After talking to Mrs. Li for a heart-to-heart talk, Ye Xingyuan's future path was basically certain. Of course, this premise is that he will try to pass the test. If he is defeated or falls into the same Jinshi, not only will he lose face, but Mrs. Li will not be able to operate well.

Although the New Year is lively in Beijing and the village, it seems that the New Year atmosphere is not enough. Ye Xingyuan is alone in a foreign land and is not very meaningful. He just had a New Year's Eve dinner with Li Cheng, Mrs. Li, Tang Shiyan, Zhu Ning'er and others. Even in the first month, he focused on preparing for the exam and did not dare to slack off at all.

On the Lantern Festival, lanterns were blooming in the capital, especially the Yangliu River outside the gate of Daxiangguo Temple. Ye Xingyuan was used to the prosperity and did not want to go out, but Zhu Ning'er pulled him and refused to let go.

"There is an open space south of Daxiangguo Temple. The believers of the Crow God have raised 30,000 taels of money to buy it. In the future, they will start building a large temple here. The lord is trusted by the Crow God and should go and take my palms and eyes for me, so as not to misjudgment of Feng Shui." Zhu Ning'er's reason for this date is open and upright.

During the Chinese New Year, you spent tens of thousands of taels of silver to buy land. Ye Xingyuan heard Zhu Ning'er mention it before, but he didn't expect that they would move so quickly and even buy land so quickly.

The south of Daxiangguo Temple is a wealthy place. It costs hundreds of taels of silver for any house here. It is not really 30,000 taels to build a large temple. But it seems that the total amount raised is only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Is it okay?

Ye Xingyuan hesitated and asked: "It took 30,000 taels of land alone, and construction started later. I wonder if it will cost more or less, can I raise money?"

Zhu Ning'er said proudly: "The emperor personally conferred the Crow God. Auspiciousness to save the carriage. Such a great thing is done. If you want to offer tens of thousands of taels, what is the point of worship? There is a believer in the sect who wants to cast a golden body for the Crow God. I thought it would be unnecessary to spend this money, and it would not be easy to make money from it. This was changed to gilding. If there is a surplus, it can also be used for future military expenses."

The believers of the Crow God Cult are really pious and rich Ye Xingyuan was a little shaken for a moment. If he only wanted wealth, it seemed that being a leader of the sect was much more comfortable than being an official.

However, Ye Xingyuan is an ideal scholar. He would not be dizzy about the temptation of money. He quickly put all these aside and rebuked: "What military spending, don't talk nonsense anymore."

Zhu Ning'er smiled and said nothing, but walked out with Ye Xingyuan's arm, and walked west along Zhuque Avenue and headed straight to Daxiangguo Temple.

It was not yet spring at this time, and Jingzhao Prefecture was north, and the weather was still dripping into ice. But tourists were still in a state of interest. Various lanterns were hanging on the streets and alleys, and children were screaming and running with tiger lamps and rabbit lamps, laughing and laughing.

If you only look at Jingzhao Prefecture, this dynasty will naturally be prosperous and peaceful. It is prosperous and prosperous, and even the capitals of all dynasties have not yet flourished as today.

According to the household registration statistics from the previous year, there are now 300,000 households in Jingzhao Prefecture, with a population of over one million. This is a number that I would never imagine in the prosperous times of the previous dynasty. Moreover, the people of Jingzhao Prefecture are rich, and foreign merchants are detained here, and goods from all over the world are endless all year round.

The world lacks vitality and rain, but Jingzhao Prefecture has never had this problem. The big men of the court communicated with the secrets of heaven, and it was easy to make the capital city have good weather or sunny weather. The sky is blue and the trees are lush. Ice is used in summer and charcoal is used in winter, and there has never been a shortage.

Last year, several vassal lords came to pay tribute, and they all looked like country bumpkins entering the Grand View Garden, and they all marveled at it and praised the atmosphere of the heavenly dynasty.

On this Lantern Festival, it is even more peaceful and wealthy. Ye Xingyuan's absent-minded viewing of the lanterns, but his heart is like a mirror, and he can see through the hidden crisis on the surface of this glitz.

If all the places in all directions are like this, then this is of course an undeniable prosperity. Unfortunately, not to mention those remote mountains, even provincial capitals, and the capital cities are not as good as those.

Dinghu Province has the granary in the world, but the elders in Ye Xingyuan's village can barely survive. Because Zhou Zhixian's insistence on his own, several villages also had hunger at the end of the New Year. Although I have never heard of starving people to death, it is not easy to live.

As for the surrounding provinces, Jingchu’s great desert, starving people everywhere, and refugees are everywhere, and the rest of the provinces are also a mess during the New Year, so how can they have no time to enjoy the lanterns?

Only this place where the capital is the best, and the emperor is still so happy to be successful at the feet of the emperor, and to embellish his mistakes, this is definitely not a good omen.

The vitality of heaven and earth is limited. For the prosperity of Jingzhao Mansion, at least half of it must be eliminated. The remaining five points can benefit the world. How can Ye Xingyuan sees some rich children throwing food at will and just playing. He can't help but sigh: "The rich family smells of wine and meat, and there are bones that are frozen to death on the road."

Zhu Ning'er was shocked when she heard this. She looked up at the lanterns on her top, as if she had seen the sad gaze of the hungry people, and said sadly: "The lord has always been compassionate to the heavens and others, but Ning'er is far worse than that."

Ye Xingyuan just sighed casually, without any deep meaning. He was afraid that the little girl would extend it randomly, so he changed his mouth and said, "I just feel something occasionally. There are wise men in the court who can regulate yin and yang and feed all the people. Don't worry about it."

In theory, the prime minister's work is balance. Such a deformed development in Jingzhao is not a good thing. Even Ye Xingyuan can see that. How can a knowledgeable person not understand it but don't know how he would let it go.

Zhu Ning'er thought to herself, lord, you are starting to show off again. If there are wise men in the court, then how can we make a name for ourselves? It's just that there are so many people here. She is very well-behaved and has not been able to make any more decisions.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, but someone next to her spoke indignantly: "The corpses of the court in the court are all over the place. When I see the lanterns in the sky, the hearts of millions of ordinary people are the anger of the willows and rivers. When I see the willows and rivers, the sad tears of the people in the world.

Jingzhao will not destroy, Beizhi will not prosper. Beizhi will not perish, the world will not prosper. This brother, you are still counting on the magistrates, that is very wrong."

Jingzhao Prefecture is within the scope of the Northern Province, but is not subject to the jurisdiction. Instead, the Northern Province continues to support Jingzhao. Especially various crops and minerals are given priority to Jingzhao, only after leaving some leftovers and cold roasts for Beizhao.

People in Beizhi Province have always been complaining and feel that they have been sucked too hard by Jingzhao Prefecture, so there are words that Jingzhao will not destroy it and Beizhi will not prosper.

However, although Jingzhao is sucking blood from Beizhi, Beizhi is also constantly intercepting materials entering Beijing. Whether it is the canal transport, land transport, sea transport, grain, wealth, etc., they have to go through Beizhi. In this way, it seems that they are using the power of the world to support Beizhi.

Therefore, some people say that Beizhi will not perish and the world will not be prosperous.

These two sentences are often mentioned by scholars in private, but they did not expect that someone would speak so easily in public. Ye Xingyuan looked back and saw a scholar in green clothes looking about 20 years old, but his hair was a little gray, gritted his teeth, and worried about the country and the people.

This is when he met the angry young man of this era. Ye Xingyuan was very familiar with this tone. He had a college roommate who often scolded the government and society, and he rarely turned gray at a young age. Ye Xingyuan always felt that it was caused by excessive worries and took it as a warning.

In fact, this kind of angry youth is also a specialty in Xuanyuan World. I heard that there are many cities in the capital, but Ye Xingyuan rarely goes out and has never dated him, so he feels fresh. Moreover, this person has a familiar accent, just like a person from the Jingchu area of ​​Dinghu.

Ye Xingyuan smiled and said, "The sage said that if you are not in your position, you will not plan your politics. This is a major event in the world, and the court will take care of you. Since you have the intention of saving the people, you can devote yourself to the imperial examination and show your talents, and you can also benefit the people in the future."

He also deliberately showed a bit of local accent when he spoke. The scholar was very proud when he heard this and nodded, "Of course, since I went to Beijing the previous year, I have seen the unfair things in the world. I have worked harder to relax for a moment. I am asking for the March Test to win one shot and serve the countryside."

The scholar paused and asked again, "I heard from my brother's accent, is it because people in Dinghu Province don't know where the fairyland is?"

It turns out that I met an old friend in a foreign land. The capital is very large. There are not many people in Dinghu Province. Although he has a weird temper, Ye Xingyuan is also very happy. He heard that he was also a juren, so he did not dare to neglect and bowed. "It turned out to be a senior. Ye Xingyuan, who was in Guiyang County, Hanjiang Prefecture, Dinghu Province, also came to Beijing for the examination. Unexpectedly, he met a fellow villager like this and asked his brother Taigui's surname Taifu."

The scholar heard Ye Xingyuan's name, but frowned, his face slightly shady, "You are Jie Yuan Ye Xingyuan of Jinke."

Ye Xingyuan was stunned. This man had a very kind attitude before. He was unhesitant after hearing his name. Could it be that there was any grudge? After the battle of Zhou Zhi County, all the scholars in this county were defeated by him? Could it be that they were enemies formed in the prefecture or provincial capital.

He nodded and said, "It's nothing to be the first name after a lucky title."

The scholar sneered, "It turns out it's you, no wonder you are so naive. I heard that you disrespect your predecessors in the village, relying on your own talent, and blindly oppress your predecessors. You also heard that you offered good fortune to Beijing, and you were lucky enough to be a treacherous and slanderous, and you were awarded a title and a shame to the scholars."

It's really a feud. Before he finished speaking, he cursed and called you a senior. You really regarded yourself as a dish. Ye Xingyuan was not a person who swallowed his anger and retorted: "There is no order of learning, and the best is the first. In the words of the saint, all seniors who have real talents and real knowledge will never be careless.

As for offering auspiciousness, it was appointed by the three great masters, Futai, Fantai, and Nitai, which was a reflection of the voice of the people. In the past, the saints also presented auspiciousness to the people before the Emperor of Heaven and Destiny. Is this also a treacherous act?"

The scholar was silent and cursed: "It's really a sharp-tongued person, no wonder my friends in the county sent me a letter, saying that you are not in a good state, Guiyang County, you are so shameful to me."

This person is really a fellow villager. From his words, he should be a scholar from Guiyang County. Ye Xingyuan thought that he knew most of the study seeds in Guiyang County. He had heard of this young scholar. Which one is this young scholar?
Chapter completed!