Chapter Seventy-Eight: A New Beginning!
In the early spring of March, everything begins to wake up slowly with the departure of winter, and the snow accumulated in the mountains is also shining under the warm sun, turning into a trickle to moisten the land of China, and the green grass sprouts from the moist soil with difficulty......
The first year of Zhenguan was the beginning of the early Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty, which experienced the war at the end of the Sui Dynasty and the Turkic invasion, was licking its wounds.
The grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything is thriving.
The eastern capital is Luoyang.
The southern city of Luoyang was prosperous in commerce, and there was a nice name called Fengdu in the Sui Dynasty. There are two squares in the east, west, north and south, there are all walks of life in it, similar to the west market of Chang'an, there are 120 lines in total, more than 3,000 shops, there are more than 400 shops on the four walls, and the goods are bribed.
Although the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal opened by Yang Guang during the Great Cause period dragged down the Sui Dynasty, the Grand Canal from Yuhang in the south to Zhuojun in the north has benefited through the ages, and Luoyang, the eastern capital of it, has gradually risen, and gradually has a tendency to catch up with Chang'an economically.
The endless canal carried countless boats, ships, and other boats, and a large boat docked in it, and several bare-chested servants with straw ropes wrapped around their shoulders, their arms muscled and sweat dripping from their foreheads, unloaded bags of sacks from the boat.
Afterwards, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper turned his money bag upside down, discharged three large sums of money with his hands, and handed it to the servant, which was the day's hard money.
A good-looking servant, probably in his forties, wiped the sweat from his forehead that almost dripped into his eyes with his arm, and then wiped his dirty hands on his brown clothes seven or eight points clean, and took the money gratefully.
"Dog leftovers, your baby is already thirteen or fourteen years old, why don't you let him come out? If you two work together, you can have at least ten cents a day, stay up for a few years, and then buy a few acres of land...... Maybe, you can still be a landlord! A fellow villager persuaded.
The servant who is called Gou Leftover, his big name is Zhou Shunzi, and his nickname is Gou Leftover, after all, his cheap name is easy to support.
He just smiled innocently, shook his head, and didn't answer. Then ignoring the sympathetic eyes of his fellow villagers, he put on a coarse cloth short coat and walked into the downtown area of Nanshi.
When he arrived at a booth where he wrote letters, he cautiously, like a thief, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his waist, looked left and right, and then handed the paper to Mr. Writing, and stammered and asked: "I served in labor in Chang'an last year, and when I arrived at Lantian Pass, I thought that Chang'an was the master of Beijing, so I touched the darkness alone and arrived in Chang'an City at dawn...... Those scholars in Chang'an City are vying to circulate this thing, I think it must be a good thing, but I don't understand it, and I hurry back to my hometown because of the tight time......"
In the autumn of last year, the northern part of Guanzhong was plagued by the Turks, and Zhou Shunzi was conscripted by the local government to build a "railway" from Luoyang to Chang'an...... (The tiles themselves have a curvature, and the tiles can be covered on the wooden rails in turn to achieve the effect of rapid covering.) The four-wheeled carriage pulled by the livestock can still withstand this force under pressure and balance. )
When he came back, he also took a four-wheeled carriage with rails by the way, although it could not be said that he was walking on the ground, but the speed made Zhou Shunzi admire.
Mr. Xu took the dirty piece of paper, looked at it for a while, and exclaimed, "This is Chang'an's Di Bao...... It says that the government wants to form a royal academy, and then it is to recruit famous doctors from all over the world, as well as students, and select the best...... can enter the Imperial Medical Department, and the Emperor Taishang serves as the president, and Sun Simiao serves as the vice president.
The conditions for recruiting famous doctors to teach are that they must have more than ten years of experience in practicing medicine, and the treatment is the same as that of Dr. Guozijian, and the students must be below the weak crown (20), over eight years old, familiar with the scriptures, and have another assessment ...... in Chang'an"
Di Bao is the earliest form of newspaper, which regularly writes official documents such as the emperor's edicts, edicts, and ministers' recitals, as well as political information such as court events, on bamboo slips or silk silks, and then transmits them to local governments through post roads on fast horses by letter riders.
"I have been learning from Mr. Xu for a year or two, but I don't know if it's ...... Chance to be recruited into the royal ...... Medical ......"
"Royal College of Physicians!" Mr. Xu added that he looked at the beard under his chin with a little disappointment, and sighed: "This is a good thing, your baby has a chance to get ahead!" It's just a pity that I'm past my age, and I don't know any medical skills, otherwise I would have to try it! ”
Although the imperial examination began as early as the Sui Dynasty, these children of the poor family are simply a heaven and a place compared with the sons of the family, and they are almost crushed, so the imperial examination has long been monopolized by the family.
Coupled with the imperial examination, how many scholars are admitted every year? And there are so many children from poor families, so the probability of using the imperial examination as a buckle for promotion is very small.
The difficulty of the exam is much more difficult than the college entrance examination in later generations, so the best way to become an official is to be recommended by people of the same clan, or go to Chang'an to become a prisoner of the country, and then pass the assessment of the Ministry of Officials after graduation, and slowly become a local official to slowly improve his qualifications.
The Royal Academy of Medicine seems to be just a place to cultivate Langzhong, but haven't you seen the Emperor appoint a dean?
That's the protégé of the Son of Heaven!
As for the scruples of His Majesty the Emperor today? This is simply nonsense, when the hungry mind is dizzy, someone hands you a piece of steamed bread, will you still dislike the steamed bread is too shabby, did not give you abalone chicken wings?
What's more, the Emperor Taishang is also old, how can His Majesty the Emperor care about the students he taught.
It can be said that the establishment of the Royal Academy of Medicine has undoubtedly torn a hole in the orderly and solidified social class of the Tang Dynasty, and the social class at the bottom will only think about squeezing their heads and drilling into it, where will they consider so many things......
Zhou Shunzi heard Mr. Xu say this, rubbed his hands, picked up the newspaper and ran home.
Seeing this, Mr. Xu was not angry, and with a smile he pocketed the big money that was placed on the stall, and if he were him, I am afraid that he would have gone crazy a long time ago......
If he had this opportunity to enter the national prison back then, I am afraid that he would be 10,000 times happier than Zhou Shunzi.
"Mi'er, Mi'er...... Your books have not been read in vain all these years! Zhou Shunzi pushed open the simple broken wooden door of his house, and looked at the puppy leftover who was reading under the cold window with tears in his eyes.
Most of the people in the village, including the family, dissuaded Zhou Shunzi from letting his son give up studying. There is no big difference between reading and not reading in these years, after all, there is no way to rise.
Zhou Shunzi has also calculated the accounts, and the bundles handed over to Mr. Xu in the past few years can be renewed for him.
But he doesn't regret it, he believes that the puppy leftover is a good name to feed, and he will definitely get ahead one day.
Anti-sack, Zhou Shunzi is fed up!