Tian Zhuangfei was extremely concerned about the recruitment of the Mission Office. He was selected for Xiucai at the age of seventeen, but he didn't seem to have a chance with him, and now he is over thirty years old, and he still fails repeatedly.

His heart for fame has long been cold, he writes some market novels all day long, and occasionally writes scripts for the troupe, and he is somewhat famous in the small circle, and his life is quite nourishing.

It's just that his father keeps a straight face all day long, and when they meet, he nagged him to continue to take the examination and strive for a good background. He can only be regarded as a deaf ear.

After returning home from Sect Song today, Tian Zhuangfei's eyes flashed with scorching sparks. Jiupin, if you can be recorded, then you will be an official! The government and the people, separated by clouds and mud, the Tian family is about to turn over from their own generation!

He couldn't help but think of the scene when he was rejected by Liu Yuanwai. He and Miss Liu have been in love for many years, just because he is a poor talent, and finally Miss Liu was married to Wang Dazhan, a rankless pawn.

If you become a chief missionary, no, even if it's just a missionary, you must wear an official uniform and walk back and forth in front of Liu Yuanwai's house for more than a dozen times!

In a few days, he instructed his family not to disturb him except for three meals, and began to study hard behind closed doors.

Students with similar ideas to him are everywhere in Longnan, and even those who have received news from several surrounding counties are also itching, and when they heard that the recruitment examination is not limited to Longnan County, the number of people who began to endorse immediately increased several times. There were even people who were far away who got the news late, and immediately carried their luggage and rushed to Longnan.

The northeast of Longnan County is another scene.

Almost all of the local opera troupes and storytellers in Longnan are gathered in the newly listed mission yamen, and many people from other counties are on their way.

This was originally the Longnan grain depot, and the grain has been in arrears for nearly ten years, and the grain depot is so empty, and even the gatekeepers have been withdrawn in recent years. Although it is a bit remote, it is a ready-made house, and it is fairly neatly built. Wang Zhixian picked for a long time before he found such a place and gave it to the Mission Office.

"If you are chosen, can you really count as an official?"

"The notices of the county government have been posted, can there be any fakes?"

"I don't know what the yamen wants us people to do?"

"What do you care about him? Each person is given five dollars of silver per month, and he can take on his own work in his spare time. The most important thing is that the children and grandchildren will be able to get rid of the lowly status in the future! ”

Seeing Hong Si nodding, Bo Zhao, the Zhao lord of Longnan County, handed a note to the storyteller in front of him, "Well, let's come back on the eighteenth of this month." He waved behind the man, "Next." ”

Hong Si was sent by Su Chengyu to preside over the selection of the artists of the mission office. Although he was a disciple of Huang Daozhou, he did not have the pedantry of his teacher, but his mind was active and very receptive to new things and ideas.

When Su Chengyu told him about the establishment of the mission house, he immediately realized that this was an excellent way to boost the hearts of the people. Those who win the hearts of the people win the world, which coincides with the traditional way of governing the world that he learned since childhood. He was very enthusiastic about this matter, and even put forward some practical suggestions.

Seeing this, Su Chengyu simply asked him to assist him in handling the matter of building a new mission house.

A troupe walked to the middle of the courtyard, and Zhao Zhubo first glanced at Hong Si beside him, and then signaled to the class master: "Sing two sentences." ”

Several protagonists of the troupe took turns singing a few words, and Zhao Zhubo immediately shook his head, "No." Next. ”

Another troupe hurriedly walked over, but after a moment they were also frustrated to hear "No." Next. ”

Until the fourth troupe, after singing a few words, he finally won the approval of Zhao Zhubo. He never thought that his ability to understand drama would one day be used in official business, so he turned to Hong Si and said: "Hong Gongzi, I think this team is good, and I can rank first in this morning's team." ”

Hong Si nodded, and called the head of the troupe to answer a few words, and he was sure that he was an honest person, so he asked Zhao Zhubo to give him a note, which was also the eighteenth of this month.

As if he had found a treasure, the master wrapped the note in cloth and put it away, and beckoned the troupe to walk out of the gate of the missionary house, enjoying the envious, jealous and hateful gazes around him.

"Next ......"

It was nearly dusk, Zhao Zhubo was able to go home, he was so tired from listening to the play for the first time, he fell asleep after returning from the missionary mansion, you must know that he will listen to this for several days later.

Hong Si returned to the camp of the Dragon Guards and handed Su Chengyu a list with the names of three troupes and two storytellers.

On August 18, Longnan County was particularly lively.

The Mission Office is open to recruitment, and the location is in the examination room of the college examination.

To be honest, Tian Zhuangfei hasn't read much books in the past few days, and in his mind, Liu Yuanwai and Miss Liu took turns to fight, and he had a few majestic daydreams after becoming an official, and it was the eighteenth.

He didn't have much hope, so he opened the test paper and found that there were only two questions:

1. If you are a grain collector and the army has been defeated on the front line and the people refuse to pay for it, how will you collect grain?

2. Write a drama or script about the cruelty of the Qing army.

Tian Zhuangfei almost didn't laugh out loud. didn't even appear in the whole story, and the second question turned out to be writing dramas and scripts, isn't this his old job?

He pondered it for a moment, picked up the pen and did it in one go.

By the afternoon, Hong Si had brought the examination papers for the selection of missionary officials back to the Longwei military camp.

Su Chengyu flipped through a few casually, and couldn't help frowning-the whole article is also full of people, Kong said Chengren, Meng said righteousness and so on. What he wants is something that can be accepted by the people, and if this is the case, it is better to let them do poetry by themselves.

However, soon a scroll caught his attention. The answer to the first question is very simple: the general said to the people that if there is no food and grass, the Qing army will come. When the Qing army arrived, everyone had to shave their heads into rat tails. You can draw a picture for the people to see. Then tell them about the Qing army's abuse of the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law in Yangzhou and the eating of people's hearts. You can also draw some pictures. In this way, the military rations are in place.

Su Chengyu smiled and nodded, and then looked at the back, it was a drama, written in a well-written rhyme and easy to understand, describing the various ** captives of the Qing soldiers, and it could also be sandwiched with a bit of black humor.

He looked at the name on the frontispiece, Tian Zhuangfei.

"This is a talent!"

……

In the afternoon, a group of people who Su Chengyu had been thinking about for a long time finally appeared in the Longwei military camp - Qiao Weili and Ying Tianxiang, with a black and thin man and more than a dozen foreigners.

Ying Tianxiang was the first to see Su Chengyu, and immediately nodded to the ground on one knee, "I've seen Your Highness." ”

Su Chengyu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said with a smile: "It was hard to return from Macao in just over 20 days." ”

"Your Highness." Qiao Weili already knew Su Chengyu's identity at this time, and immediately bowed, "Very lucky, I have almost found the people you need." ”

He motioned to the foreigner beside him, and more than a dozen people saluted Su Chengyu one after another, but the language was completely incomprehensible.