"Aunt Wu."

When he saw Wu, Ye Nan immediately bowed.

“Fatty?”

Seeing Ye Nan, Wu was a little surprised and walked forward with some joy.

"The test of Jie has just ended, why did you come to Bianliang? I heard from the officials that you got Jie Yuan from Jiangnan West Road? You are truly the number one prodigy in the Song Dynasty!"

A few years ago, Wang Anshi's mother passed away, and Fang Zhongyong took Ye Nan to attend the funeral.

Later, Wang Anshi's family lived in Linchuan to mourn. Ye Nan had been there several times, and thus met Wu and Wang Rong.

But why do you still call me Feifei?

Ye Nan's face rarely showed a hint of embarrassment, and he could not see the tyranny of slaying the demon saint in the morning.

"Aunt, the master has already obtained my words, it's Zichu."

Wu covered his mouth and chuckled.

The little guy is embarrassed.

She chatted with Ye Nan about family matters and asked Fang Zhongyong about his recent situation.

Ye Nan told that Fang Zhongyong might be coming to Bianliang in the next few days, and she seemed very happy.

"It's better, Zichu, you have a solution!"

Fang Zhongyong was young and vigorous when he was young. He fought with people for poetry, but he was defeated by a single move and his courage was broken. Since then, he has lived in Fangjia Village, and at most he has been to Linchuan several times occasionally.

But Wang Anshi is now a great scholar, and he can always help him make up for it if he wants to think of a way.

On the one hand, Fang Zhongyong was not willing to ask Wang Anshi for help. After all, it is not a minor injury to break his courage, and even a great scholar would have to pay a certain price.

On the other hand, the official seems to be interested in referring to Wang Anshi as the prime minister, so he has been very busy recently.

However, Ye Nan also considered Fang Zhongyong's literary courage.

Soon, Wang Anshi, who went to court, came back.

He seemed very happy to see Ye Nan, and he was much happier than seeing Wang Rong, who was making him feel more and more trouble now.

"Zi Chu, you did a very good job!"

Although it only happened a few hours ago, the official family already knew about it and it was specially placed at the Grand Court meeting for discussion.

Discuss how to reward Ye Nan who got rid of a clone.

"Zhangkou and the two countries are in charge of the country, and slay the demon saint! This matter will definitely be included in the history books by the historians and will be circulated forever!"

"Demon Saint?"

But when he heard this word, Wu and Wang Rong were extremely shocked.

Ye Nan, who was still chatting with them in the afternoon, actually killed the demon saint in the morning?

Especially Wang Rong, he was stunned.

Not long ago, Ye Nan published a poem about governing the country, but now there are two more poems.

Moreover, if a juren uses the poem to maintain the country, even if he is the ancestor of this poem (the original author), he can kill the demon saint?

Thinking about Ye Nan’s age, and then his age. Wang Rong felt that his six-keyed heart, which has been praised since childhood, seemed useless!

After hearing Wang Anshi's praise, Ye Nan waved his hand quickly.

"Uncle Wang praised it. This time, he was able to kill the demon saint clone because of the help of the four saints of military strategists, Confucianism, Legalism, and farmer families. I dare not take credit for it."

Wang Anshi wanted to say something else, but was forced into Wu.

She took Ye Nan's hand and looked up and down with concern.

"Zi Chu, are you okay?"

Ye Nan shook his head with a smile.

"I ask the blessings of several saints. No one was injured in this assassination of the demon saint."

In this way, Wu's face was slightly calmer when he was frightened, and he patted Ye Nan's forehead in anger.

"Zi Chu, why didn't you just talk about such a big thing? Tell me well with my aunt, what's going on?"

Ye Nan had no choice but to start from Qiushui Banquet until he killed the Demon Saint.

Although Ye Nan said it very calmly, it was dangerous and it was stunning to think about it.

After listening to it, Wang Rong felt even more uncomfortable - this is a few years younger than him, and some of his "brothers" who were despised by him before, and he can even play the poems of the country and kill the demon saints, but he is still a mere juren? At most, he has written a poem about Mingzhou?

He thought of his writings over the years, "Interpretation of the Analects of Confucius", "Notes on Mencius", "New Book of Sutras", "The Meaning of the Poems of the New Book", "Wang Yuanze Erya", "Biography of Laozi Xun", "New Book of the South China True Sutras", and "Interpretation of the Meaning of the Buddhist Book".

What's the use of writing these books no matter how well they are? Just like what my father said. Notes on books are just a side door, and writing books is the right way!

Wang Anshi did not notice that his son's thoughts had undergone earth-shaking changes because of Ye Nan's incident.

"You can kill the demon saint clone. Zichu, your literary courage must have reached an extremely high level."

When Wang Anshi sighed, Ye Nan took out a book from the Wen Palace and tore down a page.

Wang Anshi and Wang Rong straightened their eyes on the spot.

"Wengong?"

Now, Wang Anshi was really shocked, even more shocked than learning that Ye Nan had killed the demon saint clone in the morning.

"Zi Chu, are you a former Jinshi of the Holy One?!"

Ye Nan nodded slightly.

"It was this year that I broke through the former Jinshi and was sure to enter the imperial examination. Even if I could not win four consecutive years, I would not be bad at the Jinshi."

The top three in each imperial examination are the top scorer, the second scorer, and Tanhua, who are called Jinshi and the first scorer.

Click.

At this moment, Wang Rong felt something broken in his heart.

He glanced at Ye Nan, without saying a word, and walked towards his room in a daze.

"Ah Yun!"

Wu was a little worried, but Wang Anshi shook his head and said.

"Don't worry about him."

Then, he suddenly realized.

"No wonder the saints wanted to inject your literary energy into your body in advance, and they were secretly following you later. A fifteen-year-old former jinshi, who was not the demon saint clone, but the hook ended in person!"

Thinking of this, even with Wang Anshi's heart, he was a little sour.

Fang Zhongyong is so lucky that he actually got such a good apprentice!

Ye Nan handed the page to Wang Anshi and said.

"Uncle, these are some of my methods of how to raise piglets, keep them fat and strong, but easy to manage. I hope that I can provide technology, my uncle can provide funds to open a large piglet farm."

" Raise pigs?"

Not to mention Wang Anshi, Wu was also stunned.

Feifei was beaten to death by that demon saint, right? He was studying hard, but why did he suddenly think of raising pigs?

Wang Anshi shook his head and said speechlessly.

"It's just a mess! I know it's not easy to live in Bianliang. If you are short of money at the beginning of your life, your uncle will have to borrow tens of thousands of taels of silver, and you will pay it back in the future."

If you don’t have IOU or time to borrow, isn’t it just giving away money?

However, this world is different from the original Song Dynasty. The calligraphy treasures of the Great Confucian scholars have magical effects and can be sold for thousands or tens of thousands of taels of silver at will. Wang Anshi is not short of money at all.

But Ye Nan shook his head and smiled.

"Uncle, the money you can earn is only one aspect. Even if you open the dolphin farm all over the Song Dynasty, it will only be one million taels of silver a year, and it is not as good as a better Wenbao."

"But if the Tangchang is prosperous, the people of the Song Dynasty can eat cheap meat. The more people eat meat, the more people will practice martial arts. In this way, can the 800,000 imperial guards of the Song Dynasty be reduced? Can the annual military expenditure be reduced?"

Suddenly, Wang Anshi's expression changed and he frowned slightly.

He looked at Ye Nan carefully and realized that he was already a mature adult, and he was also a former Jinshi of the Saint. He had already had his own views on the court and current affairs.

"You follow me."
Chapter completed!