Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister Chapter 311

  Chapter 311 A promise

  Yu Xiaolian thought of Su Jingchen in the book as the top student in the examination at the age of nineteen, and thought that if everything was carried out according to the book, it would not be impossible.

  There is only one year difference between her and Su Jingchen. Su Jingchen was the champion in the winter when she was nineteen, and she was eighteen at that time. According to ancient customs, if you don't marry at eighteen, you are an old girl.

  If they get married at the age of eighteen, that is, there will be five years of running-in time between them.

  Five years, a long time.

   Know enough about a person.

  Yu Xiaolian nodded fiercely, and agreed to Su Jingchen, "Then wait until you pass the Jinshi exam."

  Su Jingchen's eyes flashed a hint of joy, "It's a deal!"

   "Well, it's a deal!"

  After Su Jingchen left, Yu Xiaolian patted her forehead belatedly.

  Yu Xiaolian, you are confused!

In the book, the reason why Su Jingchen won the first prize at the age of nineteen is because his father died at the age of thirteen. Su Jingchen had to serve Su Dafu for three years before he could take the exam. of.

   Later, when the battle between Great Liang's south and Great Meng was fierce, Hu's north also took advantage of the fire to loot. The old emperor had no choice but to postpone the imperial examination for a year.

   Rather than saying that Su Jingchen won the first prize at the age of nineteen, it would be better to say that he was twenty years old, because it was already the twelfth lunar month when the yellow list was posted, and Su Jingchen was already twenty years old when he officially became the living man in front of the old emperor.

   But now the old emperor seems to be recovering day by day, and the border does not know what means the prince used to negotiate a peace.

  If next year's autumn is held normally, doesn't it mean that Su Jingchen may pass the examination at the age of fourteen?

  Oh my god, Yu Xiaolian feels like she has been tricked by Su Jingchen!

  It's just... Is it really possible for a fourteen-year-old Juren?

But in the book, Su Jingchen's words were indeed hit in one fell swoop. Yu Xiaolian still remembers that the book specifically emphasized that when Su Jingchen solved the Yuan Dynasty, it caused a great sensation. The four seasons poem he wrote in the exam was called a peerless masterpiece , was praised and copied by many students, and spread widely.

  If Su Jingchen wins the Juren examination next fall, he will be able to take the Jinshi examination in just three years. As long as it goes well, Su Jingchen may be admitted to the No. 1 Scholar earlier than in the book.

  God, no wonder Su Jingchen had a sly smile on his face, cooperating with that guy was full of confidence in him.

   That's all, that's all, if that's the case, then she will accept her fate.

   Marrying early is not a bad thing. Young couples, walking around in the world of mortals, follow each other at every step, which is very good.

  Thinking of this, Yu Xiaolian suddenly relaxed, and started humming leisurely.

  Recently, she has sorted out a lot of songs and plans to teach them to the girls after a while. She wants to be the boss of the stars in the ancient entertainment circle.

   It took about half a month for Yu Xiaolian's feet to be patted and raised before the swelling completely subsided. During this period, Su Jingchen came to see Yu Xiaolian almost every day.

   During the half month that Yu Xiaolianwo was recuperating at home, there were several heavy snowfalls in Los Angeles. Due to the heavy snow, the road from Taohua Village to Los Angeles became difficult.

  So, when the heavy snow was compacted by passing pedestrians and vehicles, neither Yu Changhe nor Mrs. Sun knew that Yu Xiaolian's foot was injured.

   There is still one month before the Lunar New Year, Yu Xiaolian decided to screen those more than forty girls before the year.

  Although Zhao Zhiqun has not come back yet, people with opera talent can perform just as well without musical instruments.

  Xiangyang Lane, Yu Xiaolian called the girls into the room in groups of ten.

   "Are there any choruses among you? Or can you play the piano? Play the lute?"

  Yu Xiaolian sat firmly in the middle of the living room, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot milk tea in her hand.

   "When I go back to my master, I know how to sing, and my mother is an opera singer, so I know how to sing when I was young."

  Yu Xiaolian looked up and saw a beautiful girl talking, so she asked, "What's your name? How old is this year?"

   "Slave name Zhuang Meiying, seventeen this year."

  Zhuang Meiying's mother used to sing in an opera troupe, but later she was picked up by her philandering father, who redeemed her mother and took her to the Zhuang mansion as a concubine.

  As the daughter of a concubine, Zhuang Meiying was not valued by her father at all. After a few years, his father's interest in her mother was over, and their mother and daughter were sent by the eldest lady to live in Zhuangzi in the countryside.

After arriving at Zhuangzi, Zhuang Meiying found out that most of the working women here were teased and abandoned by her father. There were countless concubines and concubines like her, and their lives here were no different from servants. In his life, he works at sunrise and rests at sunset every day, doing the hardest farm work.

   Although Zhuang Meiying's mother used to sing in a troupe, she had never done farm work. When she first arrived in Zhuangzi, she was in tears all day long and refused to go out to work.

   Later, he was severely beaten by the steward of the village, so he had to change into coarse linen and linen clothes, and together with others, he plowed in the spring and planted in the autumn.

  Later, for some reason, her mother got on good terms with Zhuangzi's steward. They didn't have to go out to do tiring work every day, and her mother could just sing operas for the steward at home.

  Zhuang Meiying followed her mother every day, and naturally learned to sing by being influenced by her ears and eyes.

  Although the steward has ties to many women in Zhuangzi, he still loves Zhuang Meiying's mother the most.

  The days passed like this for more than ten years, neither good nor bad.

  Zhuang Meiying has lived in Zhuangzi for more than ten years, and has never seen her biological father once. Just when she thought that she would never see her father again in this lifetime, her father came to Zhuangzi.

  There are many adult concubines and concubine daughters in Zhuangzi. They all thought that their father was here to arrange a marriage for them, but they didn't want to. The village officials directly sold them as slaves.

  Zhuang Meiying's mother, because she had a good relationship with the steward, was beaten to death by her father after she found out. The steward was a distant relative other than the farmer, so nothing happened.

  Zhuang Meiying's father showed her brothers like brothers and women like clothes.

  Up to this point, Zhuang Meiying had seen her father's true face clearly.

  When Yu Xiaolian heard about Zhuang Meiying's life experience, she was deeply moved. They all said that a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, but the village official never took the lives of these concubine children seriously.

  Speaking of which, Yu Xiaolian came here from Chuanchuan, and has never heard of opera before, "What can you sing? Let me listen to a part!"

  Zhuang Meiying said, "I can sing a lot, among which the best ones are "Butterfly Cup", "Yuanmen Zhanzi" and "Double Flower Gun". I don't know which one the girl likes to listen to?"

  Yu Xiaolian didn't know much about operas, so she chose one at random, "Let's sing "Butterfly Cup"!"

  Zhuang Meiying cleared her throat, and began to sing, "After listening to the words, I couldn't help smiling, and turned my back to me to thank the heavens..."

  Zhuang Meiying spoke, and Yu Xiaolian immediately fell in love with this tune.

   No wonder the rich people in ancient times liked to listen to Chinese opera, it's really nice.

  A cappella is so charming, Zhuang Meiying still has some opera talent.

  (end of this chapter)

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