――― In the 30th year of Yan Zhao.
Early spring.
The winter chill had not yet subsided, and the frost formed during the cold mornings. If one were to venture out to the suburbs, they would certainly see the fields covered in white frost.
Today was the day when the results of the Imperial Examination were announced, and Lin Sen had set out early in the morning.
"Ah, Young Master Lin, are you going to check the results?" Ma Hua, the neighbor who was carrying water home from outside, put down his yoke.
Ma Hua was Lin Sen's next-door neighbor. He owned a grocery store, and his life was quite comfortable.
Unlike the Lin family, which had to support a scholar, Ma Hua thought it was a waste of time.
With so much money spent on books, he believed it would be better to buy more flour to eat.
At this point, Ma Hua was somewhat looking forward to seeing the show, waiting to see how Lin Sen would cry when he came back later.
