You Are a Young Bandit Master, How Can You Be the Top Scholar?

Lu Chen felt that he must have offended some god in his previous life. He traveled to this world three years ago, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a bandit's den. His biological father was the head of Qingfeng Village, and his grandfather was the leader of the Lotus Sect who almost overthrew the late emperor. The system was activated in time. It gave him two god-level passives at the beginning - photographic memory and quick thinking - and then told him that the main task was "entering the court and serving as an official". If he didn't activate other main functions, he would not be able to talk about it. Lu Chen has been studying the system for three years. He has tried to join the army, tried to do business, and tried to run the village into the largest force within a radius of 300 miles. The system has not even let go. This piece of shit is like a pedantic old scholar who has determined that "everything is inferior, only being an official is high." OK. Since there was only one way to become an official in the court, he had no choice but to take the imperial examination. He forged household registrations, arranged for villagers to memorize familiar lines, and temporarily trained bandits from the Eighteen Villages in Liangshan into "simple villagers." He had prepared the entire process for three years and thought it was perfect. Then he won three prizes in a row and won the top prize in six titles. "Young Master, you can't do this!" In the Juyi Hall, Liangshan military advisor Wu Yong was so anxious that his beard was shaking. "Although the Holy Spirit is enlightened today, he is not enlightened enough to let a young master of a bandit village become the number one scholar!" "Your father robbed the imperial court of tax money, and the wanted order is still hanging on the gate of Qingzhou City! Your grandfather had 80,000 followers in the past, and he went to three prefectures and sixteen counties. The imperial court was itching with hatred. Are you going to be the number one scholar? Isn't this putting your head under the guillotine?"