When we crossed the river, there were already dark clouds, and it even started pouring rain on the Yanziji Pier.
Not long after Qin Wang Shizi came ashore, the heavy rain started from the south bank of the Yangtze River to the north of the Yangtze River. Qin Wang Shizi, who was walking behind, was immediately drenched.
Gu Gao, Wu Yingji and others were at the end.
"Quick, find a place to take shelter from the rain!" Wu Yingji closed the folding fan in his hand and ran towards the official road.
Upon hearing Wu Yingji's greeting, Fang Yizhi, Gu Gao, Maoxiang and other young masters, as well as the fellow disciples from poor families, fled away one after another, preparing to seek shelter from the rain in the woods beside the official road.
However, as soon as these scholars dispersed, dozens of knights rushed over.
"Hey, can you give me a ride? Thanks." Gu Gao didn't know what was going on, but he actually took the initiative to greet these Yiding, hoping that they could take him for a while.
This will save you from getting wet for a while.
They got along quite well with the Yiding when they were in Nanjing.
As a result, as soon as Gu Gao finished speaking, the Yiding who was rushing in front had already whipped his horse whip, and there was a "bang" sound, and a bloody mark appeared on Gu Gao's face instantly.
Gu Gao was completely stunned by this sudden heavy blow and humiliation.
Gu Gao grew up in fine clothes and fine food, but had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Not only Gu Gao, but also young masters like Fang Yizhi, Wu Yingji and others were also instantly stunned.
Several young men from aristocratic families were like this, not to mention those from poor families, all of them were dumbfounded.
"All go back!" Dozens of barbarians guarded both sides of the official road. The leading barbarian general shouted loudly, "Anyone who dares to run around again will be whipped twenty times! Go back!"
Under the scolding of Yi Ding, the poor men were the first to return to officialdom.
Gu Gao, Wu Yingji and other young masters were still standing beside the official road.
"Are you deaf?" Yi Ding pointed his riding whip at Gu Gao and other young masters, and shouted loudly, "Go back to the official road and continue marching. Not to mention it raining, even if there are knives falling from the sky, I will continue marching!"
"It's an insult to gentlemen, it's an insult to gentlemen!" Gu Gao said angrily, "I want to accuse you guys before the Holy One!"
"You want to accuse us to the Holy Emperor?" The leading Yi general slowly pulled out the steel knife from his waist and said coldly, "Okay, I will carry your head to see the Holy Emperor!"
Gu Gao couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Because from General Yi's cold eyes, Gu Gao felt the undisguised murderous intent.
Obviously, if he dares to say no again at this time, he will be killed immediately.
Wu Yingji and other young masters also discovered this, and hurriedly rushed forward to support Gu Gao and walked back. At the same time, he repeatedly said to the Yi general: Sir, calm down, we will go back to the road.
Gu Gao's face turned green and white for a while, and he was really scared, so he let Wu Yingji and the others carry him away.
But at the same time, I also made up my mind in my heart that when I camped tonight, I would definitely accuse these barbarians to the Holy One. These barbarians just don’t know my Chinese etiquette and dare to abuse our scholars like this! Damn it!
The Yi general saw through Gu Gao's thoughts and said in a humming voice: "You still want to accuse me with the Holy Lord? Go ahead and sue him, but don't forget to report my name to the Holy Lord. My name is Meng Ketu!"
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This heavy rain not only hit Gu Gao and other young men from aristocratic families.
Even Chongzhen was caught in the rain and did not take shelter.
This is the army. Just as Meng Ketu said to Gu Gao and the others, let alone raining when they are marching, they have to march as usual even if there are knives falling from the sky!
However, the invisible and intangible enemies should not be underestimated either.
"Fu Shan, come here." Chongzhen waved to Fu Shan to come to him.
Fu Shan, who was marching barefoot with cloth shoes on his back, quickly trotted forward.
"Your Majesty." Fu Shan bowed his hands and asked, "What are your instructions?"
Chongzhen asked with a smile: "I asked you to choose doctors from among the diligent princes and scholars. How did you do?"
"Replying to your Majesty," Fu Shan replied, "I have selected more than 300 people from many diligent scholars. These scholars may have family backgrounds, or have dabbled in medicinal herbs, and all have a certain foundation in medical herbal medicine."
"Okay." Chongzhen nodded happily, "From now on, these more than 300 people will be under your control."
"Ah?" Fu Shan was stunned when he heard this. Now he will become an official. The Imperial Hospital will judge?
"Yes, from now on you will be the judge of the Taiyuan Hospital." Chongzhen nodded and said, "These more than three hundred scholars will be the imperial doctors of the Taiyuan Hospital and the military medical officers of the scholar camp."
"Scholar camp? Military medical officer?"
Fu Shan felt a little confused at this moment.
What kind of camp is the scholar camp? What kind of officer is the military medical officer?
But Chongzhen ordered: "Now I will give you a task. Immediately go to the nearby market town to purchase herbs to prevent or cure colds in case of emergency."
"I accept the decree." Fu Shan finally reacted.
After a while, Fu Shan hurriedly left the brigade with more than 300 soldiers.
After watching Fu Shan and other scholars leave, Chongzhen turned his attention to the official road again.
I saw more than 6,000 Qinwang scholars lined up in a marching column several miles long, marching in the heavy rain under the supervision and scolding of 800 Yiding.
At this time, we can see the difference between the children of aristocratic families and those from poor families.
Although the children from poor families were also working hard, they were generally able to cope with it. Like Fu Shan, they all took off their cloth shoes and hung them around their necks, and walked forward barefoot, so the walking was not very strenuous.
However, most of the children of those aristocratic families wore leather boots and did not want to go barefoot. Then, when the water entered the water, it became very heavy. One foot was stuck in the mud for a long time and could not be pulled out. Therefore, it was very difficult for everyone to walk, and they were not careful.
He would fall into a mud pit, and when he got up again he would be covered in mud and water, which was extremely embarrassing.
Gu Gao, Wu Yingji and the others were like this, their lungs were almost exploding with anger.
This was far from the march north they had expected.
Their expected journey north would involve thousands of scholars reciting poems and composing poems, traveling around the mountains and rivers, drinking wine, and arriving in Xuzhou. It would be better if there would be a famous prostitute singing a song for them.
However, reality dealt them a cruel blow.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How can there be any poetry and poetry writing, and no traveling around the mountains and rivers?
I don’t even know where the legendary National Disaster Troupe is?
Some were just marching in the rain, and some were just stuck in the mud.
Gu Gao suddenly felt regretful. Maybe he should have listened to Hou Fangyu and the others?
But Fang Yizhi kept encouraging Gu Gao and the others: "Hold on, if those poor people can do it, we can do it too. I don't believe it anymore. Will we still lose to them?"
While speaking through gritted teeth, Fang Yizhi simply took off his leather boots.
Then he followed the example of a poor man and tied his leather boots around his neck with a straw rope.
As he was walking, Leng Buding was tapped on the shoulder, and a voice sounded from behind: "Brother Mi."
When Fang Yizhi looked back anxiously, he saw Zheng Sen chasing after him. He saw that Zheng Sen, like him, took off his leather boots and hung them around his neck, walking barefoot, so he was quite relaxed.
"Brother Damu." Fang Yizhi bowed to Zheng Sen.
In fact, Zheng Sen, Chen Zhenhui and the rest of the society are not welcome to see them.
This involves a chain of contempt. Chen Zhenhui and Gu Gao's parents or ancestors are all serious civil servants, and they are also true officials' children. What the hell is Zheng Zhilong? Does he deserve to be compared with their parents and ancestors? Zheng Zhilong does not deserve to be compared with theirs.
Even if their fathers and grandfathers were talking about it together, Zheng Sen would not be able to get into their eyes.
Among these aristocratic families, the only exception is Fang Yizhi.
Fang Yizhi has no sense of being a disciple. Instead, he is interested in some strange knowledge and things. For example, recently, he has become obsessed with the Red Yi Galen Ship.
Whenever I have time, I can ask Zheng Sen about this or that.
Now the two men discussed the sails on Galen's ship.
"Brother Damu, you said the sails on Hongyi Galen's ship don't have a bamboo pole frame?" Fang Yizhi was a little confused. "Without a bamboo pole frame to hold up the sail, how can it move in the wind?"
"Really not." Zheng Sen said, "Hongyi Galen ships generally have four masts. The two main masts in the front are hung with horizontal sails, which are rectangular sails, and the two jib masts in the back are hung with triangular sails. They can also sail in the wind.
Its speed is no slower than the Ming Dynasty sailing ship, and its steering flexibility is even better, which is really puzzling."
Fang Yizhi said: "I'll have to meet him when I have time."
If you don't understand this principle, your wisdom will be uncomfortable.
To put it bluntly, this young man still retains the childlike innocence of his childhood.
When encountering something or an object that he doesn't understand, he has to ask why. If by chance no one can answer it, he will try his best to solve it until he understands the problem.
However, Fang Yizhi’s goal of seeking knowledge is only to understand the context.
For example, for a sailing ship, he only needs to know that the sailing ship of the Galenic sailing ship really does not have a bamboo frame, and then he will roughly describe the sails and the jib of the Galenic sailing ship, and the problem will be solved.
As for the fluid mechanics involved in the sail, as well as the reaction force of wind and seawater on the keel, the superposition of the two forces can produce a resultant force that allows the sailboat to travel against the wind. Fang Yizhi has no interest in continuing to study it in depth. To put it bluntly, Fang Yizhi
The wise pursuit of knowledge only seeks to know what is, not why.
While he was talking, the sky gradually darkened.
Gu Gao, who had long been exhausted, fell to the ground and gasped: "I'm hungry, I can't walk anymore."
Wu Yingji wiped the rain off his face, looked up at the sky and said, "It's night, it's time to eat."
The surrounding disciples of aristocratic families and poor scholars also hoped that the Holy One would issue an edict to allow them to camp and make fires to cook food, because now they were tired, hungry, and cold, and they really couldn't walk.
Unfortunately, what he was waiting for was not the order to set up camp and light fires and cook meals.
Amidst the sound of horse hooves, a group of barbarians ran in the opposite direction from the official road, splashing a lot of mud.
When the Yi Ding passed by, a cold edict spread throughout the officialdom: "The Holy One has decreed that because Xuzhou is in a critical situation, the Qin Prince's scholars must march all night until the time of the emperor's arrival! They are not allowed to stay in the camp until the emperor's hour!"
"Ah?" Wu Yingji and other children from the aristocratic family were dumbfounded.
The children from poorer families walked forward silently.
