The three hundred and seventieth chapter eight directions of talent gathering in Chang'an (1)
In the summer of the year Dinghai, it is Yimao in the fifth month.
Summer is here, and Chang'an City is starting to get hotter.
The aftermath of the late emperor's death gradually dissipated.
Only a few residents of Chang'an would occasionally remember the days when the late emperor was in power.
Now, the people of Chang'an are all attracted by two things.
One of them is that the imperial court issued an edict to re-open the examinations next month. This time, the accrual restrictions are exempted. All scholars or those who consider themselves to be educated people can refer to it, as long as they pass a total of three rounds of examinations.
You can become a glorious Han Dynasty official.
Although the vast majority of people may have to start as an official in Baishi.
However, the scale of enrollment this time will be unprecedentedly large.
According to rumors, this time, the emperor wants to recruit more than 3,000 officials to enrich the yamen and Jiuqing divisions in the counties in Guanzhong.
An obvious omen is that not long ago, the emperor issued an imperial edict and took back the power of all county magistrates in the seventy-two counties of Guanzhong to appoint and remove pavilion chiefs, ministers, officials and tax collectors. From now on, these officials will be
Zhou Yafu, the Taiwei of the Left Prime Minister, Chao Cuo, the imperial censor, Yuan An, the imperial servant, and Tian Shu, the internal historian, jointly discussed the appointment.
Although it is said that many scholars come here for the bright future of the scholars who took the last examination, few are really willing to become local officials or subordinate officials in the yamen.
But for the majority of living beings, children from small and medium-sized landowners, who have no foundation, no background, and no guidance from famous teachers.
It would be great to have an official position!
Why are you still picking and choosing?
Anyway, Chang'an City today is overcrowded.
Descendants of hundreds of families and descendants of aristocratic families who were eyeing the position of the emperor's ministers, as well as grassroots people who could get an official position to report back home or wanted to "gamble", gathered in Chang'an one after another.
For a time, Chang'an City was so big that it was a bit crowded.
Every day, the streets are busy with traffic.
Scholars from all over the world, preparing for the exam, shuttled back and forth, building connections, and using the back door.
As for the grassroots, they also have their own way of survival.
They may shuttle around those disciples of nobles and famous people, flattering and flattering. Those who are ambitious will not refuse the recruitment conditions offered by a noble disciple at a high price, and temporarily work for these guys, or organize copywriting, copy various
Type manuscripts, letters, or do some work for guests and diners.
But more grassroots people are not so lucky.
They could only find a temporary job in Chang'an City and rely on the meager expenses they brought to survive.
Some people persisted, and some had to give up.
However, for everyone, the examination is a sweet dream and an opportunity to change their future prospects in life.
Amidst such commotion, Gongsun Hong came to Chang'an City with two simple salutes.
He raised his eyes and looked around. He saw crowds of people everywhere in Chang'an City.
Vehicles were passing by, and the signboards of each store were fluttering in the wind.
Throughout Chang'an, there were guards and patrolling troops everywhere to maintain order.
"Back then Yanzi said that the city of Linzi sweated like rain and waved its sleeves to block the sun. Today's Chang'an is probably even worse than Linzi back then!" Gongsun Hong praised.
Then, he began to think about it.
"Teacher ordered me to come to Chang'an and seek refuge with Senior Brother Yan Yiyan, the late minister who is today's emperor. But where will Senior Brother Yan live?" Gongsun Hong couldn't help but feel troubled.
Before leaving, he never thought that Chang'an City would be so big.
When he arrived in Chang'an, he realized that this city was indeed the sacred capital of the Han Dynasty, the best city in the world.
It might be difficult to find Yan Yi's home in this huge crowd!
At this time, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.
"Bad luck!" Gongsun Hong shook his head and quickly avoided that person.
Who said that guy was Lu Bushu, a disciple of his uncle Dong Zhongshu?
Gongsun Hong didn't have much respect for his uncle Dong Zhongshu.
"I don't say anything about my strange power, but my uncle has my strange power, so I can't do anything!" At this time, Gongsun Hong was still very upright, and he was very insistent on the truth in his heart.
Gongsun Hong saw that the path taken by Dong Zhongshu to explain history by using the disasters of the Spring and Autumn Period was more than a treason and a blasphemy to the sacred learning!
It’s completely heresy!
Therefore, he disliked Dong Zhongshu, his uncle, and hated him. Even Lu Bushu disliked him and did not want to meet him.
Just by accident, Gongsun Hong bumped into someone.
A middle-aged man in ragged clothes but carrying many bamboo slips on his back.
Gongsun Hong's collision caused many of the bamboo slips he was carrying to fall to the ground.
Gongsun Hong was also a child from a poor family. He knew how much a person from a poor family had to pay if he wanted to persist in studying.
In order to study, he herded pigs and herded sheep. Fortunately, his mentor favored him and included him in the door wall, so he was lucky enough to get a glimpse of the great road.
Therefore, he respected this middle-aged man very much for studying despite being poor.
"It doesn't matter..." Although the middle-aged man was in ragged clothes and looked like a pauper, his voice was surprisingly pleasant. Although he had a thick Wudi accent, he was also very polite. Just listen to him say: "
Sir, there is no need to apologize for this, it’s my fault for not being careful!”
Gongsun Hong helped him pick up the slips and scanned them briefly. They turned out to be two fragments of "Gongyang Chunqiu" and a set of "The Analects of Confucius".
This made Gongsun Hongdun fond of him.
We are all Confucian, we are one family!
The most important thing is that the other party is watching "Gongyang Chunqiu", which makes them even more of a family!
Well, as long as he was not a heretic who was partial to Dong Zhongshu's fallacies, Gongsun Hong decided to make friends with this person.
My mentor also said that...
Confucianism in the world must unite and jointly fight against the Huang-Lao sect and the aggressive Legalists.
More importantly, we must liberate today from the pollution of Mohist thought!
Gongsun Hong immediately felt that he had a heavy responsibility and a long way to go!
For the Confucians, losing to the Huang Lao Sect can be said to be a non-war crime. Although it will not be very comfortable for the Legalists to become powerful, they will admit it just by pinching their noses - it is not that they were not ridiculed by the Legalists back then.
…
But if the Mohist school becomes powerful, then the Confucian school will really cut off its inheritance and lose all status!
Similarly, if Confucianism becomes powerful, hey, Huang Lao Sect and Legalism can be spared, but Mohism must be exterminated!
This is the belief engraved in the bones of all Confucian scholars!
"Sir, Mr. Gongyang," Gongsun Hong asked pretending to be casual.
"I don't think it can be cured. I just got these two volumes by chance and liked them very much..." The middle-aged man smiled and cupped his hands to Gongsun Hong and said: "I, Zhu Maichen of Kuaiji, may I ask what your name is?"
Gongsun Hong also raised his hands and said: "It's just Gongsun Hong of Xue County, Qi State..."
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Meeting means we are destined to meet you. Mr. Zhu, would you like to have a game with me?" Gongsun Hong invited. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
ps: Just call it a day and go to sleep. Although it seems that I haven’t finished 10,000 words, it seems to be almost there!
