Go to the Ministry of Revenue?
Without waiting for Yang Hao to speak, Yang Jingming's eyes lit up. He put down the gold in his hand and said seriously,""Is what old man said true? Can you really help my son find a job in the Ministry of Revenue?”
"I'm not going!" Yang Hao suddenly said.
"Why?" The old man asked in astonishment.
"Yang Hao…" Yang Jingming was also anxious.
"I'm too lazy to go," said Yang Hao seriously.”
After living a new life and returning to the Great Tang, Yang Hao had indeed thought of using his understanding of the course of history and the knowledge he had learned from the future to display his skills in this world and even change the course of history.
But soon, he felt that there was no need.
It was already tiring enough for a person to live for a lifetime. Why should he make himself even more tired for fame and fortune?
Yang Hao understood the importance of fame to the ancients. He did not completely ignore it and become a dead fish. Therefore, he planned to nurture his father well. He would pass the exam to him and study hard to him. He would wait to enjoy himself.
What a beautiful life!
The old man's brows were almost twisted to the point that water was about to come out. He stared fixedly at Yang Hao and almost jumped up to curse at him. He thought to himself,'Damn it, as long as you open your mouth, I, the current emperor, can let you be an assistant minister in the Ministry of Revenue.'
Not to mention the assistant minister, if you want to be the Minister of Revenue, you can even be the Prime Minister of the three provinces!
But Yang Hao didn't want that!
It wasn't that he didn't have talent.
It was because he was lazy!
The old man stared at him and said,"You really don't want to be an official?”
Yang Hao said lazily," I don't want to. I don't want to be the Prime Minister. If you want to find someone to be an official, go find my father. Let my father be an official!"”
"This is good!" Outside the curtain, the temporary coachman Li Er's muffled voice came in.
The old man angrily kicked Li Er who was outside the carriage curtain and said in a bad mood,"Good my ass, what do you know!"
Li Er sat in the driver's seat, holding the reins and driving with a dry laugh, but he muttered in his heart.
Yang Jingming was so talented. Didn't he teach his son all his skills? If he wanted Yang Hao and his son to be officials, shouldn't he look for Yang Jingming, who had just won the county examination? Why did he look for Yang Hao? Wasn't this putting the cart before the horse? His father was really old and muddle-headed!!
Li Yuan felt a little angry.
The three people present.
None of them made him worry!
The old man knew better than anyone else what Yang Jingming was like. He was able to become the chief examiner of the county examination all because of the evildoer Yang Hao, but Li Er didn't think so!
It was as if he had decided that Yang Jingming was the best!
The old man watched as Yang Hao picked up the paper fan and leisurely shook it. He sighed helplessly. It was not a good idea to force the cow head to drink water. It was better to let nature take its course.
Moreover, even though Yang Hao didn't know his identity, he would answer him seriously as long as he asked him something. In the future, if they interacted more, the results would be satisfactory.
The old man suddenly thought of something and looked at Yang Hao."
"Yang Hao, this old man truly admires you for guessing everything that has happened to the Imperial Court, but this old man has a question. There really is a drought in the eastern part of the Great Tang, and locust plagues have also appeared in various counties. The Imperial Court is probably in a terrible state right now, and they must be thinking of a way to negotiate peace with the Turks.”
"There will probably be another test.”Yang Hao leaned against the wall of the carriage and responded lazily with a paper fan.
Another test?
The old man's eyes lit up. This was a good idea!
Under the temporary coachman Li Er's driving, the black Dawan horse trod on the path in the field and slowly headed in the direction of Yang Hao's house.
The carriage was silent.
Yang Jingming stroked his chin and stared at the three hundred gold taels in front of him. He laughed from time to time as if he was planning how to spend the money.
Yang Hao closed his eyes and waved his paper fan lazily.
The old man pondered over Yang Hao's words.
"Mother, don't cry. There's always a child!”
At this moment, an old woman's cry and an anxious man's voice came from not far away from the carriage, disrupting the peace in the carriage.
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