After Ye Chunqiu and Sun Qi said that, it was noon unknowingly, and at this moment, there was a clanging sound from the bell tower not far from the building.

It was noon, and as soon as it was noon, looking from the window, the workshops in the distance began to work. You could see countless crowds of people coming out of the workshops, and the cool streets suddenly became noisy.

Ye Chunqiu looked at the countless crowds, and a glimmer of hope rose deep in his heart.

To some extent, these craftsmen will be a force that changes themselves. The industrial population and the agricultural population are completely different. Why do farmers say that they are short-sighted? This is not discrimination, but because most of the farmers in this era are limited to a small land. From their birth, their greatest insight is that from the moment they are born, their neighbors remain unchanged, and day after day, the messages they receive will always be in a small land.

The workers are completely different. They have their own information and insights from all sides. Because workers need to cooperate, communication will arise. This kind of communication is quite like the industrial age crossing the information age. Originally, people had to obtain knowledge, so they had to need books. After all, books were not unlimited. But once they entered the information age, knowledge and various news began to grow explosively, which made those who did not have to go out, their knowledge content might be much higher than that of a so-called "elite" wandering around in the industrial age.

People communicate with each other, but there is actually no difference between exchange. The craftsmen from Henan and craftsmen from Jiangxi chatted together. It took not long before both of them gained the customs and customs of the two places. One who knew the customs and customs of the two places communicated with the other. Then their vision and their eyes were obviously many times higher than those farmers who worked in the ridges of the fields and even did not even know which emperor is today.

In the past few days, Ye Jing assigned a new position, which surprised Ye Chunqiu. He was transferred directly to the Censorate of the Censorate of Shaanxi and immediately inspected Shaanxi.

Ye Chunqiu was slightly stunned. This appointment was a bit strange. Ye Chunqiu did not dare to neglect it. He immediately went to inquire and found out that the censor of Shaanxi Road did have a vacancy. This appointment was recommended by the Chief Censor Liu Yu.

Does Liu Yu have such kindness?

Or maybe you deliberately let your father enter the Censorate to threaten yourself?

This is obviously very likely, but Ye Chunqiu didn't take this matter seriously after all. After all, if he wanted to threaten it, he would threaten it, but his father actually got benefits. After all, although it was a transfer from the county magistrate to the censor, it was directly transformed from the turbid current to the clear current. This meaning is extraordinary and is definitely a gratifying thing.

When Ye Jing took office, he had to go to inspect the Shaanxi prefectures immediately. He left in a hurry, and Ye Chunqiu went to see him off in person. This was not the first time Ye Jing had traveled far away, so the father and son just looked at each other and smiled at the long pavilion and explained some things. Although he was reluctant to leave, he was not too depressed. He watched Ye Jing leave, and Ye Chunqiu rushed to the camp of the new army in Zhenguo with a little melancholy.

After all, now he still has many things waiting for him, and there is not much time to make him feel sad about his reluctance to his relatives!

Half a month has passed, and the fifth year of Zhengde has reached the end of the year, and heavy snow has started to fall from the sky. However, when Ye Chunqiu arrived at the Zhenguo New Army camp, the training in the camp was still in full swing.

Five hundred new soldiers had already been replaced on the plate armor on this school field. Because in the afternoon, it was no longer just a physical exercise, but an assassination training. The veterans stood in the front team, and the new recruits were in the back team. Each of them held a steel spear tightly. A layer of frost had already condensed on their hands and steel spears. The new recruits' mouths were sprayed with white air, and the thick plate armor seemed to condense with their bodies. The snow floated down and gently covered their shoulder pads and helmets with a thin layer of snow.

They had to keep the spear-closing action, and it was still motionless. Ye Shikuan felt that he had been stiff in the team. The steel spear in his hand was harsh cold and rushed through his palms. He had maintained such action for half an hour, but Wang Shouren, who was in charge of the training, just kept his hands behind his back, shuttled between every recruit, regulating their movements.

Looking ahead, your body is slightly arched, your hands holding the spear should be flush with the steel spear, and the spear tip of the spear should be slightly raised thirty degrees, with one step apart from the front and back feet.

Although there are only more than twenty days in this new military camp, it is longer than half a lifetime for Liu Shikuan. He requires meticulousness in everything he does here, and no small mistake can happen. He has no idea what the meaning of such practice is. If body refining can also enhance his body and increase his appetite, the so-called thorn exercises are often not thorns, but only keep your body motions motions. Although he has been in the camp for nearly a month and has slowly adapted, he is unwilling to endure it for a minute in this cold and frozen weather.

If it weren't for the military orders and the punishment was extremely heavy, Ye Shikuan would not want to be embarrassed in front of his comrades. At this time, he would rather lose his steel spear and release his armor and return to the field.

Ye Chunqiu stood outside the school ground with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the training recruits. Suddenly, Wang Shouren suddenly shouted: "Still."

The veterans in front of them had already stabbed out steel spears together, and they were in a uniform manner with the momentum of thunder.

However, the recruits behind seemed to be mixed. Some had already stabbed a little, some were so busy that they had not stabbed it yet, and some had not done their best.

Wang Shouren had to go to the back team and continue to regulate their stabbing movements. Ye Chunqiu's thin brother-in-law required meticulousness in everything he did and strived for perfection. Even Ye Chunqiu arrived, he was not moved.

At this time, Wang Shouren walked to Ye Shikuan, and he patted Ye Shikuan's waist first. Ye Shikuan hurriedly tightened his waist, then pulled his hand hard, moving his steel spear forward an inch, and then walked to the next person and continued to regulate.

The performance of these new recruits was actually better than Ye Chunqiu had expected at the beginning. Perhaps because of the veterans' sect, although they were still very awkward, they had at least made expectations.

This night is Ye Chunqiu's night class. There is no fireplace or any heating stove in Minglun Hall. Everyone kneels on the ground and listens to Ye Chunqiu's preaching. It takes an hour before Ye Chunqiu left the camp. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!