Where is Xie Jin?

Where is Zhu Yunxi?

Where is Yuan Sutai, the first young master of the court's civil officials, the supervisor of Shanglin Yuan?

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

But not far from the sweet potato fields of Lake Biwa, halfway up the mountainside of Mt. Kane, under a pavilion hidden in the shade of greenery.

Many brocade guards were scattered in the surrounding woods, and in the pavilion, Zhu Yunxi, who the prisoners couldn't find, were standing side by side, looking at the Guozi prisoners beside the sweet potato field at the bottom of the mountain through the gap left between the trees.

Zhu Yunxi had a chuckle on his face: "Pro-Nongsang is a matter of the country's main society, but how many people have forgotten it now?"

Yuan Sutai smiled and groaned, clasping his hands.

This imperial young master, who is in charge of the prime minister's farming and animal husbandry affairs, although he only works in this office, his political status and influence are unmatched in the court.

He was relieved: "Guozijian has a heavy workload, and Hu Xijiu is a diligent person in his studies, and the prisoners do not have the opportunity to go out on weekdays.

The court takes office, how many people in the world spend their lives and bow their heads to the middle, but they can't get it.

Your Highness has a heart, and in the future, he will ask the Guozijian to slowly change it, and there is no need to rush for a moment."

The young master is always calm.

Xie Jin said from another angle: "At present, outside the imperial examination, the selection of officials is used through the method of public examination, and the questions of the papers have already been decided, and if you don't know about the affairs of the department, it is difficult to be selected.

The court from top to bottom, it is not allowed for them not to go to the peasants, and to know the rest of life beyond the classics."

This is one of the benefits of the new imperial court.

Set the requirements for becoming an official from the source.

Want to be an official? Then you have to have real skills.

As for saying that once he became an official, he was greedy and derelict in his duties, it depends on the self-cleaning ability of the court in the future.

Zhu Yunxi changed his words and said: "The imperial court attaches great importance to the cultural context, and the candidates for the wine of the prince have always been cautious, but whenever an official is awarded, if there is no major event, it is almost often used.

Gu also knew that His Majesty's intention was to take a fancy to the virtue of the chosen person.

There are thousands of students, and good teachers are hard to find.

It's just that on the official side, most of them still want to be promoted. The imperial court can't ignore the merits of the ministers, cutting off everyone's path to promotion, which consumes the minds of these people.

However, it is still the same sentence, a good teacher is hard to find.

I don't know if the two of you can be excused for being alone?"

Regardless of whether they wanted to or not, the prisoners under the mountain finally walked into the sweet potato field with farm tools under the watchful eyes of the officials of the Shanglin Yuan Prison and the appeasement of the Guozi Supervisors.

There's really no way around it.

Even those prisoners who were full of unwillingness to do that farming and mulberry thing, looked at the scattered brocade guards and the military guards around them, and they didn't dare to hesitate.

After all, there were many prisoners present, all of whom had experienced the storms and turmoil that occurred in the original Guozijian.

Whether the class starts or not, at this time when you can't wait for Xie Hanlin, it doesn't matter anymore.

If you don't dig sweet potatoes, whether you will be beheaded is the most important question now.

Comparing the two, a donkey knows the answer.

Excavation!

"Hu sacrificial wine has also gone to the ground."

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

Zhu Yunxi continued: "The Guozijian should pay attention to it, and the imperial court should pay more attention to the foundation of education. The predecessor sacrificial wine Song Ne did the national sacrificial wine for eight years, and died of old age on the sacrificial wine seat. The court is looking for good teachers, but if good teachers are trapped in one place for a long time, how can the court show justice?"

The Guozijian under Jilong Mountain was only built in the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang searched for famous teachers, and finally found Song Ne, who worked for eight years and died in the Guozi Prison.

A long term of office cannot last forever.

Although, the degree of attention that the imperial court attaches to Guozijian now is extraordinary, and it can even be said to be a more external honor.

"The key to governing the country is to put education first

。 The way of education is school-oriented."

"Governance lies in good customs, and good customs are based on education. Edification, although Yan can be a gentleman; Enlightenment is wasted, although the medium material may fall into the villain."

Under the premise that the emperor has such an understanding, the official position of the prince of the country to supervise the sacrificial wine from the four grades is far more than that of countless colleagues in the court.

Just the number of court meetings and shifts is enough to see that Guozijian is well treated.

"Whoever is given the gate of heaven to sit, the order of sacrificing wine is above the four products of the Hanlin Academy, the official, and the Jindu Imperial Shizheng...... The same is true of the preface of the canopy hall."

"The sacrificial wine stands on the four products of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple on the left and right."

The national son sacrificial wine is from the official rank of the four products, and at the time of the court meeting, it is even above the general government and the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

And Zhu Yuanzhang is even more in addition to the government, often with the prince of the country, the priest wine, the scholar and so on, "give the hall to sit in the hall, talk about the way of governance".

Yuan Sutai looked at the sweet potato field under the mountain with his hands in his hands, and his brows furrowed slightly.

This kind of work done by the prisoners is really ugly.

Xie Jin sighed lightly, feeling that there was no one like Young Master Yuan in the whole world, who had obviously made a lot of contributions, but he only took care of his own affairs when he went to Lin Yuan.

He said softly: "The imperial court is inspected in Beijing and abroad, and officials in the court and the central government are examined once every three years, and the examination is completed in nine years. The position of the priest of the wine of the country can be evaluated for the upper class, or after the expiration of the term, he will be promoted to the Ministry of Rites, and then transferred to another place. In this way, there is also a way to be promoted, and His Highness can show the justice of the court."

Guozijian Shengli Department was actually originally in Zhu Yunxi's consideration.

The reason why I said it here today is to let this sentence be said from Xie Jin's mouth.

He nodded: "Let's go down too, and let these prison students dig indiscriminately, and the sweet potatoes that grow well will all be Huo Huo, and then the young master will probably not be able to sleep."

Zhu Yunxi smiled and talked, and looked at Yuan Sutai, who was frowning.

The young master is heavy on agriculture and mulberry.

When Xie Jin heard this, he also echoed and laughed.

Yuan Sutai waved his hand again and again: "The minister leads His Royal Highness and the elder pavilion down the mountain."

As he spoke, this young master of the Great Ming had already walked out of the pavilion first.

Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin, who were left behind, glanced at each other and smiled silently, everything was silent.

Sweet potato field at the bottom of the mountain.

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

Hu Ji'an, the priest of the country, held a hoe in both hands, and under the guidance of the old farmer hired by the supervisor of Shanglin Yuan, he waved the hoe and cut into the ridge.

Don't the hoe, the dirt is loose.

"My lord, lift it up again, shake it, and you can see the sweet potato."

The old peasant was a little anxious and commanded.

Hu Ji'an let out a low sigh and pulled up with his hoe, and the dirt was lifted.

Suddenly, the sweet potatoes that grew fat and had bright red skin were exposed to Hu Ji'an's eyes.

It's just that before he could be happy, the old farmer on the side already let out a long sigh.

"Another broken ......"

Hu Ji'an just looked at it, and saw that in the pile of sweet potatoes, there was already a sweet potato that had been cut by the head in his hand.

White mucus seeped out of the sweet potatoes and became dirty with the soil.

Hu Ji'an's brows furrowed slightly, and the joy that was about to arise disappeared instantly: "It's the old man's fault."

The old peasant looked at the official who didn't know which yamen of the imperial court he came from.

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

The old farmer immediately smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just that you can cut it off when you eat." Then you use a little more force, and the hoe falls a little deeper, and it falls to the side, and the soil is raised, and then you can turn it slowly."

Hu Ji'an nodded and gathered his thoughts, spit into the palm of his hand very naturally and unconsciously, and was about to swing the hoe again.

The cabinet's letter has been issued, and today the Guozijian will collect all this sweet potato field

。

Regardless of the intentions of the cabinet, Hu Ji'an, as the eunuch of the country, and the prime minister of the entire country, must practice it.

At least, when these prisoners were still reluctant in their hearts, he was going to take the lead in digging sweet potatoes.

And the Guozi prisoners scattered all over the sweet potato field are thousands of people.

Some people are curious, some people are excited, and naturally some people are dissatisfied.

"Okay, let's come over and dig sweet potatoes, what's going on?"

Closer to Lake Biwa, away from the sacrificial sake and the scholars, a group of prisoners gathered together, with little effort in their hands, and a lot of anger on their lips complained about the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"I see, this is why the cabinet thinks that we and the rest of the country are not in sight, and they can't talk about martial arts, and deliberately punish us."

With the martial arts hall in front of the beauty, it is difficult not to make people feel that the imperial court treats this place of literature and martial arts differently.

Someone swung a sickle and cut down the sweet potato vines on the ridges.

"It's a lesson, but where is it?"

"I think Xie Hanlin is deliberately playing tricks on us! He was originally a master of mental learning, so how could he teach me and everyone else?"

"Difficult!"

"Now that the cabinet is in the middle of the middle, only Xie Hanlin and his senior disciple are left in charge of the cabinet, which is making things difficult for us!"

The crowd was so excited that even the work on hand slowed down. It was only because I was afraid of being seen that I didn't stop completely.

The officials of Shanglin Yuan, who gathered next to the sweet potato field, gathered together to look at the teachers and students of the Guozijian who were busy in the sweet potato field, and laughed and commented from time to time.

If it weren't for the fact that they were seen and heard by their colleagues in the country, these people would have laughed out loud.

"Everyone says that in the prison of the country, I am a brilliant and talented person, but now it seems that there is really a lot lacking."

"This is also my duty in the Shanglin Yuan Prison, that is, to make the world not everything like this, and everyone can't eat."

"I just never thought that the sacrificial wine would be done by myself, and it would be a blessing for the prisoners to have a good teacher like this......

"What's the matter? Look at the people on the other side of Lake Biwa, so lazy and blatant."

"If you want me to say, it's better to drive these people away, lest Huo Huo waste the sweet potato seeds that I have cultivated with great difficulty in the forest garden."

"Silence!"

"Your Highness and the Pavilion Elder are here!"

When everyone was discussing in full swing, an official from the Shanglin Yuan Supervisor on the side immediately coughed lightly and whispered a reminder.

Several people immediately shut up and turned around.

I saw Zhu Yunxi walking in the front, and Xie Jin and Yuan Sutai followed behind.

The arrival of the three of them was not only seen by the officials of Shanglin Yuanjian, but also by the teachers and students of Guozijian in the sweet potato field.

People began to stop what they were doing.

"Your Highness, your courtiers."

"Students, see His Royal Highness."

Zhu Yunxi chuckled and waved his hand, and went to the sweet potato field: "Let's be exempt, today's main lord is your Xie Hanlin, not lonely."

"Your Highness, what lesson is Xie Hanlin going to teach today?"

"Will the students continue digging sweet potatoes, or will they wash up and listen to the class?"

There were bold prisoners, who were already asking loudly in the crowd.

Zhu Yunxi looked over, smiled slightly, and looked sideways at Xie Jin beside him.

Those people he had met a few times in the book and newspaper bureau, and they were the children of Xinxue.

Xie Jin's face was straight, and he stepped forward with a light cough: "Today's homework, dig sweet potatoes."

Today's lesson is digging sweet potatoes?

When Xie Jin appeared in front of everyone, the prisoners thought that they didn't have to dig sweet potatoes anymore.

However, now, it is clear and clear from Xie Jin's mouth that today's homework is digging sweet potatoes.

Suddenly, there was a whisper in the crowd.

Xie Jin didn't say much, but walked into the pergola in full view of everyone.

The Shanglin Yuan supervisor who was guarding here knew what was going to happen today, and immediately took a hoe and handed it to Xie Jin.

"There is labor."

Xie Jin whispered a thank you, and walked into the sweet potato field from the pergola with a hoe.

In the sweet potato field, the inmates were numb.

Xie Hanlin actually wanted to dig sweet potatoes himself!

Peng.

Xie Jin swung his hoe and cut into the ridge.

"I remember! It was here when I first went to Lin Yuanjian that when I harvested sweet potatoes for the first time, His Majesty took the ministers of the court to dig sweet potatoes by himself!"

"Let's keep digging sweet potatoes. His Majesty has dug sweet potatoes, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty have also dug them, and today Xie Hanlin personally digs sweet potatoes in public, how can we not do it?"

"It's just...... What is this for?"

Some people reacted, but there were still countless doubts in their hearts.

All this came to Xie Jin's ears, but he just turned a deaf ear, and only the sweet potato in front of him was in his eyes.

The inmates, especially those who were in their hearts, began to dig sweet potatoes again.

In the sweet potato field, it was busy again.

"Your Highness has good intentions, and the elders of the Pavilion have done it himself, and I hope that these prisoners can really appreciate the good intentions of today."

Yuan Sutai stood next to the sweet potato field, looking at Xie Jin, who had really begun to dig up sweet potatoes, and couldn't help whispering.

Zhu Yunxi looked at him sideways and smiled: "If they don't suffer all the hardships, how can they know that this world is just a spoonful of food and a scoop of drink, and how many hardships and hardships are there."

Yuan Sutai smiled happily.

The state is built on the land, and it is also built on the innumerable agricultural work.

If a country forgets even agricultural affairs and does not pay attention to it, the world will inevitably be in chaos.

Only by guarding the bottom line can we keep the world.

"Young Master, here, go alone to help the gentry take a hand."

Zhu Yun dropped a sentence suddenly, took a hoe from the pergola on the side, and walked into the sweet potato field.

The prisoners in the sweet potato field were shocked again.

"Your Highness is here too!"

"Your Highness is going to dig sweet potatoes yourself!"

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