Emperor Ming Dynasty

Jia Daihua had no choice but to come to the backyard to count the rewards.

Although it was just a regular reward for the New Year's Day, it came from the inner court, and he, the young master of the Viscount's Mansion, was required to supervise it in person to prevent mistakes.

"Eighty catties of snow sugar, eight bolts of su satin, ten catties of winter dates, four whale oil candles..."

They shouted and counted, and all the rewards were piled up in the courtyard, showing the great favor of the royal family.

Seeing these novel things, Jia Daihua suddenly felt strange.

It's a pity that there are no weapons, let alone the legendary short-shot guns used by cavalry, otherwise it would be very enjoyable to play around with.

"Young Master, I've finished counting everything, that's right, it's time to store it." The housekeeper said softly.

"Then put them all in the warehouse, and keep them well."

Jia Daihua arranged casually: "According to the rules of previous years, those foods that are not easy to preserve will be put into the kitchen in a few days."

"Forget it, I'll leave it to my mother to deal with it. There have been a lot of contacts in the past few years. It's better to send it out than to get it in your mouth."

"Yes!" The housekeeper was very pleased with Jia Daihua's understanding, and knew how much he had.

Jia Daihua finished his class listlessly in the afternoon. Fortunately, just after the new year, the teacher finished nagging for an hour, leaving him a big time.

Originally, there is no need to go to class during the New Year's Day, but who told Zhizi Moruofu, if he was given a few days to act wild, he would have to forget all about it.

So I can only rest for one day during the Chinese New Year, and I will trouble my husband to supervise the rest of the time.

Taking advantage of the early weather, Jia Daihua took a few family servants and Shutong out of the mansion quietly, and then left like a temple fair.

With the passage of time and the siphon effect of Beijing, a large number of talent vendors gathered in the capital, providing a lot of spiritual entertainment for the people of Beijing.

And the busiest area is the overpass.

Today, this place is still a swampy area of ​​water, which not only hinders the north-south passage of ordinary people, but also blocks the emperor's way to the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven in the southern suburbs.

Therefore, a stone bridge was built here in Yuan Dynasty.

Because it is the bridge that the emperor must cross when offering sacrifices to heaven, it is called the "overpass".

In the 32nd year of Jiajing (1553), 28 miles of the outer city were added, and the central axis of Beijing extended to Yongdingmen as the starting point. .

Three teachings and nine streams, five elements and eight works, all kinds of juggling, and all kinds of food. Since then, Tianqiao has become a place for Beijing people to play in their leisure time.

But now, with the introduction of Kunqu Opera to Beijing, Zaju flourishes, shadow puppets play, and all kinds of theaters and restaurants have sprung up. Taking advantage of this trend, more than ten restaurants accommodating opera singing have opened up one after another.

Jia Daihua naturally likes to join in the fun, especially Zaju and storytelling. The plots of those generals who are majestic and showing off their might on the battlefield deeply attracted him.

When he came to the box, several honorable children of the same size were staring intently at the stage downstairs, watching with gusto.

"What's the matter? Are you still going to the theater today?"

It turned out that Zhuge Liang borrowed the east wind, which was a good show.

After the scene was sung, several people came back to their senses, and Jia Daihua hurriedly asked.

"It's good to watch a play, but it's not as good as a woman's." The white-faced boy sitting in a corner said with a smile, "Let me tell you, that woman's taste, hey, don't mention how enjoyable it is, hey..."

"Bullshit." Jia Daihua said dissatisfied, "We're only too young to vent our bodies, how can we practice martial arts when we're weak?"

"Okay, don't mention this." The young man sitting on the main seat, two years older than Jia Daihua, said helplessly at this time:

"Jia Gouzi, the court is going to open a martial arts school!"

"Didn't it open a long time ago? The Martial Arts Hall is here."

Jia Daihua said strangely.

"That's different." The young man said distressedly, "This time in the martial arts school, most of them are noble children."

"The Holy Majesty said that we are afraid that we honorable children will forget the hard work of our parents, squander at will, don't think about making progress, eat and wait for death, and become waste who only know how to play with women."

"So, as long as teenagers over 12 years old have to be recruited into martial arts schools to train our skills."

"Yes, yes!" The white-faced boy nodded quickly, his face pale with fright:

"I heard that you not only need to learn how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, but also learn how to ride a horse and use a musket. Isn't this just making fun of yourself?"

"My father suffered so much, and finally let me come out to enjoy the blessing, and now he is suffering again, so their hard work is in vain?"

"That's great!" Jia Daihua said excitedly after hearing the words, "Staying at home and studying every day, don't worry about it, as long as you can know the words, you'll be fine, and you have to recite the Analects?"

"After going to that martial arts school, I don't have to suffer anymore."

"I knew you liked it." The young man on the main seat smiled wryly, "When you enter the martial arts school, you should take care of us brothers."

"What's wrong?" Jia Dai was puzzled.

"There are hundreds of nobles in Beijing, and none of them can escape, not only our Viscount's, but also the Duke's mansion, and those sons and brothers must come out and suffer together."

"Our father's viscount looks good, but we can only be majestic in front of the people. In the eyes of those high-ranking children, it is nothing at all. Bullying is inevitable..."

Several people discussed how to advance and retreat together, and then dispersed.

But Jia Daihua was in high spirits and finally got rid of the nagging.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, a heavy snow storm hit the entire city of Beijing.

Under the eaves of every door, the snow is half a foot deep, which is extremely exaggerated.

Only the emperor knew that this was a herald of the arrival of the Little Ice Age, but it was hidden in winter and was not noticeable at this time.

While Jia Daihua was visiting Tianqiao, he watched all kinds of operas, shadow puppets, and even Kunqu opera. He felt that he knew a little about the generals, so he stayed at home and waited for news.

Sure enough, after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the children of hundreds of honorable families in Beijing received another decree from the imperial palace.

On this, there is no countersignature of the cabinet.

But for the new rich, none of this matters, as long as it is the emperor's will.

As a result, children like Gouzi, big and small, directly gathered nearly a thousand people, and almost every household had two or three sons.

Only Jia's house is special, and only Jia Daihua entered the school.

To their excitement, the beginning of this training was received by the emperor and gave them special treatment:
"As long as you train here for three months, you will be awarded the rank of the ninth rank—Youshi."

Now, everyone is excited.

This is not obtained by relying on the shadow of their parents, but by their real strength. For them, it is no less than blood.

It's a pity that whether it's long-distance running or drawing a bow, it can be said to be extremely painful for these second generations of Xun.

After half a month, less than half of them could persist.

But Jia Daihua is very comfortable, like a fish in water, he is a special part of the people.