In the early morning, Lin Haoran pushed open the window, and instantly a fresh air came to his face, with a hint of the fragrance of plum blossoms. Looking at the snow-covered yard and the plum blossoms in full bloom, it is really "plum and snow are white, but the snow loses the fragrance of plums".

After a brief wash, he walked out of the door, wanting to have a good view of the city of Beijing under the heavy snow, and at the same time do some small things.

When I walked out of the courtyard, I happened to see a few wandering corpses returning together, full of alcohol, but I didn't know whether the "white snow" in their mouths was a person or a thing.

Lin Haoran stood aside politely, originally wanting to say hello to these seniors passing by.

It's just that these people's eyes seem to be on their foreheads, or they really don't see him, or they mistakenly think that he is just someone's scholar, and a few people swayed into the small courtyard next to them.

This hall is not small, with several courtyards, and it seems that all of them are already inhabited.

Rustling......

In front of the hall is a green brick road, but it has been covered by the night snow last night, and some servants in thick cotton clothes are sweeping the snow with large brooms, and a clean sidewalk has been cleared.

For ordinary people's lives, snow is far less beautiful than poetry. When the snow is trampled by muddy shoes, it quickly forms a dirty slush, and it is easy to slip when you walk on it.

It is precisely because of this that if the snow in front of the door is not cleared, it will affect normal walking.

Lin Haoran walked out of the alley and walked aimlessly along the street. There are many restaurants and tea shops in this street, and there are many food stalls filled with various aromas.

For Beijing's food, he is most looking forward to Peking duck. It's just that now he is still in the dark of Beijing, so he can only put away this desire first, not to mention that the trial is already imminent.

The time for the examination has been set for the sixth day of February, and the examination date is actually very close.

Due to the chilly weather, he did not choose to enjoy breakfast at the table of the food stall, but pulled open a heavy cotton curtain and got into a restaurant.

When I went to the street hall on the second floor, I asked for a bowl of hot porridge, oil cakes and pickles, and ate them deliciously.

Before going to Beijing this time, Lin Haoran's mentor Yin Tai gave him a letter of recommendation, asking him to take the letter to visit Wu Shan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the second-class member of the imperial court.

Lin Haoran doesn't know the depth of the relationship between the two, but the two of them are fellow villagers in Jiangxi, so the relationship must not be too bad. That's right, he also plans to knock on the door today, brush his face in front of this court official, and try to get acquainted.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless examples of people who have risen to the top through worship.

It is precisely because of this that this worship has long become a custom, and many people who have a way to do it will do so.

Normally, Lin Haoran should choose to go to Dai Zhilang of the Ministry of Industry to worship Menzi at this time, and show his face in front of this court-friendly court, so that he can be taken care of by this big man in the future.

It's just that he doesn't plan to do it anymore, and as for the reason, he has to explain that he wants to be willful.

The porridge is warm, the cake is fragrant, the pickles are crispy, and sometimes simple is the best.

A few scholars came to the table next to him, and he ordered some wine and food heroically, but he heard the middle-aged scholar led by him say impassionedly: "Happy!" I just got the news that Ruan Que has been escorted to Beijing, and I am afraid that he will be killed in Dongshi this time! ”

"Ruan Yu? Governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Ruan Oo? A white scholar asked in surprise.

"Exactly!" The middle-aged scholar patted the table and nodded in satisfaction.

"Brother Beichen, I don't know what he has done?" A bearded scholar asked curiously.

"Cowardly and fearful of the enemy, plotting against the enemy!" The middle-aged scholar looked at them concisely, and then added: "I also heard that after this person went to Fujian to serve as governor, he amassed tens of millions of dollars, causing the people of Fujian to live poorly, and complaining!" ”

"Brother Dai, if this is the case, then this person should really be killed, and he is very happy!" The three scholars at the same table expressed their attitudes one after another, and they were also filled with righteous indignation.

The restaurant is undoubtedly an important news channel in this era, and it is not only their table sitting in this hall, but also the table next to it is also sitting with guests, and there are many discussions when they hear this news.

This is undoubtedly another piece of sensational news, a local official from the second grade collapsed.

It's just that these words fell on Lin Haoran's ears, but he was slightly stunned, and at the same time couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Ruan He may be regarded as a corrupt official, including Hu Zongxian, who he is attached to, not for their own greed, but also for the Yan family father and son. It is only said that he is "cowardly and afraid of the enemy, and plotting against him", but this crime is unfair.

It is true that this strict party is a disaster to the country and the people, but it is not all incompetent and greedy. Hu Zongxian has made great contributions to the achievements of the coastal anti-Japanese war, and he also has a share of Ruan's contributions.

When Wu Zongxian advocated appeasement, Ruan Que insisted on annihilating the thieves, and repeatedly performed miraculous feats, so the imperial court promoted him to a higher level and moved him to the governor of Zhejiang and Fujian.

It's just such a person, but now he has been charged with "cowardly fearing the enemy and plotting against the enemy".

As for the latter charges, it is even more ridiculous. Ruan He only served as the governor of Fujian at the beginning of last year, and he has been an official for less than a year, so how could he say that he would "accumulate tens of millions of dollars" during such a period of time, and it is even more impossible for "the people are not living well and are full of complaints."

As far as he knew, the truth was that Ruan Que had just arrived in Fujian, but he was busy rectifying military discipline, so he did not go to war in time.

Unlike Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which are supported by national resources, Fujian and Guangdong's coastal defenses are relatively weak. In particular, after Xu Hai was annihilated, many pirates from Jiangsu and Zhejiang fled to Fujian and Guangdong, and the local Japanese forces increased.

For example, whoever goes to Denbai City to take charge of the Shendian Guard now dares to immediately take these "remnants" to annihilate the pirate gang in Tokyo Bay, it is definitely a psychotic.

It's just that Ruan He, which is a relatively correct move to organize the army, saw an opportunity for those imperial historians who were "bent on stepping on big shots" to take the throne, and they were directly charged with a crime.

Of course, Ruan Yi himself also lost some of his sharpness, and instead adopted some prudent anti-Japanese strategies, so he seized the opportunity for those imperial historians.

It is precisely in this way that this Ruan He may find some strong evidence that he is greedy for ink, but it is really wronged to say that he is "cowardly and afraid of the enemy, and plotting against him".

"Little brother, what do you mean by that?" The middle-aged scholar was just when he was proud, but he saw Lin Haoran's behavior of rolling his eyes, and immediately questioned him gloomily.

As soon as these words fell, many people in the lobby also looked at Lin Haoran and looked at this overly young scholar.