That year, Su Muyan walked into Gongyuan.
She is just one of millions of candidates. Coming from a small county town, I carried my father's old pen with a polished barrel on my back, step by step from being a child to the palace examination.
Later, she won the first prize, and people said, "It is not easy for a woman from a poor family to reach this point."
Later, she appeared in six movies, and people said, "How long can she last?"
Later, she proposed land equalization policies, school establishment orders, and tax reduction laws-each of which affected the interests of the wealthy families, and each of which allowed the common people to live one more day.
There are more and more people who are against her, and more and more people are following her.
She never defended herself, but simply wrote down strategies that would benefit the country and the people in books and distributed them to her colleagues:
"If you think it's feasible, you can use it. You don't need to write me in your signature."
Ten years later, in the Jinluan Palace.
All the officials lined up and held their hands together:
"Prime Minister."
She lowered her head and looked at the stack of old papers filled with comments on her case - many years ago, the little girl in the county who swore by an oil lamp could finally say to herself at this moment:
"Not only did you win, you made more people win."
