News of the Hunhe victory was spreading to all directions of the Ming Dynasty at an alarming speed.
Not far from Tianmu Mountain to the southeast is Tiantai Mountain. Li Bai once wrote a magnificent poem, "Tianmu stretches to the sky and stretches across the sky, stretching out the five mountains and covering Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted to the southeast."
In accordance with the decree issued by Chongzhen, the students of the Imperial College have begun their first training.
While the Xu family father and son were going to the ancestral tomb mountain to pay homage to their ancestors, a group of students from the Imperial College were marching overnight under the leadership of their instructor Chen Zizhuang. Because snow had fallen in the mountains and the rugged mountain roads were slippery, the students were complaining incessantly.
From time to time, students fall down on the road, and when they get up, their noses and faces are bruised and swollen.
"Sir, the mountain road is slippery and difficult to navigate. If you are not careful, you may fall off the cliff. Otherwise, why don't you choose a place to camp?"
"Yes, sir, I spent the whole day cracking firewood for the people in the mountains, and I am really exhausted. Not only do my legs feel like they are filled with lead, but my upper and lower eyelids are also fighting. I feel really sleepy.
"
"No, if you can't bear even this little suffering, how can you become a pillar in the future?"
But Chen Zizhuang flatly refused: "Have you forgotten Mencius's articles? Therefore, when heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to this person, he must first suffer his mind, work his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body... Give them all to me
back!"
The student can only continue to recite: "The actions of others have messed up their actions, so they have been tempted to endure things, which has helped them to do what they couldn't..."
Carrying the articles written by the sages, imagining the hardships the sages put in to seek knowledge, and imagining the scholar camp following the saints deep into the Dabie Mountains in the snowy and cold weather, I really felt much more relaxed.
Near midnight, more than 500 teachers and students finally arrived at Tiantai Academy in Huading.
The academy did not know in advance that students from the Imperial College would come to study, and the academy did not have so many buildings and could not accommodate so many students. The principal immediately felt very embarrassed.
Chen Zizhuang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Shan, I'll just stay under the eaves."
More than 500 teachers and students kept their word and took off their bedding and slept under the eaves of the study room.
Before dawn the next day, Chen Zizhuang and his students got up early to weed the academy, repair the damaged walls, and even clean up the broken tiles on the roof.
The courtyard is also kept clean.
The water tank in the kitchen is also filled with water.
The mountain chief was so ashamed that he quickly ordered his students to cook hot meals for Chen Zizhuang and other teachers and students.
However, Chen Zizhuang politely declined the teacher's kindness and led the students to eat the dry food they brought with them. The dry food was of the same shape, including black bean paste and rice with coarse salt cubes. There was nothing else.
Even when he was teaching Chen Zizhuang, he ate the same as his students.
After breakfast, Chen Zizhuang took his students to work again.
This time, the assistance targets have been expanded to the people in the mountains.
Chopping firewood and carrying water, repairing houses, paving bridges and building roads, they will be there wherever the people are in trouble, and they do not receive any compensation or any entertainment from the people.
Many people felt sorry for him and killed chickens and geese in order to entertain him.
As a result, they were all sternly rejected by Chen Zizhuang and other teachers and students.
But one thing remained, and that was the reputation of the Imperial Academy’s Shiziying.
Needless to say, this is what Chongzhen did deliberately and wanted to copy the story of another army. Chongzhen did not expect to completely copy the style of that army, but even just learning three points of skills would be of endless use.
In any case, this can at least shorten the distance between the scholar camp and the common people.
Towards evening, Chen Zizhuang gathered his students and prepared to go to the next village.
However, at this moment, a messenger hurriedly caught up and handed a letter to Chen Zizhuang.
After reading the letter, Chen Zizhuang was overjoyed. He immediately stood on a high place on the roadside and said loudly: "Students, I have great news for you."
"My Ming Dynasty won a great victory in Liaodong!"
"The military department was in trouble. Xu Yingwei led more than 25,000 new troops and more than 5,000 Korean troops on the south bank of the Hun River. They encountered an army of hundreds of thousands of slaves, horse and infantry. After a day and night of fierce fighting, the formation killed more than 12,000 people.
More than 8,000 people were captured alive!"
Hearing this, the students who gathered around suddenly cheered, and their blood boiled with excitement.
"Classmates, less than four years ago, Xu Gijian was just a student in the county school like you." Chen Zizhuang waved his fist and said passionately, "However, today, he is already a general leading tens of thousands of troops.
, and achieved an unprecedented victory on the south bank of the Hun River, and has grown into a war god of the Ming Dynasty that is not inferior to Xu Da, Chang Yuchun and other founders!"
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After a pause, Chen Zizhuang said in a more serious tone: "Students, don't be afraid of hardship, let alone being tired. Let us follow Xu Gijian's example and forge ahead. In the near future, you will also become the commander of the army.
Generals on the battlefield, you will also grow into the pillars of the country like Xu Ji admonished!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty, learn from Xu Gijian!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty, learn from Xu Gijian!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty, learn from Xu Gijian!"
The students cheered in unison.
…
In Quanzhou Prefecture, Fujian, a group of students from the Daming Naval Academy were marching among the hilly terraces.
Walking among this group of students was none other than Zheng Zhilong, the Duke of Fujian in the Ming Dynasty.
After Zheng Zhilong returned to Nanjing from Liaodong, he did not even go back to his residence. He went directly to the Naval Academy to organize students to come to Fujian for training.
Fujian is famous for its barren land, many mountains and few fields.
That’s why there is a saying that when the land is barren, pines and cypresses are planted, and the poor children study.
Zheng Zhilong brought the students from the Naval Academy to Quanzhou Prefecture this time. Firstly, he wanted to make the students of the Naval Academy endure hardship. Secondly, he wanted to benefit the elders in his hometown and took this opportunity to build some terraces in his hometown.
As a result, as soon as he brought the students ashore, the prefect of Quanzhou came to greet them.
Zheng Zhilong had many contacts with Chongzhen and was influenced by Chongzhen.
Therefore, the officials in Quanzhou did not welcome the greetings and send-offs very much.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But Zheng Zhilong was really wronged this time, and the prefect of Quanzhou made a special trip to express his congratulations.
"The Duke of Fujian, I am here to express my special congratulations." Quanzhou prefect said, "The air force led by the Duke assisted Xu Gijian in defeating Jiannu in the Battle of Hunhe River. He beheaded more than 12,000 people and captured 8,000 alive.
The rest!"
"What did you say?" Zheng Zhilong said anxiously, "The result of the Liaodong War?"
"Yes, the results are out." The prefect of Quanzhou nodded vigorously and said, "Our army has achieved a great victory!"
"Where's the Tang newspaper? Quickly show the Tang newspaper to the prince." Zheng Zhilong stretched out his hand hurriedly, and the Quanzhou magistrate quickly handed the Tang newspaper to Zheng Zhilong.
After reading the Tang newspaper, Zheng Zhilong sighed and said: "The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is really to be feared."
"You are indeed a formidable young man." The prefect of Quanzhou said with a flattering look, "Young Master has made such great achievements at such a young age. His achievements in the future will be limitless. It is not difficult to compare with Kaiping in Zhongshan."
Xu Da, King of Zhongshan, and Chang Yuchun, King of Kaiping, were the founding fathers of the Ming Dynasty.
"Well, I am talking about Xu Yingwei." Zheng Zhilong waved his hand and said, "A stubborn dog may not be able to become a great weapon, but Xu Yingwei is brave and resourceful. He is really the God of War in the Ming Dynasty. I may not be able to become a capital before the Kaiping Festival in Zhongshan.
Down."
"This..." The prefect of Quanzhou suddenly felt embarrassed that he had slapped the horse on the leg.
After Zheng Zhilong finished speaking, he took the students from the Naval Academy and left.
Only the prefect of Quanzhou and a group of subordinate officials were left in a mess in the wind.
…
In Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, Wu Youxing, deputy dean of Daming Medical College, is leading more than 300 students to conduct a free clinic. He has set up a stall in front of the gate of Gongyuan by the East Lake.
All people of the Ming Dynasty, whether they are dignitaries or businessmen, can come for consultation without taking any money.
When the people of Nanchang Prefecture heard about this, they came from all over the country to seek medical advice from Wu Youxing and his students. Today is already the third day, and the originally deserted Gongyuan Street has turned into a busy market.
Ma Shiqi, the prefect of Nanchang, and a group of subordinate officials also accompanied him all the time.
Ma Shiqi was also one of the nine nobles who fled Beijing with Chongzhen.
Because he was excluded by the Donglin Party, he was demoted to Nanchang as the prefect of Fukuo.
Also demoted were Liu Lishun and Wang Wei. Now Liu Lishun has been transferred back to Nanjing by Meng Zhaoxiang to serve as the Zhanshifu Zhanshi. He has been promoted to a third-rank official. It is said that the next step will be to push him into the cabinet. Wang Wei is even more so.
After entering the Ministry of Internal Affairs and becoming a member of the newspaper department, Ma Shiqi was the only one who still remained as the prefect of Nanchang.
Ma Shiqi has a peaceful temperament and does not like the intrigues in the court, so he is happy to stay in the post of prefect. His biggest wish now is to accomplish two things for the people of Nanchang before he becomes official.
The first thing is to ensure that everyone in Nanchang has food to eat, so that no one will starve to death in disaster years.
The specific measure is to introduce and plant a large number of high-yielding crops such as sweet potatoes, cereals and potatoes in mountainous areas. For this matter, he has already established a relationship with Jiangxi Governor Yuan Jixian and is purchasing sweet potato and other seeds from Henan Governor Du Yinxi. They will be available in the spring of next year.
Planted in large quantities in Nanchang.
The second thing is to build a women's and children's hospital in Nanchang.
In this way, Nanchang Prefecture could avoid many maternal deaths every year and preserve many babies and children for the Ming Dynasty.
In this matter, Ma Shiqi originally had no chance. He was even prepared to shamelessly go to Nanjing to ask for help, but he never thought that before setting off, he would encounter Wu Youxing and his entourage.
This is really a big pie falling into the world.
So Ma Shiqi came to Gongyuan Street every day to do some hard work.
"Impossible." Wu Youxing refused as usual, "Mafutai, if you want to set up a hospital in Nanchang, that's no problem, but if you want to recruit people to our medical school, that's impossible. I don't have anyone here to help you."
"Fifty." Ma Shiqi held out five fingers, "Only fifty."
"Impossible." Wu Youxing flatly refused again, "Don't say fifty, not even five."
While he was talking, a small official hurried over and reported to Ma Shiqi: "Master Futai, you have come to report. Our tomorrow's soldiers defeated hundreds of thousands of slaves' horse and foot troops on the south bank of the Hun River, beheading more than 12,000 people.
level, and captured more than 8,000 people. This is actually the greatest victory achieved since the Xuande Dynasty."
