Transmigrated as a Spendthrift, I Shake the Imperial Exams to Their Core!

Zhou Sheng sits on a pile of straw, points angrily at the heavens, and curses:

“Being turned into a wastrel is bad enough, but you could at least have given me a wife!

No wife would be one thing, but you had to give me two kids?

Raising kids would be one thing, but now I have to change the whole world?

Why not just send me up to the heavens?!”

After cursing for a while, he feels better, dusts himself off, gets up, and goes to work!