Chapter 230 The B-character roll is on the list, look at the list (Part 2)
In fact, many people can predict that Fan Jingwen should be the most powerful one who can fight for Shuntian Jieyuan.
Because there is one thing, they must be from Northern Zhili, and the Northern Zhili people who actually participate in the Autumn Festival Competition in Shuntian Prefecture are really inferior to the students from the south.
This can be seen from the place of origin of students in each Chinese subject. The proportion of students with attached registration is quite high, because the places of origin of various students from Weizhen, Guanjian, and Guozijian are not in Beizhili.
As the dust of Fan Jingwen’s solution fell to the ground, all that was left was whether other students were Chinese or not.
There is no doubt that Fan Jingwen is Chinese, but this interpretation still makes Fan Jingwen quite excited, but now he is more concerned about whether Feng Ziying is Chinese or not.
In the two years since Feng Ziying came to Qingtan Academy, the changes he has brought to the academy are obvious. Even Qi Yongtai and Guan Yingzhen often want to praise Feng Ziying in front of everyone.
The benefits brought by this year's disaster relief in the capital were even more direct. Fan Jingwen felt that he could win Jieyuan because of the practical actions of the students of the disaster relief academy, who participated in the entire process from beginning to end, and this year's policy discussions were almost It is tailor-made for the students of Qingtan Academy.
Fan Jingwen is even certain that the number of people and proportions in the Qingtan Academy Autumn Competition will reach new highs.
Fan Jingwen doesn't care about others. The key is whether Feng Ziying can pass this level.
Even if these students have passed the Qiu Wei period, most of them will not be able to survive the next spring period, because the spring period has higher requirements on current policy theory, and it is impossible to have such good things as Jinke, and The proportion of classics and meanings will be significantly reduced, which is precisely the advantage of these students.
As the crowd surged, countless people squeezed in and were squeezed out, or in other words, they automatically exited.
The list of more than a hundred people was divided into five sheets of paper, with red pen and yellow paper, which were clearly visible at a glance. However, most people could only leave sadly even if they read it twice unwillingly.
Feng Ziying suppressed her inner desire and tried her best to maintain a mentality of being happy with victory and calm with defeat. Well, the mentality is impossible, but at least on the surface he has to do it.
But when Ruixiang desperately squeezed out of the crowd and rushed towards her, Feng Ziying realized how difficult and unrealistic it was to remain calm and composed.
He only felt that his breathing suddenly became rapid, and the blood in his chest spurted out under the crazy squeeze of the vigorously beating heart, making him unable to help but feel that his whole body was on fire, and his eyes were so hot that it almost made him a few years away. Ruixiang, who was ten feet away, could feel it.
Fan Jingwen undoubtedly felt Feng Ziying's state of mind at this time, and gently patted Feng Ziying on the shoulder.
“Master, Master, I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” Ruixiang was so excited that his nose turned red. His coat was squeezed to the side and his belt was squeezed loose, almost falling off, but he still couldn’t care less.
Feng Ziying suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and still asked in a deep voice: "Who won and how many?"
"The young master has been hit. It's the young master who has been hit. Feng Keng, the Imperial College Supervisor of Shuntian Prefecture, is the 149th!" Ruixiang, who rushed to Feng Ziying, gasped and almost shouted at the top of his voice: "Young master, You’re hit!”
Hey, I got it? ! Did I really win? !
It’s true, I won! !
Feng Ziying was determined when she heard Ruixiang read out the words "Feng Keng, the Imperial College Supervisor of Shuntian Prefecture".
If there are people with the same name and surname in the whole of Beizhili, then there is only one person named Feng Keng, the Imperial College Supervisor, and one hundred and forty-nine people have confirmed the correctness of this news.
If a person in the 20s or 30s was really reported, Feng Ziying would probably not believe it. He knew very well that the standard of his classics and meanings test paper was quite satisfactory if he could be ranked among the bottom.
With a fierce wave of his hand, Feng Ziying couldn't help but roar up to the sky. Once this level was passed, it was basically like the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is wide and fish can jump.
Even if she fails to pass the next spring semester, Feng Ziying is sure to pass the next spring semester.
What was stuck in front of him was the Qiuwei Jingyi Pass. As long as this pass was passed, many other problems would be easily solved.
"Ziying, congratulations!" Fan Jingwen also knows this very well. The provincial examination may be Feng Ziying's most difficult battle. After passing this hurdle, maybe next spring, this guy can create history again, a fifteen-year-old Jinshi , what kind of glory will that be?
“Thank you, Brother Mengzhang, thank you!” Feng Ziying couldn’t help but hold Fan Jingwen’s hand.
It can be said that the two years of studying at Qingtan Academy were really not in vain.
In addition to Zhou Chaozong’s targeted tutoring, Qi Yongtai, Guan Yingzhen and the classmates around him all gave him meticulous care. Lian Guoshi, Xu Xie, Fan Jingwen and others helped him a lot.
He is naturally strong in current policy theory, but it is really not easy to raise his economic and political level to the middle level of Beizhili in just two years.
However, Feng Ziying was able to get a positive review. Regardless of whether there is some moisture in it, at least it is not too outrageous, because such reviews must withstand review, and no one would use their own black gauze hat to make such a mistake. .
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From the time Feng Ziying took Ruixiang out, the entire Feng family was in a state of restlessness.
Yun Shang almost guarded the door with Baoxiang, while the big and small Duan clan and the Su clan and Xie clan were sitting in the hall.
The concierge at the door had already stretched his neck and looked at the alley to the east.
Originally, Duan was going to send someone to look at the list, but Feng Ziying had already taken Ruixiang there, and specifically told Ruixiang to report back to the government as soon as possible after reading the list. Of course, this refers to the situation where the young master won. Down.
Seeing her sister sit down and then stand up, constantly pulling the beads in her hand, but this did not alleviate Duan's inner anxiety and uneasiness at all.
“It stands to reason that the list has been posted by now, so why hasn’t Ruixiang returned the favor?”
"Sister, how can it be so fast? Besides, there must be a sea of people at the entrance of Gongyuan right now. It will take some time for Ruixiang and the others to squeeze in. Please sit down for a while. Walking back and forth like this makes us panic. stand up."
Only Mr. Duan can say such a thing, and Mr. Su and Mr. Xie naturally don't dare to say it.
Duan sighed and said, "Tell me, are you feeling the same as when I gave birth to Brother Keng? Before I got the exact news, I was always so upset and unwilling to eat."
The two concierges also looked at the alley with bared teeth. Two figures flashed out. Judging by their appearance, they were definitely not Ruixiang. The two concierges were a little disappointed, but soon became nervous again. They were two figures sweating profusely but wearing red clothes. He wears clothes and a purple belt around his waist. At first glance, he looks like the kind of character who specializes in announcing good news for a living.
With wide eyes, he saw these two people almost rushing to the front of the mansion. The first one suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "But the family of Feng Keng, the Imperial College Supervisor of Shuntian Prefecture?"
The concierge was stunned for a moment, and the two men nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice: "Exactly, exactly, two gentlemen..."
“Great news! Feng Keng, a student at the Imperial College of Shuntian Prefecture, ranked 149th in the Shuntian Provincial Examination of High School. Congratulations!”
The sound was loud enough, almost going through the house, just to let the people in charge know that your family members have been killed, come out quickly to congratulate them, and the silver and copper coins should be ready to be brought out.
At this time, the whole Feng Mansion was in a commotion, and people from several surrounding households poured out of the corner door. This was the first time I saw someone on this street passing the imperial examination!
Moreover, it was Qiu Wei, the only son of General Shenwu, who passed the imperial examination!
When the big and small Duans heard the shouting at the door, they couldn't believe it. This was not the news from Ruixiang, but the news from the messenger outside. Before they could walk out of the second door, two or three more people came to the door one after another. The people who came to catch up to announce the good news were just a step too late and fell behind the two people in front.
In just one moment of burning incense, the Feng Mansion was already filled with people.
These people have inquired about some situations in advance, especially those who are from good families and have good education and hope for Chinese education. Several groups of people are watching, just to see this group earn a lot.
Obviously, the only son of the Feng family, studying at Qingtan Academy, is naturally a typical fat sheep.
Duan was already in a daze with excitement.
I won, my son won!
You must send a letter to Yulin immediately to let the master know!
Little Duan was much calmer. Seeing that her sister was so excited that she didn't know how to deal with it, she quickly arranged for someone to bring some scattered silver and golden melon seeds that she had prepared in advance, and gave them to the first wave, the second wave, and the third wave respectively. The messenger who brings good news.
Of course those who arrive in the first wave will benefit the most. Who can make people run the fastest?
It wasn't until several groups of people who brought good news were sent away that Ruixiang breathed heavily and hurried back to the house to report the news to his wife. It was only at this time that the Duan family and even the Feng family really believed that the young master had really won the prize, and that he had truly won the title. Got it!
The Duan family can only have a rough sense of how important and significant this is to a martial arts family.
That means that the Feng family has distanced itself from the other Wuxun families and is no longer the same. Brother Kang is now a true scholar.
And Brother Keng no longer needs to follow his father's old path of eating military rations, and he no longer needs to lick blood from the knife edge. It is even safer. He can go to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to queue up and go through the affairs, and then he can directly choose an official. A fifteen-year-old official !
Of course, this is obviously not what Feng Ziying wants, and it is even just the first step. He has greater ambitions and goals.
The fifth update is here! Where are the monthly tickets, brothers?
(End of this chapter)