Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Hu Weiyong's idea is typical of watching the excitement, not too big a deal, and seeing the funeral, not too big a deal.

Anyway, it's not our responsibility if something goes wrong, so let's make as much noise and fun as we want.

Hu Weiyong really gave up the last bit of his face and stood there with his hands folded. He didn't even go to his workplace. He just wanted to watch the fun.

His behavior was so good that several senior officials in the Ministry of Rites were so angry that they cursed him on the spot.

But as soon as he thought of the other party's manner of entering the palace as if he were returning to his own home, and meeting His Majesty as if he were chatting at home, the evil fire in his heart was immediately extinguished.

Forget it, I can’t afford it.

You can take a look at this uncle. It would be best if you could see how hard I have worked. If you meet His Majesty in the future, it would be better if you and other bosses could mention a word or two when chatting.

The ministers and ministers all wanted to turn a blind eye and ignore it.

But when I was busy, I found that it couldn’t be done.

Without him, there were too many monks coming to take the exam.

I don't know where there are so many monks who are proficient in Confucianism in this temple. I heard that there are monks in charge, so they came running in a hurry.

The most important thing is that these people are really literate people.

According to Zhu Yuanzhang's will, you can't keep this kind of people away.

Therefore, the Ministry of Rites was completely busy and turned into a mess.

Then, Hu Weiyong, Mr. Hu, was respectfully invited aside by a small official.

"Mr. Hu, I have something to entrust you with!"

"Oh, what are your orders, sir?"

Looking at the low-browed and polite-looking clerk, Hu Weiyong was really curious.

Why did the Minister of Rites suddenly find him?

The clerk did not beat around the bush and said clearly: "Today, there are too many monks coming to take the exam in the Ministry of Rites, but there are only a limited number of people in our department who can serve as examiners."

"Now Mr. Hu happens to be responsible for the Ministry of Rites, so the Lord of the Ministry hopes that Mr. Hu can spare his time and help."

The clerk's words were very polite, which actually meant that the Minister of Rites behind him was equally polite to Hu Weiyong.

In fact, the Master himself felt aggrieved.

After all, he is also one of the six ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and there is only one prime minister above him who is half a rank higher than himself.

As a result, I have to be polite to others in my own territory.

What a grievance!

But who asked him to face Hu Weiyong?

Hu Weiyong touched his chin, smacked his lips, and felt that it was not a difficult matter. There seemed to be nothing wrong with helping someone earn a favor, so he nodded and agreed without hesitation.

The clerk over there thanked him profusely and hurried back to resume his duties, while Hu Weiyong was taken to another courtyard by another clerk.

The Ministry of Rites occupies a large area. Although he has stayed in the Ministry of Rites for a while, Hu Weiyong still hasn't figured out how big it is and what twists and turns it contains.

Of course, this has something to do with him not having this intention at all.

Therefore, when he arrived at this courtyard full of monks wearing monk robes and cassocks, Hu Weiyong was suddenly startled.

Oh, I never thought that the Ministry of Rites had such fun places.

Okay, come and hang out here when you have free time.

This courtyard is obviously a courtyard that combines leisure and office work. It is not only filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, but also has office rooms.

Many examiners were assigned to rooms, and then the clerks held the list of registered monks in their hands and called them in one by one.

The examiner will randomly ask some questions and at the same time listen to the monk talk about some of his views on Confucian classics.

There will be a special clerk on the side responsible for recording, so that there will be evidence for investigation afterwards.

If the examiner feels that the monk's answer is pretty good, then after the chat, the other person can move on to the next round.

As for what to take the test at that time, that is another matter.

Hu Weiyong walked into a spacious staff room and sat down on the main seat without hesitation. He crossed his legs and listened to the clerk's earnest explanation of the rules. He nodded in realization and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"It's just to test the basics, and then have a chat to see if he's a fool or just trying to make up for his mistakes!"

"I understand, this matter is not difficult!"

"Well, let's start calling people, let's come one by one!"

The junior officials didn't realize how difficult this matter was. To be honest, one of the reasons why the Ministry of Rites was so busy was because Zhu Yuanzhang gave the order too hastily.

The other is because even if it is not difficult, not everyone has to sit in the examiner's seat and ask questions.

To put it bluntly, if you want to take on this responsibility, you are not qualified.

As for Hu Weiyong, his qualifications are simply not sufficient.

As the monks with either solemn treasures or kind-hearted eyes were called in, the interest in Hu Weiyong's heart basically swooped all the way underground.

"Why can't these monks even bother to pretend?"

"Didn't you say that all the members of the family are empty?"

"Look at these people who are full of knowledge, how nice their words are!"

"Damn it, I'm sorry that we officials not only have to compete with those new scholars, but now we also have to compete with the monks?"

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was called in the middle and the room was full of "his own people", Hu Weiyong complained angrily.

The clerk on the side smiled bitterly and cupped his hands: "Mr. Hu, you are absolutely right!"

"But what can we do?"

"His Majesty's confidants like you are helpless, and we don't even have a chance to comment!"

Hu Weiyong was just talking about it.

Moreover, he also talks nonsense.

He didn't think that the competition in the officialdom was fierce. He simply felt that these monks all wanted to be officials. They were no different from ordinary people at their core. How vulgar!

Fortunately, just when Mr. Hu was bored and even wanted to run away, another monk came.

When the number was called outside just now, Hu Weiyong didn't pay attention because he was distracted, but when he came in to announce, he heard it.

"Monk Daoyan of Miaozhi'an"

Ok?

At this Buddhist chant, Hu Weiyong raised his head and looked over.

Good guy, no wonder the prime minister in black who directed the change of ownership between Zhu Di and Zhu Yunwen's uncle and nephew is called "Sick Tiger".

Now it seems that it looks a bit like it!

First of all, he is tall. His frame is much taller than that of ordinary people.

Then there is the thinness, which is probably not much better than being skinny.

Most importantly, what the person looks like.

On a thin, stern old face, the eye sockets were actually triangles, and the eyes inside showed no kindness at all, and were full of ruthlessness and brutality.

If this kind of people are not called sick tigers, what are they called?

However, another well-known figure in history appeared in front of him. Now, it was interesting!

Tsk tsk, what a Daoyan!

Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao in black!