"Brother Tang, you are working at the Governor's Yamen, why are you back?"
A group of people came to a restaurant and as soon as they sat down, various sounds came from beside their ears and filled their ears.
The lecturer is located in the center of the first floor. There is a square table, an origami fan, a square piece of wood, and a screen behind it. It can be said to be extremely bright.
The man had a long beard and a long robe, a square face, and his back was straight like a flagpole. His voice was loud and clear, penetrating directly into the second floor, and everyone above and below was silent:
"Dear readers, what I'm talking about today is that General Doctor Zhu cleverly identified the counterfeit seal, and a tiger died in Tongguan——"
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Fang Mu clapped, and the cheers were endless.
"But he said that when Governor Sun's army went to Ruzhou, he never thought that God would be unfavorable and it would rain continuously..."
"Brother Tang, Brother Tang?" Chen Chang, a friend at the side, couldn't help but shout twice more before the latter came back to his senses.
"I have listened to this story of modern warfare seven or eight times, and I almost know it by heart. There is nothing interesting to listen to."
"oh!"
Tang Bin burst out laughing, apologized several times, and then recounted the events of the past few days, saying gratefully: "With the one hundred yuan from Governor Sun, I simply resigned from my position as director and went home to prepare for the exam."
"I forgot that you study too hard and are busy in the government office. I'm afraid you don't have such free time."
Chen Chang also expressed his apology and said: "You are more knowledgeable than us, and you will most likely be a Jinshi. That person in charge is just a swordsman and pen official, and he is not of the first rank. It's better to resign."
After saying this, Chen Chang and others couldn't help but sigh: "It's so difficult in Jiangsu. If it were like Henan, Shaanxi and other places, we would have been successful long ago."
After saying that, I hurriedly downed a glass of wine.
Tang Bin was noncommittal about this.
Northern provinces such as Henan, Shanxi, and Shaanxi are experiencing serious population loss, and it is difficult to save one in ten. However, the number of places for scholars and candidates to be admitted remains unchanged, so the difficulty is greatly reduced, which is also a benefit for scholars.
Although he was from Henan, he had been displaced to Yangzhou for many years. He was a scholar and a scholar in Yangzhou, so he could not count on these benefits.
But I can make some money by trying him. His ancestral home is Henan, but he is in Beijuan, so there is much less pressure.
Tang Bin thought for a while and opened his mouth to give some advice, but thinking about the difficulty of starting a business in Jiangsu Province, he could only remain silent.
It is probably more difficult to be promoted among the scholars than to become a Jinshi.
“When will the provincial exam take place?”
"August, Yingtianfu Nanjing City."
Chen Chang continued: "Anhui, Jiangsu, and Yingtian are all conducting provincial examinations in Nanjing, and Gongyuan is there."
"However, the number of admitted students is filled according to the vacancies in each province. It is said that there are more than 100 vacancies in each county in Jiangsu..."
"In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, the exam content also includes "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" and "Chongzhen Almanac". Arithmetic and calendars have been added, so we must hurry up and buy them."
"How do you know so much?"
"The Ming Dynasty Gazette described it in detail, but the speed was different from the Di report. It was one or two days behind. The shipping arrived yesterday."
Several people chatted freely, but Zhao An beside him was silent.
When Tang Bin met him, he realized that he had a good heart, but he was often outspoken and offended many people.
"Pingzhi, what's wrong with you?"
After this question, everyone looked at the silent Zhao An and cast concerned glances.
"Hey, it's okay." Zhao An sighed, with helplessness written on his face: "It's just that as you know, a certain person has been blessed by his ancestors to be admitted as a scholar. I'm afraid he won't have a chance in the provincial examination or the provincial examination."
"It would be great if we could hold martial arts competitions again."
Chen Chang sighed with emotion when he saw this.
It turns out that Zhao An has loved practicing martial arts since he was a child. However, Yangzhou has always had a prosperous literary style, and the future of martial arts is bleak, so he can only be forced to practice martial arts. Who would have expected that he would become a scholar.
"Now that the guards have been abolished and recruitment is the main focus, the officers and generals will be rewarded generously, and they will be able to show their nobility. That is the wealth of several generations!"
Hearing this, Tang Bin was thoughtful. He seemed to have heard that Governor Sun once whispered about martial arts, so he should restart it!
Such words are naturally innumerable.
Don’t you know that after the military examination was decided by the cabinet, it was not announced to the world immediately, but was rolled out first among the military.
The second publication of the military newspaper seemed to have dropped a bomb on the entire army.
Anyone with a rank of Yingzheng or below can participate in the martial arts competition.
The martial arts examination was carried out in the capital camp, which had the effect of killing three birds with one stone.
First, it must be the ability to screen and train mid- to senior-level officers. After all, the military academy trains most junior officers.
The second is to select officers for the expanded army, and it is best to do so in the name of military training.
Finally, it is natural to encourage the army to read and write.
After all, the main focus of the Military Academy is literacy, and not many people read at all on weekdays.
However, in the eyes of the soldiers, the martial arts competition in the Beijing camp was actually a large-scale competition.
Archery, riding, spearmanship, wrestling, and the so-called cultural dictation of military regulations.
These five items immediately set off a wave of martial arts competitions in the military camp.
There are still 50,000 people in the Beijing Camp, and more than half of them have signed up. Everyone thinks they are great.
"It's lively, it's so lively -"
Jia Yan was walking outside the school grounds. Taking advantage of his status, he watched the competition inside with joy and relish.
The five wings of the Beijing camp took turns to compete in five events. Today it was the left wing's turn. The other four wings could only train as usual and monitor the left wing to prevent trouble.
The most eye-catching and exciting event is wrestling. It is a threshold and tests skills and strength. It is loved by soldiers and everyone wants to participate.
"Right Lieutenant? What are you doing!"
Suddenly, a scolding made him startled. When he looked back, he saw two crescent moons clasped on his shoulders. He turned out to be a lieutenant.
He quickly lowered his head and bowed in salute: "I am watching wrestling."
"You are not a left-winger!"
The visitor took a closer look at the crescent moon on his shoulder, and said thoughtfully: "You must have used your identity to come here to watch the excitement. You are so brave."
With the promulgation of military ranks, the identification of identities in the army is simple and clear, and the differences between soldiers in each wing are also small. The military rank is enough to oppress those small soldiers and make them breathless.
"You Mingjian, I am from the right wing. I came to your camp today for something and saw the martial arts competition, so I couldn't help but take a look."
Jia Yan lowered his head and said with an apologetic smile.
"Go back quickly. Although there is some chaos in the army, no random visits are allowed."
After he left, Jia Yan raised his head and cursed at his back.
He is just a lieutenant, one rank higher than me. He must be a military judge, or a staff officer, or someone from the transport camp. In the past, I ignored him, but now he only recognizes his military rank and not his position. It is a bloody misfortune.
"I've seen your right lieutenant——"
Along the way, the soldiers patrolling back and forth, as well as the non-commissioned officers and school officers passing by, all stepped aside and bowed their heads in salute.
"Actually, the military rank is not bad."
Jia Yan suddenly felt very relaxed.
After more than half a month of competition, there were 500 scholars and 50 candidates in the capital camp, all of whom were elite soldiers selected from a hundred.
Scholars are uniformly awarded the rank of sergeant, and when the recruits are well trained, they will serve as team leaders.
Those who are promoted will be awarded the rank of sergeant and will be admitted to the martial arts hall to learn the basic knowledge of marching and fighting.
The chief of the martial arts hall was Emperor Shaowu, and they were all disciples of the emperor.