Chapter 155: Ancient Farmers’ Son (12)
The ancient roads were extremely difficult to travel.
If one were to sit in a well-equipped carriage, it would still be considered challenging. However, now sitting in a crude donkey cart, the person inside could be tossed up and down a thousand times.
Lin Shiheng was relatively fine; he seemed to possess a calmness that said, ‘Let the winds blow from all directions, I shall remain unmoved.’
Even if the other person in the cart was jostled into the air, he could still open the window and read a book in the sunlight outside.
The person accompanying him was miserable.
This person who traveled with Lin Shiheng wasn’t someone who had previously agreed to take the examination together in the provincial capital. Instead, he was a scholar who should have comfortably traveled to the provincial capital in his own carriage, accompanied by servants, carrying money and gifts.
This was a completely different and uncomfortable version of rushing to the examination.
He claimed to have connections and boasted that he belonged to the same clan as the third-ranking official, Official Sun, in the imperial court. He had always lived in the neighboring county of Lin Shiheng’s hometown, enjoying a life of luxury. When he needed to rush to the capital for the examination, he didn’t have to worry about the preparations, as his family would provide him with silver, servants, and a carriage.
Unfortunately, this scholar was an unlucky fellow. Everything had been arranged perfectly, but halfway through the journey, they coincidentally encountered bandits who robbed them of all their money and belongings. If this scholar hadn’t been good-looking and immediately offered to marry the bandit leader’s daughter, showing his ability to adapt, he probably wouldn’t have been able to save his own life and the lives of his servants.