Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 513
There were originally more than 43 students in the second batch of Dunhuafang students, but they had studied for a few years longer than Zhen Bang and others. Naturally, they couldn't sit still because of their utilitarianism, and they either changed schools or simply made a living.

Datang did not have the term "child labor".

In fact, even Hou Mo and Chen Yu were at a loss about the future of his Erlang.

The first batch of Fang students occupied the sky and ruled the world with their abacus. A few ninth-rank officials, most foreign officials, and a few were accountants.

The second batch of people naturally lost this advantage, and it would be good to make a round belly.

But who knew that Chen Lijian managed to sneak into the Wannian County Yamen, put on a soap-colored official uniform, with a horizontal knife and iron ruler parted at the waist, and looked a little dignified.

"Erlang is promising!"

Hou Mo and Chen Yu are not greedy, it's pretty good to be able to enter the public school, what kind of clothes do you want?

"Looking at the criminal can make some benefits. But, Erlang, don't be greedy. If someone else dies after eating outside meals at your hands, and the criminal's affairs are of great importance, his life may be in danger."

Hou Mo and Chen Yu searched their brains, and finally thought of the topic of prison, and immediately reminded Chen Lijian cautiously.

Most parents will tell their children who are new to the workplace in this way. Although these instructions are out of date in the end, they are still in the heart of parents.

"Aye, don't worry! I, Chen Lijian, will definitely not become a disgraceful student."

Like every passionate young man who has just entered the officialdom, Chen Lijian uttered bold words, but he didn't know whether he would be able to hold the bottom line in the future.

Every student, Mi Fei and Li Zhengyi follow the teachings, the first point of entering the public school: keep yourself!
Blaming others and throwing the blame at colleagues is a common practice in public affairs, and every young person must learn to say "no" to unreasonable orders.

Hou Mo and Chen Yu's family is the only one in Qinglongfang, and Dunhuafang is Pufang Daqing. The brothers and sisters began to communicate, who is the same as himself.

Mi Fei's eyes were filled with relief, and he toasted Li Zhengyi, Wu Sang, and Jiang Gan frequently, congratulating these students and parents who had found a future. After drinking one cup after another, even Wu Sang's cheeks turned red.

"Everyone, as a human being, you must know where the salt is. Whose credit is the greatest for the students from Fang to successfully enter the public school?"

Li Zhengyi drank too much booze. If he wasn't drunk, he was bloated, so he simply changed his target.

A group of people lined up honestly, young and old toasting to Fan Zheng.

"If Dunhua Fang hadn't been a county lord, the baby might be like me, and he would be able to sell a little bit of energy. If he had a living, he would be able to feed the flying mosquitoes."

One witty remark appeared one after another.

Fan Zheng was also not polite, and he would not refuse anyone who came to drink.

If the students of the workshop read it, it is natural to give them a relatively better job, rather than let them work hard like their parents.

If reading can't improve the living environment, why read?

For talking big and nonsense?

"Shanchang, starting from this year, Fangxue will control the scale."

Fan Zheng's meaning is obvious, except for the children of this workshop, those from other workshops should wait a little longer.

It is impossible for the imperial court and Yongzhou government to have a continuous position, which is exclusively for Dunhua Fangxue.

It is not funny to teach a large number of students and end up carrying sacks.

"Xuan Yilang, ah, Xuan Delang, please tell the people in the neighborhood that it is impossible for all the exiled officials and officials in Chang'an City to be students of Dunhuafang. In the future, it will probably be found in Yongzhou and Guanzhong, and gradually scattered all over the place. "

Lu Jiasheng liked Fan Zheng calling him by official title, even though he was still a casual official.

"The order of the county marquis, the lower officials will understand!" Lu Jiasheng said in a drawling tone.

In fact, even if Fan Zheng didn't say anything, most of the people in the neighborhood would have vaguely guessed it.

After all, good things can't just belong to your family. If all the subordinates in the yamen are from Dunhuafang, then they are not far from disaster.

Fan Baili dragged his unsharp dagger, and shouted in a childish voice: "Integrity, self-discipline, justice, and strength!"

The students in the workshop instinctively shouted: "Integrity, self-discipline, justice, and strength!"

The eight-character mantra learned by the workshop floats in the sky above Dunhua Square.

A slogan is a slogan, and it is hard to say whether it can be consistently implemented.

After all, human nature is the most elusive thing in the world, and there are still people who are willing to wear poor clothes and be greedy for huge sums of money.

But no one can say that it is wrong to teach students to be good, and there must be the form that should be there—even if it is only a form.

Fan Baili is the youngest in the school, but who dares to ignore him?

Leaving aside Fan Zheng's official title, Fan Baili himself is a servant, okay?

In terms of rank, probably only Tie Xiaozhuang can overwhelm him.

Fan Baili likes to show off his old-fashioned style in the school, but he has never bullied anyone. When he sees the students fighting too much, he will persuade them to fight. His prestige is second only to Wu Sang.

Fan Baili took the cup from Lei Shisan, and the deodorized and sweetened goat's milk was raw and white, like flowing white jade.

"Congratulations on the new journey of life!"

Fan Baili raised his glass and drank more than half of the goat's milk in one gulp, a drop of milk trickling down the corner of his mouth.

Although Fan Baili couldn't do without being naughty, he strictly followed Fan Zheng's intentions in this respect.

No alcohol, can I drink goat milk?

What is needed is a sense of ceremony.

"Hey!"

The students in the square raised their glasses to congratulate each other in a mess.
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The joys and sorrows of the world are not interlinked. Dunhuafang is full of joy, and some people are full of anger.

"Is there no justice in the world? A mere student can enter the public school directly. I have been waiting for ten years to be like a waste!"

Some growls wafted from the private schools.

Students from state schools and county schools can at least get mixed up with an official.

For private students, if you have good grades, you can take the imperial examination. These incompetent and furious students are naturally poor students who can't learn anything and don't have enough food.

"Fairness, how funny, you have no worries about food and clothing since you were born, and others have to work hard to earn money to be able to complete the cultivation, why didn't you say it was fair at that time?"

"Everyone is studying hard, but you are sneaking around. There is no hope in the scientific examination. What face do you have to say justice?"

"Fang students have a county lord to shelter them from the wind and rain, but you don't. You have a natural family background and a powerful background, but they don't."

Luo Binwang, the assistant teaching assistant who came back to Chang'an from Xiaqiu County, Yanzhou, and the old clothes were washed white, reprimanded him.

Although King Luo Bin was a young man, he was famous all over the world when he was young.

Although not from an aristocratic family, he also has a Confucian atmosphere. His name is Binwang, and his character Guanguan comes from the I Ching Guangua: "To observe the light of the country, use the guest to the king."

His deceased father was the magistrate of Bochang County in Qingzhou, and died in office, which made King Luo Bin impoverished as a young man.

King Luo Bin, who had just entered Chang'an, had lost his aura long ago, so what if he was able to write poems at the age of seven?
However, a prose "Preface to the Banquet at Chu State Temple in the Dark Sun" quickly boosted his reputation.

"How many people enjoy themselves in the mist?"

King Luo Bin wrote quite a few poems, as well as parallel prose, and even his posthumous articles, the most impassioned one is "A Call to Martial Arts for Xu Jingye".

Therefore, although he is a teaching assistant, his prestige is very heavy.

They are all scholars, even if you can't write poems and parallel prose, you can't appreciate its subtlety, you can still roughly understand his writing, one word: good!

The unconvinced students were convinced by Luo Binwang's scolding.

(End of this chapter)