In the next few days, Chang'an City was heavily guarded, and there were soldiers walking around, responsible for searching and interrogating suspicious people.

Despite this, there are still officials killed every day, although the position is not high, but it is officially certified by the imperial court, which represents the face of the imperial court.

Such a blatant assassination is simply a blatant provocation and clamour, without taking the law of the Han Dynasty and the Son of Heaven into account.

The officials in the DPRK were panicked, for fear that the next one would be their turn.

The imperial court issued a strict order for this, limiting Chang'an to arrest the murderer within three days. Otherwise, punish him for dereliction of duty, pack up his things and get out.

In three days, poor Chang'an Ling couldn't sleep and didn't know how to eat, and many suspicious people were arrested, and there were not a few who were beaten into tricks.

However, the assassinations in the city are still being staged everywhere.

When the three days arrived, Chang'an Ling could not hand over the murderer and was dismissed.

Chang'an Ling's position was originally an excellent errand, but at this time, it became a hot potato, and no one dared to take over.

At this time, the Cui family recommended a little-known figure, Fengchang and Zhang Yuan of the Luoyang Propaganda Hall in the past.

Just one day after Zhang Yuan took office, he set a trap that allowed the Assassins to fall into the trap and succeed in their capture.

After some torture to extract a confession, the assassin named 'Xuan Sijiu' could not stand the torture, and finally relented, confessed to all kinds of assassination incidents in the past, and revealed the mastermind behind the scenes, Dong Zhuo.

After the Assassin was captured, no more officials were assassinated.

The matter was reported, and when the officials heard the 'truth', they hated Dong Zhuo even more, and they couldn't wait to cramp and peel the skin of this old thief, and break his bones and scatter ashes.

For this reason, the imperial court issued an edict that those who could take off Dong Zhuo's head would be directly rewarded with a thousand gold and sealed as a marquis of a thousand households.

Some of the families of the officials who were assassinated also issued heavy money to take Dong Zhuo's life.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards.

Suddenly, there was a craze for assassinating Dong Zhuo, and countless rivers and lakes set off to Luoyang one after another, looking for an opportunity to take off Dong Zhuo's head.

People sit at home, and pots come from heaven.

Dong Zhuo, who was far away in Luoyang, hadn't figured out what the situation was, and the assassinations came one after another, making him exhausted. It was already a difficult predicament embattled on all sides, everyone shouted and beat him, and now he was even more suspicious, looking like an assassin.

However, Dong Zhuo is also a fortune teller, although he suffered several assassinations, he was stunned and did not let those assassins succeed.

In Chang'an City, the real behind-the-scenes planner is strolling around the western market at the moment.

Although the assassination of the organization was a great risk, it was fortunately able to be successfully completed. not only cleaned up those officials who had the intention of seizing power, but also splashed all the dirty water on Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo's reputation is not good, and this time it will be even more impossible to wash.

In addition, Zhang Yuan was also pushed up.

Zhang Yuan has always had ambitions and wants to climb up. After the death of the former master Zhang Rang, he saw that the wind made the rudder hug Lu Bu's thigh in time, so that he failed to capsize when the imperial court cleared Zhang Rang's forces.

Many things are not easy to come forward, so they just pushed him to the position of Chang'an Ling.

As for the dead assassin, it was a pity, but it was a pity, but it finally played its due value.

Coming to Chang'an Market, Xice didn't take two steps, and more than a dozen ragged naughty children chased and ran in front of him, like a small train, and he smiled and sang rhythmically: "The Han Dynasty has a court, abundant food and clothing, and no refugees." The probation system is really good...... Raise Mao Cai, don't know books; Filial piety and honesty, the father does not live. Han Su is as white and muddy as mud, and Gao Diliang will be as timid as a chicken......"

The immature children's voices kept recalling in their minds, touching the heart of the drama.

After listening to the nursery rhyme, the old man selling firewood next to him sighed: "Alas, the inspection comes and goes, the officials are always those young masters of the family, when will it be our turn to get the dolls of our poor families!" ”

"Old Weitou, most of you are a person who has been cut into the loess, what are you doing with this leisure?" The middle-aged vendor next to him followed.

"It's not that I'm going to worry about it, I'm really looking at those dolls who have been studying hard for more than ten years in the cold window, filled with a stomach full of book knowledge, but they can't find a place to stay, and finally starved to death and froze to death on the street, pitiful!" The old man shook his head and sighed, he has lived all his life, and he has seen too many things like this.

"Then I can't blame others, I can only blame myself for being born in the wrong place, I can't eat enough, and I still want to be an official and dream." Someone sneered.

"In the future, when my mother-in-law gives birth to a baby, she will never let the cub bang these things, and it is better to go to the field with me to plow the land. If you're lucky, you'll be able to fill your stomach in a moment's time. A shirtless farmer joined in, grinning.

When Xi Ce heard this, he paused, looked at these people and asked with a smile: "According to what you say, the scholars of the Hanmen family can't be officials?" ”

Several people heard this, and after looking up and down at Xi Ce, they estimated that Xi Ce was also a Confucian who came to Chang'an to seek an official position.

Hearing this conversation, a down-and-out scholar in a light blue shirt came over, and his tone was quite frustrated: "It's not that I can't, but the chance is slim!" ”

If you think about it, there are countless people who come to Beijing from all over the state and county to seek official positions every year, and they all feel that they have the ability to govern the country together and can be favored by the Son of Heaven.

But in fact, there are only a few people who have really seen the Son of Heaven, and most of the people who can be entrusted with official positions are people with backgrounds and family backgrounds.

If a poor scholar wants to be an official, it's difficult!

"It would be nice if we could be fair to the rest of us." The scholar sighed and quickly left the place, perhaps still holding the last trace of fantasy in his heart.

These words are a wake-up call to Xi Ce, it is not only those children of noble families who have the ability in the world, it is only because the family monopolizes the channels of being officials that it makes it difficult for the poor scholars.

We have to think of a new system for electing officials, so that students from poor families all over the world can have the opportunity to show their talents.

The joke secretly pondered in his heart.

Back at the mansion, Xi Ce told Guo Jia what he said.

"You're going to get sprayed by those old guys!"

Guo Jia rolled his eyes, the proposal of the joke was undoubtedly whimsical in his opinion, and in the end, he did not forget to add, "Even if Lu Bu supports you, it is not easy to do it." ”

The system of hundreds of years can be broken if it can be broken, not to mention that with Lu Bu's current strength, it has not yet reached the point where everyone must abide by it.

"My arms can't twist my thighs. You, if you really want to think about the poor scholars, you might as well think about how to climb higher, and when the time comes, you can recommend some poor people. ”

Guo Jia shrugged his shoulders, in this world, how can there be any fairness.

Can being born in a royal family be the same as being born in a peasant family?

The drama also argued with Guo Jia, but smiled: "You can't screw it, you have to screw it to know." ”

Despite all the difficulties and exhaustion, if there is the slightest hope, I am willing to try.