"Actually, I've taken a fancy to that land for a long time!"

On the way back to the city, Li Daqi couldn't help but feel the joy in his heart and whispered to his son: "When we were doing grain business, we found that there was an empty piece of land here. At that time, the old owner wanted to rent it, but the rice shop refused to sublease it, which made us regret it for a long time."

"So that piece of land was rented from the rice shop?" Li Yanqing said with a smile.

"There has always been a warehouse for rice shops. I heard that the owner of rice shop also bought a piece of land on the west side, so after the lease expired in October last year, the storekeeper of rice shop also came to ask me if I would like to renew the lease. As a result, Li Gouer found out that the landlord wanted to buy the land, so I resisted not renting it, and I really got it."

"Where is the rice shop?" Li Yanqing asked again: "If we take the land, it will be inconvenient for it to transport goods. Do he also plan to turn it off?"

"They have this plan. I will discuss with the owner of the rice shop again. They can sublease the rice shop to me, so that we can open another Baoyanzhai outside the city."

"inappropriate!"

Li Yanqing shook his head, "The surrounding stores are too low, and it will lower the brand of Baoyanzhai. I think it is better to open Li Ji Rouge."

"Let me think about this again." Li Daqi obviously didn't want to pull Baoyanzhai's headquarters together with Li Ji Yanzhi Shop.

Li Yanqing no longer advised his father. He was just talking about the war on paper. After so many years of training, his father was no longer Wu Xia Ameng, and he was more pragmatic in his business. Besides, he also had the right-hand man Wu, so he didn't need to worry about these trivial matters.

As soon as the father and son entered the city gate, they saw Yang Xin riding a donkey in the distance and rushing towards him. Li Yanqing had excellent eyesight and saw Yang Xin sweating from afar. However, Yang Xin did not see them and was still urging the donkey to run away quickly.

"Why is Uncle Yang Er coming?"

Li Yanqing pointed to Yang Xin, and Li Daqi also saw his brother-in-law. He felt a move in his heart and hurriedly met him, "Erlang, what's wrong?"

Yang Xin finally saw Li Daqi and his son, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother-in-law is back soon, my sister is going to give birth!"

Li Daqi called out 'Ah!' and said to his son anxiously: "Yanqing, I'm going back first!"

"Dad, go quickly! I'll come later."

Li Daqi ran when he beat a horse and turned around and ran towards Baokang Gate.

Looking at his father's back as he passed away, Li Yanqing could fully understand his father's mood at this time. His father's misfortune has become increasingly farther and farther away from the past. The birth of a new life means that his father will also be completely reborn.

Li Yanqing rushed to the mansion on Freezer Street and saw that there were only his father and Yang Xin in the yard. Yang Xin stretched his neck and waited for the news, while his father was walking back and forth anxiously with his hands behind his back.

Li Yanqing handed the horse to the servant, and he walked up and asked in a low voice: "Has he born?"

Yang Xin shook his head gently, "Not yet, both midwives are busy."

He whispered to Li Yanqing with his ears in his ears: "I just found out that I was only eight months old and had a little premature birth!"

Li Yanqing was also a little nervous. Although it was not a big problem for a month to give birth, it was the Song Dynasty. There was no fertility room and oxygen inhalation. It was generally difficult for premature babies to survive.

At this moment, a faint cry suddenly came from inside, and cheers came from inside, and Li Daqi's heart fell.

"Send hot water quickly!" a midwife ran out and shouted.

The hot water was ready, and the two servants carried two large buckets of hot water in. At this time, Li Daqi asked anxiously: "How is the person?"

The midwife wiped the sweat beads on her forehead and smiled: "Fortunately, the mother and daughter are safe!"

"Ah! It's a little girl."

"He is a little lady, she looks like a master, and she looks very pretty."

Li Daqi was so excited that tears burst out. He actually had another daughter. He was anxious and wanted to rush in to see his daughter immediately.

Soon, a midwife came out with a swaddle in her arms carefully. Li Daqi hurried up, "It's windy here, hurry up and go into the house!"

The midwife carried the child into the next room. Li Yanqing hesitated for a moment and walked in.

I saw my father holding the cradle, smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

"Dad, give me a hug too!"

"Be careful, hold your head!"

Li Yanqing carefully hugged the cradle, and a pink baby appeared in front of him, with a slender nose and a well-behaved little mouth. Before he opened his eyes, he put his little hands in his mouth and sucked hard.

This is his sister. A string deep in Li Yanqing's heart was quietly plucked, and an indescribable emotion suddenly poured into his chest.

The gate of the tribute school was still closed, and the imperial examination was over for five days, and the progress of the papers was gradually entering the most tense moment. In the paper review institute, wooden boxes were piled up like mountains in two large rooms, and each wooden box was a complete paper, with 80,000 wooden boxes stacking test papers.

In addition to fifty-seven examiners, chief examiners and two deputy examiners, there are ten second-level examiners and forty-four junior examiners.

The forty-four reviewers were divided into twenty-two groups, each group of two people, and cross-examination of the papers must have two people's signatures for each paper.

The rules are exactly the same as the answers. If the two examiners have different opinions, they must be handed over to the examiners at the next level to decide whether to adopt them. If the examiners at the second level still have different opinions, they must submit them to the deputy examiner's decision. However, this situation rarely happens. All examiners come from the Imperial Academy and the four major academies. They are all well-educated. They have enough talent and qualifications. As long as they are not biased, they can basically achieve fair judgments.

Most of the 80,000 test papers will be eliminated by the junior examiners. The conditions are very harsh. First, the first round of the primary election is to conduct the first round of primary elections. If the questions are not completed, the paper is corrected, and the calligraphy is poor, they will be sentenced to death without hesitation. Half of the candidates will be eliminated in the first round of primary elections.

This is the iron rule of the imperial examination. The candidates are a bit talented because they are a little careless during the exam. If they write a wrong word, they will be unable to help but apply ink and then write the correct word on it. This is a normal modification, but in the eyes of the examiner, this is a suspicion of leaving marks.

Experienced candidates do not make mistakes when they find that they write wrong, but make mistakes. In this way, there will be no stain on the paper, and at least the first round will not be eliminated. Although according to the marking standards, typos in the paper belong to the second paper and will also be eliminated.

However, many candidates still have a lucky mentality. If the examiner does not find out, they may still have a glimmer of hope. But in fact, this vitality is extremely slim. Even if they escape the strict review of the two preliminary examiners, they cannot escape the review of the second-level examiners.

After five days of intense review, the three rounds of preliminary review by the junior examiner have ended. 80,000 test papers were eliminated 90,000 test papers, and the remaining 8,000 test papers were sent to the second-level test papers. According to the process, most of the 8,000 test papers will be eliminated. About 1,200 test papers will be sent to the two deputy examiners. The two of them will select 586 test papers to the examiner, and the examiner will then select the test papers from them. If there is no objection, they will become the last lucky ones and will be admitted to the provincial examination. Even if they fail the palace examination, they will at least be saved from the same Jinshi as the Jinshi.

Of course, if the examiner is not satisfied with some test papers, he will return it and the two deputy examiners will select the best from the second test papers.

The two deputy examiners were Zhang Wenxuan, the Minister of Rites, and Liu Ling, the Grand Secretary. When other examiners were nervously reviewing the papers, they did not sit in the room to drink tea, but inspected the two review halls and dealt with different opinions.

At this time, the deputy examiner Liu Ling saw a group of examiners arguing about something, so he walked up and asked, "Do you have any objections?"

Several examiners quickly stood up, and one of them handed a paper to Liu Ling, "Please check out this paper!"

Liu Ling looked at the head of the scroll and there were three seals on it, indicating that the three rounds of preliminary review had passed and was now in the second trial. He looked at the surface of the scroll and a very beautiful running script jumped into his eyes. His calligraphy was excellent and he had the style of a great master, which made Liu Ling sigh, "Good handwriting!"

"Qi reported to Liu, the candidate not only had first-class calligraphy, but also had no mistakes in scriptures and extremely profound writing. It is the best test paper so far and has been recognized by everyone."

"So what's there to argue?"

"The key is his poem, everyone has different opinions."

Liu Ling read the poem on this test paper:

"Guanshan Yue"

It has been a hundred years since the reign of Rong, and the general is facing the border without fighting.

The rich people sang and danced heavily, and the horses in the stable were fat and had their bows broken.

The scattered fight in the garrison building urged the moon to fall, and the thirty-year-old army now has white hair.

Who knows the heart of a hero in the flute, and the sandy head shines on the bones of a man.

It has been heard in ancient times that there are no descendants of the Hu family.

The remnants endured their death to recover, and there were a few tears tonight!
Chapter completed!