This has been the case since ancient times, but why do so many people still want to dig into it even if their heads are thin?

Mi Heng originally didn't want to come, but Pingyuan is too small after all, and he is the only one in the family who can be regarded as a talented person. If he doesn't come, who else can come?

Mi Heng's literature is very good, and he is also willing to spend time on studying the classics. He is smart and willing to devote himself to studying, so he naturally learns well.

In later generations, education was compulsory, that is, children had to be taught regardless of whether they wanted it or not, whether they wanted to learn it or not. But in the Han Dynasty, don’t think about such beautiful things. Those who don’t want to learn will just get lost, and those who are stupid will just crawl away.

Mi Heng is very smart, in other words, very talented.

Talent is something that needs to be cultivated, but also requires innate talent, or even a shining aura, and the ability to express this aura. This is the most brilliant treasure. Just like many people

You can climb a high mountain and look out over the sea, and you will feel emotional in your heart, and then a light will shine in your brain, but most people cannot express it perfectly, and in the end they can only condense it into two words...

But there are gains and losses, and talent cannot be eaten as food.

At least that's the case here in Mi Heng.

It is Ni Heng's self-advertisement to have high aspirations and not be interested in fame and fortune, and this is what Mi Heng did in the beginning.

When I was studying, because the examination points were all in literature, and they were all close to my home. Hara Sakon also knew Mi Heng's reputation. I could brush my face wherever I went, so I didn't have to worry too much about food and clothing. But in

Yecheng...

Who are you?

You Heng?

never heard of that.

Mi Heng thought that with his intelligence and literary background, even if he arrived alone in Yecheng, he would immediately become a middle class person, with a monthly income of at least 10,000 yuan, and work would be within easy reach.

If you are rushing to get it, you can weigh and choose. You can’t miss 9 a.m. to 5 a.m., even if you have holidays. It’s best to get a Yecheng household registration. The house doesn’t need to be very big, but it should at least have good ventilation from the north to the south and warmth in the winter.

Xia Liang, if there is no east-west wing, it is not unacceptable to have a small patio...

Then when Mi Heng arrived in Yecheng, he found that what he thought was what he thought after all. These damn guys in Yecheng didn't even recognize him, they only recognized money!

What is money? It is a vulgar thing! It is a vulgar thing!

Vulgar, despicable! Full of stench!

But Mi Heng was soon trapped by these vulgar and despicable things...

It costs money to eat and wear clothes. Even if you stay at home or rent a house, you still need to spend money on firewood, oil, and salt. Not to mention that from time to time, villagers will come to check on the house, so it’s not even clean.

nothing.

Then the price of goods was so high that the money you brought yourself hit the bottom in almost no time.

what to do?

Mi Heng wanted to write a few words for others, inscribe some words, and get some writing fees like he did in Pingyuan. Is this an elegant move? But his dream was soon hammered to pieces...

Someone held up the words he wrote and cursed in front of his stall, saying that the horizontal lines of Mi Heng’s words did not look like horizontal lines, the vertical lines did not look like vertical lines, the strokes looked like strokes, the strokes looked like strokes, and the thick areas were too thick.

, the light part is too light, the pen used is not good, the ink used is wrong, and so on.

Then the clerk came and said that since some people felt that Mi Heng's writing was wrong, he should fine him to compensate. If Mi Heng was unwilling to pay the fine, he would be punished according to law and discipline.

Facing the clattering iron chain, Mi Heng was furious and refused to answer. However, he found that no one listened to what he said. Only a group of people gathered around, pointed at him and scolded him, "You are a piece of shit, you don't understand."

Rules, ignorance, ignorance...

The stall was knocked down, the pen and ink were smashed, and Mi Heng was arrested.

At the beginning, Mi Heng was still very stubborn and felt that he was incomparable to these common people. If he could meet the county magistrate, he would naturally be able to distinguish between innocence and innocence.

But after three days in the Yecheng prison, Mi Heng didn't see anyone.

Facing the pig food in the prison, Mi Heng scolded him angrily, but all he got in return was a sneer.

Three days later.

A clerk appeared.

"What's your last name?" the clerk asked lazily.

"I want to seek justice from the county magistrate!" Ni Heng said, "Call your official!"

The clerk raised his eyelids, probably only by less than a millimeter, and then lowered them again, "Whose name is it?"

"Someone wants to seek justice from the county magistrate!! Someone wants justice!!" Mi Heng was even more angry.

"Here comes...bring it back..." The clerk waved, with a calm tone, a constant aura, and no fear. It's been three days since the ringgit was paid, and no one has come to ask about this matter. Basically,

, we can then conclude, "You are so energetic, did you eat too much?"

Another three days.

There is only one meal a day, and the amount of this meal is cut in half.

Not only that, there was no bowl, it was poured directly on the ground.

Mi Heng lay on the ground, picking up the fallen food and stuffing it in his mouth, crying bitterly, but without tears.

Mi Heng thought about dying, but he understood that if he died in prison like this, his suffering would really be in vain, and he would die with filth all over his body, just like a dead bedbug, and no one would care.

No one will know...

He has to endure it until the day he can speak again.

When the sun shines on Mi Heng's face again.

Mi Heng raised his head with filth all over his body.

The clerk in the shadow asked lazily, "Whose last name is it?" in a tone that seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"..." Mi Heng remained silent, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Mi Heng, you are Zhengping!"
Chapter completed!