The Noble Butcher’s Son’s Imperial-Exam Daily Life

The Wang butcher’s household was full of burly men, every one of them tall, big, and stout—like a nest of black bear demons reborn! Yet the youngest son, Wang Sanniu, was an anomaly: thin, delicate, and so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over. Standing beside them, he looked like a little fox that had wandered into a bear den by mistake.

Butchering pigs? He got splashed in the face with pig blood and fainted first!

Farming? The hoe was taller than he was!

Seeing that he was about to become a “useless person” at home, his tearful mother finally made the decision: “Son, with your condition, the only way you can carve out a future for yourself is through the imperial examination.”

Wang Sanniu: Life is too hard! I transmigrated into a sickly body, and I’m surrounded by super-strong family members!

Can’t butcher pigs, can’t farm? Fine, then I’ll reluctantly take the imperial exams.

Who would have thought that he would pass through county student, xiucai, juren, and jinshi one stage after another! From county magistrate to Minister of Works, he carved out a path to the heavens with nothing but a pen!

On the golden throne hall, the newly promoted Minister Wang gently stroked the ancestral pig-slaughtering knife at his waist and smiled faintly:

“Esteemed colleagues, the son of a poor butcher is here! If you wish to debate literature, I’ll accompany you; if you want a fight... this blade has drunk the blood of a thousand pigs, and it doesn’t mind cutting down a few more noisy men.”

The entire court of nobles broke out in a cold sweat!