Chapter 567: No Imperial City Left

"Shopkeeper Jiang, where did you buy this hairpin? It's really beautiful. I'll buy one someday." The customer asked with envy.

"I didn't buy it. This hairpin was given to me by someone else. I think I bought it in Yanyun Province. You can go and have a look."

Jiang Wangyou's cheeks turned a little red.

It became the same color as the tips of the ears.

"Yanyun Province? Oh my goodness, it's too far away. Forget it. Come, pick out two pairs of shoes for me. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the shoes on my feet are a bit thick. I took out last year's shoes, and the colors are not bright anymore..."

When the woman heard that the hairpin had to be bought from such a far place, she immediately lost interest.

On the other hand, Kong Mingxue returned home, took out a hairpin from the jewelry box and gave it to his mother, then went to Dong's house.

This time Meng Bujiu can only stay until August, and he has to set off at the latest in mid-August.

The first class and the second class are different. One will be sent to serve as an official in a remote place, and the other will enter the Hanlin Academy.

"Brother Bujiu, you are going to the imperial city, are you never coming back?" In the Dong family courtyard, Jiang Fubao suddenly felt sad when he heard that Meng Bujiu was leaving next month.

The fastest means of transportation in ancient times was the horse-drawn carriage.

We are so far away, it is so difficult to meet each other.

Maybe I will never see it again in my lifetime.

"I'll be back next year." Meng Bujiu's eyes darkened.

His whole family is here, he won't stay in the imperial city.

He didn't expect to win the third place this time.

He originally wanted to maintain his rank, and after the palace examination, he asked his grandfather's friends to help him postpone the date of taking office, and then directly transferred to Qixi County as the magistrate, just like his father, and served for three consecutive terms.

However, the third place winner will enter the Hanlin Academy and will not be sent out to serve as an official.

unless......

"Why are you back, Bujiu? You can't get out of the Hanlin Academy in a short time." Kong Mingxue asked puzzled after hearing Meng Bujiu's words.

"What if we offend a high-ranking official?" Meng Bujiu smiled evilly.

He has been targeted since the results were announced.

The man was the Minister of Revenue and had a daughter of marriageable age in his family. If the top scholar was not already over thirty years old and the runner-up was not of such an ordinary appearance, he would not have been favored.

When he was brought to the home of the Minister of Revenue, he rejected the marriage proposal on the spot.

According to the information he had heard, the Minister of Revenue was a vindictive person and would not allow him to stay in the Hanlin Academy.

I believe that by next year at the latest, this person will try every possible way to send him to a post as an official in a remote area and drive him out of the imperial city.

He then turned to his grandfather's good friend for help.

It was really easy to be transferred to the post of magistrate of Qixi County.

"You, you are so brave! If your parents and your grandfather knew about this, you would be beaten."

Even though he has been a playboy for many years and has learned the teachings of Kong Ming, he would not dare to do this.

Isn't this self-destructive?

Being an official in the imperial city and being an official outside the imperial city are completely different.

To put it bluntly, if you are unlucky, you may end up being a county magistrate for the rest of your life with no chance of promotion.

But it’s different in the imperial city. With Meng Bujiu’s talent and knowledge, he can climb up even if he fails.

"Do you know why I suddenly became interested in studying? From the beginning, I didn't want to take the imperial examination. My parents and grandfather wouldn't blame me even if they knew. No, you could say they had already guessed it."

Meng Bujiu looked at his family members sitting in the main room and said with an unclear look in his eyes.

"Brother Bujiu, did you offend anyone? Will he take revenge on you?" Jiang Fubao only half understood what he said. She frowned and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, Fubao, don't worry. If nothing unexpected happens, my brother will be back next year. As for you, how is the clinic going? Is anyone bullying you?"

Meng Bujiu didn't explain much. He didn't dare to be close to Fubao outside. Even if they were biological siblings, they had to keep a distance, let alone biological siblings.

But at home, he has nothing to fear.

He just stretched out his hand and rubbed Jiang Fubao's head gently.

The hair was as smooth as satin, and he couldn't bear to take his hands away after touching it.

"Who dares to bully me? I'm a little miracle doctor. People come to me for treatment. But the clinic has been getting busier recently. I have a few apprentices. They can help me. Brother Bu Jue, I plan to take in some female apprentices. Do you think it's feasible?"

Jiang Fubao held his chin with both hands and asked him with his head tilted.

"Of course it's possible, Fubao, just do what you want to do, and don't worry about anything else, you have your brother." Meng Bujiu slightly opened his thin lips, chuckled, and spoke slowly.

His voice was like spring water flowing in a valley, flowing past his ears and instantly calming Jiang Fubao's restless heart.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Fubao's chin left her palm and she nodded heavily.

"Fubao, here, this is the swing I gave you, see if you like it."

When he was about to leave, Kong Mingxue remembered that he had forgotten to give the gift to Jiang Fubao.

He took out a pink-gold lotus brocade from his sleeve.

He originally wanted to help Jiang Fubao put it in his hair, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up the idea and just put the swing in Jiang Fubao's hand.

"It's really beautiful, thank you Brother Mingxue." Jiang Fubao smiled sweetly.

"I also brought a gift for Fubao. When you go back, I'll have someone deliver it to your home." Meng Bujiu interrupted, glanced at Kong Mingxue, and said.

"What is it?" Jiang Fubao looked up and asked curiously.

By the way, how come Brother Bujiu is so tall?

Her neck is so tired.

"Some medicinal herbs." Meng Bujiu didn't say much. As for the gift, he naturally had to open it himself and see what was inside to feel surprised.

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Jiang Fubao waved his hands, turned and left.

Back home.

She originally thought that the herbs sent by her brother Bujiu were just a small box, such as precious herbs like ginseng and ganoderma lucidum.

Who knew the box was so big, it was almost up to her waist.

I don’t know how Brother Bujiu brought it back.

Are you tired?

A half-person-high box was placed in Jiang Fubao's room.

She opened it slowly.

But he was stunned the next second.

The medicinal herbs here are far more than just one or two kinds. A rough count shows that there are at least more than twenty kinds. They are the scarcest and hardest to find in the world.

Yes, the Imperial City. Where else can you find more medicinal herbs than in the Imperial City?

Brother Bujiu must have visited all the pharmacies.

Jiang Fubao was so moved that he almost cried.

She personally received these medicinal herbs and took them to the pharmacy downstairs and kept them as treasures.

A night passed, and early the next morning, she returned to Jiangjia Village with a large batch of seeds bought by Kong Mingxue.

The wasteland has been almost completely reclaimed.

Only some land with more rocks is still barren.

At the end of the Chen hour, the villagers gathered at the foot of the mountain. Jiang Fubao stood on a high place with baskets of medicinal seeds at her feet.

"Don't crowd. We have them all."

Looking at the crowded villagers, Jiang Fubao shouted loudly.

"Fubao, my family has reclaimed five acres of wasteland. You have to give me five acres of medicinal plants."