I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 213
Famous work
In a very short period of time, Feng Bingwen's policy theory spread to the whole Dagan, streets and alleys, fields and fields, from high-ranking officials and nobles to ordinary people and peddlers. People talked about it in every city and every place. The article written by Qifeng Bingwen, and his 13-year-old candidate.

The imperial examination held every three years is the only way for ordinary people at the bottom and poor families to get promoted, but the vast majority of people don’t care about it, because they have no money for their children and grandchildren to study. .The imperial examination has nothing to do with them.

Therefore, even if it is the number one scholar who won the first prize in the imperial examination, not many people in the countryside know his name, even if they hear it, they will forget it when they turn their heads.

The reason is that it has nothing to do with their diet and daily life. It doesn’t matter if you know it, and it’s even better if you don’t know it. If you have this skill, it’s better to dig two more hoes in the ground.

But this time is different. Some people advocated reductions and exemptions in the imperial examination, and even abolished agricultural taxes, and even exempted low-income people from paying taxes.

"I heard that this year's imperial examination champion is Xingjun?"

"What number one scholar? Where did you hear about it? The provincial examination hasn't even started yet. Where did the number one scholar come from?"

"Haven't the articles written by this year's No. [-] scholar already spread?"

"Are you talking about the article on agricultural tax relief? I heard it was written by a scholar who was only 13 years old."

"13 years old? He's so young, so this year's champion must be him!"

"Yes! I heard that this candidate named Feng Bingwen is a star king descended from the sky. When he was born, he was born with a vision, and the room was filled with red light."

"Isn't this Feng Bingwen going to be the prime minister in the future?"

"That's for sure. This kind of person was born to be a prime minister."

"It's good to be a prime minister. If this kind of great sage becomes a prime minister, life for us ordinary people will be easier."

Ordinary common people, farming households, don't have much knowledge and don't care about other things. They only know that this year's imperial examination, a young examinee suggested reducing or even exempting them from the burden-bearing taxes they originally had to pay.

This alone is enough for the people who have heard the relevant deeds to praise him, saying that he is a star king who descended to earth, calling him a saint in the world, wishing him to be in charge of the court, becoming a minister of the world, and then turning what he wrote Make reality, even if it is only a part of it.

However, compared to the counselors and sincere expectations of the low-level people and small households, those rich businessmen and powerful officials and dignitaries with considerable wealth have a less favorable evaluation of Feng Bingwen, which can be called polarization.

"Feng Bingwen? A young child who dares to talk about the tax system? What does he know!"

"For the past 300 years of my dynasty, agricultural tax has always been the mainstay. Not to mention our dynasty, even the previous dynasty, any dynasty recorded in history books has collected agricultural tax, and has never been abolished."

"Absurd child, whimsical!"

"How can this kind of person take part in the imperial examination, and let him get the first place, really ridiculous?"

"The chief examiner in Jinglin Prefecture is really old-sighted, with such ignorance, he should return home and never be hired!"

The beneficiaries naturally praised it, but the rich businessmen who felt that their interests were seriously threatened cursed, and naturally there was nothing good in their words.

Although there are some people who praise Feng Bingwen's benevolence and ambition, compared with that huge class group, these words of praise are insignificant and inconspicuous.

Jinglin Prefecture, Longchuan Prefecture, Qingshan County

In the public school rebuilt on the basis of the abandoned mansion of a large family, in a room belonging to the teaching teacher, several hearty laughter rang out, followed by a little excited conversation.

After a while, an excited middle-aged gentleman in a plain white gown walked out with a flushed face. After crossing the threshold, he turned around and said seriously to a gentleman who seemed to be about the same age as him,
"Mr. Feng, if your virtuous grandson comes back, I will definitely pay a visit!"

"it is good."

In this room, the gentleman who was also dressed in a plain Confucian shirt nodded with a smile, except for the white jade around his waist, there were no extravagant items on his body.

It's just that his complexion looks very good, his complexion is rosy, his eyes are piercing, and there are only a few shallow wrinkles on his face, showing a slightly aged appearance.

"boom!"

After bidding farewell to this young master who hadn't been in close contact with him with a smile, Feng Lingjun, who looked like a middle-aged man, closed the door, and the original smile disappeared quickly, and even became a little gloomy.

He walked back to the desk and sat down. He picked up a theory on the table, which he had talked about with countless people in the past few days. The breath is thicker, and it seems quite boring.

"My dear grandson, how did you write such an article?"

Recalling the quarrels and discussions in the county school about the policy theory written by his grandson in the past few days, and remembering the discussions and compliments he had heard during his trips to and from school at home, Feng Lingjun took a deep breath .

After a while, the younger old master began to grind ink, then took out a few pieces of letter paper, and began to write a letter with a pen. This is a letter he wrote to his son.

So, half a month later, Feng Zichuan, with a look of worry and panic on his face, rushed back with Feng Bingwen, and the puppet carriage they were riding in had been working day and night for almost half a month. Running wildly, when it stopped now, there was actually white smoke coming out of it.

However, these are of course not the point. Feng Zichuan, who got a letter from his own father saying he was sick, broke into the house with a face full of panic, and bumped into the old mother who was leading a group of big geese for a walk by the lake.

"Mom! Where's my father?"

Seeing his old mother's puzzled face, Feng Zichuan was taken aback, and realized that something seemed wrong, so he asked quickly.

"He, he went to school, but he said that you will come back in a few days, so he asked me to pay attention. He has something to tell you, don't come back, and left in a hurry."

"Isn't my father sick?"

"What kind of illness? Your father and I have gotten better and better over the past few years, and we haven't been sick once. You haven't seen how strong your father is. How can this old man be sick?"

Feng Zichuan's face was a little stiff, never expecting that his father would write a letter to lie to him.

The old man exhorted, and then looked at the calm Feng Bingwen with a smile on his face, chatted with his grandson whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and then walked briskly to Wolong Lake with a group of squawking geese up.

"Look, I just said, Grandpa can't be okay!"

Seeing his anxious father calm down at the door of the house along the way, Feng Bingwen knew the ins and outs of everything by heart.

Half a month ago, the old man sent someone to send a letter suddenly, saying that he was sick in bed, feeling that time was running out, and wanted to see his children and grandchildren.

Under such circumstances, Feng Zichuan didn't care too much even if the township examination was coming soon, he hurriedly pulled Feng Bingwen into the puppet carriage that could not rest day and night, and drove back with bumps all the way.

But he didn't expect that when he got home, it turned out to be like this. There was nothing abnormal in the house, and his father even had time to go to the county school to teach, and he didn't have any illnesses.

"You are about to take the township examination, and your grandfather wrote to call us back at this time, it's really..."

Feng Zichuan, who had a false alarm, wiped off his sweat after rejoicing, and felt a little bit of resentment in his heart, complaining to his son beside him.

"Grandpa should have something to tell you."

"No matter what you have to do, you have to wait until you finish the exam!"

Feng Zichuan was still chattering on and on, the bumpy road made him very uncomfortable.

And his complaints waited until the evening, when the old man returned home in the dusk and night.

"Zi Chuan, come with me!"

As soon as the old man entered the house, he called Feng Zichuan into the study.

"Father, why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Feng Zichuan was very angry at this time, even the old man had an indelible influence and oppressive force in his heart, and he still poked his neck and questioned him at this moment.

"Can't you wait for Bingwen to finish the exam?"

"He can't take the exam anymore!"

Before his son could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand and interrupted his words, with a strong look of depression and irritability on his brows.

"what?"

Hearing this at first, the people of Fengzichuan were dumbfounded, and immediately realized,

"What are you talking about?"

"Wen'er, he can't be allowed to take the imperial examination anymore, he must not continue to take the exam."

Feng Lingjun paused every word, enunciating clearly.

"why?"

Feng Zichuan couldn't understand.

"Wen'er, he's not made to be an official!"

Faint candlelight danced in the room, shining on Feng Lingjun's angular face.

"Is it because of that policy theory?"

Feng Zichuan is not stupid either. The old man who studied imperial examinations all day long and even spent most of his life betting on them suddenly asked his grandson to give up the imperial examinations. There must be some extremely important reason. Policy theories sparked discussion here and there.

"Yes, the content of that article is enough to make Wen'er cut himself off from the officialdom. Once he is in high school, I am afraid that the blood of my Feng family will be cut off."

"is it so serious?"

"How has your business been doing over the years?"

"I saved a thousand acres of fertile land for Wen'er!"

"Well, that's enough."

When the old man heard this, there was no shock on his face, but he nodded calmly.

"The family property you have saved should be enough for him to squander alone. No matter what he does, he can wield knives and guns, even if he hangs around romantic places, he can do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't take the imperial examination."

"..."

Recalling what he had seen and heard during these days, and the complaints from several businessmen who were familiar with him, Feng Zichuan was silent for a moment, and then slowly uttered,

"I understand! But, dad, you want to be like grandpa all your life, why don't you give Bingwen another exam?"

(End of this chapter)