Chapter 458 Once you enter this door, you are a family
Return to the divine capital.
As time passed, the streets became noisy and lively.
The sound of hawking and the sound of piano and flute are intertwined.
The waiter in the small restaurant in front of the building, the hawkers carrying burdens walking through the streets, and the helpers holding their shoulders at the entrance of the alley, form a picture of the well of the divine city.
Yang Fan had just made a breakthrough and was sitting on the street eating wontons in a happy mood.
As soon as I sat down, I heard shouts and curses coming from the distance.
"It's so shameless!"
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine! Lock them all up for me and take them away!"
Yang Fan followed the sound and saw several big men in armor grabbing iron ropes, tying up several young men and escorting them away.
A group of people around him were holding their arms and pointing with joyful smiles.
Everyone was talking about whether those people had committed something.
After all, dragons and snakes are mixed on the streets of Shendu, and there are countless people from all walks of life. Maybe an old man with a kind face may be a big thief who once roamed the province.
However, these young people are really too young. Maybe they ate the overlord meal from some Goulanwashe restaurant and were accused when they arrived at the Yamen.
Whether it was because of not giving money or because of the short time, it is not clear.
A group of street thugs looked at each other with ambiguous smiles.
Here, Yang Fan had just eaten a few mouthfuls of wontons when he saw a group of strong men in armor walking over.
The leader of the black-faced man stopped in front of the stall, looked Yang Fan up and down, looked at his immature face, and asked arrogantly: "How old is he?"
"Huijun Ye, I am seventeen this year, still unmarried, and my family has two acres of thin farmland..."
Yang Fan was experiencing a breakthrough and was in a happy mood, with a smile on his face.
I am also curious about what the other person wants to do.
"Seventeen? Take this one too! Take it away!"
The black-faced man waved his hand, and several men like wolves and tigers behind him were about to pounce on him. "Wait, I'll do it myself."
Yang Fan wiped his mouth and stood up calmly.
He was quite curious as to where these people came from. Were they police officers from the Yamen or officers and soldiers from the Jiucheng Army and Horses Division? They were arrested on the street with such great fanfare!
Moreover, it seems to be only related to age?
This kind of behavior is simply more arrogant than their Dongchang!
As this group of big men in armor rampaged on the street, causing a lot of panic, dozens of people were arrested in a short period of time.
Without exception, these people are all young people, and the oldest one looks like he has just grown up.
It's okay if you don't resist, but once you resist, these men who look like soldiers will hit you with a few old punches, which will definitely hurt you beyond words.
"It's an insult to politeness, it's simply an insult to politeness!"
Among this group of people, there were a few who were obviously scholars from the academy, and their clothes were a little shabby. After receiving two punches, they only dared to curse in a low voice.
As the saying goes, when a scholar meets a soldier, it's nothing more than that.
If it doesn't make sense, then you can only endure it.
Soon, the group of them was escorted to a separate courtyard, a very grand courtyard. It looked like at least seven or eight people had entered it. It was considered a wealthy family.
There are doornails the size of sea bowls on the vermilion door, which are silver and dazzling. On the left and right of the door are two majestic stone lions that are more than ten feet tall.
"Everyone, come in!"
There was an old man standing at the door, who turned out to be Uncle Han. He waved his hand, and the black-faced man led the people in.
When Yang Fan saw this scene, his expression couldn't help but change.
He subconsciously turned his head and quickly changed his appearance to prevent the other party from recognizing him.
at the same time.
An unpleasant feeling arises spontaneously.
If Uncle Han is here, doesn't it mean that the Chen brothers are also here?
Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he only saw two sentences written on the left and right of the screen wall of the gate.
compulsory education.
Make people wise. ??
The eight large Chinese characters with dragon and snake strokes are strong and powerful. At first glance, it is written by everyone. However, it is obvious that the handwriting does not come from one person, but the characters of different people have been forcibly pieced together.
"..."
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
He saw that there were obvious traces of masonry behind those big characters. They were probably cut from the walls of other colleges secretly and then embedded here.
A group of people were driven into the courtyard and stood there at a loss.
Soon, Chen Zhe and Chen Jing walked out, looked at the people in the yard, and looked at each other with smiles on their faces: "Our school has grown again!"
"The third brother is still smart!"
Chen Jing had an excited expression on his face.
After all, it’s a great feeling to see someone join their Huajian faction every day!
As the staff grows, the school really has great potential!
Chen Zhe fanned himself and said with a smile: "It's not high, it's not high, it's only as high as a two-story building."
"Third brother, you are too modest."
"Being modest is okay, but being humble is not."
Chen Zhe shook his head and said.
"Yes, yes!"
Chen Jing burst out laughing.
After chatting for a while, the two finally got down to business.
Chen Zhe said: "Fourth brother, you can arrange for them next. Those with merit and fame will all be asked to sign to join our school, and those without merit will be directly taken to popularize education."
"Don't worry, Third Brother, I've been doing this for the past few days too. , I know how to do it now!"
Chen Jing stepped down directly and started making arrangements.
Yang Fan mingled among the crowd, and soon, like everyone else, he was asked to register his name, address and other information, including whether he had any fame or honors.
Finally, there is an application form to voluntarily join the Huajian School.
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched, and he recognized that this was exactly what he had mentioned to the Chen brothers. To join the school, you must apply, which made their school official.
But who would have thought that this would turn into pulling people's heads.
The application form uses a standard template, leaving only the last blank column for your name.
If you don’t know how to write, there is an ink pad next to it, so you can press your fingerprint directly.
It can be said that the arrangements are meticulous.
As the saying goes.
Once you enter this door, you will become a family.
If we are not a family, we will arrange a grave on the spot.
This is how Chen Zhe and Chen Jing attract people.
I'm afraid only nobles like them can do such a thing.
Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at the few scholar-looking young people next to him. Their faces were all pale, and they could clearly see the big hole here.
Once they sign and stamp, they will be completely branded as the Huajian School!
When the time comes, there's no telling what will happen.
"Sign it. Those are the two young masters from the Xuanwei Marquis's residence. It may not be a bad thing to join this Huajian sect."
Someone whispered advice.
As a scholar, moral standards have always been very flexible.
"Let's see what they want to do first. If it's good for us, let's go with it. If it's bad for us, then we'll tolerate them. Let's watch them build a high-rise building and entertain guests."
"Brother Wang is right."
Several people exchanged looks and signed one after another.