This official position in the job is not high, but the problem is that Xie Xiuwen jumped directly from a sixth-grade editor to a full-fledged job in the fifth grade. This is equivalent to being promoted three levels in a row!
In a great dynasty, there are not many officials who can be promoted to three levels in a row.
Either the royal family and the like can have this opportunity, or they are favored by their ancestors. For example, when their fathers or ancestors have made great contributions and there is nothing left to reward them, they will make an exception and support their family's descendants.
It was really the first time in the past twenty years that someone like Xie Xiuwen, who had no roots or background in the capital, was so valued by the Holy Emperor all of a sudden.
This position in the service is not of high rank, but the advantage is that it can always accompany the emperor.
In other words, even if you are a marginal official of the fourth rank, you are not as good as a fifth-rank official who can always hang out in front of the emperor.
Being able to accompany the emperor means that you have the opportunity to make suggestions, have the opportunity to show your talents, and even have the opportunity to be reused.
Therefore, it can be said that several gentlemen of the Xie family on Anhe Street were furious.
Who would have thought that Xie Xiuwen, whom they had always looked down upon, could have such a blessing.
Xie Rongzhao didn't know whether it was a big or small thing to give such an official, but from everyone's joy, he could tell that his father had been promoted.
It was spring now, and Xie Xiuwen had rested. With a wave of his hand, he decided that the whole family would go to Fuyuan Villa to visit some scholars.
Spring passed and autumn came, and three years passed in a flash.
Xie Ronghui was selected as a scholar last year, but due to his limited qualifications, he only studied at Mingshan Academy for half a year before being brought to the capital by someone sent by Xie Xiuwen last month.
After all, he is the eldest son in his name. It is not good to remain indifferent to him.
Last year, Xie Zhou was also selected as a scholar. Now he is studying in the county school. Cheng Xuezheng is watching, and Xie's family is relieved.
Of course, what makes the Gaoyang County magistrate even more happy is that there is 13-year-old Cheng Jingzhou, which is also a great joy for Gaoyang County.
After all, he is a thirteen-year-old scholar, and he is also a junior Sanyuan. It can be said that he is quite proud of the place.
For the county magistrate, this is also his achievement.
The smiles on Cheng Xuezheng's face are getting more and more day by day. He was originally worried that his son would be affected by family affairs a few years ago and had to send his son to the capital. Now that he came back and became a scholar in one fell swoop, it also made his face brighter.
The young scholar became famous in one fell swoop.
After Cheng Jingzhou became a scholar, he entered Mingshan Academy to study. When Xu Yuanqing learned that he was Xie Xiuwen's future son-in-law, he was naturally willing to take more care of him. Cheng Jingzhou also relied on his shamelessness to call the chief: Master!
The Liu family now had a lot of money, so they simply sent Liu Dalang, who was also a scholar, to Mingshan Academy, so that the two young men would have a companion.
Liu Dalang felt that he would be honored if he could study with Cheng Jingzhou, because he knew very well that he was far less talented than his future brother-in-law in terms of reading and learning.
Today is the day when Xie Ronghui arrives in Beijing. Several years have passed, and Liu Ruolan's hatred for the Gao family has not disappeared, but her grudge against Xie Ronghui, the 'eldest son', is not so obvious.
Now she has a son and a daughter. Her son studies hard and studies hard, and her daughter is well-behaved, sensible and filial. She is very content.
"Auntie, you've been to Baohuiyuan three times, what else are you worried about? Look, no matter whether it's the servants or the decorations, everything is perfect. You can just sit in the room with peace of mind and wait for the big brother to come back. Let me kowtow to you."
Xie Rongzhao is already eleven this year. She is much taller, and her arms and legs are much slender, but she still has some baby fat on her face. When the elders see her, they think this child is lucky.
"Good boy, you and Brother Hui haven't seen each other for four years, right?"
"Well, my eldest brother has been selected as a scholar, and he will have to study hard to take the imperial examination in the future. But I don't understand why my father wants him to come to the capital to study? Isn't Mingshan Academy good?"
Liu Ruolan sighed, she had just learned about this matter.
"I heard from your father that this child has something on his mind and is a bit depressed. Perhaps because of his life experience, he always has a bit of low self-esteem. In addition, your father has not seen him in the past few years, and only every month. The letters kept coming, but these outsiders couldn't see them. If they said something unpleasant to him, they would make the child depressed. Your father was also worried that something would happen to him again, so he thought of letting your father Received from Jingzhong to take care of him."
In fact, there is another reason. Xie Ronghui and Liu Dalang are the same age and are now sixteen years old. It is time to see each other.
I had never thought about this before. That was because I wanted him to get a good name so that the marriage would be easier to discuss.
Now that he has been selected as a scholar, the marriage should also be put on the agenda.
Mr. Xie's meaning is very simple. Now Xie Xiuwen has become a Beijing official, and Xie Ronghui has also been selected as a scholar. If he can marry a woman from an official family in Beijing, his status will be improved.
In short, I just don’t want Xie Ronghui to marry a country girl again.
Neither Xie Xiuwen nor Liu Ruolan had any objections to this.
Although Xie Xiuwen is still a fifth-grade official, no one in the capital dares to look down upon him.
In addition to gaining the trust of the Holy Lord, who doesn't know that Xie Xiuwen has a close relationship with Weixin Houhui and the Dingguo Duke's Palace?
Therefore, if his eldest son wanted to marry a wife, it would be easy to ask for a wife from an official family.
Xie Xiuwen is still on duty in the palace and cannot come back until evening.
Originally, Xie Ronlang and Xie Rongen were both at Fuyuan Villa. In recent years, Xie Rongen was forced by Xie Xiuwen to read a lot of books. Although he failed to pass the examination, he could at least practice his handwriting to a decent degree.
Because Xie Ronghui was coming back today, Liu Ruolan sent someone to bring them back two days ago. In addition to the two of him, there was also Xie Kuan, a relative of the Xie clan who sent them last year, and Xie Rongen's brother. Xie Rongche.
Xie Kuan is the great-grandson of the old patriarch's family. He is the same generation as Xie Ronlang in Xiezhou and two years older than Xie Ronlang. Since he came, Xie Ronlang finally felt that he had company again.
On the other side, on the official road leading to the capital, an inconspicuous carriage was running quickly.
Sitting on the carriage was a middle-aged man driving the carriage, and a young man dressed in khaki.
"My eldest son, we can reach the capital in two miles. Please prepare your identity documents and take out the third-order documents as well. You will need them when entering the city."
Xie Ronghui was still in a daze at this time. His hands on his knees were slightly curled up, and there was a flash of uneasiness on his face, which showed that he was a little uneasy in his heart at this time.
Xie Ronghui had known what his biological parents had done to his second uncle. He didn't know whether his second uncle and aunt would speak harshly to him or be as cold as frost when he saw him again.
Deep down in his heart, he felt that his second uncle, uh, father probably still had feelings for him, otherwise he would not have persisted in exchanging dozens of letters with him over the years and taught him how to write articles.
Without his guidance, I would have been late for another two years if I wanted to be a scholar.
"Young Master, we have arrived at the city gate. We have to line up to enter the city, and we have to ask you to come down and verify your identity."
(End of chapter)
