eldest son of Ming dynasty

Chapter 406

The Bingyin year imperial examination in October was set up by the emperor's decree. It was first announced to the world after the Great Court Meeting in March this year. The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory.

By September, most people from the north and the south had arrived in the capital.

After Emperor Zhengde succeeded to the throne, the changes in the capital became even more dramatic. Academies and medical centers were set up in the west city, and the city that never sleeps was built in the east city. , Wooden houses combining brick and wood gradually appeared.

Shops, teahouses, and restaurants are becoming more and more prosperous due to more people with money to spend. Merchants gather here, and even troupes who have traveled far and wide like to find an open space in the capital to sell their handicrafts.

Many students from all over the world who came to the capital for the first time were shocked to see such a prosperous city in the world.

Zhang Cong, the son of Zhejiang Wenzhou Mansion, who has passed his thirties, looked at the number one city in the world in such emotions.

Most of the candidates in the Zhejiang Guild Hall are the same as him.

Zhang Cong sat in the corner of the guild hall, listening to a few young people in the center of the guild hall who were dressed more brightly, talking loudly about something.

Next to him was an old man with gray hair, holding a book in his hand, no matter how lively the scene was, it didn't seem to bother him, under the white beard, his lips were moving slightly, as if he was reading the articles in the book.

This is already the third time he has gone to Beijing for the test, and he has seen people with white hair who fail, but it is rare for him to be serious like this.

"Happy to meet."

The other young man at the same table was very enthusiastic and even started a conversation with him.

Zhang Cong's qualifications are ordinary, and he is not a person with a prominent family background, so he is still a bit shy. He is not as bright and generous as the young man on his right.

As a result, the old man didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

This person was a little embarrassed, but he just smiled, and cupped his hands at Zhang Cong, "I'm Ge Dabao, I don't know your brother's name?"

"I'm Zhang Cong, a person from Wenzhou Prefecture."

The old man still has no intention of participating in their conversation.

This Ge Dabao chuckled, and said: "I heard that the imperial court's library garden has started construction, because there is sufficient money and a lot of manpower, the library garden will definitely be completed within a year at most."

In this way,
The old man suddenly raised his head, "It really only takes a year?"

"Your Majesty is pressing hard, half a year will do."

One sentence can erase half a year. When the old man heard that this was an unreasonable speech, he didn't want to talk to him.

Ge Dabao is really not afraid of people's suspicion, so he turned to Zhang Cong and said: "The imperial examination is only held once every three years, but Hongzhi just had one subject in the 18th year of Hongzhi. It should have waited until the third year of Zhengde, but it was brought forward to the first year of Zhengde. Brother Zhang knows Why?"

"Why?" Zhang Cong was also slightly curious.

"It's because of Zhejiang."

When the imperial court opened the sea, the scholars in Zhejiang reacted most violently.

That time, the court and the emperor were angered, so I don't know how many people were deprived of their fame.

The impact of that incident still persists in Zhejiang.

Whether there is fame or not, the difference is too big for an individual and a family.

Some people have a bunch of fields under their names, but they were all taken back overnight. This feeling of indifference pervades the entire city of Hangzhou.

But the imperial court had plenty of ways to do it. It was not afraid to offend Zhejiang. The emperor ordered Enke to come down. In the first year of Zhengde, thousands of people gathered. People in other provinces only thought that it was a good opportunity, and who cares about Zhejiang.Only people in Zhejiang will feel a little sad.

"The emperor issued a decree to set up a medical center, an academy, and a book collection garden. If we talk about virtuous names throughout the ages, I, Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty, will not lose to any ZTE king."

The old man who had been quiet all this time suddenly opened his mouth, glanced at Zhang Cong, and said, "I don't hear what's going on outside the window, and I only read the books of sages and sages. It's useless to listen to others, and it's boring to listen to."

Zhang Cong suddenly became a little on guard.

At this time, the street suddenly became lively, several fast horses galloped in the capital, and the people along the street fled to the side in panic.

Zhang Cong only felt that the sound came from far and near, but he couldn't hear the crowd's voice clearly. He could only see people clapping their hands and clapping their foreheads, very excited.

Didn't hear it until near,
"Great news of Datong! Great news of Datong!"

The old man next to Zhang Cong gave up his books and ran to the railing on the second floor. He was as surprised as an old urchin. Crazy. Singing in the daytime requires drinking too much, and the company of youth can return home! Daming has won again!"

Zhang Cong also laughed, and went forward to help the old man, because the old guy was shouting at the top of his voice, and his figure was a little unstable. He was really a crazy old man.

"Back then, Du Fu, the great poet, declined through the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, but when I returned to Lingye, I returned to prosperity through decline! Fortunately, I am very lucky! I am so happy to meet this great event, how can I not sing about it with poems?"

The spirit of a literati is closely related to the quality of the world.

In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, most of the poems written by poets were magnificent, and they themselves had lofty aspirations, as Du Fu obviously did.

At the beginning, when he wrote his ambition, he called it "will be the top of the mountain, and see all the small mountains at a glance", and when he wrote about the war horse, he called it "there is no space to go, it is really worthy of life and death."Xiaoteng has such a thing, thousands of miles can run wild! '.

It can be seen that a strong national power and territorial expansion can arouse the pride of the people, so even scholars are eager to fight the enemy.

But after the Anshi Rebellion, what did Du Fu write?
'The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. '

Inside the city, the vegetation is deep, and the dilapidated appearance after the turn from prosperity to decline is shocking.

It is written that I met my old friend Li Guinian, and it is called "I often see it in King Qi's house, Cui Jiutang has heard of it several times before".

Back then, he and Li Guinian were under King Qi's sect, and it was a moment of glory, but what about now?The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is no longer there, and there are no eggs under the overturned nest. He wandered around by himself, and Li Guinian also fled to the south of the Yangtze River.

The two old men got together, looking back at the past, and looking at the present, they really wanted to cry.

Even now, the Japanese wrote the book "The Japanese Can Say No" in 1989, the apex.Afterwards, it was all abandoned houses.

Therefore, the emotions and self-confidence of the people are directly related to the prosperity of the country.
Now that the capital suddenly heard the good news from thousands of miles away, the scholars naturally cheered up all at once.

However, young people are somewhat frivolous, and it is probably the old people who have experienced years of precipitation before they can better understand what the word strong is.

Zhang Cong looked at the old man as happy as a child,
He spread his books and splashed ink,
Thick brush, fall is a song:
After several separations and reunions in Shenzhou, the mountains and rivers have returned, and thousands of miles have been ordered by the king to kill millions of soldiers!

This poem is too murderous.

Zhang Cong said in his heart, this is just an old man. If he is really a young man, he might have to give up his pen and join the army and collect the fifty states of Guanshan!

And this is writing, and in the guild hall over there, there are still people who read Xin Qiji's words, saying, "A man is so determined!"Look at the test hand, mend the sky crack! '

All crazy, all crazy.

……

The palace was not much better.

It was the first time for Zhu Houzhao to walk out of Qianqing Palace in front of the report. The wind blew the corner of his dragon robe backwards, and behind him was a group of old officials. Some people with bad legs had to support them, and they dared not stop following. On the emperor.

A group of people hurried, the momentum is not small.

When the emperor walked up to the marble steps, the Ming soldiers in military uniforms knelt down with their knees bent and raised their hands above their heads.

Zhu Houzhao took the report, flipped it open, and glanced at it quickly. Once he was sure, the excitement in his heart could no longer be restrained. Holding the report with one hand, he turned to face his courtiers.
"The Great Ming Dynasty will always exist, and the sun, moon, mountains and rivers will always exist!!"

(End of this chapter)