Yang Cong was really depressed. Mr. Yan didn't say how he was doing his article. He ran away with his test paper. He had already left school and hadn't come back yet.

What the hell did this guy do?

Damn, I still have to wait here, what does this guy want to do?

Just as he and Yu Dayou were sitting in the school, Mr. Yan finally came back in a hurry. His forehead was still stained with sweat, and even his sideburns were on his face.

Seeing this, Yang Cong hurriedly came forward and said with concern: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Xing took a breath and waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I just went to the county government and left a little anxious."

I'm so dizzy, why are you going to the county government for nothing?

Yang Cong doesn't care about this now. He just wants to know how his articles are done, but Mr. Yan doesn't seem to care about his articles very much.

This guy ran away with his article. His article is gone now. What does this mean?

He thought about it and simply asked, "Sir, I don't know what you think the articles students have done, so please give me some advice."

Yan Xing nodded subconsciously and said, "Your article is done well. I have taught and educated people for more than ten years, and I have never seen a genius as quick as you."

genius?!

Yang Cong didn't expect that Mr. Yan would give him such a high evaluation, and he felt secretly happy.

However, what level is this genius equivalent to?

Genius should be roughly the kind of pride of heaven, right?

He couldn't help asking, "Sir, what do you mean, students are really expected to be the top scorer in high school?"

"Uh!" Yan Xing almost choked to death by his words. Yang Cong's level is now barely comparable to the previous scholar and the top scorer in high school. You can think of it!

However, with Yang Cong's terrifying learning ability, it seems that it is not impossible for him to be the top scorer in high school in the past.

But after reading the scholar's articles overnight, he reached the level of a scholar. Who knows whether he will read more articles on top scorers will reach the level of a top scorer!

How do you answer this?

If he is expected to be the top scorer in high school, if he is proud and complacent and his studies are stagnant, wouldn’t he ruin a genius?

If he had no hope of being the top scorer in high school, if he was depressed, this genius might be ruined in his own hands!

He has been teaching for more than ten years, and finally met such a genius, so he naturally felt a little worried about gains and losses.

He thought about it and simply pulled the topic away: "I won't talk about this for now. The county magistrate said that he has time tonight, so you should hurry up and prepare it. It's all the time to dinner."

The county magistrate said that he had time tonight, which means that he could invite the county magistrate to dinner tonight.

Yang Cong also realized that he was a bit rash in asking questions. How could you say that you could pass the exam? Judging from Mr. Yan's tone, at least it would be fine to take the scholar at his own level. Otherwise, how could he say he was a genius?

He was not very anxious at this moment. His efforts in just one night made him a genius in Mr. Yan's eyes. There was still a long life in the future. He still had time to "work hard" to improve his level.

However, the matter of inviting the county magistrate to have a meal cannot be delayed, because the registration time for the county examination has passed now, and the longer the delay, the more troublesome it is.

Thinking of this, he nodded quickly and said, "Okay, students are going to Dexing Building now. Why don't you go together?"

Mr. Yan shook his head and declined, "Forget it, you are the county magistrate. Why are my old man joining in the fun? Go and prepare. I will send someone to invite the county magistrate."

In fact, he was avoiding suspicion. After all, Yang Cong would definitely give some "gifts" when asking the county magistrate for help. It would be bad for others to get involved.

When Yang Cong heard this, he understood, so he immediately bowed and thanked him, and then hurried to Dexing Tower with Yu Dayou and the others.

Dexing Tower is the restaurant closest to the county government. After a while, Yang Cong and his party rushed to Dexing Tower. He still booked the second floor as usual. In order to avoid suspicion, he did not ask Yu Dayou to go to the second floor, but ordered some other wine and food on the first floor and asked him to have a meal.

He had actually prepared this gift to the county magistrate for a long time, but this time it was not a silver.

Because he felt that it would be cheesy to always give money to others, and it would be better to give something else to his preference.

He had long heard of the county magistrate being obsessed with carpenter work, so this time, he put his wishes and prepared a wooden stick.

Of course, this wooden stick is not a shoulder pole for carrying manure, and he does not want to use this wooden stick to threaten the county magistrate Liu Shouliang.

This wooden stick was a gift he carefully prepared. He wanted to use this wooden stick to win over the county magistrate Liu Shouliang.

Yang Cong had just booked the second floor and stood at the entrance of Dexing Building for a short time, two yamen runners came from the county government with a sedan chair.

Nowadays, sedan chairs are not something that ordinary people can sit. People with status and status must be able to sit in sedan chairs. The sedan chair carried by the yamen runner must be the county magistrate.

Yang Cong hurriedly came forward and waited respectfully.

Sure enough, as soon as the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, the county magistrate Liu Shouliang walked out with a smile.

Yang Cong hurriedly bowed and said, "Students meet with the county magistrate."

Liu Shouliang hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand and said, "Brother Qingfeng, don't do that soon, don't do that soon, you are Lord Xu's Mubin. I can't afford this gift."

I'm so dizzy. These days, sometimes there are distinctive distinctions in the ranks of high and low, but sometimes my generation is a bit messy. An old man with a gray beard actually called him a virtuous brother, which sounds too awkward.

Yang Cong could only make a gesture of invitation in embarrassment, and then said respectfully: "You are polite, please, please, please, please, please, please."

When they walked in, the restaurant suddenly became silent.

This county magistrate is naturally a household name in the county town, because the county magistrate’s case trial is basically made public, and anyone who is fine can go and watch it. There are not many people who don’t know the county magistrate in the county town.

Yang Cong is also a famous figure in Hui'an County. Of course, the reason why he became famous is not because he had tried the case in court, but because he spent money and was famous for being a prodigal.

At this moment, the county magistrate actually walked with his arms talking and laughing to Yang Cong, which really made the diners in Dexing Building very light.

They didn't know Yang Cong's magical experience these days, they only knew that Yang Cong was the most famous prodigal thing in Hui'an County.

The county magistrate was so intimate with this spendthrift thing. What the hell is this? For a moment, the diners on the first floor were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Yang Cong didn't care about this either. He earnestly invited the county magistrate Liu Shouliang to the second floor, and then took the initiative to move the seat to ask him to sit down. Then he pulled out the wooden stick hidden behind the stool, handed it on with both hands, and said respectfully: "Mr. County magistrate, how is the material of this rosewood?"

Rosewood!

When Liu Shouliang heard this, he immediately shivered as if he was injected with chicken blood.

This rosewood is a good thing, used to make tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes, beds, etc., which are all excellent materials.

Unfortunately, rosewood is too expensive and he can't afford it.

Such a small amount can cost at least ten taels of silver, which is higher than his monthly salary. Who can afford it?

He took the wooden stick in Yang Cong's hand like a treasure. He first slammed the weight, then went up to smell the smell, and then stared at the section at one end carefully, looking at the obsessed appearance, and how he looked like a county parent official.

He looked at it for a while and couldn't help but exclaim: "Huanghuali is actually an authentic Qiongzhou Huanghuali. This one is probably a few dozen taels of silver! Unfortunately, it's a little less. If you can get a few more, you can make a grand master chair and sit on it, it's like a god!"
Chapter completed!