The scholars who participated in the scientific expedition took to the streets to complain and stop sedan chairs to express their grievances, which immediately became a hot topic in the capital. In less than two hours, it was already abuzz, and no one knew about it.
Others may not believe the good things in the world.
But if something bad happens, even if it is just a clue, it will become more and more evil as it spreads.
The city was full of wind and rain, and people on the streets, whether they were traffickers or soldiers, were all spitting about the dirty tricks of this imperial examination.
Those berserk scholars went to the doors of the important officials of the dynasty to kowtow and cry out for their grievances. The servants did not dare to do anything. They reported to Yingtian Mansion, and the people of Yingtian Mansion did not dare to take care of them.
Only people from various guild halls followed the scholars helplessly and anxiously, begging grandpa and grandma to let them go back.
Most people don't want to, don't dare, or don't want to take care of things like this. The scholars complained for a day, and the officials who were blocked all talked nonsense, but had no intention of coming forward.
However, Ling Han, the inspector Yushi Baozhao, the minister of punishment Xia Shu and others not only verbally agreed to the scholars, but also took the scholars who complained to their homes.
What is even more surprising is that the old noble families were also involved in this matter. Most of the failed Fengyang princes lived directly in the homes of Wu Dinghou and Song Guogong.
However, the methods of handling problems between civil and military forces are very different.
Ling Han reorganized the examination room at home, while the nobles held a banquet to eat, drink and have fun.
Xi'an Street, Cross Lane, and the backyard of the Ling family mansion.
The original garden was now brightly lit, filled with tables and chairs, and filled with scholars writing furiously.
Ling Han, the veteran minister, Lian Zining, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, Baozhao, the censor, Xia Shu, the minister of general administration, Ru Yu, the censor of the General Affairs Department, and Ren Hengtai, the censor of the supervisory department, etc., were all sitting in the garden with frowns on their faces.
Ling Han and Xia Shu were both from Henan, Ru Jin was from Hunan, Ren Hengtai was from Hubei, Lian Zining was from Jiangxi, Zheng Ci was from Fujian, and Ru Jin was from Shanxi.
Qi Lin, the editor of the Hanlin Academy behind them, is also from Jiangxi, and Lu Yuanzhi, the young minister of Taichang Temple, is from Zhejiang, and his mother is a former Hanlin bachelor who is now in charge of Qintian Prison and one of the teachers of the current emperor.
Fang Xiaoru's biological aunt.
In the flower hall, there are more than a dozen officials with different origins and different official positions. But they all have one characteristic: they are hard-working officials in the DPRK.
These people were all staring at the scholars who were rewriting articles under the lights in the garden, their faces ashen.
"Today I want to see how bad the knowledge of these scholars is, and they didn't win any of them!" Ling Han said coldly, his face covered with frost, holding a cold tea bowl.
Ru Yu thought about it, "What if they really did unsatisfactory results in the exam?"
"Whether they are my fellow countrymen or not, they must be brought to justice." Ling Han continued to say coldly, "As a scholar of the country, you should be punished if you slander the imperial examination and cause trouble collectively!"
"Then if so, their articles are not bad?" Xia Shu asked from the side.
Ling Han smiled, "Then I will give them an explanation even if I don't have the official hat on my head!" He said, sneered again, "Anyway, in private, they call me Ling Tietou. Even though I am old, Tietou is still the same.
Can knock over those impersonal things!"
Ren Hengtai, the censor, pondered for a moment, "But the article is almost the same. If the examiner chooses the one that suits his wish, others can't argue with it." After saying that, he paused and said, "The student thinks that this matter should be discussed slowly and in the long term.
Come on, sir, don’t be impatient!"
He was a Jinshi in the 18th year of Hongwu. Ling Han's qualifications were much older than his. Moreover, when he took the imperial examination, Ling Han was his examiner. That's why he called Ling Han his student.
"Humph! Are you afraid?" Ling Han's eyes widened, "Liu Sanwu, those few bachelors, and those people from the Hanlin Academy, their tails have reached the sky in the past few years. But they taught the emperor back then, so they regarded him as the emperor's teacher.
Self-proclaimed!"
"Since the emperor ascended the throne, he has been writing all day long about things that are taken for granted and not practical!" Ling Han continued, "We all studied and passed the imperial examination. It is true to rely on the teachings of the saints to govern the world, but we can blindly rely on the saints.
What has become of the world through doctrine?"
"Those people ask themselves if they are gentlemen, but whoever is different from them is not a gentleman? What they say is right, but what others say is wrong. I have long disliked them!"
"If I want to put it bluntly, we all passed the exam. Over the years, we have gone to various parts of the country to preside over provincial exams and invigilated the national exams in Beijing. Can we not tell the difference between the articles in the exam?"
"To select scholars based on one's own preferences is a big mistake! The purpose of selecting scholars for the country is to select scholars for the Ming Dynasty. It is not to select a bunch of scholars for them who think the same as them and are just like them!"
After Ling Han's words, there was silence in the flower hall.
Lian Zining cupped his hands and said, "The boss is public-minded, but the subordinates are ashamed!"
"You usually don't like to mess with those bookworms, and you like to do practical things. That's why I think so highly of you!" Ling Han looked at him and suddenly smiled, "You, the minister of the Ministry of Industry in charge of minting, don't like those who like to recite poems and compose poems.
My fellow countrymen like it!”
Lian Zining lowered his head and smiled without retorting.
At this time, the housekeeper came over with several papers and said, "Sir, someone has handed in the paper!"
"Yeah!" Ling Han nodded and took it, looked at it, "The writing is pretty good, there are shadows of the Wei stele!" He said, then looked down, especially carefully, "This is the paper of Liu Hansong, a fellow scholar from my hometown.
"
"After he failed, some people said that the format of his policy discussion was wrong. Can you see what's wrong with the format?"
"Besides, the format is for articles on classics and meanings. The sage's theory should be based on quotations from the classics and pay attention to annotations. For policy essays, the test is pragmatism. What format is needed? Is it possible that we usually write memorials to the emperor in a formal way?"
As he said that, he continued to look down and said loudly, "Look at this, the Zhou and Tang Dynasties emphasized the external emphasis and the internal emphasis, and the Qin and Wei Dynasties each have their own opinions!"
"In the beginning of his volume, he takes the imperial dynasty as an example, saying that the local vassal kings hold heavy troops. Although they can stabilize the frontiers, it is only temporary, probably because the vassal kings are hereditary wealth!"
"The military power in the world should be centralized and placed under the Ministry of War, and should be coordinated and managed uniformly!"
"Is there anything wrong with this article?" Ling Han slapped the paper on the stone table.
The surrounding officials all stood up and gathered around to watch.
"When the emperor ascended the throne, I reported to the emperor. The military power of the Ming Dynasty is in the hands of the vassal princes and the governor of the Fifth Army, but not in the Ministry of War. The Ministry of War is like a housekeeper who serves Uncle Qiu Ba. It only gives things and does nothing else.
It has no control over it. Even the Ministry of War cannot make the final decision on the promotion of generals above fifth rank!"
"Return the military power of the world to the Ministry of War, remove the dross and retain the essence, so that it can last long! Look how old this scholar is, and he is thinking of joining this old man like me!"
"If I were to be the chief examiner, based on this policy, this person should be chosen!"
Ren Hengtai read the paper carefully for a long time and then said, "Whether it is good writing or policy analysis, there is no problem. The writing style is simple and easy to understand, and it is clear at a glance. If you say first, second, and second, students dare not say it. But I won the third and middle."
, there should be no problem!”
"Look, that's what you said when you were a prostitute!" Ling Han said angrily.
"However, the writing style is not pleasing to the eye!" Ren Hengtai sighed, "The imperial examinations today are very different from those of the students. In those days, the imperial examinations were based on practicality, but now the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and it is beautiful!"
"Bullshit!" Ling Han said angrily, "The more peaceful the country is and the people are, the more pragmatic officials must be!!" He said, and said angrily, "It is obvious that those who grade the papers are based on their own likes and dislikes, and their writing style is simple and unsophisticated.
I only want those that look good and sound good, and I have lost my sense of fairness!"
"Humph!" When he said this, the corners of Ling Han's eyes twitched, "The Hanlin Imperial Examiner Zhang Xin and the Imperial Examiner Dai Yi were all admitted when I was an examiner. If I had been based on my own likes and dislikes at that time,
How can those of them succeed?"
At this time, more and more scholars handed in papers.
These officials were in the flower hall, holding lamps and watching at night.
The more he looked, the more solemn his face became.
"This article is not bad. It talks about the country from the countryside. It is not like the rhetoric of other candidates, but more like the various aspects of people's livelihood written by a small official who has been an official for many years." Censor Baozhao said, holding a paper,
"It's just that the handwriting at the back is a little too hasty and my writing power is not strong enough!"
Ling Han looked over again and saw a name written on the paper, "Han Kezhong!"
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