lied to Kangxi

Chapter 106
In the middle of the night, the cold wind whizzed past, blowing the entire test house, and the evil wind was everywhere, the cold was biting, and the heart and lungs were pierced.

It is impossible for Yuzhu to carry enough silver frost charcoal for three days, so he must save some.

So, just like the provincial test, Yuzhu swallowed a few handfuls of fried rice, wrapped himself in a thick sable fur cloak, and fell into a deep sleep.

Under the watchful eyes of the four Eight Banners soldiers, Yu Zhu frantically lit a fire.The small copper pot he brought was smashed by the Eight Banners soldiers who searched it, but it still needs to be used.

Yu Zhu boiled a pot of water, brewed a cup of hot tea, and drank a few gulps greedily.

It felt like going deep into the desert, almost dying of thirst, and actually met the big lake on the oasis.

There is no way, dry swallow fried rice, if you eat too much, your throat will definitely smoke.

After the cold hands were warmed up, Yuzhu quickly picked up the pen and began to answer the questions.

The materials I brought were very limited, but there were three days for the exam, so I had no choice but to save everything.

After Yuzhu finished half of the exam questions, he suddenly thought of something while he was boiling hot water.

Hey, those candidates who forgot to bring the stove, copper pot and charcoal due to negligence, probably have cold hands that they can't even hold a pen?

Tang Bing once said that the road to the imperial examination not only tests knowledge, but also tests the common sense of survival in the examination room.

In the last Shuntianfu Township Examination, there were several so-called great talents who were more famous than Yuzhu, but they failed in Sun Shan. The lesson was that they could not adapt to the difficult situation in the examination room.

To put it bluntly, I didn't engage in Tang Bing's devil training, and I didn't fully understand the hardships!

When Yuzhu was answering the questions, someone was watching by the soldiers and urinated next door to him.

"Huh, huh, huh..." The sound of running water continued, and the man was obviously holding back.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it stinks."

"Why are you so slow? It's killing people." The soldier in charge of monitoring urged the man impatiently.

"Masters, I'm really holding back, please stop urging me? The more you urge me, the harder it is to urinate."

"Hmph, who urged you? If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be punished as cheating, and you will be dragged out directly, and you will be exposed to the public for half a month!"

There was a lot of noise in the toilet next door.But Yuzhu was not affected in the slightest, and he was still writing like flying.

The Gongshi who passed the exam can be regarded as the same year.

The fellow who failed the exam, hey, who are you?

Silver frost charcoal is limited, Yuzhu can only use it sparingly.When the water is not boiling, the damper of the small stove can only be adjusted to the minimum, so as to keep the charcoal longer.

In the cold season of late spring, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the body temperature is lost very quickly.

Yuzhu was forced to have no choice but to wrap the cold small copper kettle with water and the small hand stove with silver frost charcoal in a sable fur cloak to prolong the heat preservation time as much as possible.

Even if it is a little warm water, it is much more comfortable to drink than completely cold ice water, and the stomach can bear it.

On the second day of the exam, before dark, Yu Zhu had already finished drafting.

Fortunately, he was only engaged in mental work, and Yuzhu's physical exertion was not great.For dinner, I just randomly grabbed a few handfuls of fried rice. After eating, I wrapped myself in a big cloak and fell asleep soundly.

With the experience of the hospital examination, the cloak that Yuzhu used this time is like a big quilt.

Li Sier's pocket is full of money.As long as Yuzhu needs it, she is willing to spend as much money as possible.

Half asleep and half awake, Yuzhu seemed to hear someone screaming from the cold, and the guarded soldiers made out of the kaoshe.

Who cares, even if it's outside the knife, it's none of Yuzhu's business.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the tribute in the exam is the biggest, and nothing else is worthy of Yu Zhu's concern.

On the last day, Yuzhu still followed the old habit of the rural examination. After eating fried rice and drinking enough hot water, he began to copy the test papers.

During the provincial examination, Wang Zhishan, the deputy chief examiner, couldn't find Yuzhu's paper.

That's because, when Yuzhu wrote the essay, he deliberately restrained all the publicity characteristics of young people, pretending to be an old man's paper.

Yuzhu was worried that because of his rich family background, he would be dismissed by the same examiner or the chief examiner who deliberately found trouble.

Before the test this time, Tang Bing said categorically that as long as he handed in the papers smoothly, he would definitely win the prize, and there would be no accidents.

The judgment of an old school official like Tang Bing, an old fox, coincides with Yu Zhu's opinion.

This time, the matter was of great importance. After Yuzhu finished transcribing in the afternoon, he carefully checked it three times from beginning to end, and did not hand in the paper until it was dark.

In the next eight days, Yuzhu took two consecutive exams in the examination room.

In fact, regardless of whether it is the provincial examination or the general examination, the examiners only pay attention to the questions of the first round of the Four Books and Five Classics.

The next two rounds are all uninteresting accompanying subjects.

However, the palace examination presided over by the emperor himself is different. The champions over the years are all tributes with good answers to current affairs.

Hehe, when it's time for the palace test, it will definitely be Yuzhu's home field.

With his rich experience in politics, he has experienced all the practical issues in the small peasant society in advance.

It is not for nothing that the small town is a questioner. The answers to the questions he honed in advance are all suboptimal countermeasures that are completely practical.

Why is it a suboptimal strategy?

Because, no matter which dynasty the emperor made the decision, it was impossible to choose the best strategy, and he could only be forced to choose the second best strategy.

The logic is actually very simple. The most beneficial countermeasures for the emperor will inevitably infringe on the interests of vested interest groups.

Under such circumstances, no matter how good the countermeasure is, it will not benefit the country because it cannot be implemented, and it will become an excuse for local interest groups to entrap grassroots people.

Traitors and subordinates are good at using tiger skins as a banner to take advantage of the opportunity to make money.

This is the so-called good government by the imperial court will cause great harm to the local people!

After the examination, Yuzhu went home and slept all day.

After Yu Zhu woke up, she saw Lin Yan'er voluntarily leaning on his chest, and said in a tired voice, "Master, there is a beautiful woman, she is already in her arms."

Yu Zhu smiled slightly, grabbed Lin Yan'er's water snake waist, and asked her casually, "What time is it?"

Lin Yan'er nestled in Yu Zhu's arms, through the curtain, she called the girl on duty and ordered her to look at the clock.

"Back to Second Master, it's already three o'clock in Xu time." After looking at the clock, the girl on duty at night came back and knelt down to report the exact time.

"Well, I'll take care of you little fairy after I've filled my stomach." Yuzhu stretched out a finger, hooked Lin Yan'er's delicate chin, and pecked lightly on her red lips, then Call someone to wait for you to change clothes and wash.

Different from the extravagance of Longkodo and Li Si'er, under normal circumstances, Yuzhu's meals are at most eight dishes, plus one soup.

He himself joked that this is the so-called "eight dishes and one soup".

After eating, Yuzhu went to the upper room to greet Long Kedo and Li Si'er.

In the Long family, due to Li Si'er's publicity and domineering, the feudal ethics were basically corrupted to the point of disrepute.

Li Si'er wears the red cheongsam that can only be worn by the wife of the wife.Everyone knows that Li Si'er did this on purpose, just to disgust Longkodo's first wife, Little Hershey.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Longkodo's protection too much, the little Hesheli would have killed Li Si'er, a bitch in the outside room, long ago.

Another one, after Suo'etu and his capable sons were all killed by Kangxi, the entire Hesheli family seemed to have collapsed and never recovered.

Longkodo's wife, without the support of her powerful family, also lost the confidence to compete with Li Si'er!
These days, no matter how much parents favor sons over daughters, after a daughter gets married, she still has to rely on the support of her natal family to gain a foothold in her husband's family.

Li Si'er has been unable to enter the gate of the ancestral house of the old Tong's family. In the past, it was the little Hesheli who blocked him, but now it is Longkodo's biological mother, and the old Hesheli refused.

After all, the old Hesheli is the younger Hesheli's aunt, and the little Hesheli gave birth to Longkodo's eldest son, Yue Xing'a, early on.

The problem is that Longkodo's succession attitude in Lao Tong's house can no longer be described as obvious, but a matter of certainty.

To put it bluntly, Tong Guowei breathed his last in the morning, and Longkodo can take the title of first-class duke in the afternoon.

What's more frightening is that, as long as he is not really stupid, who can't see the general trend of rising to the top of the court as a manchurian Jinshi after Yuzhu Township Examination High School Jieyuan?

The old Tong family after Tong Guowei must fall into the hands of Longkodo and Yuzhu father and son of Tong's third house. This is a reality that does not depend on anyone's will.

It really pissed off Longkodo, and when Tong Guowei died, he simply put aside his eldest son, Yue Xing'a, and went straight to the book, asking Yuzhu to inherit the first-class Cheng Engong for the next generation, and it would be a complete blow.

To put it bluntly, this is what little Hesheli is afraid of.It doesn't matter if she is angry, Yue Xing'a is the direct descendant of the Tong family, why should he be subservient to Yu Zhu, that outlaw?

In the upper room of the main courtyard, Longkodo is playing with Li Si'er, counting the bank notes together.

When he was counting happily, Li Si'er suddenly sighed and said, "Master, shouldn't it be time to tell our son a good marriage?"

Longkodo stroked his beard and smiled slightly, and said, "Sier, it's not a good marriage, but two good marriages."

"Ah? Why?" Li Si'er was stunned immediately, and the banknotes in his hand spilled all over the kang table.

She was a little puzzled, how could Yuzhu talk about two marriages at the same time?

Longkodo came to Li Si'er's ear, deliberately lowered his voice, and said, "Hasn't Lao Ba Qingtai always been childless? He is also in his 40s, and there are many wives and concubines, but none of them has a trustworthy stomach." Son, alas, there is absolutely no hope of having a parent. Now, he wrote to me earlier to discuss with me, let our good son of Wenquxing be the third and eighth bedroom of our old Tong's family."

"Jiangyou? What do you mean?" Li Si'er questioned Longkodo suspiciously.

Longkodo hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, listen to me slowly. You are still our son's dear Enie, and no one can take it away. It's just that our son must call the eldest son Ama at the same time. That's all."

"Why? I, Li Si'er, a good son who has worked so hard to raise him, is Qingtai so cheap?" Li Si'er became angry, straightened up, and glared at Longkodo angrily.

Longkodo was lying low and being a small one, and he had to explain the stakes, which made Li Sier turn his anger into joy.

"According to what you say, Qingtai's million taels of silver belong to our good son?" Li Si'er loves money, and he is absolutely useless.

(End of this chapter)