"He's the boss of a merchant in Chengdongfang. Don't worry, husband. He's drunk and will be late. Of course, his family will come looking for him." The waiter obviously knew him.

"What's wrong with this guy? He's so drunk?"

"You can't pass the examination, sir!" the clerk stopped talking.

"Tell me carefully." Yu Lu threw a broken piece of silver. When the clerk took it and looked at it, he saw that it was a piece of one or two pieces of silver. He bit it, and immediately smiled and bowed: "Thank you, my husband. Thank you!

Mr. Xianggong."

Tell everything you know right now.

It turned out that this man was the boss of a businessman. He was enlightened at the age of six and could recite poems and poems at the age of nine. At that time, the county magistrate went to see him in person and inspected him. He admired him very much. After he was selected as a scholar at the age of fifteen, he married his daughter.

But after that, his talents were exhausted, and he failed to pass the imperial examination at the age of 28, so he became an alcoholic, full of cynicism, and complained about the injustice of the government every day.

"Fortunately, the government didn't care, otherwise..." The waiter shook his head.

"That's it!" Yu Lu nodded his head repeatedly, which was not surprising. He had been there, especially under the guidance of the grandson, so he naturally knew the secrets of the imperial examination of one article, two etiquette, and three stances.

Many scholars have passed the test of mastering literature and calligraphy very early, and have passed the scholar examination, but if they don't know the "etiquette", they can't pass the examination. Occasionally, some literary talents are really too good, and if they pass the test, they can't go any further.

At the moment, he just said: "Get a room for this friend, and when he sobers up, we can talk over wine and persuade this friend."
Chapter completed!