Chapter 1677 Good Times First

After talking with Xue Rushi, Jiang Wang finally understood one thing - the position of the chief examiner of the Southern Xinjiang official examination was originally a position that Shi Mingyun was determined to obtain.

Su Guanying and Shi Mingyun, a court official and a commander of the Nine Soldiers, naturally cooperated closely with each other to govern Xia. However, competition was inevitable. Both of them were people standing at the highest level of the Daqi court. They were both in the officialdom and had their own political power.

There have always been rumors that the Southern Xinjiang will carry out official examinations, but the reason why no more specific details have been leaked is because of the disagreement between the Governor of Southern Xia and the Military Governor.

Su Guanying and Shi Mingyun both have their own interests. Under the common understanding of promoting the Southern Xinjiang official examination, there are many differences, which greatly delays the progress of the official examination.

The identity of the Governor of Southern Xia has a natural advantage.

Shi Mingyun's focus is different. Compared with the level of control of the entire official examination process, he prefers to control the position of the chief examiner. In the past, the two big men have fought secretly.

Today, Su Guanying conveniently pushed the position of chief examiner to Jiang Wang, which can be said to have defeated Shi Mingyun.

It would be great if Shi Mingyun had a conflict with the popular Wu'an Marquis because of this.

If Shi Mingyun endured this time, she would not lose anything. She still won if she lost the military governor but not the governor.

It cannot be said that Su Guanying used Jiang Wang as a gun.

Being in charge of this Southern Xinjiang official examination will be of great benefit to Jiang Wang in the officialdom of Qi. If it is managed properly... In the short term, he has already got a pair of reasonable chopsticks for the huge interests of Southern Xinjiang, and he can enjoy it at any time. In the long term, he will enter the Military Affairs Hall or the Political Affairs Hall in the future, and the relationship between disciples and students woven today can be a strong support.

Whether the goal is to be a general or a prime minister, you always need someone to support your political ideals.

But if he had known this earlier, Jiang Wang would never agree to Su Guanying.

His purpose of coming to Nanxia was really pure. One was for the Lian family of Dayan, and the other was to practice with concentration. He had no intention of getting involved in the competition in the officialdom of Nanjiang. If he really wanted to get involved in the officialdom, he would have been in Linzi long ago. Why wait until today?

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of some people. Compared with the officialdom of Qi, which has become stable, Nanjiang is an undeveloped fertile land. Wu'an Hou, who shone in the Qi-Xia war, chose to go to Xia at this time, which was exactly a politically sensitive behavior.

Even Xue Rushi thought so.

Otherwise, he would not be so active to submit his name.

As soon as Jiang Wang arrived in Nanxia, ​​he got the position of the chief examiner of this official examination. He was so "steady, accurate and ruthless" that he undoubtedly made people more convinced that he came to Nanxia to sit at the table and share the pie.

You said that you are young and well-known in the world, and you came to Nanxia just to practice in silence. Who can believe this?

Some things cannot be explained clearly, so Jiang Wang simply did not explain them. He just prepared a gift and sent it to the Dongji Army stationed in Changluo Mansion.

Regardless of what Shi Mingyun thought, his attitude was in place. If he was not afraid of losing the buffer, he would have considered visiting in person.

He only asked these personal governors and military governors not to drag him into trouble.

The day after Xue Rushi left, Gu Yong also came to visit.

He had the cultivation of the outer building realm, and chose to surrender after the dust settled on the Minxi battlefield. He surrendered later than Xue Rushi, and his merits were far less than Xue Rushi, so he only became a city lord after the war.

Now of course he wants to go further...

Gu Yong is not the last one.

The surrendered generals that he and Chong Xuansheng accepted in Xiadi almost lined up to visit. The shameful history of being forced to surrender by Jiang Wang with a sword has now become an honor.

I was threatened by Wu'an Hou himself!

I had already abandoned the dark and surrendered to Wu'an Hou in the first month!

And so on, the earlier the louder the voice.

So this is one of the troubles of the official road. Everyone has his own interests. Those who can make rapid progress in the officialdom must balance the interests of all parties.

As the saying goes, "If one person gets the Tao, his chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven." On the other hand, if the chickens and dogs cannot ascend to heaven with him, how can they help you get the Tao?

During the series of visits, Shi Mingyun's generals also came once.

However, he did not say anything else, but only sent a gift, saying that it was to celebrate the completion of the Wu'an Marquis Mansion in Laoshan.

The meaning is also quite clear. This big and strong commander of the Dongji Army, who has always been known as "fierce as fire", fully recognized Jiang Wang as the chief examiner of this official examination, and had no grudges about it.

Of course, outsiders don't know what he thinks in his heart. At least on the surface, the matter has been lightly revealed.

"Your Marquis Mansion is really lively. The door has been trampled down these days." Lian Que said with a smile.

At this moment, he is forging iron.

Jiang Wang specially asked someone to set up a courtyard for him in the other garden for refining tools, with all kinds of furnaces, grinding stones, hammers, etc. Although they were not as good as those in Nanyao Lian's house, they were also fully equipped.

Chu Yao stood beside him.

As the fire rose, the temperature around was also very high. The skinny boy was sweating on his face and body, but he did not move.

Jiang Wang used a stick to knock on his arms and legs to standardize his posture, saying: "I wanted to come to Nanxia to hide away, but I didn't expect it to be impossible."

"How can a popular figure like you be quiet? Wherever you go, there is the center of the vortex. Just like this piece of iron..."

Lian Que casually threw the red-hot iron block into the bucket with a long clamp, making a fierce sizzling sound: "It's so red, how can it be quiet?"

"After this civil service exam, I will close the door and refuse visitors." Jiang Wang said, and then asked: "After so many days of research, have you found anything?"

"I said it before, the Great Yan Lian family is gone. What inheritance, what honor, are all things that don't exist." Lian Que was very open-minded: "The water in Chitan is very suitable for quenching. It can be said to be one of the most suitable waters for quenching, and it has different reactions at different temperatures. I have already made a profit by finding this."

Jiang Wang curled his lips: "I was thinking about watching you ascend to heaven in one step. Awakening a reincarnation or something... Xie Ai from the Snow Country directly became the Winter Emperor."

Lian Que laughed: "I want to, too. It's a pity that I didn't work hard enough in my last life and didn't make good arrangements."

"Then work harder in this life and make plans for the next life." Jiang Wang knocked on Chu Yao's forehead: "Calm down and don't be distracted."

It's really hard to ask a hyperactive nine-year-old child to stand quietly while he chatters beside him, and there is also the sound of iron forging.

But Chu Yao had a hard time, but he never complained.

Lian Que said, "But since the Qi-Xia war, I have practiced much faster. I wonder if it has something to do with the Dayan Lian Clan... What did you see when you suppressed the disaster water?"

Jiang Wang pondered, "I saw the shadow of a dragon-headed fish-body Chiwen, weeping eastward, just like the legend. I felt the responsibility and commitment of the Dayan Lian Clan on your life card. Your practice speed has increased, probably because your life card has assumed some responsibility."

Lian Que thought, "Should I try the disaster water again?"

"... At least we'll talk about it after the gods come."

"The gods come, how can it be so easy to get them? Do you think it's all you?" Lian Que took out the cold iron block, threw it on the anvil, and shouted again, "Chu Yao, can you be a god?"

"Of course!" Chu Yao didn't understand the concept of the gods at all, but responded loudly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his strength was exhausted, and he could no longer stand, and fell to the ground.

Lian Que laughed loudly, as if a furnace was boiling inside him. He picked up a sledgehammer and smashed it down fiercely—

Dang!

The iron block suddenly turned into a discus.

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"Forging iron, refining elixirs, cooking, you have to pay attention to the timing when doing things, and being a person is even more so."

"Have you ever walked on the road at night?"

"I mean, on a deserted road, no lights, no moon, no sound, and it's all dark in any direction you look... What do you think it looks like?"

The woman who was talking was sitting on a bench, her posture was very straight. But her voice was swaying, and she couldn't get to the point.

"It's like a monster with its mouth open, ready to swallow you at any time." She answered herself.

She flicked her fingers lightly, and a spark fell into the pipe.

Her black plump lips held the white jade pipe, with a wonderful contrast and special beauty.

She took a few quick puffs and burned the dry pipe.

"Huh~"

She exhaled a long puff of smoke.

She raised a finger and shook it gently.

"No, no, no, you have no power, you are just an ordinary person."

"You are walking alone on the night road without the ability to resist the darkness. A group of strong men who shout and yell just happen to come towards you. What do you think? Are you scared?"

The smoke she exhaled dissipated.

Then the swollen and slightly fat face of a man opposite was revealed.

This face forced a smile: "No, then why do you walk on the night road? Why do you go to a place where no one is? You can go home earlier."

The man's hands were spread out, tied to the erected wooden pillar with a rope soaked in tung oil, unable to move.

The woman took another puff of her cigarette and glanced at the man's silk clothes: "Have you ever worked late? Can you not afford a house in a prosperous area and have to live in a remote suburb with few people? Have you ever lived in a shed made of thatch, with only a shaky door that will fall down with just a slight push... Have you ever had these experiences?"

"No..." The man shook his head: "No..."

"So you can't understand."

"But this situation is rare, right? Who works in the middle of the night... Well, I mean, we can enforce a curfew and no one is allowed to go out at night."

"You are a rare talent."

"I sincerely care about the people."

"Okay, what I said just now was a little untrue. That was not an empty path, it was a noisy street. It was not a moonless night, it was full of lights and wine. It's not that no one is watching everything, there are many people nearby, many people walking by..."

At this time, the woman's face can be seen.

She tied her hair with a jade ring, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she was alienated for no reason. She was beautiful with a sense of world-weariness.

She tapped the ash and said, "But the powerless you is real, and the group of people walking towards you is also real. Everything that happened later... you were eaten, it was also real."

"How, how could it be." The man's expression was very reluctant: "How could it be in public? The court will not allow evil to run rampant."

"Of course, of course." The woman nodded, raised the corner of her mouth, and showed a polite smile: "Formally introduce yourself. My last name is Zhao, and my name is Zhaozi. The first "Zi" in Liangshi. Yes, only one word."

"My name is Chen..."

"Okay, Xiao Chen, nice to meet you." The woman named Zhaozi said: "I have a question for you."

The man's Adam's apple rolled, "Please... Please."

"Do you think this world is fair?"

The man thought about it carefully before answering: "It's fair. You get what you sow."

The smoking woman thought: "Why did you slap the woman passing by yesterday?"

"I was just joking with her, but she scolded me." The man still felt indignant when he thought about it: "Sir, please tell me, what is my identity and what is her identity? Of course, I have done something wrong, and I can apologize to her."

The woman sighed softly: "So, this world is unfair, but people with power don't think so."

"How could it be? This world is fair. My power is also the result of my hard work."

"Okay." The woman smiled: "Thank you for helping me clear up my doubts."

"You're welcome. Sir, is there any misunderstanding between us? My father is the prefect of Jiangyong..."

The woman didn't finish listening.

She put out her pipe, got up from the bench, and walked out gracefully. Only one sentence was left: "Burn him to death. Burn for twelve hours."

The man surnamed Chen shouted: "No, don't, sir, we can talk it over, and the conditions can be negotiated!"

But the woman had already left here.

This is a dilapidated temple, covered with cobwebs and dust. The statue's eyes were eroded by something and stared blankly ahead. Half of its ear was also missing, so it probably couldn't hear the prayers.

Three people came in from nowhere, one dressed as a fisherman, one dressed as a merchant, and one dressed as a laborer. They circled around the man tied to the stake for a while, carefully calculated the weight, and began to apply a white ointment on the man.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Why?" The man tied to the stake struggled desperately: "What do you want? Money? I can give it, I can give a lot! Kung Fu? Weapons? Women? What do you want?"

The fisherman and the laborer didn't say a word.

The man dressed as a traveling merchant said leisurely: "It's time for you to recognize the truth of this world."

"What truth? What truth! What did I do to make you treat me like this? Speak up! Speak up!"

"That woman? She is just an ordinary woman, and we are all extraordinary monks! Do you care about ordinary people? Besides, I didn't kill her, she is still fine! Even if I am guilty, I am not guilty of death. What is my crime? Regardless of Xia Law, Qi Law, or Sanxing Palace Law, I am not guilty of death. You should abide by the law! What are you doing? Don't rub it on me! Stop it! This is unfair, this is unfair!"

"You are right." The man dressed as a traveling merchant covered his mouth with one hand, turning the rest of his sound into "woo woo woo", and smeared his face with white ointment with the other hand, and slowly said: "Unfairness is the truth of the world."

After wiping it carefully, he took out a square cloth and began to wipe his hands. After wiping all five fingers, he covered the man's face with the white square cloth.

With a light stroke of his finger, a wisp of flame leaped out, and the ointment on the man's body began to burn.

Then three people filed out.

The man dressed as Li Fu who walked at the end also considerately closed the temple door.

The screams of the son of Jiang Yong prefect were left in this dilapidated temple.

"Will he not be burned to death in advance?"

"How is it possible? The amount I calculated is just right, and it must be burned for twelve hours."

"I just saw you, it seems that you applied a little more."

"Really?"

"Really, I saw it too."

"It's not just me who applied it, you all applied it, okay?"

"But the amount we applied is very standard."

"I am also very standard! If you don't believe it, just watch here, and it's my responsibility if it's less than a quarter of an hour!"

"Then let's go, it's so creepy..."

"No, now it's creepy. Didn't you research this corpse burning ointment?"

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, do you understand?"

The voice gradually faded away.

...

"Will a fair world come?"

I don't know who is asking.

"Of course."

I don't know who answered.