With the arrival of the dry season, the entire Qin State fell into a state of busyness. People in the city surged and rushed to the west of the city.
The king drove forward, followed closely by the civil and military officials, with serious faces, not daring to exceed the rules in the slightest.
After the car stopped, King Qin appeared in front of everyone, looking calm.
In front of him was a huge palace, slightly inferior to the royal palace, covering an area of nearly fifty acres.
The huge Xicheng is almost designed to set it off.
Everyone looked up and saw: the Holy Master.
Under the sunlight, these four characters sparkled.
The huge Fuzi Temple is composed of three major building complexes: Confucius Temple, Xuegong and Gongyuan.
There are Zhaobi, Panchi, archway, Juxing Pavilion, Kuixing Pavilion, Lingxing Gate, Dacheng Hall, Mingde Hall, Zunjing Pavilion and other buildings.
Needless to say, the Academy was the Imperial Academy of the Qin State.
The Gongyuan is the Gongyuan of the Qin State.
The space of the old shed made of bricks and tiles has more than doubled, and it can accommodate candidates to sit, lie down and stretch out to sleep.
At the same time, the furniture in the examination shed is basically made of bamboo, which is very comfortable.
At this time, what greeted him at the gate was Duke Yansheng, Kong Xingyu, the 65th generation grandson of Confucius, and uncle of the contemporary Duke Yansheng Kong Yuqi.
It can be said that his seniority is relatively high.
Accompanying him were the Zeng family, Meng family and other virtuous descendants.
How can the way of education be without the Confucian family?
The Duke of Yansheng in the Ming Dynasty was inherited by the Confucius Temple in the north and south one after another. No one was willing to come overseas to take office and educate the barbarians.
How could the emperor endure it?
So they directly took out the direct descendants of the Confucius family and packed them up directly to the Qin State, making them the leader of culture and education:
Duke Yansheng.
The Kong family is like a sign for scholars. If you want to pass the imperial examination and obtain an official position, you must worship the Kong family.
Therefore, letting Kong take charge of the cultural context would bring more advantages than disadvantages to the King of Qin.
The Zhang family from Longhu Mountain has already set off and will arrive in Hanoi soon to establish a branch.
In addition to this, direct religious sects such as Zen Buddhism will also send Poshou southward to carry out missionary work, thereby safeguarding the fruits of victory of the Ming Dynasty and completely assimilating the Qin State.
"Your Highness, there are nearly 2,000 examination booths in Gongyuan. There are no bad or rainy whistles. They are enough to support our Qin Kingdom for a hundred years."
After Kong Xingyu accompanied King Qin to offer incense, he took the monarch of Qin to the Gongyuan next door and inspected the examination shed.
The King of Qin walked around and said casually: "Last year, our Qin State had a thousand candidates. As time goes by, I am afraid that in ten years we will not be able to hold even two thousand, so we will have to leave room for expansion."
"yes!"
"How many supervisors are there in the Imperial College?"
Li Cao Banshu stood up and said, "Your Highness, there are about five hundred students studying in the Imperial College."
"Too little." King Qin shook his head and thought about it.
In addition to the fact that there are fewer scholars, the environment for supervising students is relatively strict, and every move is restricted by rules.
But supervision is very important.
Jinshi is awarded once every three years, while supervisory students can be admitted at any time, with no limit on the number.
Then the Imperial College can directly train them to serve as local officials and let them serve as local officials.
Jinshi is the chief officer and sits in the hall, while supervisory students are the assistant and second officers.
In this way, the supervisory students could replace the Ming Dynasty's provincial examinations, saving a lot of resources.
"It is ordered that the supervisory students can receive one stone and one cent of silver every month to finance their education."
"Yes!" The judge from the Ministry of Rites was busy flattering him: "His Royal Highness loves learning and has the demeanor of an ancient sage."
"Hahaha!" King Qin smiled, shook his head and said: "If I have only ten percent of the virtues of today, I will be able to achieve great success."
A few days later, the Wu Temple was completed, and King Qin once again watched the ceremony and offered incense.
In the following months, the Zen sect established a temple on Sandao Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the Taoist Zhang family also established Taoism in Sandao Mountain.
Amid the excitement, dozens of Buddhist and Taoist temples set up Dharma lines in Hanoi, Qin State, and recruited disciples.
Even the four major academies, including Bailudong Academy, were forced to establish branches to recruit local students.
For a time, the entire Qin State prospered in literature and art.
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Khmer, Phnom Penh.
The earthen wall, which was no more than two feet high, was uneven and incomplete. However, a corner of the integrated city wall had collapsed and could only accommodate carriages.
On the city wall, corpses were scattered, blood was stained, and flags were drooped. It could be said that it was a complete defeat.
At the gap, the remaining soldiers leaned on each other and lined up in two lines, with confusion on their faces, and the road was cleared.
Outside the city, an army of about five thousand people was lining up to take some time to relax.
The soldiers were dressed in black and red military robes dyed with fine linen, with red triangle scarves tied around their necks, which made them look particularly dazzling.
Bayong lifted the bamboo hat on his head in his hands to make the sun above his head less sweltering. He also used an excuse to fan himself and took a sip of salt water from his waist, which made his thirsty lips moister:
"Why are you so slow? I'm already hungry."
As soon as the man on the side took out the wild fruit from his arms, he was snatched away by Bayong Hei. He couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Old Bazi, you are not kind, how can you imitate that bird man?"
"I always like to steal food."
"Hahaha!" Bayong didn't feel dissatisfied. Instead, he took out another small gourd from his waist and threw it into his hand.
The latter took a sip hastily and wanted to take another drink, but was taken back.
"Just take one sip and you'll be fine." Bayong whispered, "You're so big, don't let it fall down."
"Hey, good wine." The man chuckled, with a hint of longing on his dark face: "The Khmer state has finally been defeated, and then brothers will enjoy the blessings..."
"You can get everything from wine and meat to titles and lands."
Hearing this, Bayong's eyes couldn't help but tremble.
The reason why they, veterans of the Beijing camp, participated in the great event of opening up the vassal state was for fame and wealth, wasn't it?
In the Ming Dynasty, the capital camp had a large number of people and few opportunities, and they were not favored by veterans in their thirties and forties who were about to retire.
Therefore, going abroad to fight became the best choice.
In the old days of the Qin War, thousands of young and old in the capital camp made countless meritorious deeds. The surviving officers were basically given titles, and ordinary soldiers also obtained land and property and became rich.
You can even enrich the local area and serve as officials.
After all, the military academy in Beijing Camp has been running, and it is necessary to know a thousand words. Basically, every soldier who has been a soldier for two or three years is considered to be roughly proficient in writing.
What the main official can't do, the second official can do more than enough.
And in this foreign country, what better officials are there than these soldiers?
It was only because of the role model of Qin that those veterans who were still agitated dared to sign up to go south to strive for wealth.
With the imminent fall of Phnom Penh City, it is already the harvest season for everyone, and wealth is right in front of them. How can they not be happy?
As the commander-in-chief, Zhu Shen was equally happy.
At this time, he was wearing a red robe, the breeze was blowing, and the armor was bright, and he looked majestic at first glance.
He was nearly forty years old, but at this time he was full of excitement.
Back then, in Xi'an Mansion, a dozen people made an appointment to be brothers and were taken care of by the current emperor. Today, only three or four of them survived and were lost in the army.
He was young at the time and missed out on the founding achievements of the country. Now he can only turn to the Khmer and try his best to found the country for King Wei, which is considered the best path.
After many months, we survived the smog, mosquitoes, humidity, heat, malaria, etc., and finally broke through the city of Phnom Penh.
The Khmer surrendered, and the city of Phnom Penh was completely handed over to King Wei. It was so perfect, shouldn't a count deserve it?
A complete royal palace and royal capital, what kind of wealth is this?
In fact, if you win the favor of King Wei, you can even make one of your sons a vassal noble and spread your business.
Soon, the Khmer royal family and all civil and military officials were forced to leave the city and surrender, showing great respect.
Since then, Khmer, which has been around for hundreds of years since the Angkor Dynasty, was completely subjugated.
…
"A great victory, a great victory. The king's division patrolled the South China Sea, wiped out hundreds of pirates, and rescued more than a thousand civilians..."
The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the city of Beijing is still being ravaged by autumn tigers. Withered weeds poke their heads out from the cracks in the bricks, are dried in the blink of an eye, and then trampled.
The newsboys were wearing short clothes, wearing straw sandals, and wearing big bags containing newspapers. The stacks of newspapers were sealed so that no one would fall out.
Pedestrians were walking in a hurry, and when they heard the news, they couldn't help but take out a few pennies from their pockets to buy today's spiritual food.
The rickshaw adapted to the narrow alleys of Beijing and was loved by many people. In less than a year, it swept the entire Beijing, with more than a thousand rickshaw drivers of all sizes.
In the Metropolitan Procuratorate, several young censors were quite angry. They believed that using human power instead of animal power was no less than denigrating people as animals and was inconsistent with etiquette, law and human feelings.
However, rickshaws are related to the livelihood of thousands of people, and they are still in the capital. After this memorial was selected by the General Council to the cabinet, it was returned by the same route.
Naturally, due to its price, only middle-class people and above would do it, but ordinary people would do it.
Even though he had ridden on this rickshaw more than once, Zhu Ziang sincerely admired this convenient tool.
"Little brat, bring me a communiqué."
He pedaled the bicycle. The driver slowed down and waved. The child hawking along the street immediately chased after him and picked up a newspaper.
"Chenghui, a big coin (ten coins)." The newsboy was in his teens. Although his clothes were a little rudimentary, he was still clean.
Zhu Ziang didn't care about the money. He picked up the newspaper and started reading.
Leaving aside the good news, he paid special attention to the novels in the newspapers and read them with great interest.
"The Ming Dynasty Navy is invincible and invincible. The little pirates really deserve to die!"
The little newsboy puffed up his little chest and his little face was filled with pride.
Perhaps it was because he was surrounded by newspapers all day long. Although he slept in the open air and had difficulty in having enough food and clothing, as a Chinese, he felt excited every time he saw such a thing.
"Little guy." Zhu Ziang smiled and rewarded him with a penny.
The latter immediately beamed with joy and held on to the carriage without letting go.
Zhu Ziang was shocked and angry: "Little thing, what are you doing?"
The rickshaw suddenly went three minutes faster.
"Sir, you are about to be promoted!"
The newsboy didn't take it seriously, with a flattering smile on his face.
"You are quite clever."
Zhu Ziang chuckled, his eyes full of pride.
"Sir, you are so majestic and full of nobility. I saw you from so far away..."
The newsboy couldn't stop flattering me.
After listening for a long time, Zhu Ziang asked people to stop and said with interest: "If you file a complaint, I, a sesame official, will forget it."
"I have enough servants."
"Sir, you misunderstood." The newsboy suddenly took out a book from his arms:
Browse through the ranks of officials.
"Huh?" Zhu Ziang became interested.
He flipped through it and was greatly surprised.
This is a background introduction to the cabinet, eight ministries, and various officials, including senior officials from various provinces, distinguished military attachés, etc. It can be said that everything is included.
It is of great benefit to a small official like him.
At least I know which way to go.
"Very good, how much does it cost?"
The newsboy blinked: "Ten silver coins, this is a rare item. I snatched it specially. There are so many people selling it..."
Zhu Ziang was stunned, he was so dark!
But for the future, this little money is nothing.
Gritting his teeth, he took out a banknote directly from his inner sleeve and passed it over.
Taking the book, Zhu Ziang started reading it eagerly.
Each official introduced about thirty to fifty words, which was half an inch thick. At the end, he saw this line:
Ordered in the 19th year of Shaowu.
Well, he is really a liar. He actually used last year’s book to deceive me.
Zhu Ziang was quite annoyed.
But soon he came to his senses: "Since there are last year's ones, there must be this year's ones."
“Isn’t that what I’m going to buy this year?”
As a member of the clan, Zhu Ziang first went to the chief minister's residence to send a greeting card.
At this time, Zhu Shoufu was very famous. He took advantage of the Anhui case to severely refute Feng Xianzong and Du Yinxi, and gained a huge reputation.
Officialdom has always been about red tops and white people, so there was no reason for him not to go there.
Unfortunately, the queue outside the house was already so long that it was impossible to get forward.
After submitting the post, Zhu Ziang returned disappointed.
At this time, a carriage stopped, and the first assistant Zhu Mou stepped off the carriage, which immediately aroused the mood of everyone, and it became lively in an instant.
Zhu Mou ignored it and went back to the house.
"The master is in a good mood, and the little ones feel relieved too."
Just after returning home, Zhu Mou suddenly heard the housekeeper say this.
The housekeeper has been with him for seventeen or eighteen years. In fact, he has spent more time with him than his children. In private, they are all close to each other, and they talk and laugh freely.
"You can tell I'm in a good mood?"
"My master is very lucky!" the butler said with a smile.
The smile on Zhu Mou's face instantly faded.
Today in the cabinet, Feng Xianzong was implicated and had his salary reduced for three months because of his fault in recommendation.
Du Yinxi was criticized harshly by the emperor.
Both of them had lost face, which was extremely beneficial to him and the chief assistant.
Only then did he understand that controlling the cabinet does not necessarily require his own prestige, but he can also make his colleagues less prestige.
So over and over again, doesn’t he rise indirectly?
If we had known this earlier, why bother planning the Kang Kingdom?
But now even the housekeeper could see his pride, so he thought he had lost his sense of proportion.
"Why are there so many people outside?"
After changing his clothes, Zhu Mou said casually.
"A few days ago, it was only half a street, but it has been full in the past few days. There are more than 300 people who want to visit you every day, and they are all officials above the seventh rank..."
The butler smiled and said, "My master's reputation has become more and more obvious."