Yuzhu's life was simple and fulfilling. In addition to eating, sleeping, and practicing riding and shooting with Baixing, he also read and practiced calligraphy every day.
At the third watch, Yuzhu got up. After Lin Yaner helped him change clothes and wash up, breakfast was already prepared.
When you go out, keep everything simple. It is naturally impossible to prepare a variety of Cantonese-style morning tea outside Jiuhua Academy. Five
On the dining table, there were several plates of pickles, a few stir-fries, and a large bowl of egg and pork noodles.
Yuzhu sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and happily ate a large bowl of steaming noodles.
After finishing his breakfast and sitting there for another quarter of an hour, Yuzhu got up and went out, heading towards the academy.
Wu Jiang was carrying a cotton bag with double straps specially made by Yuzhu, which contained commonly used imperial examination books. Wu Sheng was carrying a glove box containing tea cups and teapots in his left hand, and a three-layer snack box in his right hand, carefully following
Behind Yuzhu.
The three masters and servants walked quickly towards the main entrance of the academy, holding the stars in the sky.
It was about two miles from his residence to the main entrance of the academy, and Yuzhu thought it was time for him to do some early exercise.
By the time Yuzhu arrived at the door of Class A, the sound of reading could already be heard in the classroom.
Yuzhu walked in and saw that Class A's classroom was almost full.
Good guy, in order to gain fame, become an official and make a fortune, and honor their ancestors, these scholars really work hard.
In the classroom, some people closed their eyes and meditated, some people read aloud with books in hand, and some people practiced calligraphy silently with pens in hand.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the arrival of Yuzhu, a new classmate.
Maybe someone discovered a strange jade pillar, but no one stood up and asked him, who are you?
Well, this is actually quite good. Everyone is rushing to become a Jinshi, so why waste time?
If there is a destiny, we will intersect. If there is no destiny, the two of them will just have a haha and get over it.
After all, Yuzhu is the soul of an adult. He has been a leader for many years and is used to seeing the harshness of the world and the warmth of human relationships. His outlook on making friends has already become extremely mature.
In his previous life, when Yuzhu was a technician at a steel factory, even though he actively participated in the class reunion with money and effort, he was still a transparent person who was completely ignored.
After he became the deputy mayor of the provincial capital, his classmates who used to look down on him became extremely affectionate to him, as if they had learned the face-changing trick of Sichuan Opera.
The school beauty he had a crush on back then was already very old, but she was still shamelessly trying to get into his arms.
The importance of your circle of friends is determined by your strength.
The little section chief actually wants to get into the director's circle. That's a fool's errand and overestimating his abilities!
The classwork of Class A was very tight. At 4:00 a.m., Mr. Cha came to the classroom on time and began to explain the meaning of the scriptures.
After Yuzhu listened carefully for two hours, he came to a preliminary conclusion. It was a worthwhile trip.
Mr. Cha's explanations of the meaning of the scriptures often have just the right and appropriate interpretations, which makes one have to admire his knowledge.
No wonder Jiuhua Academy, which has so many talented people, would ask Zha Siting to teach the seeds of Jinshi in Class A.
A class lasts for two hours, with no breaks in between. Students who are really anxious can quietly go to the toilet while Mr. Cha turns his back, which is a more humane arrangement.
When Yuzhu was studying at home, he was alone. He could endure loneliness and sit still completely.
Let alone two hours, even for three hours, he could sit on the chair and not move at all.
After finishing school at noon, Yuzhu did not get up and go out immediately. Instead, he held a pen in his hand and recorded the subtle conclusions made by Mr. Zha one by one based on his memory.
"Hey, are you serious? It's just that your handwriting is very average."
Just when Yuzhu was working hard, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Yuzhu looked up and saw a dark-faced scholar, wearing a washed blue coarse cloth jacket, standing next to him.
Since the black-faced scholar is a classmate in the college, no matter what Yuzhu thinks in his heart, he cannot be offended on the surface.
Yuzhu put down the brush in his hand, stood up and bowed his hands in salute, and said politely: "I'm Tong Yuzhu of Shuntian Mansion. Could you please give me your surname?"
"Shuntian Mansion? Tong Yuzhu? Are you a bannerman of the Han Army?" The black-faced scholar frowned. Not only did he not answer Yuzhu's question, but he pressed him about his origin in a vulgar and rude manner.
There is no way, these days, Han people with the surname Tong are really very rare in the Jiangnan area, and it is impossible not to attract attention.
In fact, most of the Tong surnames in Shuntian Prefecture are the main branch or branch of the Tong Jia family. Yuzhu deliberately omitted the word "Jia", but unexpectedly, the black-faced scholar saw through it at a glance.
After all, family background cannot be hidden from others, and paper cannot cover the fire.
Yuzhu is going to do something earth-shattering. His so-called identity under Manchuria is not only harmless, but also provides him with a strong camouflage.
Win the world in the handle of a knife!
When Kowloon was seizing the throne, the great scholars, the ministers, the ministers, and the ministers of the south study room seemed to have great power, but in fact they were of no use.
The person who really made the decision was Longkodo, who held the military power. And Longkodo was Yuzhu's biological father, so he had a lot of room for maneuver.
Kangxi, Kang Mazi, was touted as a holy king by some shameless Han scholars.
Damn, Shengjun is a fool!
In his later years, Kangxi was extremely arrogant and extravagant. He overhauled the palaces, flourished melons, and deliberately suppressed the development of advanced military technology and equipment, which can be said to be full of misdeeds.
For example, he visited Rehe in the north to escape the summer heat, visited Jiangnan in the south, Mount Tai in the east, and Mount Wutai in the west. He visited them all, and the entire Qing treasury was emptied by him.
By the time Kangxi died, the national silver inventory was less than five million taels.
If Yongzheng hadn't ascended the throne and extremely violently promoted the reform of sharing the land with farmers, raising honest banks, and gentry all paying grain and serving as errands, the Qing Dynasty would probably have perished.
Not to mention other things, the war between the Qing Dynasty and the Junggar Khanate alone lasted for nearly a century. I wonder, if we don’t divide the land between the families, how can we get the money and food to fight the war?
Many people don't know how powerful the Junggar Khanate is and think it's just a small country.
In fact, when the Qing Dynasty was at its most dangerous, Junggar Khan Galdan's horses were already less than 150 miles away from the Forty-Nine City.
At that time, the entire capital was shaken and people were in panic. The fleeing crowds pushed and squeezed, and even hundreds of people were trampled to death.
Among Yongzheng's three major political achievements, the gentry were all required to pay grain and serve as errands. Because it was too harmful to the interests of the Manchu aristocrats and Han bureaucrats, it was only implemented for thirteen years.
As soon as Qianlong ascended the throne, he abolished the gentry's unified payment of food and duties, which won over the hearts and minds of the entire ruling class and consolidated the unstable throne.
However, the spread of land among farmers was a great success, allowing the Qing Dynasty to have enough food and military pay to launch a sustained and desperate struggle with the Junggar Khanate.
In fact, Kang Mazi was extremely vigilant against the Han people.
If you are not a bannerman, you have no chance to touch the handle of a knife near the capital!
Today, Yuzhu can only use his identity as a bannerman as a cover to deceive Kang Mazi's trust and gain military power in the capital.
Only by appointing a prince with trustworthy character as the emperor can Yuzhu have the opportunity to save the family's wealth and life, and even plan for greater things.
At present, the so-called invincible Eight Banners soldiers have greatly declined.
The main force of Kangxi's last personal expedition to Galdan was actually the elite iron cavalry of the Sauron tribe transferred from Heilongjiang, plus the Green Camp soldiers, who were mainly Han people.