"It's a household registration issue."

Mr. Song paced back and forth and thought, "This matter is a bit difficult. The chief of Zhazosi is my uncle. He has never liked to study. In recent years, even the county examination has been invalidated. Even if you have a household registration and are familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, you have no place to go to the candidates."

Is this still the case?

It's so damn tricked. Zazo Tusi dared to cancel the county examination without authorization.

Master Chen sighed to the sky: "What can I do if I do it!"

"Brother Chen, don't worry," Song Ji thought about it carefully again, and soon came up with a solution and said, "My father's name is Jian, and he is the chief of Guizhu Department. Maybe all the children in the village can be registered with Guizhu Department. In this way, they can take the county exam and take the exam in Guizhou City."

Master Chen said: "It's so troublesome, it's so embarrassing for Brother Song."

Song Ji smiled and said, "No trouble. There is no need to disturb my father. Just call the official and give me some advice. This matter will come naturally."

Chen Fufeng could only sigh secretly that Guizhou is indeed the chieftain world.

If you put it in other places, it is not a trivial matter. If you involve the imperial examination, it will be even more difficult. You have to spend enough money and clear everything from top to bottom.

It is also easy to be reported by students of the same family, and if you are not careful, you will cause scandals.

Generally speaking, local officials are unwilling to accept such hot potatoes. There are many ways to make money, so why should they choose the most dangerous method?

But in Guizhou, you can do it by saying hello without any scruples.

Historically, this situation will slowly change in decades.

During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, he approved the establishment of a provincial examination room in Guizhou and increased the number of juren in Guizhou.

Okay, there is no need to go to Yunnan for the exam, and there are many juren and the local competition is not fierce, so Guizhou suddenly becomes an imperial examination paradise. Countless students from other provinces have sent money to Guizhou and used all kinds of methods to take the exam. Most of the provincial examination halls are illegal immigrants.

It was really outrageous, and even alarmed Emperor Jiajing, he issued an imperial edict to severely denounce the phenomenon of falsehood. However, it was still repeatedly banned. Many Guizhou Juren could not even speak a single Guizhou dialect.

Song Ji was very happy at this moment. Being able to help natives participate in the imperial examinations is equivalent to taking the first step in promoting education.

His sucker was even more anxious than the person involved, and said happily: "It's better to finalize the list today and I will urge you to handle it tomorrow. From a minimum of one day to a maximum of three days, the household registration problem will be solved."

Of course, Master Chen was willing to accept it and said to the bookstore owner: "I borrow my pen and ink."

The bookstore owner immediately brought pen, ink, paper and ink, and took the initiative to grind ink for Master Chen.

"Slow down!"

Yuan Gang suddenly stopped him and asked: "It is okay to move your household registration, but where is the tax and labor service?"

In Yuan Gang's opinion, this was a top priority, but for Song Ji, he smiled and said, "It's just that I'll settle the property, and I don't involve anything else, and no one will ask you to wait for taxes."

"That's OK." Yuan Gang finally felt at ease.

Although for Chuanqingzhai, all the surname Song is enemies and a mortal blood hatred. Song Ji is a great man. Even Yuan Gang couldn't hate him, and even involuntarily thought: If this young master Song was appointed as Xuanwei envoy, his life would be much better in the future.

The bookstore owner quickly polished the ink and smiled and said, "My friend Shen, please write it!"

Master Chen said to Wang Yuan: "By the way, you have compiled your family tree of the three generations, and you will use it during the imperial examination. You say, I will write it."

Wang Yuan said: "Tongsheng Wang Yuan. His father Wang Quan, his mother Jiang Ni, and his grandfather Wang En. He has been farming for generations and has been good people. His ancestors have been for three generations and have not committed any offense."

Yuan Gang also wrote down the same thing and reported the information of Carpenter Liu and others.

They are all great people!

"Great kindness is a good people." Master Chen smiled strangely.

Young Master Song had a unique focus. He carefully read Chen Fuchang and finished writing the information, and suddenly applauded and said, "Good words!"

Master Chen threw away the brush in a very casual manner and stood with his hands behind his back: "I'm so ugly."

Song Ji did not regard the money as money at all, but regarded the words written by Chen Fufeng as treasures. He carefully picked them up, gently blew the ink marks, and collected them in person, saying, "Let me take them home and appreciate them slowly."

How to talk about Chen Fufeng's calligraphy? It's not easy to say.

At the beginning, he practiced for the imperial examinations, and after becoming a master, he practiced for the sake of his kindness.

The benefactor, from the magistrate to the prefect, had many documents and private letters every year, most of which were written by Shen Fucong. Due to his identity, he had to use the Taige style, which was inevitable that he would be the same, so he tried his best to pursue changes.

Over the past decade, Chen Fufeng has been copying Wu Kuan's calligraphy frantically, almost reaching the point of being fake and real, but he just lacks a little bit of charm.

Song Ji had never seen Wu Kuan's handwriting at all. At this moment, he was shocked by Shen Fuchang. He was both graceful and dignified in the style of Taige, and also looked solemn and thick, with a faint sense of stubbornness in the simplicity.

Can Taige style still be written like this?

There is no way. Although Song Ji is the chieftain, the word "在" means everything.

Too little knowledge.

Song Ji once again improved his evaluation of Chen Fucong and said respectfully: "Brother Chen is full of knowledge and even his calligraphy is so wonderful. Can you surrender to the nobles and serve as a teacher in the Song clan school?"

Um?

Wang Yuan, Wang Meng, Yuan Gang, Yuan Zhi suddenly glared and held the knife in one go.

Chen Fufeng suddenly felt excited and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Song has been grateful for his kindness. But Chuanqingzhai has saved me, and I have promised to teach the children in the village. How can a gentleman be without trust?

"Brother Chen is a real gentleman!"

Song Ji was convinced by Master Chen's character and said, "This matter is easy to deal with. Let the students from the village come to the Song clan to study, and I will bear the cost."

Chen Fucon turned his head and asked Wang Yuan: "How?"

Wang Yuan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then let's just say that," Song Ji was full of joy, looking at the sky outside, and said, "It's too late, and you probably haven't eaten yet. Why don't we find a restaurant and chat while eating. I want to ask Brother Chen for calligraphy skills."

Hearing the word "Shen" in the restaurant, Master Chen seemed to smell the fragrance of the wine and secretly swallowed his saliva: "But it depends on Brother Song's arrangement."

The restaurant is near the governor's office, and the governor of Guizhou often comes here for banquets.

As for how much salary the governor can withstand every day, there is no need to explore it in depth. Although the chieftains ignore the laws of the court, they should still be filial to those who should be filial, and only ask these Han officials not to speak randomly.

The wine and food were served, quite rich.

A few people wearing green clothes swallowed voraciously, and ate them like wind and clouds, just like starving ghosts who had never eaten enough for eight lifetimes.

Master Chen is much more graceful. Although he is very greedy, he is handsome and calm and generous. He slowly drank wine with Mr. Song, and even played with Feihua Ling to accompany him while he was having fun.

After drinking for three rounds, Song Ji was already drunk and sighed with drunkenness: "I can see Brother Chen, and I can see the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I wish I could visit the south of the Yangtze River in person."

Chen Fufeng also drank a lot of vegetables and laughed: "This matter is easy. In a few years, you and I will travel together in Jiangnan. I will treat you to shark fins!"

"What is shark fin?" Song Ji said hurriedly.

Master Chen said: "The fin of the shark is."

Song Ji had a great yearning: "Brother Chen admired it so much, the shark fin must be extremely delicious."

After the banquet passed, Song Ji personally took them to the hotel. Not only did he take the initiative to pay for the house, but he also arranged all the breakfast the next day.

Even their two donkeys were invited to the shed behind the store and enjoyed the bean cakes happily.
Chapter completed!