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"Brother Li!"

Su Mingyuan looked happy and let go in excitement.

The big goose squawked, bound its legs together and jumped between the bookshelves.

Those scholars who were standing reading suddenly saw the goose rushing towards them, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly dodge, not daring to confront it head-on.

Li Ping'an stepped forward and reached out to push the goose to the ground.

Chaos aborted.

Su Mingyuan just came to his senses, quickly took off his jacket and wrapped the goose into a ball.

"Thank you, Brother Li."

"Why did you buy such a big goose?"

Li Ping'an didn't expect that the first time he practiced the Iron Leg Kung Fu, he would deal with the leader of the three rural tyrants, and he could barely be regarded as a hero to eliminate evil.

Su Mingyuan hugged her jacket and said, "Miss Su has been weak recently and has bad gastrointestinal problems. The doctor said that stewed goose can cure it."

"Who is Miss Su?"

Su Mingyuan's face turned red: "That's right...that girl I met at Chunfeng Tower."

Li Ping'an asked: "What is your relationship now?"

"We're in love!"

Su Mingyuan said it eloquently: "If I copy more books, she will dance more. If she can redeem her body contract earlier, we can get married."

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "Can the madam be reasonable?"

The girls on the third floor of Chunfeng Building are all money-spinners. The madam wishes that they would receive customers every day, and then sell them to low-class brothels when their beauty fades with age.

Unless the last drop of oil is squeezed out, the girl will never be redeemed.

Su Mingyuan explained: "I have a friend who has a powerful family. I asked him to make peace, and the madam agreed to come down."

Li Pingan glanced around and lowered his voice.

"Master Su really plans to get a wife?"

Daqian attaches great importance to women's chastity, perhaps not to the perverted level of touching and chopping hands, touching and cutting off arms. A normal scholar would never marry a Goulan woman as his wife.

Most of them are bought home to be concubines, or kept outside to be lovers.

Su Mingyuan said quietly: "I am just a country boy who steals from my neighbor's house in order to survive. How can I, a mere thief, have the right to dislike Miss Su?"

"Okay, okay, no wonder Brother Su is appreciated by the master. I look forward to having a wedding wine as soon as possible!"

When Li Ping'an heard this, he immediately looked at Su Mingyuan in a new light.

It is an extremely rare quality for a scholar to not forget the fundamentals, to examine himself, and to speak his mind.

Back at the counter, shopkeeper Cui had already picked out the books.

"Thank you Master Cha for your help. Today's book is 20% off, totaling twenty-four taels."

Li Ping'an paid the money, and Su Mingyuan apologized repeatedly.

Fortunately, he was familiar with Shopkeeper Cui and no property was damaged, so there was no need to pay for compensation. Su Mingyuan took out three volumes of books from his arms.

"This is my newly copied Commentary on the Doctrine of the Mean."

"Six taels."

Shopkeeper Cui paid the money for copying the book and persuaded him: "Master Su, why do you have to work so hard? Your knowledge is enough to serve a high-ranking family."

"A few days ago, the Prime Minister's Mansion recruited talents, and those who are not as good as Mr. Su have passed the assessment. Why not go and have a look?"

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is filled with flowers and burning oil. Gentlemen stay away from it."

Su Mingyuan said firmly: "Next year, Enke, I will take the exam again. If you fail, you will still have the year after next. If you persevere, you can carve gold and stone!"

"The science test for a poor family is too difficult..."

Shopkeeper Cui shook his head and was not optimistic about Su Mingyuan. The imperial examination was not just about knowledge.

Not to mention the many shady things involved, just the number of books, educational environment and other hard conditions, the aristocratic family can leave ordinary people eight streets away.

Furthermore, the south is the center of civilization, while the north has experienced wars and has long since lost its cultural heritage.

In recent years, Donghua Gate has published rankings, and more than 80% of the candidates are from the south. The north has not produced a top scholar for 20 years.

According to folk rumors, the Southern Family helped His Majesty achieve great things, now is the time to repay the favor!

Li Ping'an had heard about this, and compared the history books he had studied in his previous life, he also had several ways to solve the scientific examination problems.

For example, ranking, name recognition, transcription, etc. can all help poor scholars.

"Don't dare to talk nonsense!"

The scene of being beheaded for speaking out a few days ago is still vivid in his mind. Li Ping'an dared to talk about the imperial examination. It won't be long before he has to go to Caishikou.

Separate from Su Mingyuan and return to Yongxingfang.

By this time it was already dark.

Li Ping'an arrived at the mortuary and found a person lying across the door. He was in ragged clothes and unkempt, and he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

I thought it was a corpse that was delivered, but I ended up touching it.

"There's still a heartbeat!"

Li Ping'an squatted down and looked carefully, and then he saw clearly that it was a man, but he didn't wake up after shaking for a while.

He walked past him, entered the door, and tightened the bolt.

It is customary to cut pig liver and cook porridge, or practice makes perfect and essence. Now the porridge cooked by Li Ping'an is more fragrant than the ones sold in restaurants on the street.

In the future, when we are no longer in the morgue, we can open a porridge shop to make a living.

"A long life cannot be wasted in vain, otherwise it will lead to mental illness."

"In addition to practicing martial arts to protect yourself, you also need to learn some skills. You don't have to work hard, it's all based on interest."

"I'll learn to cook today, maybe play chess tomorrow, and learn to paint the day after tomorrow. I won't be tired or bored. As time goes by, I'll be able to do anything!"

Li Ping'an cooked the meat porridge, put it into a bowl and was about to drink it, when he suddenly sighed.

Opening the door, he dragged the unconscious man from cold and hunger to the mortuary, wrapped him in two quilts, dipped a hot towel in it and put it on his forehead.

"Life or death depends on fate."

Li Ping'an still retains some of the kindness of modern people, and it is difficult to watch someone freeze to death and ignore him.

If you can't spend all your wealth, you can do it with a little effort.

"Perhaps within a few years, my good intentions will be gone. Just do it and cherish it!"

While he was drinking porridge, there was a sound from the mortuary. Li Ping'an took the bowl and went over to see that the man had woken up from a coma.

"This is……"

Li Pingan put the thinned porridge to the man's mouth.

The man who has been very hungry for a long time is reading a book www.uukanshu． net immediately gulped down the porridge. After finishing a large bowl, he regained his vitality.

Li Ping'an brought over a half-pot of porridge: "This is the imperial court's territory. I can only keep you overnight."

"Thank you so much, my benefactor."

The man heard the threat and didn't feel any resentment. He struggled up and kowtowed three times.

There are many good people in the capital giving out porridge, but no one dares to take in the refugees!

The next day.

Li Pingan got up early and saw the quilts left in the morgue, folded squarely.

"You are a sensible person, how come you are so depressed?"

I lit a fire to cook, cleaned the courtyard, practiced legwork twice, and practiced Cynomorium Kung Fu while standing still. Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon.

The sound of gongs was heard in the street, and the government officials shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Notice, the Yamen has issued a notice!"

When government offices post notices, they generally don't use gongs to publicize them, unless the contents of the notice are of great importance and all people must abide by it.

Li Ping'an stood at the door and listened to the people's discussions, and quickly learned the content of the notice.

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month is the 70th Christmas of Emperor Jianwu. His Majesty will not only celebrate his birthday in the palace, but also tour the streets of the capital to enjoy it with the people.

What does it mean to have fun with the people?

That is, if His Majesty is happy today, the people must also be happy. Even if a parent has just died in the family, they must also smile obediently.

Lord of heaven and earth, your majesty is of course more important than your parents!

The notice also solemnly emphasized that in order not to affect His Majesty's joy, from the date of posting, the capital will not allow funerals for the dead.

The sick ones hold on and the dead ones pretend to be alive at home!

Someone asked the beggar what to do if a refugee dies?

Under His Majesty's rule, the people of Daqian live and work in peace and contentment, have enough food and clothing, and there are absolutely no beggars or refugees in the capital...