A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 22 I won’t accept the patriarch’s expectations
But these words came from Song Xuan's mouth.

Many people would wonder how you could humiliate scholars like this!

Now, respecting culture and suppressing military power is the national policy of the Song Dynasty!
We are all noble people, how can we be mixed up with money-grubbing and the like?
"Twelfth brother, you can't say these words to anyone."

"Hahaha."

Song Xuan clicked his tongue twice:
"You're so smart, how could you not have thought of it? It's just that you were so focused on studying that you didn't have time to think about it."

Zhang Fangping actually restrained himself from thinking about these things.

This is to avoid the situation where you are still penniless and become restless while fantasizing about future success before you even achieve success.

But when some things are laid bare, no one wants to accept them easily.

"Twelfth Brother, what is your goal?"

"Me?"

A playful expression suddenly flashed across Song Xuan's face:

"I want to climb to the top step by step and become the prime minister!"

"Prime Minister?"

"Well, the Song Dynasty is not like the Tang Dynasty. Many people can only become prime ministers if they come from aristocratic families. In the Song Dynasty, common people can become prime ministers, and the proportion is very large. It's not a bad idea to work hard."

Song Xuan chuckled a few times:

"But the most important thing is to get into Yingtianfu Academy. Otherwise, everything is just empty talk. If you can't even pass the imperial examination, then you're doomed."

Yingtianfu Academy is the provincial school, and if you pass the exam, you don’t have to take the county school exam.

"Even though the teacher thinks highly of you, Twelfth Brother still needs to study hard."

Zhang Fangping also had a smile on his face: "After all, you are the last in the Song family private school."

Song Xuan laughed a few times and said nothing more.

Zhao San bowed to everyone outside the cold paste shop and said polite words like, "Someone will take over the shop from now on, and I hope everyone will continue to support it."

Only then did everyone realize that what Song Twelve said was true and he really had sold the shop.

The fact that he always ranked last in the exams at the Song family private school had long been spread.

This joke has long since worn off.

Now, when I suddenly heard that Song Xuan had sold the shop where he made his living, I immediately started to have conspiracy theories.

Anyway, he is just an unpopular bastard, so he can be bullied if he is bullied outside.

Song Xuan didn't want to care about anything, but the Zhao family brought the basket of money in such a ostentatious manner, so of course they couldn't hide anything.

It doesn't matter if you slap Song Xuan in the face, but the Song family is a well-known family in the local area.

There were also clan members working as minor clerks in the Ningling County government office, serving the county magistrate.

The imperial power does not extend to the countryside, and the gentry controls the four directions.

Although it has been less than 70 years since Zhao Kuangyin established the national policy, he has trained a large number of scholars. Whether they passed the exam or not, they all have a status.

A large number of gentry lived in the local area and consciously formed associations to form relatively stable groups, which were enough to manipulate many officials.

There are certainly quite a few local gentry and bullies.

Song Xuan stood in front of the old house of the Song family and snorted. There were also Jinshi in his family, but his rank was not high, and there were not many old friends of high rank.

However, the old patriarch and the uncle of this year's top scorer had become relatives a few years ago. When the news came this year, the Song family became proud in the local area, and they felt quite proud of it.

However, Song Xuan felt that the top scholar who was far away in Bianjing City might not know that he had such a relative.

He stood at the door and watched for a while before strolling in.

Several cousins ​​who were studying in the same private school were whispering to each other, wondering why the last-ranked student came back to the village?

On weekdays, he was always hanging out outside because he was ranked last in the private school and was too embarrassed to come back! There were some cousins ​​who wanted to follow Song Xuan, but he drove them away.

He doesn't have time to take care of any children, so as not to be blamed in the future.

His parents want their son to pass the imperial examination.

How can you play with the worst students? Wouldn’t that lead your own good children astray?
Song Xuan was sitting in the hall, listening to the clan leader's eldest son coming over. He snorted when he saw Song Xuan being so rude.

"Twelve, who told you to sit?"

"I."

Song Xuan didn't even raise his eyelids:
"Where's Third Grandpa? He asked me to come, and you are not qualified to act like an elder in front of me!"

"you."

Song Lin was so angry that his beard was about to stand up. The two of them had a grudge against each other for a long time.

"I'm teaching you a lesson on behalf of your father, but I didn't expect you to hold such a grudge. You're truly worse than one."

"Song Lin, is my father dead? Do I need you to teach me a lesson?"

"How dare you speak of me like that, your mother."

Song Xuan stared at him blankly with his head tilted to the side.

Song Lin seemed to recall some bad memories.

His back teeth ached slightly, so he forced himself to swallow the words and decisively closed his mouth.

A young and strong man is better than a strong one. Three or five ordinary people cannot get close to his nephew.

Da da da.

The head of the Song family walked into the hall with a dragon-headed cane and said slowly:
"It seems that your nephew didn't beat you hard enough."

"father."

The old man waved his hand, no longer needing his help, and sat on the chair:
"My grandson, I heard that you sold your cold paste shop to the Zhao family because of poor management. Why didn't you discuss this with your family?"

"Grandpa, who should I discuss this with?"

Song Xuan pointed outside and said, "Is it my lustful and gambling father, or this uncle who wants to take over my shop?"

"Every one of them is a spendthrift. They only have eyes for the little money that Grandpa and I have. I would be considered filial if I didn't beat them up with a club and throw them into the river.

He still wants to be the next patriarch of our Song family. If the side branches can agree, then the Song family will really decline."

"You!" Song Lin explained forcefully:
"Dad, I thought Twelve was too young and the Third was too lazy to take on the responsibility, so I wanted to help him. I didn't expect him to hold a grudge against me for so many years. He's such a heartless person."

"Okay, get out."

The old man signaled his eldest son to get out.

He looks so useless, being suppressed by his nephews and unable to hold his head up.

He couldn't win with words, and was even more embarrassed with martial arts.

"My dear grandson, there is no outsider here, so stop acting."

The old man stroked his gray beard and said leisurely:
"Our Song family has no successors. With these rebellious sons, the main line will sooner or later be diverted."

"I know you've been smart since you were little, but you didn't want to be a tool for your father to show off, so you always deliberately ranked last in the private school exams over the years."

"Don't rush to refute me. I know you're leaving. Stop thinking about the troubles in Lema Town and go out and explore the world. I also traveled a lot when I was your age.

"I just want you to remember, no matter how far you go, come back when you have time. Your grandfather's body can't hold out for a few more years, and I don't want the main vein to be deviated. I just want you to have a great future."

"Your second uncle was the most promising one in our family, but he was too weak and died after serving as an official for only a few years. He could only temporarily preserve our Song family's fortune, but with no one in the family striving for progress, it will eventually fall into decline."

Song Xuan smiled sarcastically, "Master, my cousins ​​also have the hope of passing the imperial examination, and there's also my eldest brother. They've been studying at the Yingtianfu Academy for several years, so they all have a better chance than me."

(End of this chapter)