The Ming Dynasty officials http:///book/90257

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Spring rain was pouring down, and rain and mist shrouded this small village.

From the head of the village to the end of the village, it was already pitch black, only the one at the west end of the village, and the figure on the window swayed, revealing a dim yellow shimmer.

On the clay kang in the house, there is a very clean table, and on the table, there is a flickering old oil lamp.

Several people sat around and did not speak.

Sitting cross-legged on the kang head was an old man who looked to be about fifty years old, with a knife and axe on his face.

A pair of slightly cloudy eyes stared at the oil lamp, but his hand unhurriedly dug a full pot of dry tobacco from the cigarette pocket, and pressed it with his thumb.

"Dad, what do you think, Da Lang and Erlang are here, you can tell me-"

The woman on the side, who was also covered with weather, scratched her sideburns with the awl in her hand, and lifted the sole of her shoe with great force.

The old man lit the pot with a solid porcelain lamp, took a deep breath, and a thick smoke spewed out of his nose.

"This matter is related to the future of our old Chen family, and it is also related to the life of the third child——"

Speaking of this, Lao Chen Tou subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Just say it, Daddy!"

The person who was talking was a young man of seventeen or eighteen.

"Alas-" Old Chen Tou sighed, "I'm going to let the third child go to school!" ”

Study?

The two young men were a little surprised, studying?

That's a big deal!

"What's the matter—you two have ideas for being brothers?"

"No, no, I'm too lazy to study, I want to join the army-"

"You little bunny!" Old Chen's eyes widened suddenly.

The woman also slapped him in disgust: "What nonsense, what do those military households have to do?" ”

The older young man didn't express any dissatisfaction with his younger brother's idea: "Dad, do you want San Lang to go to school?" ”

Lao Chen glanced at the opposite room: "Yes, your brother wanted to go to school half a year ago, but I didn't let him, but he threw himself into the river three days ago, although he was rescued, but he looked demented, and he didn't say a few words, just like a dumb person!" ”

The woman sighed and wiped her eyes.

"You can't just be so bad, you two are also older, and you can talk about it - boss, you say it first!"

The Chen family clenched his fists and didn't speak for a long time.

The flame of the oil lamp jumped suddenly, and the woman hurriedly put down her work and took scissors to cut off the lantern.

"Dad, you let the third child go to school, I don't have anything to say, but we are dozens of miles away from the county seat, I heard that the social studies there are good, and the children of rich families are sent there, but our family-"

"Let's not go to social studies, go to Fengjiazhuang!"

"Feng Jiazhuang - you mean the Feng family's private school?"

Old Chen nodded.

Private schools are relative to public schools.

The social school located in the county seat is the most basic public school.

Below the county seat, there are some wealthy families in some villages and towns, who will raise money and hire a gentleman to teach the children of the clan.

In a village like Chenjiazhuang, there are a few words that can be recognized in a village, and they can be counted with a slap.

Not to mention the long distance of social studies, dozens of miles away from the village, and most of them are wilderness.

The main thing is to ask for silver.

At this time, the tuition fee for social studies was silver.

Five taels of silver a year.

Lao Chen's family has worked hard for a year, and they can't see a tael of silver, so it's good to be able to coax a round belly.

"Let's not point to the third child to be admitted to the show, as long as we can recognize a few words, after a year or two, ask someone to find him an errand in the town——"

"My brother settles the accounts, I don't have any ability to be a father, I can only talk in front, the third child has studied, and this property has nothing to do with him, but in this way, you brothers also suffer losses, so I discussed with your mother and talked to you two first!"

"I don't want any property, I said, I'm going to join the army!"

Chen Jiaerlang insisted on his idea, but no one paid attention to him at all.

"Boss, it stands to reason that you are not too young, and you should be given a family affair, but the third - alas!"

Old Chen half-bowed his head and began to smoke a cigarette.

In the room to the east, lying on the earthen kang is the third child of the Chen family.

At this moment, the third child of the Chen family burst into tears.

Three days ago, he came into the world.

The third child of the Chen family, who committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, is indeed dead.

The soul of this body, from the modern age.

Chen Zhou, a top liberal arts student at a prestigious university.

Ten years of cold window, a prestigious university, but at the moment of graduation, I felt the deep chill of life.

Outstanding graduates were transferred, and the selection and transfer indicators were crowded, and Chen Zhou still remembers the contemptuous gaze of the director of students.

Chen Zhou, who lost this opportunity, finally only took the grassroots civil service exam in a third-tier city in his hometown.

I have been a grassroots civil servant for two years, working 9 to 5 every day, repeating the cycle, but because I have no background, I am naturally marginalized.

I didn't do less work, I didn't run less legs, but in the end I ended up with a "waste" evaluation.

"If you want to be an official, you have to see if your ancestral grave has that green smoke?!"

Lao Yan, who was in his forties and was still just a deputy chief, said to him with squinted eyes.

His parents, who loved him, asked someone to help him transfer to the city library and find a job as a librarian.

The great thing about this job is that there is no pressure – and of course, there is no future!

In this way, Chen Zhou is buried in books and his inner world every day.

Fortunately, the library is very suitable for him, and he has read a lot of books in the subset of history.

Then, while working overtime one day, sudden death!

He didn't even have time to say goodbye to his parents!

Listening to the old Chen Tou from next door for his own plan, Chen Zhou's tears flowed wantonly on his face.

For myself in my previous life, and for my parents who are far away in another time and space.

Passing through this kind of thing can only be hidden in the bottom of the heart.

Don't say what the consequences are, even if there are no consequences, it is estimated that people will only be regarded as crazy.

When he first woke up, Chen Zhou had planned to live like an ostrich.

In this family, as the youngest child, he has just turned fifteen, and everything is still early.

The three children, none of them went to school, and none of them married a daughter-in-law.

Chen Zhou just lay quietly on the earthen kang, crying, listening to the voice from next door.

Although the family deliberately lowered the sound, this sound insulation effect could be heard clearly every sentence. This is to let yourself go to school!

At this time, for a farmer, reading is really a luxury.

Two days ago, the head of the village on duty banged the gong and announced, the old emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the Yuan Apocalypse was changed!

Apocalypse!

This is the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Zhou quickly determined the coordinates of his time.

"So—what about the shackles?" It was the Chen family who spoke.

If you want to go to a private school, the first thing that is difficult is to bind your belly.

The bundle was there in the time of Confucius.

"Above self-restraint, I have not tasted no teaching."

These are the original words of Master Confucius.

Bunch, in simple terms, is dried meat bundled into a bunch.

Take ten strips of dried meat, and I'll teach you everything!

Students should worship the teacher, and they must always show something.

As for what Zhu Xi said later, "the one who is the thinnest of the bunch", it means that the "ten pieces of dried meat" are not a generous gift, and the tuition standard is too low, and it is estimated that the factors that do not take into account the progress of the times.

At least for the current Chen family, ten pieces of dried meat really won't be out of the way.

The problem is that the Feng family's private school, ten strips of dried meat are definitely not available.

Regardless of whether this bundle is a generous gift or a thin gift, the Feng family opened a private school, not for the sake of the successors of the imperial court, but for the successors of their own family.

The Qi family rules the country and the world, and the family is in front!

And the gentleman of the private school, in addition to the salary offered by the Feng family, lives on bondage, which is true.

Therefore, it is a dream to expect the Feng family to carry out compulsory education for free.

In addition to the bundle, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all additional expenses, and you even have to go to distant towns to buy them.

Of course, there are some private schools, but the quality is inferior and the price is high.

"I always have to give it, I asked someone to inquire, everyone has no silver, almost two hundred copper coins, and now I have it at home; Plus some from the soil, caught in the mountains, caught in the river - it's all right! Didn't Jiro shoot two hares yesterday - plus almost! ”

Old Chen Tou was obviously thoughtful.

is such a farmer, unexpectedly, to let himself go to school.

Chen Zhou's mood was a little complicated.

Studying, which is a natural thing in modern society, is a natural thing, and it is illegal to not accept compulsory education.

Here, it's a thing that's harder than climbing to the sky.

The oil lamp went out.

Da Lang and Erlang walked in in the dark, took off a few handfuls of ba, jumped on the earthen kang, and slept with their heads covered.

Chen Zhou stayed awake all night, staring at the endless darkness - in this life, we must let the ancestral tomb of the Chen family rise green smoke!

The next day, the family got up early in the morning.

Old Chen Tou packed up his things without saying a word, counted the two hundred copper coins one by one, and put them heavily in the blanket on his chest.

At the other end of the blanket were two liters of rice measured from the tank.

The two hares, tied with a bundle of grass twisted together, were carried by the eldest man.

It is more than three miles away from the village where the private school is located.

In the whole county, it must be regarded as a very close village.

Because of this, there are several in-laws in the two villages.

Lao Chentou went this time, because he asked Chen Jiazhuang to marry an aunt and grandmother in Fengjiazhuang.

However, this aunt Feng Chen also put down her words in advance, just hand over a sentence, whether it can be successful or not, it depends on whether the ancestral tomb of the Chen family has this green smoke!