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Chapter 168 Mr. Liuyang
"It seems that reputation is quite important."

Yang Liang sighed. In order to qualify for the provincial examination, he had done it once in Min'an County.Unexpectedly, this examination is also not simple. If you want to be named on the gold list, you must gain a huge reputation before the examination.

That's right, any ranking on the gold list is not an inch of land. It can make a family prosperous or make a family decline. Why should I give you a penniless long-term worker?

In this regard, Yang Liang was also worried. After all, he was not the real Li Qingyang. If his reputation was too great, he might cause trouble.

What's more, there is also the Silver Sword Guard who wants him secretly.

"Master Li, along the way, you might as well travel around and make friends with famous people. When you get to the capital, you will have friends. If you have friends, you will become famous."

"Mr. Zhong, I have been studying the books of sages with all my heart, but I am really troubled by these welcoming and sending things. I rely on my true talent and study, can't I really pass the exam?"

"No."

Zhong Changgeng put it very succinctly and said: "Master Li, you must not have this kind of thinking. You are the best among people. If you hold yourself to your talents, you will delay yourself."

He seemed to have been prepared, and continued: "There is a Mr. Liuyang in Huangcheng, who is engaged in farming and reading, and usually teaches children to read.

If the young master can meet with him and chat about some poems and articles, then he can get one or two words of praise from him, and it will be a good talk if it spreads.

Of course, it would be even better if I could take Mr. Liuyang as my teacher.However, Mr. Liuyang has not accepted a disciple for many years, and many people have begged him for a long time to no avail. "

Yang Liang thought for a while, and it seemed that in addition to vanilla, he also wanted to go to the countryside and do as the Romans did.

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Changgeng stroked his beard and smiled and said: "I feel happy when I see a young man like you. In the future, if you can get a good name, I will also be happy for you."

Yang Liang has a good relationship with the Zhong family, and his status as a judge has proven his investment value. Zhong Changgeng is also willing to form a good relationship.

"Tomorrow morning, I will take you to visit Mr. Liuyang. Mr. Li might as well prepare a poem. Mr. Liuyang likes this best."

"Poetry?"

Yang Liang shook his head and sighed, that would be too much for me.

In the morning of the next day, the Zhong family prepared a carriage, carrying Yang Liang, Zhong Changgeng, and Lu Yuanyuan.

There is also a car specially used to pull gifts.

When I was about to go out, I saw a young man running out of the yard.

"Dad, I heard that you are going to see Mr. Liuyang. Please take me with you."

This young man is Zhong Changgeng's third son, named Zhong Yanshou, and he is about the same age as Yang Liang.

"Nonsense, Mr. Li and I have something important to do. What are you going to do with us? With your knowledge, you are not afraid of being kicked out by Mr. Liuyang."

"What's wrong with me? I am also a civil servant, and I still have to take part in the imperial examination."

"Shut up, you don't know how you got the job. Don't embarrass me by going to the capital."

Yang Liang touched his nose, pretended not to hear the conversation between father and son, and turned to the other side of the carriage.

"Dad, you are so kind to outsiders, why can't you spend some time on me? I also have ambitions. Mr. Liuyang has a good reputation. If you don't see me, you will see him. How much can a student from Pingzhou have? knowledge."

"Master Li is our family's benefactor."

Zhong Changgeng paused and said: "Come on, just go and join in the fun. Remember not to talk nonsense when the time comes, understand."

"Uh-huh."

Zhong Yanshou nodded repeatedly and jumped onto the carriage.

The carriage creaked and left the village, and soon after, it reached the official road.

After walking for about an hour, a wheat field appeared in front of us. Next to the wheat field, there was a house.When Yang Liang got off the bus, he saw that many people had gathered here, and the traffic was even a bit congested.

They were all scholar-looking people, lining up in long lines on the field roads, holding various gifts in their hands.

Zhong Changgeng joined in, and the expression on his face was even a bit glorious: "Mr. Liuyang is a great person. Look at these people, they are all students from all over the world. If you can get some advice from Mr. Liuyang, One sentence is better than ten years of reading."

Yang Liang looked at this scene curiously. He did not expect that a Confucian scholar could have such a grand pomp, just like the stars in his previous life.

To some extent, there are many similarities between the two.

"Sir, I'm tired." Lu Yuanyuan said impatiently.

"When you are tired, go and have a rest in the carriage. There is a heater in the carriage." Yang Liang said, "Mr. Zhong, do you want to go and have a rest together."

"I take tonics every day and my health is very good. I also want to see Mr. Liuyang earlier." Zhong Changgeng said.

The team moved forward little by little. When they approached the yard, Yang Liang saw many young men in the yard. Some were sweeping the floor, some were sprinkling water, and some were chopping firewood.

"What do they do?" Yang Liang asked curiously.

"Oh, they all wanted to become Mr. Liuyang's disciple, but Mr. Liuyang refused. So they tried to find a way to stay here, trying to impress Mr. Liuyang in this way."

Zhong Yanshou said with some envy: "I had been chopping firewood here for three months, but in the end my ax was taken away, and it was no longer my turn to chop wood."

"This is because you have no will. If you can persist, maybe Mr. Liuyang will meet you and talk about poetry and poetry with you."

Yang Liang was completely silent. The old boss and young master of Sibao Drug Store were so humble.

"Master Li doesn't know that Mr. Liuyang is very famous in Suzhou. Even in the capital, Mr. Liuyang's poems are spread. If you can worship Mr. Liuyang as your teacher, you will almost have a [-]% chance of being nominated on the list. If you can If you can really win the exam, what you are doing now will not matter." Zhong Changgeng said.

Yang Liang finally understood that everything that exists is reasonable.

It seems that the profession of a scholar also has a bad side - reading too much can easily make your brain stupid.

At noon, we finally encountered Yang Liang and Zhong Changgeng.

Zhong Changgeng respectfully presented the gift list and name card, and said humbly: "Zhong Changgeng of Sibao Medicine Shop, I am here to pay my respects to Mr. Liuyang, and I have specially prepared a small gift."

Zhong Changgeng cleared his throat and said: "There are a pair of luminous pearls, four hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, and ten pieces of cotton..."

The book boy guarding the door had a particularly big shelf. He said coldly: "My husband doesn't know these words. If you have any poems, you can take them out and I will hand them in for you."

"This..." Zhong Changgeng hesitated. He asked the gunman to write a poem, but he always felt unsatisfied, fearing that he would not be able to impress Mr. Liuyang.

"You can't even come up with a poem, right?" At this time, a young man in Jinyi who was sweeping the floor in the yard spoke up. He said arrogantly: "Mr. Liuyang has lofty aspirations. Those yellow and white things can impress ordinary people, but they can't. Impress Mr. Liuyang.

If you can't even come up with a poem, then what are you talking about with Mr. Liuyang? Business. "

"It's Young Master Ning Fang Zening. It turns out he's here too."

"Mr. Ning is a talented man from our Phoenix City. I heard that he passed the exam 17 years ago and has been waiting for an opportunity to take the exam."

Mr. Ning looked to be in his forties, with gray on his temples.

But looking at the meticulous way he held the broom, it was obvious that he had sunk into the world of sweeping.

Probably there is also a chain of contempt in Mr. Liuyang's yard. The sweeper can look down on the sprinkler, and the sprinkler can look down on the waterer.

Yang Liang thought for a while and said, "Then I will write a message and send it to Mr. Liuyang."

Everything was lacking here except pen and paper. Yang Liang splashed ink, thought for a while, and wrote a question.

(End of this chapter)