But his body is only eight years old, and it would be difficult for him to turn over quickly in a short period of time.
In ancient times, the most effective way to get rid of poverty and become rich and improve social status was definitely to take the imperial examination and pursue a career in officialdom.
but……
Thinking of his father and uncle who were about to take part in the imperial examination again, Cui Xian was filled with despair.
As for the reason——
Day passes and night comes.
Aunt Lin finished weaving hemp and cooked a meal that was just as unpalatable as the one she had in the morning.
The family finished their meal in a hurry.
Old Mrs. Cui is old, so she goes back to her room to rest early.
Oil lamps were lit one after another in the rooms of the brothers Cui Boshan and Cui Zhongyuan.
The two sisters-in-law, Ms. Lin and Ms. Chen, went back to their rooms and, following their mother-in-law's orders, supervised their husbands in their studies.
Lin was holding an awl next to Cui Boshan.
Chen tied Cui Zhongyuan's hair to a hemp rope hanging from the beam.
"At dawn on the Jiazi day, the king arrived at Muye, a suburb of Shang, and swore an oath. The king held a yellow axe in his left hand and a white flag in his right hand, saying... saying..."
Cui Zhongyuan, who was reading by lamplight at night, felt more and more sleepy as he read. He yawned continuously and unconsciously wanted to lie down on the desk.
Suddenly, the rope hanging from the beam tightened suddenly, pulling the hair upwards fiercely.
The pain made him lose all his sleepiness and he cried out, "Oh... Oh my God! It hurts so much! I won't... I won't do it anymore! My hair, my hair is going to fall out!"
In the other bedroom.
"On the 15th day of the second month, on the sixth day of the lunar calendar, the king set out on foot from Zhou to Feng. The Grand Protector was the patron saint of the Duke of Zhou before him, and it would be the third month of the lunar calendar. But... but... I clearly memorized it by heart during the day, but how come I forgot it at night!"
Uncle Cui Boshan collapsed and said, "What on earth is this? Madam, stab me! Stab me now!"
Lin shivered and stabbed his thigh with a needle.
The uncle's face was twisted with pain, but he said excitedly: "I remember now, it was Wei Bingwu!"
Lin said in a trembling voice: "But... No, it's bleeding."
When the uncle heard this, he lowered his head, rolled his eyes, and fainted!
Then came the exclamations of my aunt, Cui Yu, and Cui Xuan.
Cui Xian lay on the bed with his eyes closed and a look of despair on his face.
What sounded in my mind was a very brainwashing magical music from my previous life:
I dare not open my eyes, I hope it is just my hallucination!
I’m afraid there’s no hope for my uncle and father.
He still has to bear the heavy burden of building his family through the imperial examination.
Master bedroom.
Listening to the weak voices of her two sons reading in the inner room, Old Mrs. Cui lay on the bed, her cloudy and old eyes full of sadness.
Twenty years.
The ferocious and hoarse voice of her husband before his death still echoed in her ears:
"Even if I have to spend all my wealth, I will make Boshan and Zhongyuan famous. Otherwise, I will die with regret!"
Oh God, please open your eyes.
Let’s let some smoke come out of our Cui family’s ancestral tomb and give birth to a Wenquxing!
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