During the Great Jing Dynasty, the fate of a poor family was as thin as paper.
As soon as seven-year-old Lu Jingzhou opened his eyes, he saw his uncle smashing the old iron pot he used to cook at home and replacing it with a piece of pine smoke ink for his scumbag cousin.
The second room was used as a cash machine, doing the heaviest farm work and receiving the most severe beatings.
Just this blood-sucking script from the feudal bottom?
Lu Jingzhou casually picked up a broken bamboo stick and made heavy strokes on the yellow mud. A screen of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: [Sand Table Writing: Not Beginner 1/100].
As long as you put in the effort, there will be progress!
Others rely on famous families, apprenticeships, or talent to take the imperial examination?
Sorry, I only rely on my emotionless liver!
No money to buy straw paper?
Broken tiles dipped in muddy water will produce "photographic memory" every time; the powerful and powerful press for quotas?
Writing on the slate in the rain, the hard-hearted person came out with [Grandmaster Eight-gut] to crush the audience.
On the day of the separation, Lu Jingzhou took out the "Dajing Rules" and forced Dafang, who was full of benevolence, justice and morality, to leave the house.
Many years later, the aristocratic families in the capital collapsed collectively as they watched the young chief minister who was so involved in the imperial examination and the court.
Lu Jingzhou rubbed his sore wrist and sighed helplessly: "What's the point of being the first assistant? I just want to... Reach perfection with this proficiency."
