An Jingzhi and his son didn't return, but they sent a letter home. The An family didn't know how to read letters, so An Jingzhi sent it to the He family, asking He Changxing to help him pass it on. He Changxing was naturally happy to do so. Wow, he actually had a friend who was a juren? He had never expected Brother Jingzhi to be so talented. Even his father said that he was lucky to have such a good friend in his life.

He himself thought so too. If it weren't for An Jingzhi, he would not even be able to get the title of scholar, or even pass the Tongsheng exam.

His in-laws were so dissatisfied with him in the first two days after the wedding, but these past few days they've been pulling him aside to ask about his well-being? He's even taking advantage of their good friend's good fortune in advance.

Of course he would carry out his friend's entrustment seriously. He put down his business and personally took a carriage to Anjia Village.

After he took over the business, he would often drive a horse-drawn carriage to An's house to collect preserved eggs and visit him at the same time.

Uncle An was quite familiar with the An family. After seeing his carriage, he was a little confused. Didn’t he come to collect the preserved eggs two days ago?

Grandpa An walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Changxing? What's the matter?"

He Changxing saluted quickly and showed the envelope in his hand to the An family, "Grandpa An, I'm here to deliver a letter from Brother Jingzhi."

Grandpa An asked excitedly, "Jingzhi? How is Jingzhi?" He should have come back by now, so why is there still no news?

An Jingzhi did not tell his family about his plan to stay in the provincial capital, because he only found out about the time of the Jinshi imperial examination after arriving in the provincial capital, and he was not sure whether he could pass the examination and become a Juren. Although he was confident, who knew if there would be any shady manipulation and he would be unlucky enough to be rejected?

After confirmation, I quickly sent the letter back.

He Changxing calmed the excited An family members.

"Brother Jingzhi sent someone to bring me a letter for me to read to you. He also said that he is doing well."

At the urging of the An family, He Changxing opened the letter and read it to them.

I first greeted the family and apologized. Then I told them my thoughts again. Finally, I told them about my recent situation.

After hearing this, the An family finally felt relieved.

They became more and more convinced that their Jingzhi was the incarnation of Wenquxing!

He Changxing sat and chatted for a while, and was then treated by the An family and had a meal before leaving.

His good friend was about to leap into the sky. That was the capital city, the imperial examination hall that countless scholars longed for.

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Daya is now a figure no one dares to offend in the Lin family. Her mother-in-law greets her with a smile every day and never asks her to do any work. She is busy serving Daya, fearing that she will return to her parents' home to complain if she is unhappy. Of course, Daya would not be so proud as to let her mother-in-law serve her. If this were to get out, not only would her reputation be affected, but the reputation of the An family would also be ruined.

Now, because of Daya, the Lin family’s status in the village is equal to that of Village Chief Lin.

Without the pressure from her mother-in-law, the couple was given all the autonomy. Although Daya did not live a life of luxury in the Lin family, she was living a happy life.

There is no woman in Linjia Village and Anjia Village who does not envy Daya. It is because they do not have such a promising and loving brother.

After An Jingzhi passed the imperial examination, he received even more marriage proposals. The small landlords who had come to him before no longer had the courage to send matchmakers. Even the wife of the county magistrate sent people to An's house, hoping to form a marriage alliance.

An Jingzhi's second and fourth aunts were both overjoyed. They had never thought in their lives that their daughters could marry into such a wealthy family.

After discussing it, the An family decided to wait for An Jingzhi to come back and make the decision. An Jingzhi knew what kind of people these people were. When he was a scholar, so many people came to ask for his sister's hand in marriage. He was afraid that if he passed the imperial examination, it would be even more difficult for his family to refuse. So he told his family not to worry about anything and put all the blame on him, and not to easily promise his sisters away. When people heard that An Jingzhi was so attached to his sister, they wanted to ask for her hand in marriage even more. Although there was no precedent for a cousin to make the decision for his cousin's marriage, he was a juren after all, so they were willing to wait for him to come back to discuss it.

The An family had a very lively Spring Festival. People kept coming to visit them and they didn't even have time to go out.

An Laosan and An Jingzhi, who were far away in the provincial capital, seemed a little cold and lonely.

The courtyard they rented in the capital was even smaller than the one they rented in the provincial capital.

Prices in the capital were high, and the Imperial Examination was about to begin, so the rent for two months was 20 taels.

Fortunately, An Jingzhi brought the banknotes that He's father had given him with him, otherwise they might not be enough.

An Jingzhi didn't mind being away from home for the New Year. An Laosan felt a little disappointed. He had never been away from home for so long in his life. But when he thought about his son becoming a Jinshi, he cheered up again and was full of anticipation.

Time flies. Countless students gather in the capital.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the spring imperial examination.

An Jingzhi passed the inspection smoothly and entered the Imperial Examination Hall.

He was pretty lucky, and the examination rooms he was assigned to were always good, far away from the toilets.

An Lao San, who had always been confident that his son was the incarnation of Wenquxing, also shrank his neck and lost his confidence in this Kyoto city full of talented people.

On weekdays, after finishing his exams, his son usually rests first. The next day, the father and son go around visiting places that An Lao San had visited in advance.

But the next day, An Lao San had no desire to go out. For the first time in his life, he, who had always been idle and unemployed, felt what it was like to be uneasy.

If An Jingzhi didn't go shopping, he would go shopping on his own, leaving An Laosan alone at home, which made him even more restless.

If you have nothing to do, go to the place where the list is posted to see if the results are out.

Although he couldn't write now, he could still recognize his son's name and didn't need anyone to help him read the list.

There were many people who were as anxious as he was, and every few days there would be a group of people standing under the wall where the notice was posted.

This time I waited for half a month for the results to come out.

An Lao San stood in front of the list. The officers posted it and read it. After a while, someone kept calling out, "I got the win!" An Lao San, who had been searching for his son's name for a long time and couldn't find it, was so annoyed that he wanted to punch the person.

He kept his composure and looked serious. The official had not posted one name yet, which was temporarily blocked and could not be seen. He looked through the other lists again from beginning to end, but still did not find his son's name.

If the last top-ranked list is not there, then his son must have failed the exam. That's impossible. His son is the God of Literature, it's impossible for him to fail!

After the official posted the list, he pushed away everyone around him with a fierce look on his face, came to the front of the list, and looked up from the last name. The more he looked, the more unsure he became.

Every time he looked at a name, it was like a knife stabbing his heart. Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at the top ten.

An Jingzhi's name appeared at the top of the list! First place in the first class!

An Lao Sanxi's voice was distorted, "Haha, I knew it, my son is the god of literature!"