Shen Yuxiu dragged his broken leg back to Langya, leaving only four leaky earthen walls in the Shen family's old house. The graves of his parents were covered with grass, and his younger brother was so hungry that he was skin and bones. Every time he took a breath, the curse mark on his chest opened with a bloody seam. In the third year of Beirong, he carried corpses and chewed tree bark, thinking that the worst could be like this. Until Wang Anshi said in his mind: "In this world, Feng Shui is fake, but cannibalism is real." He was promoted to the imperial examination, openly tested the classics and meaning, and secretly tested Kanyu. Diagnosing acupuncture points, looking for dragons, dividing gold to determine acupoints - these are the skills that children from aristocratic families have practiced since they were young, and those from a humble family can't even touch the cover of a book. Shen Yuxiu wanted to take the exam, and he still wanted to be ranked first. Borrowing dragon veins? He borrowed it. Withstand the backlash? He carries it. The improved waterwheel caused springs to spring up in the dry land, breaking the price of grain that the family had hoarded; in the rural examination examination room, the examination questions were exposed and secrets were leaked, forcing the examiner to vomit blood in public. But for every person who helps, the curse becomes deeper. When the prime minister of the dynasty handed over the solicitation letter, Beirong Xizuo was eyeing his head, and the old accounts of the Wang family's ancestors were crawling out of the ground.
