The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 881 Conflict (2)

Even though the woman’s remarriage was criticized by others, the couple loved each other and lived a smooth and happy life, so they didn’t pay attention to those gossips. To this day, the murmurings behind my back are mostly caused by envy, jealousy and hatred.

When Mo Yan heard this, he felt admiration for the courageous and resolute woman in his heart. This is what women should be like.

While everyone was talking about it, more than 30 majestic guards suddenly poured out of the palace gate.

Thirty guards stood neatly in two rows in front of the wall on the left, blocking the people who tried to come forward and not letting anyone get close. Then, a group of eunuchs in green and two eunuchs in purple filed out. I saw two eunuchs in purple walking out with respectful expressions holding a piece of bright yellow silk cloth. The silk cloth was unfolded to be one foot long and five feet wide, with densely written words on it.

 “Look, the rankings are released!”

As soon as the bright yellow silk cloth was hung on the palace wall, the crowd began to stir. Everyone stood on their toes and pushed forward, stretching their necks to stare at the wall.

“Whoever is literate is literate. Come and see who this number one scholar is. God must bless you that it is Mr. Ziyu. Otherwise, if I lose this bet, I won’t be able to explain to the tigress when I get home!”

"What are you doing? If you lose, the most you can do is kneel on the washboard. I have invested all the money I used to get a wife. If Mr. Ziyu wins the top prize in high school, the wife I have chosen will be gone." .”

“Hmph, that’s just because you’re greedy. Who asked you to invest so much?”

“Hey, don’t you want to win more, so that your wife can live a good life?”

　　　…”

Mo Yan didn’t expect that so many people would come to look at the rankings. She didn’t want to be jostled by the crowd, so she simply retreated to the outside. But when she thought about hearing such a discussion, she couldn’t laugh or cry.

There were more than one or two such voices. After listening briefly, it turned out that less than half of the people had participated in the gambling games set up by the gambling house. No wonder there were so many people coming to see the list.

At this time, the literate people crowded to the front, and their eyes fell directly on the top list. There are only three names on the top list. The literate people admire Mr. Ziyu's talent and naturally hope that he can go to high school. So when they see the four words "top pick" followed by the names of the people they admire, As if he had won the top prize, he shouted excitedly: "Mo Qingze, the top pick is Mo Qingze, Mr. Ziyu!"

"What, is it Mr. Ziyu? Oops, this time the loss is big, and all the coffins of my father and mother are lost!" A wailing sound rang out from the crowd, and a burly man was seen beating his chest and stamping his feet, about to cry but without tears.

Someone on the side gloated: "You deserve it. I tried to persuade you to win, but you failed to win. You just have to wait and see how your father will deal with you!"

　　"How to deal with me? Just spank me, what else can I do? Oh, what bad luck!"

“Haha, I’m quite unlucky! This time I was lucky enough to make the right bet. Even if the odds are not high, it’s still enough for my family to eat and drink for two or three years. I’m content, haha…”

A small list actually performed scenes of tragedies and comedies, silently looking down at the people who were laughing and scolding.

 Mo Yan looked at his father's name at the top of the bright yellow list, a faint smile appeared on his face, and the worry in his heart completely dissipated.

Perhaps Mo Qingze's reputation is too great, and he is the one who talks the most among the crowd. As for who is second and third overall, or even who is second and third place, not many people pay attention to it anymore.

 Next, the number one scholar, the second scholar, and the third best scholar will parade through the streets. This is the honor bestowed by the king of a country to a first-class scholar, and it is also the main reason why people gather here despite the scorching sun.

 (End of this chapter)