In this year's Shuntian Prefecture examination, Jia Cong took the first place in the prefecture, and Baoyu became Sun Shan, ranking fiftieth on the list.
The government examination was obviously more difficult. Except for Jia Cong and Baoyu, all the other six people from the Ningrong Jia family who took the examination failed.
But even so, the results achieved were beyond Mr. Jing's expectation. Especially Baoyu's shocking policy made Mr. Jing dumbfounded.
If Jia Cong's policies and theories are valuable, it is because of its practicality, which is regarded as a treasure by people from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry. Na Baoyu's strategies were very popular with officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Although Mr. Zheng said he was in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, his heart had already flown to Shuntian Prefecture.
"Master, master..."
Wow!
The door to the hotel room was opened by Master Zheng, and he asked eagerly: "How are you, Gui?"
The follower Agui replied with a very strange expression: "Second Master won the prize, ranking fiftieth, right at the bottom of the list. Third Master Cong won the title of government trial case, and several other brothers in the clan were not on the list."
"I got it, I got it, I got it, that's fine."
It doesn't matter whether Sun Shan or not, as long as he wins.
Mr. Zheng didn't notice the strange expression of his entourage at all, and was immersed in joy.
It wasn't until his colleagues came to congratulate him that Mr. Zheng slowly realized something was wrong.
"Brother Cunzhou, your son should be here at the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He is simply a born troll...ahem, a born censor!"
"Yes, yes. In the past, I thought your son was just a romantic talent who was good at poetry, but he turned out to be a natural-born admonisher. He is worthy of the bloodline and character of Brother Zhou!"
ah?
What?
What did Baoyu do?
Mr. Zheng was stunned until someone took out the copied Baoyu policy. A group of people gathered around the policy and marveled at it. Mr. Zheng only glanced at it briefly, and his spine went cold.
Good guy, your father and I don’t even dare to be so reckless!
If Jia Cong's policy is a practical relief strategy, then Baoyu's policy mainly focuses on the supervision of officials and the punishment of corrupt officials.
The whole article is full of contempt and hatred for the national thieves, ranging from the high-ranking princes to the low-ranking officials. It seems that the civil and military ministers of the dynasty, who are full of official career and economy, have forgotten to report the king's kindness and calm the hearts of the people.
If it were someone else who made such remarks as Baoyu, he would not be hung on a tree and beaten severely.
But unable to stand up to a special place like the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Lu Yang, the number one troll in the country and the censor of Zuodu, personally patted Jia Zheng on the shoulder, his eyes filled with relief.
"Cunzhou, in the past you always said that your son is an evildoer. I feel that your son has really inherited your character, and he should be the future pillar of our Metropolitan Procuratorate. When he passes the examination, you can bring him to my house. Sit down, I am very curious as to how he wrote such warning words."
The two brothers sat in the carriage, Jia Cong stared at Baoyu all the way.
The guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes suddenly made such a move.
"Brother Bao, how on earth did you do it? There is not a single curse word in the entire article, but you cursed so freely."
ah?
Baoyu felt uncomfortable being stared at by Jia Cong. She avoided Jia Cong's eyes and murmured: "Actually, I don't know, but when I saw the title, I unconsciously thought of what you told me about the misery of refugees. If According to you, the flood could have been avoided, and the people could survive with the government's relief. But..."
As he spoke, Baoyu sighed and mustered up his courage.
"I know that I am a useless useless person. I don't like the official career and economy by nature, and I hate the imperial examination. But every time I hear about corrupt officials harming the people, I can't help but get angry. I don't have the ability to punish the national thieves who oppress the people, and I can't write I wrote an article about saving the world and the people, thinking that it doesn’t matter whether I pass the exam or not, so I just wanted to use it to scold and vent my bad breath."
Good guy, this is what Mr. Bao did!
The old lady protected Baoyu for more than ten years, allowing his character to perfectly maintain the concept of human nature being good at first.
In Baoyu's view, things that offend others are simply insignificant. After all, he was able to do it without any guidance at the Fengtian Palace banquet.
It is simply not normal for the fierce people who spent money on Qian Kun and Qian Kang to write articles and criticize the national thieves.
But...
Baoyu went to Rongxi Hall to announce the good news to the old lady, while Jia Cong stayed in the front yard to arrange a family gathering to celebrate.
Before he could make arrangements, Mr. Zheng hurriedly walked into the house.
"Brother Cong, where is Baoyu? Where are the others?"
Could it be that the Dongchuang incident happened? Could it be that he was really right and Brother Bao was going to be beaten with a big stick by his second uncle?
"Ah, Second Uncle, don't be angry. Second Brother Bao passed the government examination. Although the policy is a bit shocking, it is a happy event after all. I can't beat him, I can't beat him..."
Jia Cong hugged Mr. Zheng, who was about to rush into the second door to look for Baoyu, and used his eyes to signal the maid to go to the inner courtyard to report the news.
Um?
Master Zheng was a little confused, so he grabbed Jia Cong's neck and pulled him up to him.
"I didn't say I wanted to hunt for gems. I also read the strategy. It is indeed a rare and good article..."
At the luncheon at Rongxi Hall, only the relatives of the two families gathered together and had a happy meal. Mr. Zheng drank several drinks in a row, and his whole face was radiant. He even wrote a poem, showing his pride.
This was the first time that Baoyu was praised by Master Zheng. He drank two more glasses of wine, his round face was red, and he was finally sent back to Nuange to rest by Xiangyun in a daze.
"Brother Cong, arrange for someone to go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to apply for leave for your second uncle..."
Before the old lady finished her instructions, Mr. Zheng got up and went to the Yamen: "Mother, my son is fine. I still have official business to deal with in the afternoon."
What a pity, Mr. Zheng was so happy today that he was already dizzy from drinking.
Jia Cong ordered people to go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to ask for leave and help him sit down.
"How can the second uncle handle official business if he is like this? If he does something wrong due to negligence, it will be troublesome."
"Well, this is true... Even if I write a single word, I am ashamed of your kindness and the people. Brother Cong is right, I won't go, I won't go."
After drinking a bowl of sobering soup, Mr. Zheng leaned back in his chair in a daze. Suddenly he covered his face and started crying, which frightened the old lady and Jia Cong to a loss.
"Mom, I'm so happy!"
"Baoyu has finally made his mark. Even Mr. Lu said that Baoyu has the talent to admonish ministers and the character of a son!"
"I thought that without Brother Zhu, I would have no hope in this life, but God finally opened his eyes and gave me a successor!"
Jia Cong settled the drunken second uncle and his son, and returned to the study room of Dongkuaoyuan to sigh.
The fight between the eldest and the second eldest brother of the Rongguo Mansion seemed like a ridiculous dream. Master Pardon and Master Zheng despised and competed with each other, but they were full of hope for each other's son.
Back then, Master Pardon even considered passing on the title and all the inheritance of Rongguo Mansion to Jia Zhu, the most promising person in the family.
When Baoyu was harmed by the stupid woman Wang's Hanyu, he almost drew his sword and killed him in anger.
The same goes for Mr. Zheng. After Jia Cong showed his extraordinary ability to meet people, he felt honored when he went out and talked about his nephew.
Even if my level is just like that, I still put a lot of effort into giving guidance and teaching. When encountering danger, his first reaction is to pull his nephew behind him to protect him.
Although Jia Cong's force is worth beating several political masters...
"Oh, I didn't expect my second uncle to have so many things on his mind..."
"Of course. When you were knighted, my second uncle was not only happy for you, but also felt huge disappointment in his eyes."
Daiyu walked into the study, sat opposite Jia Cong, held her delicate chin with her hand, and stared at Jia Cong.
"Second Brother Bao has become famous this time. When we came back, we received dozens of invitations, and these were just people who were watching the rankings in Shuntian Mansion."
Jia Cong pointed to the tall greeting card next to him and said with a wry smile: "This is a good thing. The temper of the second brother Yibao is likely to be plotted. Not to mention anything else, just his reputation as a civil and military critic. Policy theory is enough to make people hate you."
Daiyu frowned and spat in a cold voice: "What's the point? Since
If you become a national thief and a coward, you should be scolded. I read the policy report, and there was no mistake in the whole article, which made me read it thoroughly! "
"I didn't say that Brother Bao was wrong. Even Mr. Lu said that Brother Bao's policy was a warning to the world. It's just..."
Jia Cong didn't know how to explain to Daiyu the reality in the court. It's easy to break if it's too strong, not to mention that the court is not a fairy tale world with black and white.
Daiyu sighed softly: "I know what you mean. In fact, I am also worried about this matter. I am afraid that Baoyu will be hated by others this time."
"You still have me, it's okay."
Jia Cong took the opportunity to rub Daiyu's head, just like a cat, causing Daiyu to gently pat away her restless hand.
"Let's get down to business..."
Jia Cong moved his chair, leaned against Daiyu, and whispered in her ear.
After a while, Daiyu's eyes lit up: "Is it really okay? Wouldn't this push Baoyu to the front desk?"
"To put it bluntly, even if others want to take advantage of Brother Bao, they still have to weigh whether they can withstand the anger of the city's officials."
Jia Cong smiled mysteriously: "Besides, letting Baoyu take the lead has another advantage. It is the best choice for the second uncle, the second brother Bao, and even the Rongguo Mansion."
Lin's daughter, the head of Wen'an County, petitioned the palace and obtained the imperial concubine's order to obtain the right to use the provincial court.
Then invitations were sent out again, inviting the noble ladies from the capital to come to the flower-viewing banquet in three days.
This time, the troupe was not invited to sing "The White-Haired Girl", but the recent hot topics in the capital were still the most interesting things for the ladies.
Of course, this flower viewing banquet was inseparable from gossip, especially the matter of Baoyu strategy. The noble ladies tried their best to inquire about the girls from Ning and Rong mansions.
At the same time, the heated debate on Baoyu's policy among officials in the capital intensified, and because of its huge relationship with the implementation of the "Shuntian Prefecture Refugee Relief and Resettlement Guide", Baoyu immediately became the best leader in the hearts of many officials.
What is the leader doing? Submit a letter!
Lu Zongxian, the imperial censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, said that Jia Jue and Jia Baoyu of the Rongguo Prefecture were qualified to admonish ministers.
Since he dared to speak up for the people and scolded the Chinese thieves all over the court, he also had an official title and was the brother of the imperial concubine.
So, for him to be in charge of writing matters, it wouldn't be too perfect.
Jia Cong took Baoyu out of Rongguo Mansion, and when he held a poetry meeting with the officials invited that day, he immediately became the focus of everyone.
"Little Third Master, is it really okay for you to deceive Second Master Bao like this?"
Snapped!
Jia Cong flicked the folding fan in his hand, which looked like a feather fan and silk scarf.
He smiled and said to Er Gouzi: "How can you say it's a trap? I'm just thinking about Brother Bao's future!"
This poetry meeting also established a poetry club named Minde.
"Yi Gu Gua" says that a gentleman aims to inspire the people and cultivate virtue.
The members of the Poetry Society unified their thoughts intentionally or unintentionally, and elected Baoyu as the honorary president of the Minde Poetry Society. They agreed to hold a Taoism conference at the Imperial College in two days to discuss the traitors of the country and the evil deeds of the country together with the supervisors of the Imperial College.
Baoyu was dumbfounded and Jia Cong laughed.
After returning to Rongguo Mansion in a daze, Baoyu came to his senses and rushed to the study room of Dongkuoyuan to ask Jia Cong for help.
"Brother Cong, what should I do? What about Lao Shizi's poetry club? Can I quit?"
Jia Cong pretended to be surprised: "Ah? Brother Bao, you are the honorary president. You will be the first person to speak at the Dao Discussion Conference in two days. If you back down, won't you be embarrassed in front of everyone in the Imperial College?" The face of our family?"
Upon hearing this, Baoyu's whole body went numb.
What? Do I still want to speak? In front of so many people?
"It's okay, I know Brother Bao, you're not good at this. Look, I've prepared everything for you!"
Jia Cong spread out a piece of paper full of words from the table, handed it over and said, "If you take it back and memorize it, you will definitely shock everyone!"
After Baoyu was deceived by Jia Cong and became lame, he came with a pale face and walked away in a daze.
Daiyu walked out of the room, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Baoyu would never have thought that the person who recommended him as the honorary president was found by you, and the person who organized the Taoism conference was arranged by you..."
Jia Cong blinked at Daiyu and said, "Brother Bao would never have thought that the heartbreaking speech pleading for the people was written by you, Sister Lin."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then came together to whisper.
On the 17th of April, the Imperial College was closed for public bathing, but today the Imperial College was still crowded with officials and scholars in Confucian uniforms.
Not only that, when the ceremonial driver of County Lord Wen'an arrived at the gate of the Imperial College, the entire Imperial College was in a sensation.
Daiyu didn't just come by herself, the carriages were lined up from the entrance of the Imperial College to the street in the distance.
Today's Dao Discussion Conference spread throughout the capital in just two days. The noble ladies of various prefectures had been invited by Daiyu at the flower viewing banquet held by the Provincial Prince of Rongguo Mansion a few days ago to watch the Imperial Academy's Dao Discussion.
Li Shouzhong, the imperial wine liberator, personally welcomed Wen'an County Lord into the Imperial Academy. This group of noble ladies from the capital suddenly became the most beautiful scenery in the Imperial Academy, causing the group of young people who were just beginning to have a love affair to squeeze in and peek from a distance.
It's a pity that the ladies all wore veils. They looked at the gentlemen hiding behind trees and under the corridors in the distance, covering their mouths and joking with each other.
"Dangdangdang..."
The bell rang and everyone gathered at the Imperial Academy.
When the founding of the People's Republic of China, Emperor Taizu Gao once said that a scholar with a sword is a good man, but he didn't want it to be abandoned in less than a hundred years.
Today, the school seems to have returned to its original heyday, with hundreds of thousands of scholars gathered here.
But today we are not going to compete in martial arts, but we are going to talk about justice in the world!
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