Yuzhu's life is simple and fulfilling. In addition to eating, sleeping, and practicing riding and shooting with Baixing, he also studies and practices calligraphy every day.
At five o'clock in the morning, Yuzhu got up. After Lin Yan'er helped him change clothes and wash up, breakfast was already prepared.
When going out, keep everything simple. It is naturally impossible to prepare a variety of Cantonese-style morning tea outside Jiuhua Academy.
On the dining table, there were several plates of pickles, a few stir-fries, and a large bowl of egg and pork noodles.
Yuzhu sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and happily ate a large bowl of steaming noodles.
After breakfast and sitting for another two-quarters of an hour, Yuzhu got up and went out, heading towards the academy.
Wu Jiang was carrying a cotton bag with double shoulder straps specially made by Yuzhu, which contained commonly used imperial examination books. Wu Sheng carried a glove box containing tea cups and teapots in his left hand, and a three-layer snack box in his right hand, carefully following
Behind Yuzhu.
The three masters and servants walked quickly towards the main entrance of the academy, holding the remaining stars in the sky.
It was about two miles from his residence to the main entrance of the academy, and Yuzhu just thought it was time for him to exercise early.
By the time Yuzhu arrived at the door of Class A, the sound of reading could already be heard in the classroom
Yuzhu walked in and saw that Class A's classroom was almost full.
Good guy, in order to gain fame, become an official and make a fortune, and honor their ancestors, these scholars really work hard.
In the classroom, some people closed their eyes and meditated, some read aloud with books in hand, and some practiced calligraphy silently with pens in hand.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the arrival of Yuzhu, a new classmate.
Maybe someone discovered the strange jade pillar, but no one stood up and asked him, who are you?
Well, this is actually quite good. Everyone is rushing to become a Jinshi, so why waste time?
If there is a destiny, we will intersect. If there is no destiny, the two of us will just have a haha and get over it.
After all, Yuzhu is the soul of an adult. He is used to seeing the harshness of the world and the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and his outlook on friendship has long been extremely mature.
The classwork of Class A was very tight. At 4:00 a.m., Mr. Cha came to the classroom on time and began to explain the meaning of the scriptures.
After Yuzhu listened carefully for two hours, he came to a preliminary conclusion. It was a worthwhile trip.
Mr. Cha's explanations of the meaning of the scriptures often have just the right and appropriate interpretations, which makes one have to admire his knowledge.
No wonder Jiuhua Academy, which has so many talented people, would ask Zha Siting to teach the seeds of Jinshi in Class A.
A class lasts for two hours, with no breaks in between. Students who are really anxious can quietly go to the toilet while Mr. Cha turns his back, which is a more humane arrangement.
When Yuzhu was studying at home, he was alone. He could endure loneliness and sit still completely.
Let alone two hours, even if it was three hours, he could sit on the chair and not move at all.
After finishing school at noon, Yuzhu did not get up and go out immediately. Instead, he held a pen in hand and recorded Mr. Zha's subtle conclusions one by one based on his memory.
"Hey, are you serious? But your handwriting is just average."
Just when Yuzhu was working hard, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Yuzhu looked up and saw a dark-faced scholar, wearing a washed blue coarse cloth jacket, standing next to him.
Since the black-faced scholar is a classmate in the college, no matter what Yuzhu thinks in his heart, he cannot be offended on the surface.
Yuzhu put down the brush in his hand, stood up, bowed his hands in salute, and said politely: "I'm Tong Yuzhu of Shuntian Mansion. Could you please give me your surname?"
"Shuntian Mansion? Tong Yuzhu? Are you a bannerman of the Han Army?" The black-faced scholar frowned. Not only did he not answer Yuzhu's question, but he pressed him about his origin in a vulgar and rude manner.
There is no way, these days, Han people with the surname Tong are really rare in the Jiangnan area, and it is impossible not to attract attention.
Most of the Tong surnames in Shuntian Prefecture are actually the main branch or branch of the Tong Jia family. Yuzhu deliberately omitted the word "Jia", but unexpectedly, the black-faced scholar saw through it at a glance.
After all, family background cannot be hidden from others, and paper cannot cover the fire.
Yuzhu is going to do something earth-shattering. His so-called identity under Manchuria is not only harmless, but also provides him with a strong camouflage.
Win the world with the handle of a knife!
When Kowloon was seizing the throne, the great scholars, the ministers, the ministers, and the ministers of the south study room seemed to have great power, but in fact they were of no use.
The person who really made the decision is Longkodo, who holds the military power. And Longkodo is Yuzhu's biological father, which gives him a lot of room for maneuver.
In his later years, Kangxi was actually extremely arrogant and extravagant. He overhauled his palaces and cultivated melons and plants. He went to Rehe every year to escape the summer heat. He visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, several times to the east of Mount Tai and the west of Mount Wutai. He visited them all, and the entire Qing Dynasty
The national treasury was emptied by him.
By the time Kangxi died, the national silver inventory was already less than five million taels.
If Yongzheng hadn't ascended the throne and extremely violently promoted the reform of sharing the land between the peasants and the gentry, and raising the gentry to pay grain and serve as errands, the Qing Dynasty would probably have perished.
Not to mention anything else, the war between the Qing Dynasty and the Junggar Khanate alone lasted for nearly a century. I want to ask, if we don’t divide the land into acres, where will the money and food come from to fight the war?
Many people don't know how powerful the Junggar Khanate is and think it's just a small country.
In fact, when the Qing Dynasty was at its most dangerous, Junggar Khan Galdan's horseshoes were less than 150 miles away from Forty-Nine City.
At that time, the entire capital was shaken and people were in panic. The fleeing crowds pushed and squeezed, and even hundreds of people were trampled to death.
Among Yongzheng's three major political achievements, the gentry were all required to pay grain and serve as errands. Because it was too detrimental to the interests of the Manchu aristocrats and Han bureaucrats, it was only implemented for thirteen years.
As soon as Qianlong ascended the throne, he abolished the gentry's uniform payment of food and duties, which won over the hearts and minds of the entire ruling class and consolidated the unstable throne.
However, the spread of land among farmers was a great success, allowing the Qing Dynasty to have enough food and military pay to launch a sustained and desperate struggle with the Junggar Khanate.
In fact, Kangxi's vigilance against the Han people was ridiculously high.
If you are not a bannerman, you have no chance to touch the handle of a knife near the capital!
Today, Yuzhu can only successfully gain military power in the capital by using his identity as a bannerman to deceive Kangxi's trust.