A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 63: A smile when we meet? Bullshit
The two brothers watched Song Xuan leave, but the seventh brother said slowly:
"Fifth brother, it's normal for Twelfth Brother to have resentment in his heart. It's normal to settle accounts behind closed doors. But we are family after all. How can we allow outsiders to bully us?"

Song Hao also understood what Song Xuan meant.

He just nodded slightly and watched his brother leave.

Song Hao knew in his heart that the gap between the two sides would not be eased by this time of united attack against the outside world.

After walking out of the academy gate and crossing Zhuangyuan Bridge, Zhang Fangping could not help but speak out:

"Twelfth brother, I don't understand."

"Why don't you understand?"

"First of all, I'm not trying to sow discord between you two. In my opinion, you don't even have much brotherhood." Zhang Fangping first gave himself a buff:
"Your own elder brother wasn't good to you either, so why are you still trying to help him become famous today?"

"Help him become famous?"

Song Xuan understood the ownership of the poem, but he didn't care much about it. He just shook his head slightly:
"I just don't want to be used as a knife by others. If Han wants to plot against me, he's not qualified."

"Besides, a poem can't prove anything."

"I see."

Although Zhang Fangping knew that Song Xuan was talented, he deserved three punches for the fact that his elder brother had taken possession of a poem that would be passed down through the ages.

How can you be so shameless!
"Do you think we can still act out some kind of brotherly love scene?" Song Xuan snorted and laughed, "I find it disgusting myself."

"Hahaha."

Zhang Fangping couldn't help laughing.

The two of them ran there talking and laughing.

Song Xuan continued to look at the endless stream of students who came to register:
"Fang Ping, what were you trying to say to me just now that got interrupted?"

Zhang Fangping then explained in detail Zheng Jian's attitude towards Song Xuan, fearing that he would target Song Xuan during the entrance examination.

"Didn't Mr. Fan just say that we should follow the imperial examination model?"

Song Xuan stretched out his finger and said:
"Everything will be copied and sealed to prevent anyone from recognizing the handwriting and the marks on the papers. As for the questions, I'm sure Mr. Fan already has an idea in mind. He'll put up a plaque for everyone to see when the time comes."

Zhang Fangping had not yet formally participated in the training for the imperial examination, so he was not very clear about these details.

"Twelfth Brother really knows a lot."

Song Xuan didn't care and immediately threw out a new piece of information:
"I heard people talking about how some of them became Gongshi through the imperial examination and wanted to come to the academy to settle down and take the palace examination in the future."

"Ah, can it still be operated like this?"

Zhang Fangping gained some insights.

The main reason is that information flows extremely slowly nowadays, and many things are only known after a long time, or even one or two years later.

"Yeah." Song Xuan waved his fan:

"I heard that man's name was Wang Yaochen, and he was a hot candidate for the top spot. I never thought he would give up on taking the palace exam and choose to study at the academy. It really surprised me."

Song Xuan did not have a very comprehensive understanding of the Song Dynasty's imperial examination system, but this was not a normal operation.

For example, Zhang Dun was ashamed to be ranked behind his nephew who won the top spot in the imperial examination, so he refused to accept the emperor's decree.

Two years later, he returned to take the imperial examination and became an official only after he passed the exam with the highest score.

Song Xuan felt that these people were just like those who were cheating for their CET-4 and CET-6 scores, and they were all fucking perverted academic masters.

As the number of students signing up decreased, Fan Zhongyan looked at his brother-in-law Zheng Jian:

"Did you look at the whole place?"

"Lucky."

Zheng Jian picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Hearing this, Fan Zhongyan was breathless and paused for a moment:
"Then why didn't you stop it?"

Fan Zhongyan didn't want this kind of collective incident to happen before the exam.

"Why should I stop it?" Zheng Jian put down his pen.
"As the saying goes, the more you argue, the clearer the truth becomes. After watching the whole scene, I think Song Xuan is quite quick-witted."

"Furthermore, he didn't seem particularly concerned about the authorship of the poem he wrote when he was eight years old. This only further proves that the poem was his, and he is capable of writing even better poems."

"It seems that what Mr. Yan said about his teacher was not just an exaggeration."

After hearing Zheng Jian's evaluation, Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard:

"Is he more than just quick-witted?"

After careful training, Fan Zhongyan believed that Song Xuanding could become a pillar of the court.

It is reasonable for him to be the prime minister in the future.

Zheng Jian didn't expect that his brother-in-law was more optimistic about Song Xuan, so he didn't say anything more.

This time he is staying here, there is no rush to take office, and these few days are not a big deal.

No matter whether you are optimistic or not, you have to pass the imperial examination, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Fan Zhongyan received a report from his students saying that Han Zhixuan had woken up, and he said he knew it.

At the door of the shop.

The waiter Jiao Ming was fiddling with some tools. While the weather was still hot, he set up a small stall and sold some cold soup to pass the time.

The rest of the people went to purchase rice and grain, mainly because Song Xuan felt that the weather was hot and dry, and the price of grain would rise, so he stocked up some rice and wheat first.

The whole of Henan is a major wheat-growing area, so it is normal to have wheat cellars in the yard. In addition to raising dogs, you should also raise cats to prevent rats from taking over your home.

Anyway, old rice can be eaten.

At present, the Song Dynasty has a small peasant economy, and many people are reluctant to eat new rice.

As for Champa rice, an early-maturing, drought-resistant variety with a short maturity period, it was only a few years ago that Emperor Zhenzong of Song began to issue official orders to promote it in Jianghuai, Liangzhe and other areas.

It has not been fully implemented yet, and the Song Dynasty is still short of food.

Song Xuan arrived at the door of his shop. He took a cup of cold milk and handed it to Zhang Fangping. He then picked up another cup for himself.
"How's the deal?"

"There were a few students on their way who bought some to quench their thirst, but most of them just left."

Song Xuan nodded. Not many students can afford to enjoy extra things besides eating.

Especially when it comes to studying, people always instill ideas like hard work.

"Well, it doesn't matter if we can't sell it. We can drink it later." Song Xuan thought for a moment and then said:
"If you really can't finish it, give it to passersby to quench their thirst. We won't let anyone stay overnight. If Qu Ze comes by, give it all to him."

"Okay, young master." Jiao Ming responded.

Song Xuan strode into the shop, went to the second floor, unbuttoned his coat, and lay down on the recliner to fan himself.

Zhang Fangping also sat aside and fanned himself.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. There will be exams in a few days, and everyone will be stuck in the same room. I'm afraid some students will suffer from heatstroke.

"Many people gathered in a closed room to answer questions and take exams. They might get heatstroke." Song Xuan thought for a moment and said:

"Fang Ping, it looks like we need to prepare some cooked mung bean soup in advance, just in case."

"Just let Brother Twelve arrange it."

Zhang Fangping solemnly took out a stack of policy essay questions from his schoolbag:
"These were all corrected for me by Judge Song. Twelve Brother, take a look at them. Perhaps they will inspire you when answering questions in the future."

(End of this chapter)