Qin Ye traveled through time and became a poor man from the Great Yong Dynasty.
The beginning is the imperial examination room.
He can't even write eight-legged essay and is about to give up on the exam——
The examiner raised the tin trumpet: "Quiet! First subject, test!"
Qin Ye:? ? ?
Graphic reasoning, data analysis, chicken and duck in the same cage...
The whole room of candidates felt like they were mourning for their heirs, and Qin Ye smiled.
Test? He studied for three years and could choose tens of thousands of questions with his eyes closed.
Argument? I know the big composition template by heart more than I know my birthday.
From then on, there was a weirdo in Dayong officialdom:
While others wrote parallel poems and Liliu, he wrote official documents in vernacular; while others spelled out poems and rhymes, he wrote data and charts.
Born into a poor family, he went all the way to the Golden Palace to face the emperor, and defeated the prince of a wealthy family.
Until one day, he found out a secret from three hundred years ago——
This set of tests was set by a "colleague" four hundred years ago.
That man also wanted to create a prosperous age, but failed. He was framed by the noble family and died in an unknown manner.
Finally, he left a sentence that had been waiting for him for three hundred years:
"I am not the first, and you are not the last."
Qin Ye closed the yellowed old book.
OK.
I'll walk the road you haven't finished for you.
The prosperous age you have not built, I will build it for you.
This time, it's not about a wise king or a wise prime minister—it's about the system.
