The boss always wants to kill me

Third Young Master Jiang wore incomparably luxurious clothes, laughed with him, filled the other party with wine, and replied respectfully: "Reporting to Mr. Minister, I am not talented at a young age, but fortunately I won the first prize in the provincial examination."

"Hey, since you are Jie Yuan, how can you not be talented?" The servant of the Ministry of Rites did not follow the attitude of an official at all. After drinking the wine, he picked up the jug and poured himself a cup, raised the jug high, and said, "You three brothers of the Jiang family I have read all the papers. I have been an official for many years. I am in charge of reviewing and reviewing the national imperial examination and township examination. , and one writes more brilliantly than the other, he is really a rare talent in my dynasty!"

Cai Chun clenched his fists, feeling unwilling, these affirmations should have been given to him.

The servant of the Ministry of Rites drank another cup, and said loudly to the people present: "Today, all the scholars here are selected from a hundred, and the flowers are in full bloom in autumn. Why don't we use the Luming Banquet and follow the example of the ancients to carry out the wine order, okay?"

When the servant minister let out his words, naturally no one dared to say anything wrong, and they all responded.

The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites looked around for a week: "There are a lot of people, so each person will only compose a poem with the title of this autumn chrysanthemum.

Cai Chun was impulsive and wanted to rush out to complain for himself, but he stopped immediately after hearing this. For him who is full of poems and books, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity to show off.

Third Young Master Jiang stood up first: "I'll come first!" He didn't have much ink in his stomach, and he was afraid that the few simple sentences he had thought up would be snatched away.

"Jiang Jieyuan has to stay until the end." The servant of the Ministry of Rites raised his hand, pushed the third young master Jiang back to his seat, strode to the last seat, and casually pointed to a scholar, "It starts with you."

If the scholar was granted amnesty, he opened his mouth and said: "Autumn comes, frost and cold kill all kinds of beauty, hire Tingting to show off alone."

"Vulgar, too vulgar." The servant of the Ministry of Rites shook his head, but he finally said it, so he didn't punish him with wine, and pointed at the next person.

Two or three tables passed by, and the poems recited were all the same, and there were only a few words, and they used them back and forth. In the back, fewer and fewer people came up, and almost no poems were seen, only the sound of the colliding of wine pot spouts and wine cups, when it was the last turn, Jiang Jieyuan's table—the last table was the top ten candidates in the provincial examination , None of the first nine people said anything.

"Jiang Jieyuan, please." The servant of the Ministry of Rites looked expectantly at the astonishingly talented Third Young Master Jiang, waiting for a blockbuster poem.

In the huge courtyard, everyone stopped drinking or eating, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The rich young master, who was full of money and empty-headed, stared quietly at a golden chrysanthemum at his feet, never loathing this expensive flower dumpling so much.

"Huh?" The servant of the Ministry of Rites couldn't wait for a long time, raised the cup and shook it in front of Lord Xie Yuan, tapped the ground with his toes, and counted the time, "How is it?"

The third young master Jiang broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't think of anything except the word chrysanthemum.

"Three, two, one." The Minister of Rites stopped.

But he heard a trembling hoarse male voice from the side of the yard breaking the silence: "Whoever is drunk will watch Guyun, why should the courtyard sit on chrysanthemums."

"Good poem! What a good sentence, 'Why do you need to sit on chrysanthemums in the courtyard'?" The Minister of Rites applauded slowly, looked at the place where Shiyin came from, walked over in two or three steps, turned over the fence neatly, and walked up to Cai Chun, not disgusted The shabby clothes patted the scholar's shoulder, "It's just that there are green bamboos in this courtyard, so it's a bit lonely to say that Gu Yun is lonely. You are also this year's Juren? What's your name? What's your number? "

Cai Chun bowed respectfully: "My lord, Xiaosheng Cai Chun, should be this year's Juren... no, it should be..."

"Should it be? That means you didn't pass the exam." The servant of the Ministry of Rites interrupted him, "I think you can recite poems well, but can't you write essays?"

Seeing the opportunity came, Cai Chun immediately said, "Reporting to my lord, it's not because I'm a young student with poor knowledge. Then the papers of the third young master of the Jiang family..."

"My lord." The Liuzhou prefect came up to meet him, and blocked Cai Chun without a trace, "You see, this is a feast of deer crowing, and Lord Xie Yuan and all the people are kept aside, don't you..."

The servant of the Ministry of Rites looked back and saw that all the people in the yard were holding their chopsticks, and they dared not continue the banquet until he was seated, so he had to shake his head boredly and turn around.

Cai Chun was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "My lord! Xiaosheng didn't pass the exam this time because..."

The eunuch came over with a sharp eye. Yesterday he heard that there were assassins in the house, but nothing was caught in the end. Hearing what Cai Chun said now, he couldn't help but become suspicious of him.

"It doesn't matter if you fail once." The servant of the Ministry of Rites interrupted Cai Chun, stepped into the table, and continued, "Maybe it's just that the time has not come yet, you have good knowledge, and you will definitely be in high school next time."

The master of the Jiang family always went to Wuhua Village several times a year for the affairs of the buckwheat field. Naturally, he knew Cai Chun, who was the poorest in the village. Besides, his three sons came first in one fell swoop. A servant next to him whispered a few words.

Cai Chun wanted to catch up to complain, but was stopped by the servants who rushed over: "Young Master Cai, you are not the candidate of this year, and you shouldn't be here at the Luming Banquet. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being rude." .”

The servant of the Ministry of Rites turned his head and yelled this way again: "Scholar Cai, it's a good idea to go back to study, let me see your true skills in the next session, and I will come back three years later, and then I will go to your house! "

"Yes, yes, Cai Shusheng is very talented." The governor of Liuzhou responded, "Although this class failed, the next class will definitely go to high school!"

These words were like a heart-strengthening pill, planted in Cai Chun's heart, appreciated by the servant of the Ministry of Rites, even if he wanted to come to the eunuch, he would not dare to suppress him again, the eyebrows that had been tense for several years were finally relieved slowly, and he stabilized his back The bookcase was sent out of the gate of Jiang's house by the servants.

Before leaving, Jiang's servants politely took out two slings of money and handed them to Cai Chun, the meaning of which was self-evident: "Mr. Cai, the master heard that your mother is not in good health, so you can accept these. Donate to the family's urgent needs. In the future, when you are in high school, you will be regarded as colleagues with our young master, so there is no need to be polite."

Gentlemen don't accept money for no reason, and Cai Chun doesn't want to accept it, but thinking about the situation at home that can't be solved, he can only suppress the empty Confucian books that can't be eaten, salute gratefully, and accept it.

He understood very well that the two slings of money were regarded as hush money, and from then on, this matter that could not be brought to the fore was treated as ignorance, and it was considered to be over.

"Congratulations." Cang Bi felt the lightness of Cai Chun's footsteps even in the bookcase.

"Snowball, in two years, our family will have a good life." Cai Chun unexpectedly called Cai's mother the name given to the little fox.

Not far away, a shambling figure slowly approached. Cai Chun was so immersed in joy that he didn't pay attention, but the man walked faster and faster, waving to this side and shouting: "Ah Chun, you are finally back!"

Only then did Cai Chun realize that it was his mother who had come, and he hurried up to help him steady: "Mother, I didn't tell you to lie down, why did you come here!"

Mother Cai coughed a few times, and her words were full of anxiety: "You haven't come back all night, how can mother lie down? Where did you fall? How did you get into this state?"

"It's okay." Cai Chun pulled up his trouser legs pretending to be calm, "While walking at night, I accidentally stepped in a puddle."

"Wow." The little fox in the bookcase yelled cooperatively, as if agreeing with what he said.

"It's fine." Mother Cai finally let go of the big stone in her heart.

Cai Chun patted the back of his mother's cracked hands: "Mother, I was at Jiang's house today, and I met Mr. Minister of Rites, who said that I will be in high school next year, and we will soon have a good life."

"That's good." Mother Cai laughed, not because Cai Chun said he could get promoted and get rich, but because she saw the long-lost smile on the child's face.

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Why sit on chrysanthemums in the courtyard. ——From: Shen Ren's "Climbing Gaotai Temple on Nine Days"