Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 558
"Brother Tang, you are working in the governor's office, why are you back?"

A group of people came to a restaurant, and just sat down, all kinds of sounds came from next to their ears, directly filling their ears.

The storyteller is located in the center of the first floor, with a square table, an origami fan, a square wood, and a screen behind it, which can be described as extremely bright.

He has a long beard and long gown, square face, straight waist like a flagpole, and his voice is loud, penetrating into the second floor, and everyone is quiet:
"Everyone, what I'm talking about today is that Dr. Zhu cleverly identified a false banner, and a tiger was killed in Tongguan—"

Snapped--

With Fang Mu's clap, the applause was endless.

"However, it is said that Governor Sun's army went to Ruzhou, never thought that the weather is not good, and the rain is continuous..."

"Brother Tang, Brother Tang?" Chen Chang, a friend beside him, couldn't help but yelled a few more times before the latter came back to his senses.

"I've listened to this Chronicle of Today's War seven or eight times, and I've almost recited it by heart. It's nothing to listen to."

"Oh!"

Tang Bin laughed, cupped his hands and apologized a few times, and then recounted the events of the past few days. He said gratefully: "With the 100 yuan subsidized by Governor Sun, I simply resigned from the post of director and concentrated on going home to prepare for the exam."

"I forgot that you have been studying too hard, and you are running around the yamen. I'm afraid you don't have time to spare."

Chen Chang also expressed his apology, and said, "You are better educated than us. Jinshi must be nine out of ten. The master is just a knife and pen official, and he is not a first-class official. It's good to resign."

After saying that, Chen Chang and others couldn't help sighing: "Jiangsu is so difficult. If it was in Henan, Shaanxi and other places, we would have won Juren a long time ago."

After speaking, I hurried down a glass of wine.

Tang Bin was noncommittal about this.

Northern provinces such as Henan, Shanxi, and Shaanxi are now experiencing serious population loss, and it is difficult for one out of ten to survive. However, the number of places for scholars and candidates to be recruited remains unchanged, and the difficulty is greatly reduced, which is also a benefit for scholars.

Although he is from Henan, he has been displaced in Yangzhou for many years, and he was admitted as a scholar and a scholar in Yangzhou. These benefits are not expected.

But he can make some money by trying him out. His ancestral home is Henan, but he is in Beijuan, so the pressure is much less.

Tang Bin thought for a while, and opened his mouth to try to persuade him, but he could only keep silent because of the difficulty of starting a business in Jiangsu Province.

Among its scholars, it is probably more difficult to raise people than Jinshi.

"How long is the provincial exam?"

"In August, Yingtian Mansion Nanjing City."

Chen Chang continued: "Anhui, Jiangsu, and Yingtian all conduct provincial examinations in Nanjing, and the Tribute Academy is there."

"However, the number of people admitted is made up according to the vacancies in each province. It is said that the vacancies in Jiangsu counties are more than [-]..."

"In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, there are also "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" and "Chongzhen Almanac". We have added arithmetic and calendars, so we have to buy them quickly."

"How do you know so much?"

"The Daming Gazette has described it in detail, but the speed of the report is not the same as that reported by the mansion. It is a day or two away, and the shipping arrived yesterday."

Several people chatted freely, but Zhao An, who was at the side, remained silent.

When Tang Bin saw it, he didn't have a bad heart after all, but he was often outspoken and offended many people.

"Pingzhi, what's wrong with you?"

With this question, everyone looked at the silent Zhao An with concern.

"Hey, it's okay." Zhao An sighed, with helplessness written all over his face: "It's just that you know that a certain person was admitted to a scholar, and he was already blessed by his ancestors. I'm afraid there is no chance for the provincial or rural exams."

"It would be great if the martial arts were held again."

Seeing this, Chen Chang sighed with emotion.

It turned out that Zhao An loved to practice martial arts since he was a child, but Yangzhou has always had a prosperous style of writing, and the future of martial arts is bleak, so he was forced to practice writing, who expected to be a scholar in the exam.

"Now that the guards are abolished, recruiting is the main focus, and the officers and generals are rewarded generously. If you become a noble, that is the wealth of several generations!"

Hearing this, Tang Bin was thoughtful. He seemed to have heard Governor Sun murmured about martial arts, and it should be restarted!

Such words are naturally innumerable.

Didn't they know that after the martial arts was decided by the cabinet, it was not announced to the world immediately, but was first spread in the army.

The second issue of the military newspaper seems to have dropped a bomb in the entire army.

Anyone below battalion level can participate in martial arts.

Martial arts are carried out in the Beijing camp, which has the effect of killing three birds with one stone.

First, it must be the screening ability to train middle and senior officers. After all, military schools train most junior officers.

The second is to select officers for the expanded army, which is best in the name of martial arts.

Finally, it is natural to encourage the atmosphere of reading and writing in the army.

After all, the military school is mainly for literacy, and there are not many people who read books on weekdays.

However, in the eyes of the soldiers, the martial arts in the Beijing camp was actually a large-scale contest.

Archery, riding, spear, wrestling, and the so-called silent military regulations of culture.

These five items immediately set off a wave of martial arts competitions in the barracks.

There are still 50,000 people in Jingying, and more than half of the applicants, everyone thinks they are good.

"It's lively, it's so fucking lively——"

Jia Yan was walking outside the school grounds, taking advantage of his status to watch the competition inside, it can be said that he was very happy and relished,
The five wings of the Beijing camp take turns to compete in the five events. Today it is the turn of the left wing. The other four wings can only train as usual, and monitor the left wing by the way to prevent chaos.

The most eye-catching and exciting thing is wrestling, which is a threshold and tests skills and strength. It is loved by soldiers and everyone wants to participate.

"Lieutenant Right? What are you doing!"

Suddenly, he was yelled at, and he was startled. Looking back, there were two crescent moons on his shoulders, and he turned out to be a lieutenant.

Hastily lowered his head and bowed in salute: "The humble official is watching the wrestling."

"You're not left-wing!"

The visitor took a closer look at the crescent moon on his shoulder, and he pondered: "You must have used your identity to come here to watch the excitement, you are really brave."

With the promulgation of military ranks, the identification of identities in the army is simple and clear, and the differences between soldiers on each wing are also small. Relying on military ranks, it is enough to oppress those small soldiers out of breath.

"Your old Mingjian, I am a right-winger. I came to your camp today on business and saw the competition, so I couldn't help but take a look."

Jia Yan lowered his head and said with a smile.

"Hurry up and go back. Although there is some chaos in the army, you are not allowed to hang around."

After he left, Jia Yan raised his head and cursed at his back.

It's just a lieutenant, one rank higher than me, presumably a military judge, or a staff officer, someone from the supply camp. I used to ignore him when I saw it, but now I only recognize the military rank and not the post. It's bad luck.

"I've seen Captain You—"

Along the way, the patrolling soldiers, as well as the non-commissioned officers and school officers who passed by, bowed their heads and bowed one after another.

"Actually, the rank is not bad."

Jia Yan suddenly felt much better.

After more than half a month of martial arts competition, there were [-] scholars and [-] juren in the Beijing camp, all of whom were elite soldiers selected from a hundred.

Scholars are uniformly awarded the rank of sergeant, and when the recruits are trained well, they will become team captains.

Juren will be awarded the rank of sergeant, unified into the martial arts hall, and learn the basic knowledge of marching and fighting.

The head of the Yanwu hall is held by Emperor Shaowu, and they are all disciples of the emperor.

(End of this chapter)