Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 259 Why Did Daming Come So Late!
In the dungeon of Guangzhou Mansion, a group of unkempt and poor scholars are working hard to prepare the meals sent by the jailers.

The meals provided in the prison are very simple, just porridge made of broken rice with a little green vegetables and pickles, which is far from delicious.

But this is already a rare delicacy for these poor scholars who live in poverty, often hungry and full, and often can only eat corn to satisfy their hunger.

Scholars, that is, children are divided into three classes, endogenous, superimposed, and epigenetic.

Only the first-class talents with the best grades will be given four taels of silver and part of the salary by the court every year, and the other second-class scholars will be ignored by the court.

Obviously, the scholars in this prison belong to the second-class accretion.

In this day and age, reading is expensive.

Except for families with a wealthy family who can normally provide for their children to study.

For other poor or middle-income families, studying can only make the family poorer and poorer.

In the end, even if he was lucky enough to pass the boy's test and get the honor of a scholar, the family would be destitute.

But what can the fame of a scholar do? Except for the privilege of not having to serve corvee and not worshiping officials, it can't bring actual benefits to the family.

Under such circumstances, once a well-to-do family fails the exam for a long time, these people will often give up the scientific exam to inherit the family property, and then turn around to support the more talented younger generations in the family.

After all, they have many options.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for such people to continue to take the exam even though their hair is gray in the exam.

Because of poverty, poor families will also give up early to find another way out in order to make a living. This part of the population also does not exist in the situation where they are still taking exams when they are 50 or [-] years old.

Only the middle-income families gritted their teeth and persisted until the end.

But it was precisely because they persevered to the end that the result was that their wealth was exhausted and they were impoverished.

Let them give up at this time?

All the efforts they have made before have become useless, and they are not reconciled, so at this time they only have the imperial examination as the only way to go.

Therefore, the current old scholars basically belong to this group of people, and because of this, the reaction of these people will be so great.

"squeak~"

The heavy solid wooden prison doors were opened layer by layer, and a Jinyiwei Baihu wearing a flying fish suit led several Jinyiwei school captains in.

Flying fish suit, embroidered spring knife, the iconic attire let everyone in the cell know the identity of the visitor.

A group of old scholars watched the group of brocade guards in gorgeous official uniforms come and stop in front of their own dungeon multi-room, their eyes instantly became terrified.

There is no way, although the Ming Dynasty has been destroyed for decades, these old scholars have not lost their memory of Jin Yiwei!

Coupled with the fact that the Qing Dynasty spared no effort to smear and belittle Daming, the profession of Jinyiwei has become a hellish ghost walking in the world in the eyes of these old scholars. Whoever catches them will die!
And now, this group of evil gods actually stood in front of the prison cells of all of them!

In addition, I questioned the orders of the Emperor of Heaven on the street, and even slandered the emperor, wouldn't that mean that I will be questioned and beheaded by myself!

"My lord! You are wronged! Please forgive me! I was bewitched by them to make trouble!"

Under the icy eyes of all the guards in Jinyi, someone collapsed immediately, and that person quickly distanced himself from the others, begging for mercy with snot and tears.

The power of role models is infinite. With such a good role model, others followed suit and accused their accomplices around them, saying that they were instigated by the other party to do such a bold thing.

All Jin Yiwei: "..."

Seeing the clumsy performance of everyone in the cell, Jin Yiwei Baihu, who led the team, was not optimistic about Zhu Kezang's will for the first time.

However, this is not optimistic, and it just disappeared without a trace after appearing in an instant. Jin Yiwei is absolutely loyal to Zhu Kezang!
"The emperor must have a reason for doing this!" Jin Yiwei Baihu's eyes suddenly hardened, thinking to himself.

"It was passed on to the emperor: You are all well-read poems and books, and you are talents in the world. However, your fortunes are not good, and your fate is too many. For this reason, I set up a new official position as the supervisor of naturalized Confucianism to teach and preach to the foolish people in the land of naturalization. Teaching careers, promoting Confucian style! Although the position is low and the power is light, but it follows the way of heaven! Whether to go or stay, it is all in the mind of you."

It's hard for Zhu Kezang's limited cultural level to boast that a private school teacher is going to save the world.

But these sour Confucians still eat this set!

"The Son of Heaven praises me for being an unworldly talent!"

"The emperor said that it was my bad luck that I didn't win the exam for so long!"

"Not only did the emperor not punish us, but he even rewarded us for being officials! You are a wise king through the ages!"

"The emperor asked me to educate those naturalized fools, you can trust me!"

This is what all the old and sour scholars in this cell are thinking at the moment.

A group of sour Confucians who were still scolding Zhu Kezang Hunjun not long ago became Emperor Zhu's licking dog in an instant because of this oral order.

Moreover, with the changes in the imperial examinations, those guys who only study the Four Books and Five Classics have no hope of passing the imperial examinations to enter official careers. Now the naturalized Confucian supervisor has become their best choice.

No matter how bad it is, you are still an official, so you can't even have enough food!
"My lord, what kind of official position is this naturalized Confucian supervisor?"

An old scholar asked weakly.

With this question, the noisy dungeon suddenly fell silent, and all the old scholars stared at the hundred households of Jinyiwei with bright eyes.

Even after experiencing many big scenes, Bai Hu still felt uncomfortable being stared at by them like this.

"Cough, cough, all future officials of the Ming Dynasty, the Guihua Confucian supervisor is from the ninth-rank official position, which belongs to the Naturalization Department of the Daming Household Department!" Don't look down on Cong Jiupin. Mayor!

Moreover, he is still under the household department, and has a bright future.

Although it is the lowest grade, the old scholars are already satisfied, and they know their own situation clearly. Now at least they have a chance to become an official.

Many people gasped in excitement!

Seeing Jin Yiwei's hundreds of households breaking out in a cold sweat, these old scholars, don't be so happy and sad, they fell into the dungeon, bad luck!
They have to be driven home quickly, Jin Yiwei Baihu thought.

"Everyone, the emperor said that I will give you five days to prepare. After five days, pack your bags and report to the Guangzhou Temporary Office of the Daming Household Department. The address is next to the Guangzhou Yamen!"

"Because I need to go to Nanyang to become an official, if I need to bring my family with me, I can bring them with me."

"By the way, before you leave the dungeon, don't rush to leave. Get a copy of "The Theory of True Confucianism" at the door. Before you take office, you must read the emperor's book. Then, the household department will test you!" Jin Yiwei Baihu instructed road.

All the old scholars pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.

When he was about to walk out of the dungeon, an old scholar with gray hair on his head muttered to himself, "Why did Daming come so late!"

(End of this chapter)