Wearing the cannon fodder little koi in the imperial examination essay

Chapter 290

Ever since Song Xinglin went to the Yuezhou Mansion Court for an examination, Song Baochang, who sent money back home, since August, he likes to sit under the big maple tree at the entrance of the village every day, smoke a stick of cigarettes, and wait and wait. .

What are you waiting for?Naturally, they were waiting for news from his 'big treasure grandson' Song Xinglin.

Today is the same, anyway, the autumn harvest at home is over, the grain grains are returned to the warehouse, there is less work in the field, and there are sons and daughter-in-laws to do, he has a lot of free time, except for worrying about waiting for the government officials to come to collect taxes and grain Well, what I look forward to day and night is the news of his family's 'Dabaosun'.

If 'Dabaosun' wins a scholar, their family will change their family from now on and stand out!

Not only can they raise their eyebrows and get rid of their previous shame, but they will no longer need to pay food and taxes this autumn, and their military service and corvee service in the future have nothing to do with their old Song family!
Thinking of this, Song Baochang couldn't help being excited.

No, after breakfast, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed his cigarette stick, and came under the maple tree with his hands behind his back, sitting next to a bunch of idlers chatting, farting, and playing cards.

While watching people swipe their cards, they chatted and spanked.

"Oh, Uncle Song, why are you here again so early in the morning! Have you eaten too much?"

Song Baochang nodded cheerfully in response to the idle man who greeted him, "After eating, you still say that I am an old man. Didn't you also come to play cards early in the morning? I don't know if this thing is fun. It's worth it. So diligent every day..." Song Bao couldn't stop muttering, took a puff of cigarettes, exhaled smoke rings, and then asked the idle man, "Boy, have you eaten yet?"

The idle man chuckled, "Oh, what time is it, uncle, I'm naturally eating."

Song Baochang nodded, and continued to puff on his cigarette, "It's good to eat, it's good to eat, that's enough, you guys are playing with you, I'll go over there and sit down."

After speaking, without waiting for the idle man to greet him, old man Song went to the other side under the maple tree. Before he could get any closer, a few familiar old men under the tree shouted from afar.

"Hey, old Song is here, over here, over here, old boy, come and sit over here."

Song Bao was greeted by the old guy, nodded to show he knew, very reserved, swayed over with his hands behind his back, and when the talent arrived, a few old men nearby asked.

"I'm talking about old Song, if you're not at home watching the little guy's work, why are you guarding the village entrance every day?"

what?I can hold my breath in my heart, and my grandson won't be allowed to publicize that he won the Tongsheng. Now he is going to take the exam for a scholar, and his grandson doesn't say whether he is sure. Thinking of the face of his cousin next door, he has endured a lot of hard work and decided to wait' After Da Baosun was also selected as a scholar, he must let it out fiercely and make a good show of his complacency.

Now when the old man asks, Song Baochang doesn't make a sound, let alone explain, he still has to hold back!
Holding the cigarette stick, Song Baochang sat down under the big maple tree, on the big shiny bluestone that the villagers had already sat on, pulled out the cigarette stick on his waist, added shredded tobacco, and lit it with the fire sickle.

While puffing on the cigarette, he put away the scythe, and said: "You idle old men, don't you just pass the time here every day, why, you can come, but I, Song Baochang, can't come? What do you care about me?", one by one was full support.

Seeing that the old man was still angry, the old man wanted to get angry. At this moment, on the mountain road leading into the village in the distance, there was a sound of beating gongs and drums.

Everyone under the tree was puzzled, and they couldn't help but poked their heads to look, and couldn't stop muttering.

"Hey? Listen, how did I hear the gongs and drums? Is there any happy event in the village? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Hey, there are really gongs and drums! I haven't heard of any wedding ceremony in the village? What's going on?"

"Yes, what's the matter? Look at the movement, it should be coming to our village."

Everyone poked their heads and looked curiously. Some of them even stepped on the bluestone with their feet on the bluestone and tried their best to look around.

Until a figure appeared at the end of the road, the people on the bluestone became excited, pointed at the person at the end, and shouted excitedly, "Hey, folks, everyone guessed it right, the person really came to our village!"

The guy yelled and didn't come down, and continued to look around. When the person came closer, the person became more and more excited, "Look, everyone! Oh my god, why is the person here so bad? How many people are still beating the gongs and drums?" mean?"

"What, the person here is the poor master? Still beating the gongs and drums? No, it's not the time to pay the grain yet? Besides, don't you know how to beat the gongs and drums when you pay the grain? Listen to the noise, it's not right, it's not right!"

Out of curiosity, someone jumped on the boulder to step on the man who looked around, pointing at the approaching man and shouting verification.

"That's right! It's definitely not here to pay for the food! I look at this outfit. Last time when Erlinzi was fighting a tiger and was sent back by the yamen's master, and when my grandfather was among the talented masters, these poor masters were dressed like this Look, everyone, they are still wearing red silk..."

As soon as the voice came out, Song Baochang, who had already stood up from the bluestone upon hearing the sound, couldn't help but burst into excitement in his heart. He touched the sparks on the shredded tobacco with his hand and was burned to regain his senses.

Is that what he thought?Is that what he thought?
This year in the village, I'm afraid that only my own Erlang, "Dabaosun", will go to the scholar exam, right?
Right now, there is no one in the village to hold a wedding, and combined with what everyone said just now...

Song Baochang was so excited, he didn't care about the pain in his fingertips, and rushed up the mountain road ahead with one stride. The group of people behind him were dumbfounded by that swift movement, especially the old men behind him.

Seeing the old man running around with his old arms and legs, he was going to greet someone?The old men were dumbfounded.

"What is that old man Song going to do?"

"Hey, old Song, I'm afraid he bumped into someone, right?"

"Fuck, the poor man who came here has nothing to do with Lao Song's family, right? Look, Lao Song is in a hurry."

Doesn't it matter!It really made the old man hit the first place in one fell swoop.

The sound of gongs and drums at the other end hadn't approached, and the old Song Tou hadn't rushed to the other party's eyes. From far away, along with the beating of gongs and drums, came the high-pitched and resonant sound of good news from the Yacha.

"Happy news, good news, congratulations to Baisha Town, Manshan Village, Song Xinglin, Master Song, who ranked No. Nine..."

The voice came clearly and resonantly, and when the running Song Baochang heard it clearly, the old man burst into tears.

I got it, I got it! Erlang of his family, the 'big treasure grandson' of their old Song family, really got it, he's a scholar!As for the one hundred and sixty-nine in the second list?

That is not important, as long as you are selected as a scholar, it is the most important!

Song Baochang didn't know what Fan Jinzhongju was like, but he only knew that after Da Baosun became a scholar, his whole body was floating, floating all the time, and his mind was in a daze, as if separated from the whole world by a window Paper, I can't hear anything, I can't see clearly, I can't even walk, let alone run, I only have a scholar, a scholar, his family has a scholar...

And the group of villagers behind them, after hearing the good news from the yamen's mouth clearly, just made fun of Song Baochang's group of people, they couldn't help but all gasp in amazement.

"Damn, what did I hear? Is it because my ears are ringing? Why did I hear that Song Erpi is a scholar? God, I'm afraid I'm dreaming? The sun is coming out from the west?"

As for Song Erpi, that stinky boy, who said he fought fiercely, said that he studied and tested for talent?Oh my god, this is probably not the biggest strange thing they have done in the village for hundreds of years!

The man was stunned, and the people around him were also surprised.

But no matter how surprised and amazed, as the people approached and the sound of shouts of good news came continuously, everyone had to believe it if they didn't believe it.

If it was said that the good news was only for Mr. Song Xinglin, Song Xinglin, they might have thought that there was something wrong with it, and they had misunderstood, maybe the poor man who announced the good news had found the wrong place.

But right now, people are clearly calling Baisha Town, Manshan Village, Song Xinglin Master Song, counting their entire Baisha Town, only their Manshan Village, and counting the entire Manshan Village, only Song Xinglin alone!

So, "That's right, that's right, it's the old Song family's second boy, the scholar master!"

"My God, this Song family is terrible, smoke is rising from the ancestral grave. This is it! First, the elder brother of the Song family was selected as a scholar, how long has it been, this unscrupulous second ruffian, oh no, Brother Lin is also selected as a scholar, This Song family is probably about to prosper! It turns out that there are two talents in one school, my God!"

The old man who just made fun of Song Baochang, he couldn't help but slap his thigh when he heard the sighs and jealous shouts from the people around him.

"I'm an obedient dragon, no wonder old Songtou seems to have lost his nerve recently. He waits at the entrance of the village every day. The feeling is that this old boy is still hiding from our brothers and sending his grandson to take the talent examination! The old boy is awesome! Ah, it's hard for us to hide it! This old boy!"

"Oh, I said Second Master, don't scold me, now I, Uncle Song, is also Master Song, don't be an old boy, old boy, be careful to turn around and I, Uncle Song, will hate you!"

"Oh, isn't that right, Mr. Song Baochang is also Mr. Song! I don't want to shout, but this Mr. Song..."

Everyone couldn't help but looked into the distance and stood in the middle of the road in a daze. Looking at the immobile Song Baozhang who was getting closer, the old man slapped his legs again, "No, that old boy is so happy that he didn't I know I'm moving! This is not allowed!"

Just kidding, even if they don't have the surname Song, Song Xinglin has chosen a scholar, that is, the scholar of their Manshan Village, and they will also be honored.

It is said that if one is prosperous, one will be prosperous, and if one is damaged, all will be damaged. The honor of the village cannot be ignored.

At this time, the old man's composure is revealed. Of course, Song Baochang, who is pregnant with surprise, does not count.

A few old people are busy and arrange it.

"You son of a bitch, you have great strength, take the two of you to the front and bring your Uncle Song here, and greet the official by the way."

"Oh, okay, Second Master." The man who was called Goudan responded with a crisp response, and took his orders and left.

"San Liuzi, you run fast, go to the village to report to Baojia, and invite Huang Qi to host the scene by the way, go quickly."

"Okay, Second Master, I'll go right away."

(End of this chapter)