"Sir, you are a scholar at first glance. Only our Tianjia Village has this plaque. Don't underestimate this plaque. It was written by the top scholar in Jinke for our village when he was in ruins."

Yang Ming had just stayed at the entrance of the village for a while, when suddenly a little man walked out from the side, pointing at the plaque and kept talking.

Yang Ming said awkwardly: "Brother, I already know the origin of this plaque. You don't need to repeat it several times."

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "Didn't you see a stranger coming? We in Tianjia Village are quite welcoming. You haven't eaten either, have you? Hurry, it's lunch time now."

After saying that, he took Yang Ming's hand and walked into the village. The two made a fuss at the entrance of the village for a while, and soon attracted the attention of other people in the village.

I don't know who it was, but suddenly called out: "Master No. 1 Scholar, why are you back?"

"Master No. 1 Scholar?"

Yang Ming looked at the young man who kept shouting at him with a confused look on his face, and also looked at himself.

"I am the No. 1 Scholar?" Yang Ming only believed that his head hurt, and suddenly a wave of memories came to him.

He was originally a disciple from a poor family in a border town. After studying hard for ten years, he was admitted as a scholar. The prefect of Dingyuan Prefecture valued his talent and learning and recommended him to him. He succeeded in the first attempt and became a well-deserved scholar.

This was only the first election in Dingyuan Prefecture in decades. Yang Ming soon became a celebrity in Dingyuan Prefecture. The prefect Wang especially contributed money and effort to send Yang Ming to Beijing.

Unexpectedly, this time, Yang Ming was allowed to pass the Jinshi Grade 1, the number one scholar appointed by the emperor.

This is just the biggest happy event in Dingyuan Prefecture in decades.

Now, he should be on his way back to his hometown to offer sacrifices, but why did it happen in that field?

Yang Ming was dragged back home by the villagers in confusion. Because he was the number one scholar and had lived in the village for a period of time, the villagers and elders in the village rushed to tell each other and came to pay homage to Yang Ming.

Especially those farmers with children are rushing forward for fear of falling behind others.

This just means that a top scholar who is a first-class Jinshi is just a person with great luck. If you pay more tributes, you may get some of the luck of the top scholar.

Yang Ming was also dragged into a farmer's house with a confused look on his face, but in the blink of an eye, he was served a lot of delicacies.

"Master No. 1, don't be in a daze, hurry up and start eating."

Yang Ming didn't move his chopsticks, and they didn't dare to move. But now Yang Ming was stunned on the table, and scenes flashed through his mind.

The top pick in high school returned to his hometown wearing gorgeous clothes, but encountered robbers on the way.

"Even the number one scholar dares to rob. Most bandits don't have the courage at all." Yang Ming said at this time that he was thinking about what happened a few days ago.

But the sedan chair of the dignified scholar was given to the gang of robbers. They did not have the courage to rob it. Behind this incident, there must be another person involved, and it is very possible that it has something to do with the imperial court.

He won the first prize in the examination this time, but this angered many people, especially the current prime minister Li Linfu. One of his disciples was a Jinshi in the same subject as Yang Ming.

This man was arrogant and arrogant, and he also had the prime minister as his backer. He would surely rise to great heights in the future, but the only drawback was that the number one scholar originally expected to be given to him was snatched away by Yang Ming.
Chapter completed!