At the morning court the next day, Zhou Shuren attracted a lot of attention as soon as he arrived at the palace gate. The group led by Mr. Tian seemed to have found a point to vent their anger. They did not dare to blame the emperor and could only vent their anger at Zhou Shuren.
Zhulan also became the target of Mr. Tian's hatred, but he couldn't open his mouth to talk about the woman, so he could only go after Zhou Shuren.
Zhou Shuren didn't even raise his eyelids and simply ignored Mr. Tian and others.
Mr. Tian's eyes widened, obviously unable to believe that he was being ignored, "He, he."
Lord Lin was very close, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes. They, the censors, were all silent, but these people were jumping around happily.
Lord Lin glanced at Marquis Zhou, then looked at the imperial palace. They, the censors, understood best that everything was the emperor's will.
The emperor arrived quickly at the morning court today, and showed impatience when he saw Mr. Tian and others.
Your Majesty, "Yesterday I received an urgent report that it has been raining a lot in the south recently. I am both happy and afraid."
The adults all understand, and are thankful that the problem with the river dam was discovered last year and the construction has been completed as planned. They were afraid that if they had not discovered it, there would be heavy casualties if a flood broke out this year.
Ministers, "Your Majesty is wise."
The emperor continued, "Minister Zhou."
"I am here."
“Be prepared for flooding.”
Zhou Shuren, "Yes."
I was thinking that the pharmaceutical factory had to be expanded quickly.
The court had perfected its response to various disasters over the years, so it didn't take up too much time, and they then talked about other political affairs.
At the end of the morning court session, the emperor said, "The academy will see a peak in enrollment. Prince Qin should make arrangements."
Rongchuan was prepared, "Yes."
Old Master Tian wanted to speak again, but the emperor glanced at him, and his voice got stuck in his throat and his face turned red.
After the morning court session, Shu Ren and Rong Chuan left together. The emperor had mentioned the admission of new students at the court today, which meant that the final decision had been made and no one should complain.
Zhou Shuren sneered in his heart, some people really think they are easy prey. The emperor's power has reached its peak, and he doesn't take action just because he doesn't want to upset the court officials. The emperor will not tolerate anyone who is annoyed.
Rongchuan, "Dad."
The word "Dad" was particularly crisp and clear. Even though he was his father-in-law, the King of Qin liked to call him Dad.
Even though Lord Wei had heard it many times, he still couldn't help but sigh that in the eyes of the King of Qin, Marquis Zhou was like his own father.
Zhou Shuren had something to say to Rongchuan, "Your mother sent you a letter yesterday. What do you think?"
Rong Chuan said, "I will go to Patriarch Chen's house as soon as I leave the palace. I sent someone to notify him yesterday."
Zhou Shuren thought that the emperor must have sent a message to Rongchuan, "Well, you don't need to be polite then."
Rong Chuan nodded with a smile, and the emperor's brother also meant the same thing, "Yeah."
The King of Qi rarely attended the morning court, and as soon as he approached, he heard these words, "..."
In Zhoujia Village, Changzhong gets up early to practice martial arts. He likes swords and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Every move is engraved in his bones. He feels comfortable all over after exercising in the morning.
The servant waited for the young master to finish his sword fighting, then stepped forward with a handkerchief and took the sword. "Young master, would you like some breakfast?"
Changzhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "What's for breakfast?"
"Your favorite wontons."
"eat first."
Changzhong’s breakfast is not as luxurious as people say. It is very simple. This habit comes from his parents. Someone comes to his house right after he finishes breakfast.
Changzhong knew who the visitor was, and frowned, saying, "Please let him in."
Four people walked in, two of them were from the Ming generation. Both of them were going to take part in this year's autumn examination, and they were not young anymore, already in their thirties.
The other two were Mr. Hu, whom he disliked, and another whom he did not recognize but looked quite old.
The two older members of the clan also have to call Changzhong Uncle.
Changzhong pointed at the chairs and said, "Everyone, sit down."
The two clan members did not dare to act rashly, as it was their first time to come to the house. They had only seen Uncle Changzhong in the clan school before.
Changzhong asked the tribesmen, "Did you come here to ask questions?"
The two of them felt embarrassed and took out the articles they had written. One of them said, "Uncle pointed out the shortcomings of our articles in the clan school yesterday. We rewrote them last night and asked for your guidance today."
Chang Zhong liked to teach in the clan school. Sometimes he taught the enlightenment class, and sometimes he taught the scholar class. The clan school was also famous for having a scholar class, and only clan members could enroll. The advantage was that they could work on the questions sent back from the capital.
At the beginning, my father would give one or two questions every year. Later, he was too busy and gave it to my fourth brother. Gradually, the routine was maintained and there was no more than one set of questions a year. When a clan member passed the imperial examination and became an imperial scholar, he would also give a set of questions every year and send it back to the clan school.
A person's secret is a secret. Once more people know it, it is no longer a secret and then it spreads. Unfortunately, the Zhou clan academy's scholar class does not accept people from outside the family.
The Li family and the Dong family don’t have this opportunity either. Of course, if they really need help, they will ask the eldest brother Hou and the third brother for help.
Dad believes that rules are rules, and once anyone breaks the rules, they become a mere decoration.
Changzhong thought a lot in his mind while flipping through two articles. The articles were not long, about 600 words each. Changzhong lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and the servant hurriedly brought him a pen.
Changzhong circled the typos and inappropriate citations. He had high standards. "If it's at this level, it's still a little lacking. So I'll give more questions recently, and it will be easier to quote more."
The two of them thanked him in surprise, "Thank you, uncle."
Just seeing the typo, the two blushed again, "We will be more careful when we go back."
Changzhong felt sad, "I made typos before, too."
Then I was severely beaten, and it’s so miserable when I think about it now.
Changzhong turned his head and asked, "What do you two want to do?"
After Mr. Hu passed the examination for the scholar, he wanted to take the examination for the juren. Although the scholar had brought some changes to his family, it was not enough. His ranking as a scholar was not high enough to enter the official school. After asking for advice from talented people, he realized that he lacked a lot and there was no famous teacher. Finally, he thought of the Zhou family school.
Master Hu stood up and greeted him. "It's not easy to be from a poor family. I want to serve the court, but I feel that I have many shortcomings. I heard that the Zhou family school has exam questions, so I shamelessly ask for your advice."
Changzhong, "... "
Two clan members, "..."
You are so shameless that you even ask for advice. Bah, you are obviously a greedy person who wants to learn the test questions.
Liu Xiucai, who came with Mr. Hu, was dumbfounded and blushed, "I'm not, I don't have it."
The Zhou clan's study has long stated that it is only for clan members to see, and no one can say anything about it. But the Zhou clan has already done a great thing by opening their study room.
Mr. Hu continued, "I know the rules of my clan. I am not married, but I am willing to marry into the family."
Chang Zhong swallowed the tea that he had just drunk. Fortunately, he had seen a lot of storms and this was nothing. He calmly put down the teacup and asked, "Will you marry into my Zhou family?"
Mr. Hu Menqing didn't want to enter the Zhou clan school without paying anything, so after thinking it over, marrying into the Zhou clan was his solution. "Yes."