I Took the Imperial Exam at Eight, and Now My Ancestors' Graves Are on Fire

At eight, he takes the imperial examinations. What should he do when his ancestors' graves catch fire?

Of course, add more firewood! Pile it on! The flames have to reach the Forbidden City!

Offer sacrifices to Heaven at the ancestral graves, and your power knows no bounds.

After working hard for half his life, just as Lu Dou was about to reach the pinnacle of success, he opened his eyes and found himself a farmer's son in Qingzhou, Great Xia.

He silently picked up the hoe, then promptly threw it away.

Farm? What farm! I want to study!

Tongsheng at eight.

Xiucai at eleven.

Juren at sixteen.

Top scorer in the palace examination at seventeen.

The spring breeze filled his sails, his horse's hooves flew, and in a single day he saw every flower in Chang'an.

By the time Lu Dou looked back, he was already clad in an embroidered official robe and ranked among the Three Ministers.

Lu Boyan, a fourth-rank official, looked at Lu Dou, who had risen to the highest rank, and said with a smile:

"Son, we've really brought honor to the Lu family!"

"Director Lu, you can call me your son at home. Outside, please address me as Your Excellency, the Chief Grand Secretary!"