Several officials in green robes came out from the Ministry of Rites and posted the list on the notice board at the door.
As soon as the list was posted, the notice board was instantly surrounded by people, all crowding over.
However, there were officials from the Ministry of Rites maintaining order around the signboards and they were not allowed to approach. They could only watch from a distance of ten feet. In addition, there were a total of sixteen signboards, including the four doors of the Ministry of Rites on the left and right sides, so there was no risk of people stepping on each other.
But for some unknown reason, Song Cai, the central figure of this small group, always talks to Su Jian, and their relationship is getting better and better. Could it be that Su Jian really has some great talent that Song Cai values?
As the few people were talking, a voice suddenly came from outside the ceremonial hall: "The results are out! The results are out!"
In an instant, the crowd in front became even more turbulent.
The people watching the excitement nearby were already used to it. One person said, "It seems like there are countless scholars who failed the exam this year."
"There were tens of thousands of candidates in Bianliang, but only a few hundred were admitted each time. Naturally, some were happy and some were disappointed."
"Yes, even a talent like Liu Sanbian took decades to pass the imperial examinations and was only a third-class Jinshi, let alone others."
In just a moment, the world outside the Liyuan transformed into another. Many scholars, originally excited, nervous, or calm, instantly changed their expressions when the list was released.
Some cried bitterly, wailing, "I didn't win again." Others were jubilant, "I won! I won." Still others looked ashen, as if they had lost their souls.
There was chaos on the field.
Years of hard work come to nothing, which is even more heartbreaking than failing the college entrance examination and not getting into the ideal university. Countless people go crazy.
If you fail the college entrance examination, even if you don’t get into a key university, you can still go to a first-tier or second-tier university, or even a junior college.
But the imperial examination is truly like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge. If you fail, you fail, and there is no logic to it.
"This is just a test."
Someone sighed.
After all, only a few people can pass the exam. For the vast majority of people, the announcement of the results means a death sentence.
However, it cannot change the fact that there were millions of students at that time, but only a few could actually pass the exam, and most people just wasted their lives.
Soon, as time passed, fewer and fewer people looked at the bulletin board outside the ceremony hall, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
The wealthy people sitting nearby had already paid for someone to go in and copy the list. Song Cai and his friends had the money but didn't want to spend it. After nearly half an hour, when there were fewer people around, they finally got up and went over.
From a certain perspective, some people say that the ancient imperial examination system broke the monopoly of aristocratic families and provided children from poor families with a path to upward mobility.
But at least in the Song Dynasty, the imperial examination was only a channel for a small number of children from poor families to rise.
Even at that time, more than 95% of the high-ranking officials in the court were Jinshi. By the Southern Song Dynasty, even the entire court was composed of scholars, and 100% of them were Jinshi.
He saw Song Cai's name at the third from the bottom of the list. He immediately became excited and said, "I actually won."
My friend next to me said sourly, "The Book of Filial Piety is indeed easy to master. If I had known this earlier, I would have studied the Book of Filial Piety first."
"Brother Zhang also won."
Along the way, some people were depressed, some were crying, some had no expression on their faces, and only a very few people showed joy.
Just for the examination, more than 100,000 people are eliminated every year. By the time of the spring examination in March of the following year, including the candidates from previous years, tens of thousands of candidates will be eliminated, and only about 100 Jinshi will be selected.
Song Cai and the others came under the cards and immediately stretched their necks to look. They were very self-aware and did not immediately look from the top down, but instead started from the bottom of the list and searched upwards.
There was a culture of forming societies in Bianliang, and many scholars formed poetry societies and writing societies. Many scholar societies were wiped out, which was a terrible sight.
Three people from their small club won the prize, and their fame in Bianliang will probably increase greatly.
Although being a juren is still useless.
"Brother Wang won, congratulations."
When several people saw their names one after another, they were all overjoyed.
There were twelve people in their group, and only three of them got the upper hand. Although it was only three, it was already very remarkable.
Su Jian couldn't help feeling disappointed.
However, he was originally a Japanese, and unlike the scholars of the Song Dynasty who had been immersed in studies for decades, the probability of him passing the imperial examination was not high, so he could be relaxed and it was not a big deal.
Song Cai did not leave immediately, but continued to look for something on the list.
But if I pass the imperial examination in March next year and become a Jinshi, that would be a different story.
As a classmate, maybe I can rise to a higher position and get some support. Even if I go to the county government to work as an official, my future will be bright.
"Brother Song, congratulations on getting into high school. Let's go and have a drink."
Getting to know Zhao Jun was his greatest gain in this imperial examination, but he dared not spread it out.
He searched the list from the end to the top, but he couldn't find Zhao Jun's name, and he couldn't help but wonder.
Could it be that Zhiyuan didn’t graduate from high school?
Everyone asked curiously, "What are you looking for, Brother Song?"
"nothing."
As Song Cai searched, she said, "A friend I knew asked me to help him take a look."
Song Cai thought to herself.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I caught a glimpse of the names below the top of the list out of the corner of my eye.
At the seventh place on the list, a name caught our eye.
I think so.
Zhao Zhiyuan was already in charge of the Political System Institute and concurrently served as the Director of the Imperial City Office. He had great power in the court and the country, so there was no need for him to take the imperial examination again.
I think I joined in for fun out of boredom at that time, so there was no need to appear on the list.
Zhao Jun!
Solution test number seven?
I went to the hospital for a check-up this morning. My throat has been a little sore and my waist has been a lot sore lately. The update is late, but there will be another chapter later.
Another recommended book: "Three Kingdoms: Guan's Rebellious Son, Dragon Protects Jingxiang": In order to change Guan Yu's tragedy caused by his arrogant character, the protagonist transforms himself into a rebellious son and works hard to change Guan Yu's character. At the same time, he uses his own foresight to try to change the disadvantages of Liu Bei's group.
(End of this chapter)
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