Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The four masters and apprentices continued to go up and walked to the middle-aged scribe. There were many people on the mountain road who were shocked by the middle-aged scribe.

Then many people cried along.

Some were older than the middle-aged scribe, and they sat on the mountain road and cried, shouting loudly, "It's bitter~ it's bitter—"

Man Bao, who was rummaging through Bai Shan's back basket with his toes on his toes, was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at the many literati who were crying and sighing along the mountain road, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Neither Bai Shan nor Bai Erlang knew.

Mr. Zhuang said: "This year's big exam is over. This year's annual success is not good, and the imperial court may not hold the imperial examination next year. They are sad."

Different from Bai Shan and Bai Erlang, the two of them went to the Imperial College, and now they are students of Chongwen Museum.

But other non-guozijian students, even non-official scholars, if they want to enter the office, they can only pass the imperial examination first, then pass the examination of the Ministry of Personnel, and finally queue up to be elected.

The imperial examination was only officially launched in the previous dynasty, but the selection of officials was mainly based on the final grades. The number of imperial examinations in this dynasty only increased, but the examinations were always suspended for various reasons.

This year, Enke was opened, and the exam was taken again in the fall. There were many officials selected, and basically all the vacancies were filled. This year's season is not good, so there is a high probability that the exam will not be taken next year.

After the rankings were released last month, Guozijian has already released such rumors. The scholars who wanted to stay in the capital for next year are very disappointed, and many people are ready to leave Beijing and go home.

Mr. Zhuang told the three disciples the inside story, then shook his head slightly and said, "I wanted to climb high and look far in Chongyang, but I didn't expect to encounter these things. Forget it, let's go up the mountain after giving the wine."

However, Man Bao stopped and looked at the middle-aged scribe who was sitting on a stone not far away crying silently, "Sir, he is so sad, what if he gets drunk and falls down the mountain?"

Bai Shan also said: "The mountain road is rugged, if he accidentally falls or falls, it will be our sin."

Mr. Zhuang: "...Can Dukang wine be intoxicating?"

The three incompetent drinkers nodded together, "Yes."

The master and the apprentice stared at each other with big eyes. In the end, Mr. Zhuang, who was too few in number, was defeated. He could only sigh, "Then I'll accompany him for a drink?"

Anyway, he likes to drink when he is not happy.

However, Man Bao dug out the needle bag in the bag on his waist, "How about I give him a few needles."

Man Bao said: "He is too sad now, and it is easy to hurt his ambitions. He will be refreshed with two needles."

Mr. Zhuang was very curious, "Didn't you say that heart disease is difficult to cure? Can you cure frustration with this needle?"

Frustrated is of course impossible to treat, but it is still possible to make him forget the pain in his heart for a while. Man Bao took the needle bag and stepped forward, first bowed to the middle-aged scribe who was crying sadly, and then said, "Sir, my husband is worried about you, uh, um, don't be too sad, I see you Still young, there will be opportunities in the future.”

Mr. Zhuang has three masters and apprentices: ...

Onlookers:  …

Man Bao continued to comfort the other party lamely, "You don't think about yourself, you have to think about your family. This mountain road is rough and you are so sad. What if there is an accident?"

She finally explained her purpose and said, "Well, I'll give you two needles to cheer you up, you can go down the mountain to have a good meal, then sleep again, and you will feel much better tomorrow. ."

The middle-aged scribe looked at Man Bao when he was so young and said that he was still young, only to feel even more sad.

As a result, before he had time to express his sadness, seeing that Man Bao, who had not spoken out against him, reached out and picked up his hand, rolled up his sleeves to reveal one of his arms, and then pulled a needle out of the needle bag and pierced it. go in...

The middle-aged scribe didn't expect it, and his eyes widened instantly. Before he could react, Man Bao took out another needle and stabbed him in another place, and he immediately shouted "Ah—".

The pain of the voice startled all those who were watching and those who were not.

Man Bao gently supported his arm, and the middle-aged scribe who wanted to pull his hand back found that his arm couldn't use any strength, but—it hurts!

Man Bao saw that he was crying so much that his tears were about to come out, so he took out the needle, and she took the needle off, and his arm slowly regained consciousness.

He pointed to Man Bao's "you you you..." speechless.

Man Bao reassured him and said, "How is it, do you feel better?"

The middle-aged scribe who called for a long time found that he didn't cry anymore, and he didn't seem to be so depressed anymore.

He couldn't help being silent.

The onlookers also discovered this, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief, it sounded quite terrifying, it was good if it wasn't fatal.

Seeing that he was done, Man Bao put away the needle bag, then reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Sir, take care, I don't think you are very old, as long as you live long enough, there will always be a chance, For things like the imperial examination, you can take the test when the day comes, and you can still do some other things on weekdays.”

Anyway, the imperial examination does not limit the age, and you can take the exam whenever you want.

Middle-aged scribe:  …

He felt no comfort.

Mr. Zhuang finally stepped forward. He asked Man Bao to go to the side, and then introduced himself with a smile, "In Zhuangxun, Xia Mianzhou, today is coming to Chongyang to climb the mountain. If you meet, it is a fate. ?"

He pointed to his three disciples again and smiled: "I asked my three disciples to bring two jugs of wine, which happened to be shared with Xiongtai."

When the other party heard it, he was silent for a while, then got up, patted the dust on his body, and then bowed back: "Zhang Chen in Xia Cangzhou, sir, you are more polite."

However, he did not decline his invitation. He could also see that they were afraid that he would have an accident on the mountain. Although he felt a little frustrated just now and wanted to break the pot, he never thought of committing suicide.

That's a sin, and he can't do it.

But he still accepted Mr. Zhuang's kindness, and he simply lifted his robe and went up the mountain with them.

He was in good health and much younger than Mr. Zhuang. Although he was very disappointed, he still walked steadily. Mr. Zhuang had to rely on Bai Shan and Bai Erlang to help him in the second half of the journey.

Zhang Chen looked back at their master and apprentice, and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhuang also came to Beijing to take the exam?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "No, I'm here to accompany a few disciples to study."

Zhang Chen's eyes fell on Bai Shan and Bai Cheng, and he praised: "Sir, these two disciples are clear-headed, they look like good sons, which academy are they studying in?"

Mr. Zhuang paused and said, "Reading in the Chongwen Museum."

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, then lost two points of enthusiasm, smiled and asked, "So that's it, I don't know whose disciples the two young masters are?"

and pain

see you at eleven o'clock