Mrs. Ye actually knew very well in her heart that the only help he would give to Ye Jing's father and son was to live well, and the longer they lived, the better, so as not to cause Ye Jing to return to his hometown and guard the system once he passed away.

And after listening to Mrs. Ye's words, Ye Chunqiu felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He and Ye Jing walked side by side on the trestle bridge, and when they looked back, they saw countless pairs of eyes looking at themselves and their father, and when they saw Ye Chunqiu turn around, some people made waves, some waved their hands and called, and some people were just silent.

Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing had boarded the ship, and these people ...... Maybe I won't see it again in this life.

The boat began to flow down the water, and at this time the dawn was revealed, and the father and son stood at the bow of the boat, watching the people on the shore get farther and farther away, gradually blurred, replaced by willows on both sides of the river and the new branches of thousands of trees after the new year, and the river was surging, carrying the ardent expectations of countless people with the waves.

Nanking...... Nanking!

Ye Chunqiu muttered in a low voice, this is his new starting point.

………………

Trekking through mountains and rivers, not to mention the hardships, many students who travel far away to study and rush for exams, whether rich or poor, are estimated to have experienced it in this era.

It took half a month, and Nanjing City was finally in sight.

There are no towering walls or the grandeur of Stone Town.

Ye Chunqiu originally thought that it was a magnificent capital, but who would have expected that what was special was the neighboring houses, which extended to the Purple Mountain in the distance, and there was no end in sight.

Well, the grandeur of my imagination is still in the inner city, and after a hundred years of changes, the city has unconsciously begun to extend, and the original city wall has already become a barrier to the nobles and lows in the city.

Fortunately, the place where Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing went was the inner city, Nanjing Guozijian, which was once the holy land of the Ming Dynasty, and now, the halo is no longer there, but the place where it is located is adjacent to the Confucian Temple, but it is the closest to the Nanjing Palace, and it definitely belongs to the most elite part of this huge capital.

Pity...... Ye Chunqiu is not a developer.

The father and son hired a rattan sedan chair and went to the inner city in high spirits.

This is a new beginning, and Ye Chunqiu is quite looking forward to it, no matter what, he is going to enroll here. And that Xuezheng Master has already promised, the life here must be excellent, all in all, the scholars of the Guozijian have been waiting for the vacant positions, just waiting for the two scholars to enroll, the most comfortable dormitory has already been prepared, not only to solve the problem of accommodation, but also to solve the problem of eating, he and his father only need to study with peace of mind, prepare for the exam.

I'm looking forward to it.

Looking at the bustling street scene in the rattan sedan chair, the crowds of people, and the shouting in the sky, Ye Chunqiu enjoyed everything at the moment, he didn't have to live in a messy inn, he didn't have to spend time and effort looking for a house to rent, because he was Xie Yuan, so he deserved to be treated very well, which should be regarded as a privilege.

He is like a traveler on a long journey, with no worries, only anxious to reach his goal, and then begin to live a pampered life.

Wait into the inner city, here the ban began to be strict, pedestrians began to be scarce, want to enter the inner city not only need to pay taxes, but also need to strictly check the salute, fortunately, the identity of the scholar is always useful, the officers and soldiers of the city gate did not make trouble, crossed the city tower that is several zhang high, the ground is no longer uneven, but by a piece of green brick paved on the street, the street is spotless, along the way is the spring breeze under the locust tree, the more inside, the towering buildings more and more.

Well, I'm a little hungry, and when I get to the place, I wonder if that Xuezheng will entertain him, do you have something to eat?

I'm still sleepy, so I need to settle down early.

Ye Chunqiu's mood was relaxed, and when he was about to arrive at the Guozijian, he suddenly smelled a pungent smell.

What does it smell like, what is burning?

It turns out that Nanjing, like the countryside, also burns rice stalks? Still is...... Is there something wrong with your sense of smell?

Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened the curtain to look.

Then he scared to pee.

He had already seen the stone workshop of Guozijian, and the stone square was written with words such as the Ten Thousand Masters Table, which looked majestic from a distance, but ...... Behind the archway and the instrument gate, Ye Chunqiu saw the billowing smoke, and the smoke rolled into the sky, so that hundreds of meters away, Ye Chunqiu could see ashes floating in the sky with the naked eye, and subconsciously wiped his face, his face was black.

Ye Chunqiu was busy getting off the sedan chair, and Ye Jing on the other side also got off the sedan chair.

The father and son didn't dare to get closer, so they stopped from a distance, shoulder to shoulder, Ye Jing said with a puzzled face: "Spring and Autumn, this is the Guozijian?" ”

"Seems like so." In fact, Ye Chunqiu was also a little unsure, but the archway of the Wanshi Master Table obviously couldn't deceive people, and he also saw that in the smoke and dust, there seemed to be a huge building, that was Minglun Hall, and the Minglun Hall in the whole world was roughly the same size, but the size was different.

Where there is Minglun Hall, it should be either a tribute temple or a temple, or...... It's the Guozijian.

"It's on fire, spring and autumn, blue sky and white day, why is it on fire?"

Ye Chunqiu's brain was a little twitching, he was very hungry, but he didn't know how to answer, so he had to say, "Dad, I'm shocked." ”

Ye Jing nodded in agreement: "My father is also shocked. ”

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The billowing smoke almost obscured half of the sky, and the huge fire burned down some of the buildings in the Guozijian, which was very magnificent and occupied a huge area, so even if the smoke was billowing out, it was only a corner of it, but Ye Chunqiu was still shocked, he looked at all this in front of him, and had a sense of déjà vu that he walked into the tiger's den a little carelessly.

This...... It's Nanjing Guozijian.

Then he heard the roars of many of the tribute students, who seemed to be very angry, and there were even people applauding from afar.

Ye Chunqiu felt that these people were all funny.

Someone next to him sighed, and actually said in a Hangzhou accent: "Oops...... I was shocked that they would dare to do such a thing. ”

Ye Chunqiu looked sideways, but found that at some point, a short fat man was standing beside him.

"Zhang Long!" Ye Chunqiu had an impression, wasn't this person the benevolent brother who claimed to be Zheng Tixue's seventh uncle and grandfather last time? , looking at the appearance of his scarf and shirt, could it be that he is also a tribute here?

No, he didn't seem to have been lifted.

There are many ways to pay tribute, and some of them are outstanding local talents, whose results are among the best, and they are recommended by the local government to pay tribute.

There is also the so-called tribute student who pays donations, which is called donation or donation to prison, and can also be recommended to study in the country.

Of course, if you refuse to go to the Ministry of Officials to elect officials, you can also go to Guozijian to study.

(To be continued.) )