by some straight ministers, and they were also out of favor. So after Fan Feng said these absurd words, no one stood up for him. It can be imagined that Qian Weiyan felt so happy after hearing the two small words!

In the past, Luoyang and his delegation also formed a good relationship with him.

So this elegant Qian Gong heard that he wanted to go to Jiangnan and wanted to secretly help him in return.

"Thank you Mr. Qian, I may go in the future, but not at this time."

Qian Hui did not persuade him again and said goodbye.

Everyone didn't know who this person was, but Zheng Lang's status today was no longer something they could ask about. They watched Qian Hui get into the ox cart and leave Zhengjiazhuang suspiciously. Zheng Lang watched him leave, but he felt a little happy and felt that it was also an opportunity. However, the future was too far away, and he could not imagine it. After a while, he welcomed everyone into the house with his uncle of the Zhang family and several other uncles.

The banquet is ready.

Several empresses came over and were so happy that they couldn't speak. The cheerful sixth lady and seventh lady rushed over and rubbed Zheng Lang's hair happily. The fifth lady suddenly said: "Sixth sister, seventh sister, Lang'er is now the top scorer."

Sixth Niang and Qi Niang put away their hands, then stood there and murmured and prayed.

Zheng Lang was funny and said, "Wu Niang, don't scare Liu Niang and Qi Niang, I am your child, you raised me, what's wrong with mo's head?

There are seven good brothers who have all started their families and started their careers. They are no longer expected to be fame. However, under Zheng Lang's influence, their character gradually became more and more upright and was accepted by the villagers, which has made their parents overjoyed.

For twenty days, Zheng Lang was not used to this, and even the joy of chatting with his former friends was diluted.

The flowing table began, and guests arrived one after another. Even Jiang Zhizhou led the Zhengzhou officials to congratulate him.

Zheng Lang gave a junior gift and welcomed the officials to the chief seat.

The officials did not dare to take it seriously. They were the Sanyuan Gong, and their first term was the governor, at least at the same level as Jiang Zhizhou. The future prospects were not what they dared to estimate. They would give in and take the seat one after another.

But the aunt called Zheng Lang into the inner room and asked, "Langer, now you have good fortune and good fortune. You have to discuss marriage with the Cui family."

"Um."

"That little lady from the Cui family is very good."

"Well," Zheng Lang was saying in his heart, aunt, if she wants to make you a good impression, it is too simple and easy. But she is not very disgusted with Cui Xian. She has added her appearance, wisdom and talent. Zheng Lang may not be valued. Sier is so mimi all day long, so she doesn't like her. It's hard to say about morality in the investigation. It may not be as philanthropic as her mother-in-law, but she is very utilitarian, including her lesson that time. However, if she changes her family, she will definitely marry a satisfactory wife. It's so difficult to get to know someone.

So he said: "The engagement has been fulfilled, so you can prepare in advance at home. The children have to take up their posts, and the time is very tight."

"That's okay. You are in the capital, not far from Zhengzhou."

None of the ladies knew about this, and Zheng Lang replied: "No, aunt, I want to go to Jiangnan."

"Jiangnan?" The aunt was stunned. How far is Jiangnan?

Zheng Lang explained the reason and said, "It's not that I want to go to Jiangnan. I'm famous and favorable. I'm not lucky. I'm also avoiding it when I go to Jiangnan. I happened to stay in Jiangnan for a few years, grow up and make some political achievements. In the future, I can be safer when I return to Beijing."

"But Jiangnan is far away..."

"The Jiangnan is far away, but it is not in the horizon. If you hire a boat and go straight to the Bian River along the Cai River, you can reach the Jiangnan. Although it is far away from home, if the child settles down in the place, he will send someone to take a few empresses to Jiangnan to take a look. Over the years, no one has been to Jiangnan. Several empresses have worked hard for their children for the rest of their lives, and have also come to the time to walk around and take a look."

The aunt was reluctant and relieved. She wanted to mock Zheng Lang's head, but she thought that her son was "not a son" and was the top scholar. Her hand shrank back.

Zheng Lang said: "Auntie, no matter what the child is, he is always your son."

"The ancestors of the Zheng family..." The aunt was about to cry, and Zheng Lang said again: "Auntie, today is a happy day."

"Yes. I'll discuss something with you." The old lady wiped her tears with her handkerchief.

"Please tell me, auntie."

"My mother has discussed with your uncle. The family is ready, but the people who proposed marriage are insufficient. Your uncle means that he wants to hire Jiang Zhizhou to protect the media. What do you think?"

"Master Jiang's protection media..."

"He is a perfect match, but your uncle is just a candidate. He rashly asked for it, for fear that he would be unhappy. You are the top scholar. If you ask Jiang Zhizhou, he will definitely agree."

What is the difference? At this time, the people's eyes were still very clear, and they followed the customs. Zheng Lang was helpless about this and said, "That's fine, go and ask."

When he came to the front hall again, a minor official asked, "Zheng Zhuangyuan, can I ask you something?"

"Excuse me."

The little official made the word "Ask" feel uncomfortable, and asked respectfully and curiously: "I heard that the weather was abnormal on the day the results were released, and there was no cloud. Then when the title was held, the magpies surrounded the top scholar. Is this a matter?"
To be continued...