What are the benefits of waking up early?

It is the steaming cave plum blossom buns, the oily Granny Cao's meatloaf, the fresh bean juice just ground by Li Twelve, and the sour buttermilk from the mouth of the wheat straw lane in the west of the Royal Corridor.

What are the benefits of going to bed late?

There is Zhang Qisheng in the Liwa Ziyasha shed, there is the fairy bridge where the ladies of the Panlou East Night Tour gather, there is the music of the East and West Sects, and the bitches of Sweet Water Lane and Guanyin Courtyard.

What are the other benefits of living in the capital?

It's a juju, it's a horse race, it can cheer for its own team, it can cheer for the horse race.

But such benefits, in a few days, will disappear from Zhang Ji's life.

"Thanks to Han Xianggong, I discussed with Zhang Xianggong and made up my mind to ask us and other martial arts students to work together...... Learn from you! Uh, not distracted by external objects. ”

"Han Xianggong is so considerate!"

A group of martial arts students at the banquet were talking drunk, Zhang Ji poured down a glass of stuffy wine in the corner, and poured himself wine with a silver wine jug: "Don't say more, drink." ”

The classmate next to him sat down, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the chicken, duck and fish meat on the table into his mouth, "I will be in prison in two days, and I can only eat more if I have good wine and food." ”

"Thank you so much Han Xianggong." A crowd shouted.

No one will thank the wrong person.

Han Gang's handwritten instructions on the eight-character instructions of Jinde Xiuye Jingwu Bowen are hanging in the school building behind the temple of King Wucheng.

Among Zaifu, the one who values martial arts the most is Han Xianggong, martial arts is divided into two, and there are many more red guys, all of which are the credit of Han Xianggong.

Zhang Ji also raised his glass, "Yes, now Xiu Mu doesn't have to go out of the martial arts gate for half a step." ”

Zhang Ji went to the new school building a few days ago.

The new school building of martial arts, located outside the new city, has a bathhouse with a larger opinion than the bathhouse in Sweetwater Lane.

There is a king-size boiler to boil water, there is hot water day and night, and there is hot and cold water under the faucet, which is rinsed and cleaned, and there is a large bath where you can swim.

To sleep at night is to rest; Bathing in a bathhouse, that is bathing.

The imperial court moved martial arts outside the new city, but it was not ready to let people go out shopping at will. Even Xiu Mu doesn't have to go out of school, eating, drinking, and sleeping can be solved in martial arts. If you want to go into the city, you have to wait for a month to have a wind.

Originally, the new school building outside the city was used for the new tactical section, but now even the staff section has to be moved.

Zhang Ji was reluctant to accept so many benefits in Jingshi, especially his favorite horse race.

But an arm suddenly pressed on Zhang Ji's shoulder, and a classmate hooked Zhang Ji's neck and sprayed wine in his ear: "This time Zixiang is the most proud, there is a big school field over there, and a lap of Happy Valley, after two more years of practice, Zixiang will be able to go to the first-class competition in the big field." ”

"Going to the first class of the Grand Arena? Unless I can lose another thirty pounds. Zhang Ji shook his head again and again with a wine glass, "The upper limit of the horse master who can go to the competition is 100 catties, this year's Pian Er Zhang, last year's Huo Shan Ghost, don't bring clothes, shoes and hats more than 90 catties." ”

"Ninety pounds? Does this weigh as much as a sheep? ”

"Sheep on horseback?"

A group of classmates were drinking lively, but they heard a loud commotion next to them, and the sound suddenly became louder.

"What's going on next door?" Zhang Ji put down his wine glass and looked at his neighbor.

Most of the discussions in the restaurant are full of nonsense, and they are not half reliable. During this time, the Queen Mother was seriously ill, and in the restaurant and tea shop, the atmosphere of discussing state affairs also rose.

Martial arts students also like to discuss current affairs, but the rumors in the market are mostly nonsense, and it is too ridiculous to hear from martial arts students who have a clearer understanding of court affairs. For Zhang Ji and others, I am tired of hearing the rumors of Chen Sesame and rotten grain.

I don't know what kind of rumors are spreading, causing a big uproar in the neighborhood. Zhang Ji couldn't hear what it was, he only heard Su Pingzhang, Zhang Xianggong, and Han Xianggong full of mouths.

One of Zhang Ji's classmates got up, opened the door and yelled to the outside, "What are you arguing about, do you want to die?" ”

There was no sound next door, and the classmate laughed and sat down proudly.

Zhang Ji and several other classmates also seemed to be in a fight, and laughed.

But the door was suddenly kicked open, and a person shook in: "Who is chewing maggots in the mouth?" ”

Dressed in a green robe, with a black belt around his waist, but he didn't have a hat.

Seven colors of clothing, these are all court officials.

According to the law of the imperial court, officials are not allowed to enter and leave the market in official clothes, but Han Gang Zhangdun has had supper at the Zhouqiao Night Market, since the prime minister can visit the Zhouqiao Night Market in official clothes, the officials below are naturally like this, and the phenomenon of entering and leaving the restaurant in purple is naturally increasing.

That touch of green came into his eyes, and there was a sudden silence on the banquet, and the martial arts students didn't even dare to move their bodies, let alone talk back.

The official looked at it for a moment, with a strange smile on his face, "Martial arts? ”

Seeing that no one dared to reply, he laughed twice and walked away.

Originally, the martial arts students were all scholars, and their attire was no different.

But now they all have new military uniforms. Although the texture is good, the heavy felt cloth is cut and the belt is tied at the waist, so you can look at it. But the identity of the red guy is so given.

Wuxue was established once in the Renzong Dynasty because of Western affairs, and it was closed within a hundred days. It was established for the second time in the fifth year of Xining, and although it has been followed to this day, it has never been taken seriously. In the past years of war, there have been a large number of highly meritorious generals, and if the imperial court wants to promote people, it will also be promoted from their side first, and will not take into account martial arts first.

After coming out of martial arts, you still have to start from a petty official who is not in the stream. Ten years ago, two seniors got an evaluation of their martial arts skills, and when they were sent to the Son of Heaven, they were only a third-class borrower, and they still had to wait. Such a future also makes martial arts rank at the bottom of the Jingshi schools. If you are an official, you can come over and laugh twice.

After such a change, everyone was ashamed and had nothing to say for a long time.

After a while, someone finally forced a smile and said, "Forget it." After entering martial arts, he is a red guy, and it is no wonder. ”

"After ten years of studying, I have become a soldier."

Zhang Ji sighed, "If you want to treat yourself as a big person, no one is anyone, and you no longer see yourself as a red guy, but you are not a human being on both sides." ”

Martial arts students basically rely on recommendation to enter the school. Originally, most of them were unambitious scholars, and they planned to change their paths to become officials.

Zhang Ji just couldn't study, but he was skilled in equestrianism, and he also appeared in horse races below the second level many times, so his father spent a lot of money and invited a famous teacher to teach bow and horse martial arts, and asked someone to find two Beijing officials as a guarantor, so that Zhang Ji could enter martial arts after the exam.

In martial arts, there are also some students who are recommended by the governor of the road branch or the judge of the road and the ministers above the courtiers, and they are admitted without examination.

But nowadays, more and more martial arts students are from the army, and martial arts has been divided into two subjects: tactics and staff officers.

Originally, in the eyes of the world, the martial arts students were unable to learn the arts, so they had to join the army, and after all, they could still be regarded as scholars, at least half of them. But with the change in the composition of martial arts students, in the eyes of the world, it is the red guy.

One of them spat on the ground, hateful and hateful: "Red guy! Red guy! This martial arts is not to say that it is compared with Taixue, but compared with the law, medicine, arithmetic, and engineering of Houjian, it is like being raised by the stepmother. ”

"Raised by the stepmother?" The other laughed, "That's still a son-in-law, the martial arts are clearly raised by the little maid, and after the death of his father, he was sold by his stepmother to someone else's house as a slave, and the four relatives don't rely on it." ”

"It's okay, it's good that Han Xianggong values it, but not it's important, why bother to set aside such a large piece of land for martial arts outside the new city?" Someone played a round game.

"That's the person Han Xianggong values him."

The vast majority of martial arts students from the army were recommended by Shaanxi, Hedong, and Hebei, and a few came from Liangguang, Jinghu, and southwest.

The imperial court set up a new Shenji battalion, and felt that the officers of the Beijing battalion were not successful, so they selected and transferred meritorious generals from Guanxi, Hebei, and Hedong. However, most of these generals were illiterate, and because the Shenji Battalion wanted to teach firearms and practice new tactics, it needed officers with good minds and could accept new things, so the imperial court set up a tactical class. The original martial arts students were subsumed into the General Staff Section.

However, there is not much difference between the two subjects. Doctors of martial arts and professors are all designated by the Chinese book, and even the teaching materials, in addition to the art of war such as "Sun Wuzi" and "Sima Fa", there is also Han Gang, the prime minister, who organized many witnesses to write the battle records of the wars in recent years, deduce them against the sand table, and train them in drawing and reading maps. In addition, it is the most important firearms tactics.

On. Get artillery, fire. The level of the gun, such as Zhang Ji, a martial arts student in the staff department, can also be regarded as a first-class.

From this point of view, the prime ministers do attach great importance to martial arts - after all, it can also be regarded as a force, and if the defenders and arsenals in martial arts are counted, it is an elite Shenji battalion commander.

However, Zhang Ji didn't think that the imperial court would mobilize martial arts students to form a command to go to the battlefield.

A group of people were complaining, when suddenly one of them changed his face and motioned for the others to be quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Just asked the words, but Zhang Ji's expression also became solemn.

Zhang Ji is in martial arts, and he has to practice every day, and the sound of horses' hooves and armor colliding will never be mistaken.

He jerked to his feet and pushed open the window.

A few classmates huddled through the window and looked out.

A wing square far away from Lixu, the red light is reflected, as bright as day.

"There's not ......"

As soon as Zhang Ji spoke, he covered his mouth.

Someone next to him whispered: "Those clans jumping up and down must have provoked Xianggong." ”

"Is it just for this matter that the prime minister convened the council today?" Someone asked.

"Didn't you say it for the sake of the council?"

Zhang Ji said: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating. ”

"Do you want to change officials?" Someone had the audacity to ask.

Zhang Ji was about to speak, but suddenly his head shrank back suddenly, and he pulled everyone back fiercely, "Hide." ”

"What's wrong, who do you see?"

A few were confused, but a few were as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhang Ji's face changed, and he spit out a name, "Captain Yan." ”

Yanda is not important, what matters is the direction where Yanda came from, which is the location of Wucheng Wang Temple.

"I knew you were here!"

There was a thud, and the door was kicked open again, and a man stood in the doorway.

Everyone was startled and hurriedly turned back. But he saw that it was the chief of the Honsai. There are more than 300 people in the school, divided into ten fasts, and each fasting has a fasting leader, who manages the daily affairs of the school and contacts the teachers in the school.

"What's wrong? It's not time for evening class yet. Zhang Ji was surprised.

Zhai Chang hurriedly said, "Taiwei Yan came to the martial arts school just now, and he wants to transfer all the martial arts students. ”

"I just watched Captain Yan go over."

"He gave the order and left, what are you delaying, just a few of you haven't come back!" The fire is burning and urging.

How can you find someone from martial arts?

Zhang Ji's head was full of questions.

What is even more puzzling is how Yanda got the permission of the ministers.

Among all the schools, only martial arts are not under the supervision of the Guozi, but are listed under the Zhongshu Gate.

Without the permission of the prime minister, even if Yan Da is a lieutenant and holds the military order of the Secret Academy, he will not be able to transfer the martial arts students.

A group of students hurriedly checked out and went downstairs, and Zhang Ji asked as he walked, "What to do?" ”

Zhai Chang said angrily: "Take care of the prisoners." ”

Who to take care of?

Zhang Ji wanted to ask, but a flash of inspiration flashed.

It's a clan.