Chapter 426: The stupid bird wont fly, let the child fly
In the evening, Zhao Kuo brought all An Ning's family over and had a meal in the palace to celebrate and welcome the New Year.
After the establishment of the county system, An Ning's father was promoted from the magistrate of Lingshou County to the magistrate of Julu County. With his own ability and the relationship of his daughter, it was natural for him to be promoted.
Zhao Kuo does not refuse to have a relationship, but the prerequisite is that he is capable, not to say that he is superior to others, at least there cannot be an obvious gap.
An Ning also has a younger brother and a younger sister, both of whom are studying at Handan College. Handan College also accepts girls, but only nobles send their daughters to study, and most of them are concubines.
For their legitimate daughters, nobles have their own way of raising them.
The college's requirements for women are also more relaxed, and there are no assessments. As long as they don't do anything excessive, almost no one will care about them.
This group of beautiful women has become the most beautiful scenery of Handan College.
The next day, Zhao Kuo called Zhao Sheng and Lian Po and drove to the military camp in the north of the city.
There are four military camps outside Handan City, where Zhao Feiqi, Xuanjia Army, Shesheng Camp, and Zhao Hebei Army are stationed respectively.
The military camp of the Great Wall Guards is not here, but in Dai County. The military camp of the Guards is in the city.
"Meet the king." As soon as the carriage arrived outside the military camp, but before it got close to the military camp, a tall knight came out and said excitedly, clasping his fists.
From a long distance, he recognized it as the King's bicycle frame.
"Huo, it's you." Zhao Kuo stuck his head out and recognized the knight in front of him.
"Your Majesty, this is the last general." Huo didn't expect that Zhao Kuo would still remember him, and he was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.
"Yes, I remember that you captured Qin general Sima Jin in the battle of Changping, and killed a Huns general of ten thousand in the battle of Hetao?" Zhao Kuo said.
"Yeah." Huo nodded solemnly.
"Work hard and try to get a fiefdom for your son. When the time comes, I will give you a place with a yield of five stones per acre." Zhao Kuomai got out of the car and patted Huo's shoulder.
"Thank you so much, Your Majesty." Huo was so excited that his whole body trembled.
Although there was no area in the entire Central Plains that could produce five stones per hour, Huo never doubted Zhao Kuo. If the king said it could be done, it would definitely be possible.
"Lead the way." Zhao Kuo did not continue riding, but entered the military camp on foot.
As for checking the seals, there were no military symbols or anything like that. Zhao Kuo could enter the military camp by just swiping his face, and no one could stop him.
As soon as he took a few steps into the military camp, Zhao Kuo heard shouts of killing coming from inside.
"It's Chinese New Year and Zhao Feiqi is still training?" Zhao Kuo asked.
"Your Majesty, General Yan Ju said that you can either study or train. Choose one of the two. After everyone studied for a long time, they all came back to train..." Huo scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.
"Don't you like reading?" Zhao Kuo frowned. He once asked many soldiers if they would be willing to let him read and write if given the opportunity. Almost everyone said yes.
So starting from last year, Zhao Kuo arranged for teachers to teach them how to read and write. The Military Spirit Legion once every three days, and the other legions once every seven days. Everyone must participate.
Among them, those with outstanding performance were sent to Handan College to continue their studies.
"I like it. We are very grateful that the king can give us this opportunity to at least let us know how to write our name. But... we may not be the material. After studying for most of the day, I only remembered how to write my own name, and still
Some people don't even remember their own names," Huo said.
Most of them were digging in the soil before joining the army. How could they not envy the aristocrats who spoke volumes and had poems in their belly? They dreamed of becoming such people.
I didn’t have the opportunity before, but now I can’t learn even if I have the opportunity.
How can the hand that holds a knife and a gun every day be able to hold the writing pen firmly?
"Then have you thought about the future? If you don't study now, even if you get a fief in the future, who will govern it? Even if you don't get a fief, with your strength, you can still get a lot of land and money. If you can't manage it properly, even if you don't get a fief, you can get a lot of land and money.
No matter how much money you have, it will be lost sooner or later." Zhao Kuo asked.
"The general has thought about this problem a long time ago. Anyway, no matter how much family property the general earns, he will leave it to his son, as long as the son can do it. So the general sent Quan Zi to Handan College to study. The bad boy learned everything at the beginning
No, I beat him as soon as he got home, and now his grades are already in the middle." Huo said proudly.
Zhao Sheng glanced at Huo in surprise, but he didn't expect that the other person looked stupid and had some ideas.
"Everyone...thinks like you?" Zhao Kuo looked at Huo with a strange look and didn't know what to say.
We are all stupid birds, some choose to fly first? Some are unable to fly and let the children fly?
But this is understandable. As parents, we definitely hope that our children can be capable and surpass themselves.
"No, some people learn faster and continue to learn." Huo shook his head.
"Your Majesty, why don't we make it voluntary for those below five hundred, and make it compulsory for those below five hundred to read and write? There is no need for command for those below five hundred, and it doesn't really matter whether they are literate or not." Zhao Sheng suggested. "That's okay.
Save a lot of teaching staff and distribute them to various colleges."
"That's fine." Zhao Kuo thought for a while and nodded.
The reason why he let his soldiers read and write was to give everyone a chance to change their destiny, but he had to admit that some people were not talented in this, and they were getting older and their learning ability began to decline.
Compared with reading and literacy, they may be more suitable to seek fame on the battlefield.
After entering the military camp, the shouts of killing became even louder, and accompanied by the sound of galloping cavalry, the earth trembled.
"General Yan Ju pays homage to the king." After Yan Ju saw Zhao Kuo, he rushed over from a distance to salute, but the training did not stop.
"General Yan, please rise." Zhao Kuo said.
In front of them is a huge training ground with endless sight, where the cavalry can run and charge to their heart's content.
Standing on the platform, you can overlook the entire training ground. Four thousand cavalry are divided into two teams and charge from a distance.
The knights hold the bow in one hand and the reins in the other, staring straight ahead. Their buttocks are not sitting on the saddle, but in a half-crouched posture. No matter how the horse runs, the lower body is always adjusted, and the upper body remains motionless.
The two teams each passed a moving target wall. All the soldiers raised their bows and set arrows at the same time. Four thousand arrows were shot at the target at the same time, and not a single arrow missed the target.
The knights did not stop, but charged forward. When the distance was less than 500 meters, both sides opened their bows and nocked arrows at the same time. The arrows with the arrows removed were shot at each other at the same time. After three rounds of volleys, both sides fired again.
At the same time, he put away his long bow, took out his scimitar from his horse bag, and slashed at the opponent.
"Poof!" A knight blocked the opponent's attack and pushed back with his backhand. The scimitar slid down and slashed towards the opponent's arm. Even though the opponent responded in time, a piece of flesh was still cut off.
"Training with real swords and guns?" Zhao Sheng said in surprise.
In just one breath, he saw seven or eight people thrown off their horses and carried to the side for treatment.