Hanjiang Prefecture School was founded by Tao Wentao a thousand years ago. It has a long history and a long history. Over the past thousand years, many talents have been cultivated here that have left their names in history. It is not too much to call it a brilliant star.

The current professor of the prefecture school is named Xu. He is over 100 years old and has a Juren. He is a 8th rank official awarded by the imperial court. He met Ouyang Juren, and this letter of recommendation from Ouyang Juren was written to him.

Before this, Ouyang Juren had also informed Professor Xu first. Professor Xu saw Ye Xingyuan's diploma, compared the recommendation book, but did not care too much, so he ordered someone to go and arrange it.

Many people have been admitted through him in recent years, and Ye Xingyuan is just one of them. The first case of a child in the county is to be recommended by celebrities and celebrities. It is reasonable to study in the provincial school and will not make him too embarrassed.

But the next coach was a little hesitant and said carefully: "Mr. Xu, the quota of the prefecture school this year is slightly tight. A few days ago, a house was vacant. There was a Tongsheng Chi in the mansion city, and he had to join the school for five people to join the school. He was waiting for the approval of the master. If this Tongsheng surnamed Ye enters the school, then Chi Tongsheng in the mansion city will have to regret it."

In recent years, the literary style of Hanjiang Prefecture has been growing rapidly. More and more young people are interested in learning. The scale of the prefecture is not enough. They have been talking about expansion, but they have never been approved by the provincial education Taoism, so this matter has only been delayed for one day.

Therefore, the quota of the prefecture school is expensive. Once there is a shortage, someone will immediately find ways to find a way to make up for it. If the conditions are met, they can only look at other aspects. Ye Xingyuan was also a coincidence, and Ouyang Juren’s face is very useful.

Professor Xu pondered for a moment before saying, "I remember that Tongsheng, the surname Chi, is only 20 people in the county examination this year, and is about to be selected, and is called a talent that is not very outstanding. Although Tongsheng, the surname Ye, is from Guiyang, is the leader of the case, so let him enroll first."

The grades in the school are the hard truth, and academic masters always have some preferential treatment, even if they are academic masters in a small county town. The coach had no choice but to go through the admission procedures for Ye Xingyuan according to Professor Xu's wishes, and secretly passed the news to several students who recommended Chi Tongsheng.

Ye Xingyuan recorded the list of the school, received the key to the room, went to visit the professor and instructor, and went down to find the room in the backyard of the school. The room was two people, and the conditions were quite difficult. I also heard that the room was all old houses of the previous dynasty, with a history of two or three hundred years, and it can be called a cultural relic.

Although the children of rich families enter the palace and occupy a place in the house, they often rent a house nearby and can also bring beautiful maids and handsome book children to accompany them. Although they are studying hard, they still have endless freedom and happiness.

But Ye Xingyuan is not that extravagant, and the reason is only one word, poor! The free number house is already very good for him. In fact, the rows of number houses in the backyard are made of gray bricks, which are bright and transparent. Although it has been a long time and has a faint musty smell, the living conditions are not as bad as I thought at the beginning.

The room Ye Xingyuan got was the seventh yellow character. He walked into the east door of the No. 1 and walked to the penultimate room on the west side. He took out the copper key and opened the door. He immediately raised a stream of dust, as if no one had lived in it for a while.

This roommate seems to be a rich man who has another place to stay, which is good news for Ye Xingyuan. At least one person lives in a relaxed and free manner.

The house is rectangular and the size of a palm, so people can turn around. There is a bed each with one bed, and the quilt and pillow on the east side are rolled into a mess, and the other one has no bedding. Students have to carry the bedding themselves.

Ye Xingyuan came lightly, but didn't bring many things, so he had to go to the market to buy them. He took out the bag, changed his clothes and folded them on the bedside table, and put them in the bedside table. After thinking about it, he took a ingot of silver and kept it in close proximity. The remaining silver was hidden in the cabinet, and then he left the house and locked the door and left.

Ye Xingyuan followed the original route back, walked through the backyard, passed through the atrium, and then passed through the corner gate, and reported to the gatekeeper to go out. One was to explain to Miss Ouyang, and the other was to shop.

He was about to go out when he heard a somewhat anxious voice coming from behind, "Who is the friend in front of him, but Ye Xingyuan from Guiyang County?"

Ye Xingyuan turned around and saw a young man in blue with two or three people following him, hurriedly chasing him.

His reputation spread so quickly that even the people in the public school knew it? Of course, this can only be a fantasy, and Ye Xingyuan also felt that there was no such possibility.

However, when you are just a little polite, Ye Xingyuan stood sideways and bowed, "It's Ye Xingyuan below. I don't know my name? What's the matter with me?"

The man in blue shirt ran to him and stopped, looking at him up and down, but with a little contempt in his expression, he grabbed Ye Xingyuan's sleeve and gently said, "Go out and talk."

The man seemed very familiar with the gatekeeper, and he didn't need to register to go out. He took his followers and Ye Xingyuan out of the corner gate. He walked along the wall for a while and came to a secluded corner. Then he let go of his hand and said coldly: "I am Zheng Keding."

He simply issued a name, as if Ye Xingyuan was born to know him. But Ye Xingyuan was straightforward, and he didn't know him, and he didn't want to flatter him.

And I was dragged out by this guy for some reason, and I was confused in my heart. I didn’t even have time to say such polite words as long-awaited for a long time. I just thought in my mind, what is this person?

Zheng Keding's two followers sneered, "It turns out that they are country bumpkins. Even Mr. Zheng doesn't know him, so he dares to go to the back door to enter school?"

Mr. Zheng? Ye Xingyuan tried hard to recall, but he had never met anyone with the surname Zheng. If he didn't give him any tips, it would be difficult to figure out what a famous person the other party was.

Seeing that he was foolish, Zheng Keding felt even more unhappy and said in a deep voice: "The ancestor of his family is Xiong Fei."

Zheng Xiongfei? Ye Xingyuan remembered that there were many celebrities in the Hanjiang Mansion's science and technology exam. Zheng Xiongfei was also considered a star of the previous generation. He won the Tanhua more than 40 years ago. People in this mansion are still proud of it.

However, Zheng Xiongfei's career was not good, and he was repeatedly moved to the left. He seemed to have retreated more than ten years ago and died in depression. At most, his children and grandchildren could only show off their might in the Hanjiang Mansion.

What did they do to him? Ye Xingyuan could not think of any interaction with the Zheng family, so he had to say politely, "It turns out that it is Mr. Zheng, I am lucky to know you, and I have been grateful for it for a long time."

He was not sincere in his words. Of course, Zheng Keding could hear it. He raised the sign of the monk's ancestors and who was disrespectful to him in the entire Hanjiang Mansion? Sure enough, this kind of guy from a remote countryside did not understand the rules and etiquette. He glanced at Ye Xingyuan and said, "Today I am looking for you, Brother Ye, are not for the sake of others. I just hope that you will drop out of school and leave the city, so that you can be decent."

"Young Master Zheng, I have something to ask for, so I should do my best..." Ye Xingyuan was unintentional, listened casually, and was polite, but when he was halfway through his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong. What did this guy just say? He asked him to drop out of school and leave the mansion?

Such unreasonable requests were so natural that the people in the city said this? Ye Xingyuan suddenly felt that he might need to adapt to the environment.

"...but this matter is absolutely not possible." No matter what the other party's purpose is, it is considered polite to Ye Xingyuan not turn against him on the spot, and of course he doesn't need to be tactful.

He didn't even ask why. If Zheng Keding wanted to convince him, he would definitely give him a reason. If he asked this question himself, he would seem weak.

Before Zheng Keding could speak, the follower beside him was angry, "Why are you, a country boy, so unreasonable? Your quota was originally recommended by Mr. Zheng to a friend. You took it secretly through the back door. We don't care about you. It's already considered that your ancestors have accumulated virtue. Do you dare to be so arrogant?"

Who is the arrogant? Ye Xingyuan is so funny that everyone knows each other. You guys come up and ask me to drop out of school and flee, and they say that the quota is theirs? Is this arrogance good? Could it be that your Zheng family opened this school?

Ye Xingyuan said with a look of his sleeve: "My kindness is a bad word. The quota of the government is determined by the court and the professor is arranged by the lower. When will you be given a private gift? Even if Mr. Zheng is protected by his ancestors, he cannot do this evil thing, so as not to ruin the reputation of his ancestors!"

He could probably guess the situation. It was probably because Zheng Keding saw that the school was short of the school and recommended some friends to enter the school, but he just told him to take it off. He couldn't bear it, so he disturbed him.

Just because of this, they didn't dare to go to the professor to fight for it, but they mobilized all the troops to cause trouble for themselves. Ye Xingyuan felt a little disdainful.

Zheng Keding was angry and Ye Xingyuan guessed correctly. He had patted his friend Chi Tongsheng and promised that the five of them would join forces to get the quota for this school.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, he also asked someone to invite a banquet to train the coach several times, but he didn't expect that the cooked duck flew away at the last moment. He was already unhappy, but Ye Xingyuan pushed him back like this and became even more angry.

"Don't give me a toast and not eat a punishment!" Zheng Keding gritted his teeth and threatened.

Ye Xingyuan looked up and saw that this place was not far from the gate of the Mansion School. In broad daylight, did the other party dare to move roughly? Since he didn't dare to move roughly, what's more terrifying than talking?

He shook his head disdainfully and said, "There is a justification for right and wrong. Ye Xing, I, was right and straightforward, and of course I was not afraid of toasting and punishing wine.

But Mr. Zheng, don’t be willing to fall into depravity and make people quarrel. The sage said that people will insult themselves, and later people will insult them. Remember! Remember! This is what you say, say goodbye!"

The Tao was different and he didn't plan to each other. Ye Xingyuan was too lazy to say more, so he turned around and left. Zheng Keding suddenly shouted loudly, rushed over and was about to fight. The two followers were also very powerful, and they rolled up their sleeves together to prepare for action, without considering the consequences at all.

Damn! Ye Xingyuan was shocked. He had just expected that the other party would not dare to move, but he didn't expect that he would be in the danger of being beaten up in a blink of an eye.

Are the literati in Fucheng so strong and brave? They have no reserved attitude of a gentleman not acting at all, and they are even more rude when they say something wrong. Are they still scholars? Besides, this is the gate of the Fucheng school. They openly gathered to fight, so aren't they afraid of being punished?

Ye Xingyuan was meticulous and always thought about three steps, but at this moment, he looked at the three men with fierce expressions, and he felt like a scholar met a soldier. Even if he had thousands of tricks and many good strategies, he could not defeat the six fists that were about to be greeted!

Even if the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, the thirty-six strategies are the best, but the three people on the other side have no way out when they are surrounded. Unfortunately, the sword spirit can only be used to break the magical powers and methods, and it has no effect in this low-end melee combat!

When he reached this situation, Ye Xingyuan could only make up his mind to fight back and rely on fists and feet to save himself. In his previous life, he had fought with the school tyrants. He was still like this when he first entered the provincial school in this life. Is this a common human problem?

Imagine yourself as the King of Chu in Gaixia, Ye Xingyuan was immersed in the tragic mood and could not extricate himself, so he took a starting position.

Suddenly, a purple shadow ran out from the corner of the street, and the overwhelming sword aura was surging and greeting Zheng Keding and the other two.

The decency of a literati could probably be preserved... Ye Xingyuan wiped his sweat, put away his fists, and secretly said, "I am worried!"
Chapter completed!