Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Shi and Su looked at each other, and both understood that Song Rui's two revised sentences of the old poem had a profound meaning.

This means that although people today have not benefited from the moon in the past, the sun has also not benefited people from the past.

The meaning is self-explanatory.

"Zi Shi, I heard that your son and Mrs. Xue are engaged to be married?" Su Haochu suddenly stopped before getting into the car and turned around and asked.

Mei Jiarong was shocked and said: "I have inquiries from Prime Minister Lao Su. Xiaguan's ancestral home is Jinling. When my mother was here, she made the final decision on the baby's marriage.

Recently, Xiaguan has long wanted to withdraw from the engagement. "He is currently a editor at the Hanlin Academy and graduated from the sixth rank of official.

"Mei Lang, why is this?" Su Haochu said with a smile.

Mei Jiarong was tall and handsome when he was young, and had extraordinary talents. He was given the nickname "Jiangzuo Meilang". Although he is old now, he is still energetic, clear and healthy, and he can vaguely see some of his romantic appearance back then.

Mei Jiarong said hurriedly: "Now Jia Cong is rampant in his lust, cruelty and cruelty, colluding with traitor eunuchs, interfering in government affairs, and framed Zhongliang.

The Xue and Jia families have been related for generations, and Jia Cong is the son-in-law of the Xue family. If a girl from this family is allowed to come in, where will the clean family tradition of our family be affected? "

Su Haochu smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Zi Shi, I'm just asking casually. It's rare that you are clean and honest, don't admire the powerful, and you can set an example for the court."

Mei Jiarong was appreciated by the prime minister, and suddenly felt light and cheerful. He hurriedly bowed and said: "Su Xiang is very complimentary.

For many years, Xianguan had been under the supervision of Prime Minister Su. Although he had not established any career, he at least learned a bit about the character of a noble scholar. "

Su Haochu nodded with satisfaction and said: "I have always heard that the people from Jiangdong are very talented. Zishi has been keeping a low profile for these years and has a solid foundation. Why worry about not having accumulated a lot of experience?

In my opinion, based on Zishi's talent and character, he will become famous soon. "

Mei Jiarong was overjoyed. At this time, Prime Minister Su would not talk in general terms, but he must have something to point out. He said hurriedly: "I am the prime minister, but I am looking forward to it. If you are valued by Prime Minister Su, I will not give up even if I die."

Su Haochu said: "There have been a lot of vacancies in the court recently. Do you really care?"

"It all depends on the support of Prime Minister Su, and the subordinate officials are at their disposal."

Su Haochu smiled slightly and got in the car. There are so many vacancies this time, so we still have to push our own people as far as possible.
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On April 12, the apricot list was released again. Under the imperial court's adjustment of quotas and the full supervision of the imperial guards, no one was left unattended.

This time, 298 tribute scholars were admitted. The quotas in each province were catered for according to culture, education and population level. Generally speaking, northerners accounted for %, and southerners accounted for %. Since then, it has become a fixed practice, which can be regarded as balancing the dispute between the north and the south.

As expected, Jia Fang won again, better than last time, ranking fifteenth in high school.

Looking at the red papers copied and submitted by Jia Fang, Jia Cong also felt quite happy to be a "parent". He couldn't understand the article, so he directly read the comments of the examiner.

The room master’s general approval is: Recommended. The creative intention is profound and the pen is bright, just like when you first find a path, the dense flowers are deep and the leaves are dark, suddenly the sun breaks through the cracks in the forest, everything is exposed, and the birds are chirping. It is in your eyes and ears, isn't it? Special view? After discussing with each other, citing scriptures and discussing history, it is impossible to distinguish the merits of ten years.

Meng Huacai's rating is: medium. A harmonious heart and hand, good at finding time.

What Feng Yuan criticized was: take. Bamboo shadows are broken into gold, and the sound of springs is jade.

Guan Pu approved: take. There is a slight understanding in the chest, and the sentences are expressive.

Jiang Feng’s last batch was: medium. The gods move and heaven follows, and all the subtle manifestations arrive.

Baochai and Daiyu nodded in praise after seeing it.

"You can have someone carve it and send it to each house." Baochai said with a smile.

"Huh? Why is this?" Jia Cong asked.

But he didn't know the Chinese custom of the times. He would always distribute his masterpieces to relatives and friends, which was the same as showing off the notices from famous universities to future generations. Daiyu explained to him, and Jia Cong smiled and said: "This is a good thing. Someone came and engraved this scroll and sent it to every household in the clan. He also asked a craftsman to frame it and hang it in the clan school. Damn it, look at it.”

Jin Chuaner hurriedly took the paper.

"Brother Fang, what are your ambitions?" Jia Cong said lightly. It was finally his turn to ask someone else this question, and it was really fun.

Jia Fang hurriedly bowed and said: "My nephew is only willing to use what he has learned to fulfill his filial piety for his third uncle, do his best for the clan, and be loyal to the court. Besides, I have nothing else to ask for."

Jia Cong smiled slightly, but he felt good, knowing that the family came first and the court came last.

Because he said: "With your talent and learning, it will not be difficult to become a commoner after the imperial examination. This path seems noble, but I don't want you to go to the Hanlin Academy to read the classics and become a corrupt scholar. What do you think?"

There are generally three ways out for a Jinshi. The top one is a shujishi, who enters the Hanlin Academy and serves as a Ci minister to support the emperor. He is often accompanied by the emperor. He is promoted quickly and has great potential.

Secondly, it is also quite good to be in charge of the Sixth Ministry or to be an official in the department and to hold real power.

The last step is to be posted as a county magistrate or as an assistant official in the state capital. The potential for official career is very small, and the risks are still very high.

At that time, Jia Yucun was promoted to county magistrate after passing the Jinshi examination. Although he was promoted to prefect, he was dismissed after only a few years of service. If it weren't for Lin Ruhai's power, there would be no chance of recovery.

Being an official in the capital is different. Even if you are defeated, you can still be sent to work as an official in a local area. Even if you are demoted, you have an escape route, and you don't have to become a teacher.

Jia Fang said: "My nephew is willing to let his third uncle do what he wants. He has no other intentions."

Jia Cong nodded: "I hope you will become a local official and do some practical work."

Jia Fang's heart sank. It was easy to go down, but difficult to come up.

However, he did not dare to have any objections. He only felt a little bitter in his mouth and bowed: "My nephew wants to go, but I don't know where?"

It doesn't matter if it's a good and prosperous place. With the help of Jin Yiwei, no one would dare to interfere with him without opening his eyes.

"Lingnan." Jia Cong said.

Jia Fang panicked. This place had high mountains and long roads. It had long been the place where guilty officials were demoted. She fell into this place...

He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "My nephew is young and has little knowledge. If there is anything wrong with me, I hope that my third uncle will forgive me."

Jia Cong laughed dumbly, raised his hand and said: "What are you doing? Get up. Do you think I am suppressing you?"

"My nephew doesn't dare." Jia Fang said politely, still a little aggrieved in her heart. She had such a good ranking, why would she go to that smoky place instead of the Hanlin Academy?
"Don't feel aggrieved. I asked you to go there because it was important. Jia Yun is also there.

To tell you the truth, I have started some new property. You can go to Haosheng to take care of it for me for a few years and gain experience in the local area. I guarantee that you will not be inferior to anyone in the same field in the future. "Jia Cong laughed.

Jia Yun was overjoyed. Jia Cong's words were more important than Mount Tai. She hurriedly bowed and said: "My third uncle has his destiny, and my nephew will never give up even if he dies."

Jia Cong said: "The general Su Qing of Guangzhou there is one of our own, and there is also Jia Yun and the local Jinyi Guards to help him. Are you afraid that he will not achieve political achievements?
When the time comes, I'll say hello to you again. Whether you want to be a feudal official or a capital official, it's not just a matter of words? "

Although Jia Fang is calm, she is also very excited by the pie painted by Jia Cong. Isn't it just to become an official after studying hard for so many years?
"Don't worry, third uncle, my nephew will obey orders."

After sending Jia Fang away, Jia Cong remembered the notebook about the last brothel robbery case.

Now that the general examination has passed, everyone's attention is focused on the several big vacancies vacated by the old party. Who has the mind to care about the brothel case.

According to Pang Chao's plan, he handed over the certificate yesterday. As expected, everything was calm. Emperor Xifeng approved it with three words, and he got it. (End of chapter)