An Jingzhi didn't say anything, but just asked him to help train the soldiers. Han Hao had already learned to read people's expressions when he pretended to be crazy and stupid. He saw the ambition in An Jingzhi's eyes, knelt down silently, and served him as his master.
On weekdays, he trained soldiers for An Jingzhi in this mountain.
The Han family has been generals for generations. When Han Hao was young, he was known as the young general and the most qualified member of the Han family to succeed his grandfather.
With good instincts, he trained An Jingzhi into a team that showed signs of strength in just a few months.
After the heavy snow, the north experienced another rebellion. Many people fled south and were secretly gathered by An Jingzhi.
After a satisfied look around, An Jingzhi patted Han Hao on the shoulder and said, "I'm not disappointed. But just training won't do. We have to take them out and see some blood."
Han Hao's face was expressionless. "Master is right. Soldiers who have never seen blood are not elite soldiers."
"North, take them all the way north. There should be plenty of places to practice there."
Chaos has already begun in the north and will only get worse, making it the perfect time for military training.
As for the weapons and food needed for training, An Jingzhi's coal income alone would be enough.
You don't even have to ask An Zhongyi.
"Yes, Master." Han Hao knelt on one knee.
An Jingzhi helplessly helped him up. "You are General Han's descendant. I've told you many times that you don't need to call me master. What would General Han think if he knew that his grandson was someone else's slave?"
Han Hao tilted his head and said, "My lord."
Well, at least it has a different meaning.
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Soon, the day of the scientific examination arrived.
More and more people came to visit An Zhongyi and asked him for advice on writing.
These people came to visit, saying that they wanted An Zhongyi to help them with their articles, but in fact they wanted to buy a spot.
An Zhongyi made a lot of money because of this.
The 1 million taels of military pay were finally recovered, but most of it had been used up, leaving only 400,000 to 500,000 taels. However, because of this incident, a group of officials headed by Prime Minister Song were once again suppressed by An Zhongyi.
The examiners this time are all An Zhongyi's men. It can be said that whoever An Zhongyi wants to be on the list can be on the list.
Those who made it onto the list thanks to An Zhongyi would automatically be classified as members of An Zhongyi's party once they became officials.
An Jingzhi even caught a glimpse of a familiar face and thought to himself, isn't this the guy he asked Su Jiangtao to beat up before?
Walking into the study, An Jingzhi sat down and said, "Dad, did that person just now also come to you to buy a place?"
An Zhongyi was in a good mood. He collected the banknotes in the box and said happily, "Yes, what else could you come to see Dad for at this time?"
An Jingzhi glanced at An Zhongyi in surprise, "So you agree to help him get on the list?"
An Zhongyi glanced at An Jingzhi and said quietly, "Of course the Nine Thousand Years Old, who has killed countless people, wouldn't cheat in the imperial examination."
An Jingzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He really thought the old man was so tolerant. It turned out that he was still a little narrow-minded.
However, given An Zhongyi's current status, taking the money and not doing the job was already the most merciful revenge he could take on the scholar.
He could have suppressed the other party's performance, but he didn't. He just let the other party compete with his real ability.
Seeing his son laughing like that, An Zhongyi felt a little embarrassed. "Xiaoxiaoxiao, why don't you go back and get ready? Although your father has the ability to give you the title of Juren, you still have to stay in there for a few days. You still have to put on some pretense."
Worried that his son would be reluctant, An Zhongyi added, "You don't have to do anything when you go in. I've already greeted everyone inside. Just treat it as a place to sleep. You can come out after a few days. Food and drink will be prepared for you."
Although An Jingzhi felt it was unnecessary, he still agreed after seeing the other party's expectant eyes.
An Jingzhi knew that An Zhongyi had made arrangements for him, but he didn't expect the arrangements to be so thoughtful.
It was a separate little shed. Others were so crowded that they couldn't even straighten their legs, but his was just like a small single room where they could still stand up and walk around.
Someone specially delivered food and drinks, and you could tell they were made by his chef, because he taught the chefs how to make many of them, and no one else could make them.
He received special treatment in everything. While others were answering questions, he was sleeping. While others were sleeping, he was reading picture books with great interest.
The examiners passing by would glance at him and then walk away pretending not to see him.
An Jingzhi had participated in scientific expeditions in other worlds, but this was the first time he received such special treatment.
It turns out that during the imperial examination, when you don’t have to take the exam, it is so comfortable to watch others writing furiously while you eat leisurely.
I even felt that the food in front of me smelled a lot better.
Coincidentally, the person assigned to stand opposite An Jingzhi's tent was the scholar whose face was bruised and swollen after being beaten by him.
After writing a few words, he would always look up at An Jingzhi, then lower his head in indignation and continue writing.
At first, he did look for the invigilator next to him, but he said that all the examination rooms were assigned randomly. Who could he blame if he didn't get one?
As for what he eats, it is also randomly distributed!
Even a child wouldn't be fooled by such words. Examination rooms of this specification are absolutely unique in the examination field and it's obvious that they were specially built.
It is even more impossible to randomly distribute food because everyone should eat exactly the same thing.
The other party had food and drink, the examiner was polite, the other party was reading miscellaneous books, and the invigilator pretended not to see. These scenes made the scholars around understand that the person here was of extraordinary status.
No matter how angry they were, they were powerless and could only bow their heads and answer.
Many people cursed in their voices as they wrote, "This is truly unprecedented! Writing well is not as good as being reborn into a good family."
An Jingzhi looked at the resentful looks of the scholars around him, rolled his eyes, and continued to lie on the couch, eating the fruit beside him.
He did not intentionally provoke these people. He was even worried that he would be too conspicuous, so he had someone put up a curtain next to him to block him from being seen, so as to prevent him from being psychologically unbalanced and affecting his mentality.
But who told them to look up at him? He couldn't bear it after seeing him, and if he did poorly on the test, he might blame it on him.
After taking the imperial examination, everyone looked listless and pale.
Only An Jingzhi looked energetic and rosy-faced as he was escorted out by the examiner with gifts.
An Zhongyi paid great attention to formalities. Although An Jingzhi had only been there for a few days, he still followed the rules for receiving returning students and made An Jingzhi go through all the procedures.
"Dad, why are you going through so much trouble? It's not like my son is really taking the exam."
An Zhongyi ignored him and completed all the procedures by himself.
After that, he took An Jingzhi to eat. There was a big table filled with dishes, all of which were An Jingzhi's favorites. "No one here treats me badly," An Jingzhi said with a smile.
There are also some touching moments in it that show An Zhongyi's deep love for his son.
"Such a small house, and my son is so tall, it must be uncomfortable to live in it. Come, this is all made by your father who loves to eat."
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