Chapter 478 Class starts? Excavation!

Author: Shredded Pork Rice Noodles

Chapter 478 Class starts? Excavation!

Where is Xie Jin?

Where is Zhu Yunxi?

Where is Yuan Sutai, the young master who ranks first among the civil servants in the imperial court and the supervisor of Shanglinyuan?

The teachers and students of the Imperial College looked around, but they couldn't find it.

But on the hillside of Zhongshan Mountain not far from the sweet potato fields of Lake Bipa, there is a pavilion hidden in the green shade.

Many Jin Yiwei were scattered in the surrounding woods, and in the pavilion, Zhu Yunxi and the other three, who could not be found by the supervisors, were standing side by side, looking at the Imperial College supervisors next to the sweet potato field down the mountain through the gap left between the trees from halfway up the mountain.

them.

There was a slight smile on Zhu Yunxi's face: "Promoting farmers and mulberry trees is a matter of the country and the country, but how many people have forgotten it now?"

Yuan Sutai smiled and clasped his hands.

This imperial young master was in charge of the prime minister's affairs of farming and animal husbandry, and was the supervisor of Linyuan. Although he only worked in his own office, his political status and influence were unparalleled in the court.

He said with relief: "The Imperial College has a heavy workload, and Hu Jijiu is a diligent scholar, so the supervisors rarely have the opportunity to go out on weekdays.

When recruiting officials in the imperial court, there are many people in the world who spend their entire lives bowing their heads among documents and papers, but cannot get it.

If His Highness is willing, he can ask the Imperial College to slowly change things in the future, and there is no need to rush into it now."

The young master is always calm and unhurried.

Xie Jin said from another perspective: "In addition to the imperial examination, the imperial court currently selects officials through the public examination method. The questions have already been decided. If you don't know the affairs of the department, it will be difficult to be selected.

The imperial court, from top to bottom, cannot allow them not to be close to farmers and mulberry trees, and to know the countless truths in life besides the classics."

This is one of the benefits of the imperial court's new policy.

Set the requirements for becoming an official from the source.

Want to be an official? Then you must have real ability.

As for corruption and dereliction of duty once you become an official, it depends on the court's ability to clean itself in the future.

Zhu Yunxi then said: "The imperial court attaches great importance to cultural background and academic studies, and the Imperial Academy has always been very cautious in selecting candidates for wine ceremonies. Whenever an official is appointed, unless there is no major event, it is almost always done.

I also know that His Majesty's intention is to take a fancy to the morality of the chosen person.

There are thousands of students and it is hard to find a good teacher.

Most of the people who are officials still want to be promoted. The court cannot ignore the merits of ministers and interrupt everyone's path to promotion, thus killing these people's motivation to work.

However, as the saying goes, a good teacher is hard to find.

I am troubled here, I wonder if you two can be freed from it?"

Regardless of whether they wanted to or not, the prison students at the foot of the mountain walked into the sweet potato field with their farm tools under the watchful eyes of the officials from the Shanglinyuan Prison and the comfort of the instructors from the Imperial College.

There is really no way around it.

Even those supervisors who were unwilling to do the farm work didn't dare to hesitate when they looked at the scattered Jinyi guards and superior military guards around them.

After all, there are many prison students present who have experienced the great storms and turmoil that occurred in the Imperial College.

Whether classes start or not is no longer important until Xie Hanlin arrives.

Whether you will be beheaded if you don't dig sweet potatoes is the most important question now.

Comparing the two, a donkey knows the answer.

Excavate!

"The Huji wine has also fallen to the ground."

Halfway up the mountain, Xie Jin looked at the sweet potato field at the foot of the mountain and whispered.

Zhu Yunxi took advantage of the situation and continued: "The Imperial College should pay more attention to it, and the imperial court should pay more attention to the foundation of education. The predecessor, Song Ne, served as the imperial wine minister for eight years and died of old age in his position. The imperial court is looking for a good teacher, but if a good teacher is trapped for a long time,

How can the court show justice when teachers are from the same place?"

The Imperial College at the foot of Jilong Mountain was only built in the 15th year of Hongwu.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang searched for famous teachers and finally found Song Ne. He worked there for eight years and died of old age in the Imperial College.

A long term cannot last forever.

Although the imperial court now attaches great importance to the Imperial College, it can even be said to be an even greater honor.

"The key to governing a country is education first. The way to education is school."

"Cure depends on good customs, and good customs are based on education. If you practice education, you can become a gentleman no matter how long it takes. If education fails, even if you are a good person, you may become a villain."

Under the premise that the emperor had such understanding, the Imperial College held a fourth-grade official position by offering wine, but his status in the court far surpassed that of countless colleagues.

Just the number of court meetings and shifts are enough to show that the Imperial College's treatment is generous.

"Everyone who is granted a seat by the Tianmen, offers wine to officials of the Hanlin Academy, admonishes officials, or is on the fourth rank of the imperial censor of Jindu... The same goes for sitting in the Huagai Palace."

"The sacrificial wine is placed on the fourth rank of the Shaoqing of Tongzheng Dali Temple."

The official rank of the Imperial Son for offering wine was the fourth rank, and during court meetings, he was even above the General Secretary, General Secretary, General Secretary, and Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

When Zhu Yuanzhang was not in charge of the government, he often held wine ceremonies with the Imperial Academy, academic officials, etc., and "gave him a seat in the bathroom and gave lectures on governance."

Yuan Sutai put his hands in his hands and looked at the sweet potato field at the foot of the mountain, frowning slightly.

The work that the supervisors do is really ugly.

Xie Jin sighed softly, feeling that there was no one like Master Yuan in the world. Although he had made great contributions, he only focused on his work in Linyuan Prison.

He spoke softly: "The Imperial Court's imperial inspection, external inspection, and imperial examinations are conducted every three years, and after nine years are over. For the post of Jiuzijian, one can be judged to be superior, or at the end of the term, he can be promoted to the Ministry of Rites, and then transferred to another place.

In this way, there are also ways to be promoted, and His Highness can show the court's impartiality."

The promotion of the Imperial Academy to the Ministry of Etiquette was actually among Zhu Yunxi's considerations.

The reason why I say it here today is because I want this sentence to be uttered from Jie Jin's mouth.

He nodded: "Let's go down too. If we let these supervisors dig randomly, all the sweet potatoes that have grown well will be destroyed. I'm afraid the young master will not be able to sleep by then."

Zhu Yunxi laughed and chatted for a while, then looked at Yuan Sutai, who was frowning.

The young master focused on farming and mulberry trees.

When Xie Jin heard this, he also laughed in agreement.

Yuan Sutai waved his hands repeatedly: "I will lead His Highness to you, and I will come down the mountain."

As he spoke, the young master of the Ming Dynasty had already left the pavilion first.

Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin, who were lagging behind, looked at each other and smiled silently, saying nothing.

Sweet potato field at the foot of the mountain.

As the prison guards got off the ground either curiously or reluctantly, it was already a lively scene.

Hu Jian, who was offering wine at the Imperial Academy, held a hoe in both hands, and under the guidance of the old farmer employed by the Shanglin Garden Supervisor, he swung the hoe to cut into the ridges.

Don't tilt the hoe, as the soil will loosen.

"Sir, if you lift it up again and shake it, you can see the sweet potatoes."

The old farmer spoke anxiously and gave instructions.

Hu Jian shouted low, picked up the hoe, and the soil was lifted up.

Suddenly, plump sweet potatoes with bright red skin were exposed to Hu Jian's eyes.

But before he could feel happy, the old farmer beside him let out a long sigh.

"Another one is broken..."

Hu Jian just took a closer look and saw that among the pile of sweet potatoes, one sweet potato had already been cut open at the waist with the knife in his hand.

White slime oozes from the sweet potatoes and mixes with soil to become dirty.

Hu Ji'an frowned slightly, and the joy that was about to arouse disappeared instantly: "It's my fault."

The old farmer looked at this official who came from an unknown yamen in the imperial court.

Although I don't know what the other party's official rank is, one look at Hu Ji'an's white hair, he must be a big official.

The old farmer immediately smiled and said: "It's okay, just peel off the outside when eating. Then you can use a little more force, drop the hoe deeper, drop it to the side, lift up the soil, and then turn it over slowly.

Already."

Hu Jian nodded and calmed down, spitting into the palm of his hand naturally and without knowing it, and then started swinging the hoe again.

The cabinet document has been issued, and today the Imperial College will collect all the sweet potato fields.

No matter what the cabinet's intentions are, Hu Jian, as the Imperial College's minister, the Prime Minister and the entire Imperial College must follow suit.

At least, while these supervisors were still reluctant, he, the sacrificial wine, had to take the lead in digging sweet potatoes.
To be continued...