The official road of the farmer

Ye Junshu turned his head and saw that not only Uncle Rong and the others, but even Ye Jiatai's generation were helped in.

Ye Junshu hurriedly called for someone, while stepping forward to support the Ye family's grandfather, "Grandpa, why are you here? The boy should be visiting you."

Great-grandfather is over seventy years old, and seventy is rare in ancient times. In ancient times, it was already a very rare longevity. In the village, great-grandfather was a man of great virtue and respect.

His hair and beard were white, the furrowed wrinkles on his face showed his age, and his old eyes were still clear. He held Ye Junshu's hand and asked tremblingly, "Boy Zhou, are you really a scholar?"

Ye Junshu bowed slightly, and replied humbly: "Although the official nameplate hasn't come down yet, the boy's name is on the red list. If there is no accident, he has indeed passed the exam."

When the great grandfather heard that he was on the red list, he sighed three times excitedly, "Our old Ye family has finally produced a promising junior! Boy Rong!"

Uncle Rong hurried forward, and responded with a bow, "Third Grandfather, please give me orders!"

"Choose a good day, open the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors, and hold a three-day water feast in the village. Our village will be very lively!"

Grandpa was very excited, his whole face was flushed, as if he was ten years younger in an instant.

"Yes, I will arrange it now." Uncle Rong himself has this intention, so naturally he will not object. This is a great joy in their village. Not only should the whole village celebrate, but also invite relatives and friends from other villages to come and share, so that people around The village also knows that there is a scholar in their Ye family village!

Uncle Rong's waist became straighter when he heard it, and his usual serious face kept smiling. There was a well-known scholar in their village. Not only did the status of the whole village improve invisibly, but it was also easier for the boys and brothers in the village to talk about good marriages. Walking outside, who wouldn't take a high look?

The villagers were also very excited, and the words of congratulations continued to flow with pride, and Ye Junshu's ears turned red.

Noticing that Ye Junshu's family was going to clean the house, a group of uncles and uncles enthusiastically grabbed the job and helped sweep the floor and wipe the table neatly.

"Boy Zhou is not an ordinary person now, how can he do such rough work?" Hu Er's family hospitablely picked up the wooden bucket and fetched water from the well.

Everyone helped and moved away, but Ye Junshu couldn't refuse, thanked him again and again, and then helped Grandpa go out with Uncle Rong.

The house was in a mess, and grandpa couldn't be allowed to stay longer, so Ye Junshu and his uncles went to Uncle Rong's house.

Seeing that they were all curious about the imperial examination, Ye Junshu picked up something and told them that the whole village was bustling like never before, even worse than the Chinese New Year.

Uncle Rong solemnly held out the old almanac, and together they selected the auspicious days for the zodiac, and asked Ye Junshu for his opinion.

From the beginning to the end, Grandpa has been watching these juniors with a smile on his side, nodding incessantly, they are all good kids, and their old Ye family is about to wake up!

Ye Junshu considered that his senior brother would also hold a banquet, so there was no need to conflict, and he was going to wait for his senior brother to do it first, and he would be behind, so he made his request.

Uncle Rong picked a few similar days and waited for Ye Junshu to confirm.

Since the news of Ye Junshu's admission as a scholar spread, there was an endless stream of people coming to the door. Ye Junshu was able to handle it with ease at first, but later he felt that he couldn't take it anymore, so he closed the door to thank the guests, and took the children to the county town.

It's better in the county town. After all, the senior brother has his parents in front of him, and they blocked most of the entertainment.On the contrary, the senior brother was happy and at ease by himself. After finally getting the manuscript back, he nestled in the door of the room without leaving the door, and wrote the manuscript vigorously.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Ye Junshu didn't want to talk to his senior brother at all at this time. They fixed the time for the celebration banquet, and he took the child home.

Near noon on the third day, Ah Mu suddenly ran over: "Boy Zhou! Boy Zhou!"

"Ming Amu, what's the matter?" Ye Junshu heard the anxiety in Ming Amu's voice, and seemed to be filled with high excitement, and hurried out.

Ming'am followed her heart, with excitement on her face, "Boy Zhou, the magistrate, the magistrate is here!"

Your magistrate?

Ye Junshu's first impression was of Wang Zhigao, but he had already been escorted to Beijing to be beheaded. The county magistrate Ming'am said should be the new county magistrate.

Before Ye Junshu had time to say anything, he heard the sound of beating gongs and drums heading towards Ye Junshu's house, and it was getting closer and closer.

Ye Junshu hurriedly opened the door, went to the bedroom and changed into a Confucian uniform, took out the red envelopes he had prepared earlier, and gave them to Aunt Ming, who would then need to issue red envelopes to the servants who came to announce the good news.

He has already been instructed by his teacher about these procedures, so he probably knows how to do them.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, government officials in red shirts and narrow trousers came beating gongs and drums, followed by a circle of villagers.

The county magistrate Jiang, who was wearing a formal official uniform, came to the front.

Ye Junshu sized him up nonchalantly, he looked like a thin middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were pursed all the year round, he looked like a man with the same temperament as Mr. Although he seemed not easy to get along with, but he His eyes are clear and upright, like a person who can't rub the sand in his eyes.

Such a person who doesn't know how to adapt can't get along in the court and easily offends others, but Ye Junshu likes such a person very much, at least he doesn't have to worry about such a person playing tricks behind his back.

A group of people stopped in front of Ye Junshu, and a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian next to County Magistrate Jiang spoke first, "But Ye Junshu from Ye Family Village?"

Ye Junshu replied neither humble nor overbearing, "My lord, I am a student."

The middle-aged man straightened his waist, opened the red book with both hands, and recited the happy news: "Ye Junshu, Xiayejia Village, Fengcheng County, Yongzhou, was born in the second year of Tai'an...now in the 17th year of Tai'an...he won No. 90..."

Ye Junshu listened carefully. In fact, all the people present were listening carefully. Although the classical Chinese style was too strong, the villagers could not understand it, but it was not surprising that what he was talking about was about Boy Zhou being a scholar. It is with honor.

After the middle-aged Confucian scholar finished reading the happy news, someone brought up the nameplate representing the status of a scholar and the 20 taels of silver rewarded by the court.

"Ye Xiucai, congratulations!"

Ye Junshu took it with both hands, and couldn't help showing a smile, "Happy, happy!"

"My lords have worked so hard to come here, be careful, everyone is happy!" Ming Amu stepped forward with a smile on his face and gave red seals one by one.

Yamen servants can accept this kind of happy money, so everyone didn't refuse, and accepted it readily, saying a few happy words.

The yamen servants are basically recruited from various villages, and Ye Junshu also saw a few familiar faces, who were from their own village.

County magistrate Jiang said: "There hasn't been a single scholar in the county for more than ten years, but this year there are two. My lord is very pleased. I would like to reward Ye Xiucai. I also hope that Ye Xiucai will not be complacent and will make further progress in the future."

Another red cloth tray was brought up, Ye Junshu did not refuse, and then respectfully said: "Students respect the teachings of adults."

County magistrate Jiang said another word of persuasion.

Ming'am was also not idle, and brought tea and water to the adults with a few uncles, and even gathered some melons and fruits temporarily.

"My lord, why don't you go into the room with the students and have a rest?" Ye Junshu warmly invited him as he saw that standing at the door all the time seemed uncomfortable.

The county magistrate Jiang directly refused, and then said that he would leave.

Ye Junshu hurriedly said, "My lord, there will be a feast in the village in five days. I wonder if my lord can come to attend with your honor?"

County magistrate Jiang did not refuse, "My lord must come to enjoy the joy."

They have just arrived and have not yet fully integrated into Fengcheng County. By hosting a banquet with these two newly promoted talents, it is impossible to say that they can completely get along with each other. Well, the master's idea is very reasonable.

The county magistrate and his party didn't stay for long, and after announcing the happy news, they left with the yamen servants.

The villagers made a commotion again, and all of them came over to take a look at the nameplate of Master Xiucai, and Ye Junshu let them go.

The next few days were even more lively. After Ye Junshu took his family to attend the banquet of his senior brother, he took his family and his husband's family back to the village the next day.

Sir, they have never been to his house before, taking this opportunity, finally persuaded them to stay for a few days.

The flowing water banquet in the village is not as elegant as the one held by the husband in the county, but it is more lively and has a special flavor.

On the contrary, Qin Yaoliang liked this kind of atmosphere even more, and he couldn't even think of leaving after playing.

After the excitement, the husband formally talked to Ye Junshu and asked him about his future plans.

Ye Junshu smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, the students are self-aware. With the students' current strength, it is a dream to get good grades in the provincial examination next year. The students feel that they have a bit of luck to pass the college entrance examination this time. Therefore, in the next three years, students will concentrate their minds and work hard to study knowledge."

Qin Kangtai touched his beard, "It's good that you think so. Your aptitude itself is good. You missed three years of laying the foundation. Now you need to spend more effort and time to lay the foundation. If you end next year, it will be a waste of your time." Time, it is better to take advantage of these few years to improve your ability."

"Students know."

Qin Kangtai watched Ye Junshu with clear eyes, neither arrogance nor impetuosity, even if he passed the exam for the title of scholar, he did not get complacent, and he was more satisfied. With Zizhou's qualifications, he would end up in three years, so he might have a chance.

While he was proud that he had such an excellent student, he thought of the useless young son at home, and he snorted coldly in his heart, and then said with a straight face, "From tomorrow on, this old man will urge you even more severely. From now on, every time you Come to the private school for classes every few days, and the old man will help you with your homework alone."

Ye Junshu didn't understand why the gentleman's mood suddenly turned sour, but he still replied respectfully: "Yes, the student will definitely live up to the high expectations of the gentleman."