Ming Zuo

Chapter 68 Seed

The fact that Zuo Menggeng wanted to promote cultural education in the whole army caused an uproar.

Until the day of class, there were still many people who didn't understand the scholars and the students.

Sitting in the large classroom in the back camp, a group of people were discussing and expressing their grievances.

Until someone came in and sat among them.

For these newcomers, some of you know some, some don't.

The ones I know are because I often follow Zuo Menggeng in and out of the wharf.

Those you don't know are because you haven't seen them.

Jiang Wei was sitting beside him, but he didn't know him.

Seeing that the other party is thin and the spirit of the book is strong, he is afraid that he is a scholar like himself.

"Xiongtai also came to listen to the class? You said that I am waiting for a scholar, and literacy is no longer a problem. Why do you want to come here for a while?"

The other party was very calm.

"Since it is a thousand military orders, it must have deep meaning."

Jiang Wei looked around and lowered his voice.

"I heard that Qianzuo is the son of a military general, can he really teach me and other scholars to learn?"

The man was half-smiling.

"I feel that Qianzuo is an extraordinary talent. I will benefit from this teaching."

Jiang Wei thought he was flattering, and his expression was a little disdainful.

"I don't know where Xiongtai is from?"

The man cupped his hands, and his tone did not fluctuate at all.

"Before Huang Zongxi and Huang Taichong, take the examination of Taipu Qing Huang Bai'an first."

Wow, all the people around heard it, they were shocked, and they all stood up and returned their salutes, their expressions full of reverence.

Who does not know about Huang Zunsu's reputation?

A role model for readers.

Who would have thought that he would meet his descendants here.

Jiang Wei, in particular, was sweating profusely and felt ashamed.

How could a mere boy student dare to be arrogant in front of Huang Zunsu's son?
Coincidentally, several scholars on the other side also stood up in an uproar and also saluted a young man.

Those who are curious only know after asking, that the young man is actually the son of Zhou Chaorui, the minister of Dali Temple.

This time, all the readers in the hall couldn't sit still, and bowed their heads in salutation, eagerly.

Originally, he abandoned literature and adopted martial arts. Although he was forced by life, it still made everyone sigh.At this time, seeing the descendants of Huang Zunsu and Zhou Chaorui are here, everyone's feelings are immediately different.

If nothing else, just working with Zhonglie since then is an incredible experience.

In the midst of the commotion, footsteps came from the door, and Zuo Menggeng walked in with his head held high.

Everyone hurriedly returned to their respective positions and looked forward curiously.

After Zuo Menggeng came in, the first thing he saw was the blackboard hanging on the podium.

Yes, it fits his requirements.

There are many carpenters among the refugees, all of which have been sorted out and will be used in the production of muskets in the future.But before that, Zuo Menggeng asked him to make a blackboard.

This blackboard is exactly the same as the blackboard of later generations, with a grid below it.Inside were chalk and erasers.

Lime is all over the place, and chalk is not difficult to make.But for teaching, the effect could not be better.

Except for him, everyone else is full of curiosity about this classroom.

Especially the pen and paper in front of them, to be exact, this one is completely different from the brushes that have been used in the past.

It is the pencil made by Zuo Xianmei.

Although there are many novel things, everyone's attention is temporarily on Zuo Menggeng.

He walked to the podium and looked at the dark people below, and couldn't help feeling proud.

These are the seeds!
It seems inconspicuous now, but looking back in the future, many people will definitely understand the meaning of today.

He stood still, faced down, and shouted, "Get up."

There was a lot of rumbling underneath, and everyone didn't know why, but they stood up one after another.

Zuo Menggeng frowned, very dissatisfied.

"sit down."

Everyone was even more confused and had to sit down.

But they just sat down when Zuo Menggeng's order came again.

"stand up."

There was another commotion, and everyone who stood up couldn't help but whisper, not sure what they were doing.

Zuo Menggeng slapped the lecture table with a slap, and the loud noise made the scene quiet, and many people were frightened, for fear that Zuo Menggeng's anger would fall on his head.

Zuo Menggeng tried his best to remain calm despite the blue veins on his forehead.

"In the military, orders are forbidden, and everyone must be united and uniform. Look at you, how can you have a military temperament?"

Only then did everyone know what the problem was, and finally had a certain understanding of what an army was.

Zuo Menggeng shouted again: "Sit down."

This time, everyone's actions were much more agile.

"stand up."

The murmur disappeared, and the voices were the same, neat and enchanting.

Obviously they all stood up and sat down, but everyone felt it, and the momentum after the neat movements was quite shocking.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Zuo Menggeng raised his right hand with his palm straight, placed it beside his temple, and shouted, "Salute."

After all, they are all scholars, and their comprehension ability is not comparable to that of ignorant people.Everyone paused for a while, followed Zuo Menggeng's appearance, and returned the salute.

This kind of salute makes everyone quite novel and does not understand its meaning.

Zuo Menggeng's words spread to everyone's ears.

"From now on, our army will use this as a ritual. Officers and soldiers are equal, do not kneel, do not bow. If there is a person who makes a fortune, military law will be used."

Everyone's heart flashed a torrent, and the feeling was so strong that they had never felt before.

This is a hierarchical society, the difference between the upper and lower is like a moat.

The people present included post-bureaucrats, low-level scholars, servants, and peasants.

Coincidentally, these people are not considered to be respected in the whole society.

When facing the superiors, everyone has the humiliation that they can't lift their heads.

The more oppressed by class, the more we understand how precious equality is.

Maybe equality cannot really be fully realized, but a leader who speaks the concept of equality in public is enough to make many people fall in love.

Zuo Menggeng was acutely aware of the difference, calm on the surface and gratified on the inside.

"Everyone here, some are full of poetry and books, but don't understand why they need to learn from scratch; some people are good at martial arts, but they also don't understand why they need to learn. Then should we read and learn?"

To say that literacy is the most acceptable and unacceptable, it must be the prosperity and wealth of eight people for generations.

They are all people who are used to martial arts since childhood. They can dance with guns and sticks. When they see the words, they can't help but get a big head.

Zuo Menggeng said that Zuo Hua couldn't bear it any longer, and made a noise.

"Master, if you want me to say, why do we know how to read? What's the use of learning that stuff? Everyone who has read books is like a chicken. If you run into us, a knife is not enough for us to kill. "

After speaking, the guy laughed wanton, ignoring the livid faces of the more than [-] scholars next to him.

Zuo Menggeng got off the platform and walked in front of him. He didn't say anything, but took the pen and paper, wrote a line, and threw it to Zuo Hua.

"What does that mean?"

Zuo Hua felt that something was wrong and insisted.

"Master, it's not like you don't know, we can't read."

Zuo Menggeng's voice could not hear the anger and anger, but pointed to the words on the paper: "This is the military order, let your department seize the high point of the left wing and stick to it for four hours."

Zuo Hua blinked, not understanding what Zuo Menggeng meant by writing this.

Zuo Menggeng told him.

"As a general, you can't understand the military order, tell me, are you a qualified general?"

"I……"

Zuo Hua broke down in cold sweat, and the seven guys next to him all shrank their heads, trying not to let Zuo Menggeng notice them.

"I don't understand the military orders, I don't understand the maps, can you lead the army to fight? Do I dare to hand over the army to you?"

Zuo Hua was very aggrieved by being trained in front of everyone's eyes, and he couldn't help rebelling for a while.

"Those generals don't know how to read."

Zuo Menggeng asked back, "Are they good at fighting? Why did Liaodong retreat?"

Forget about Zuo Hua this time, almost everyone pondered.

The Liaodong war situation affects people's hearts. There are countless sayings about the successive defeats of the Ming army, but Zuo Menggeng was the first to analyze it from the perspective of the quality of the generals.

Moreover, his point of view is not that the generals are incompetent, corrupt, timid or the like, but that the generals have insufficient literacy.

The next words, Zuo Menggeng said not only to Zuo Hua, but also to everyone.

"Those famous generals who have left their names in history, Sun Wu, Han Xin, Li Jing, Yue Wumu, and King Zhongshan, which one is illiterate? On the battlefield, thousands of troops are mighty. No matter how powerful a person is, he can only be regarded as a fierce general. Such a fierce general can kill a hundred enemies, but can he kill a thousand enemies? The real enemy of ten thousand is only a commander who devises strategies. A fool like you, give you a cannon, can you hit the enemy? You know How far can a cannonball go? Do you know how to calculate where a cannonball will land?"

After three consecutive questions, Zuo Hua couldn't answer a single one.

The same is true for other people, only after thinking about the way of the army did they realize that there was a university question.

This time, everyone's attitude has changed, and reading and literacy is no longer regarded as torture.

Zuo Menggeng said something that made everyone nervous again.

"All positions in the military today are assigned on a temporary basis. What happens in the future will depend on your achievements. The capable ones will be promoted, and the mediocre ones will be subordinated. Other than that, there are no other conditions. How much you have mastered in terms of knowledge is also one of your achievements."

As soon as I heard that it was actually linked to promotion, no one dared to take this matter lightly.

Back on the podium, looking at the solemn classroom, Zuo Menggeng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

(End of this chapter)