In the winter of the first year of Yuande, the emperor issued an imperial edict to bring Su Shunqing, the number one scholar from a poor family, to the forefront - ordering him to take charge of Chunwei and recruit scholars from a poor family.
Cui Yan, the old chief assistant, twisted the rosary that had been broken for thirty years: "Do you want to overthrow a poor family?"
The general of the frontier army, Duguyue, pressed his sword and sneered: "Does a man with mud legs deserve to be in charge of the talent promotion ceremony?"
Xie Yun, a wealthy man from Jiangnan, secretly sent a message: "As long as Su Shunqing dies, there will be no salt tax in Jiangnan next year!"
Su Shunqing knelt outside Zichen Hall, with snow falling all over her body.
He remembered that he lost his father when he was thirteen and relied on his mother to wash clothes and support him in his studies;
I remembered that I won the national examination at the age of twenty-three, but because I had no money to support myself, I was replaced by a kid from an aristocratic family.
"Su Shunqing."
The young Emperor Chengyuan stood in front of the palace gate:
"After accepting this decree, you will become the mortal enemy of the family, and history books may write you down as a villain."
"If you quit it, I promise you to be an official in Jiangnan and live a stable life."
"Which one do you choose?"
Su Shunqing kowtowed heavily and hit his forehead on the gold brick:
"I am willing to use my body to pave the way for His Majesty! I am willing to use my blood to pave the way for poor families!"
Three bloody roads are laid out:
A fire breaks out in the Chunwei examination room, and poor students answer their papers in the snow
The Zhenxie Division went north to investigate the border troops and uncovered the triple shady story of empty pay, private soldiers, and collaboration with the enemy.
The century-old prisoner of Xingfang Suolongyuan said: "Su Shunqing, do you know that this throne was usurped?"
