In the Gongyuan, several elders from the Ministry of Rites did not leave, but were waiting to check the policy papers that had just been collected.
Yesterday's vision was really shocking, and it was hard to calm down. More importantly, His Majesty had sent a message today, asking about yesterday's situation, which made everyone pay attention.
When these policy papers were collected one by one, Song Mu's paper was presented to Yan Fu.
Because the momentum was not so terrifying this time, everyone was able to successfully detect Song Mu's location. Even if their names were obscured, everyone could easily find the paper.
"A small regular script, I straighten it myself, it seems I haven't put in any hard work on it."
Yan Fu immediately took the paper and looked at it in his hand, without forgetting to praise it.
Immediately, Mr. Han came forward and asked Yan Fu to spread the paper flat on the table. Several elders had gathered around him.
"Sea transportation?" After reading this, another old man named Pang frowned and looked at Mr. Han.
Master Han also frowned slightly, his expression a little complicated at the moment.
This topic was proposed by the Ministry of Revenue and later slightly modified. The original intention was to brainstorm ideas and see if there was a good solution to water transportation.
This article was quite satisfactory at the beginning, and many of its views were consistent with the official document that was submitted. Even some subtle things could only be understood by a few veterans who had been in charge of water transportation.
Moreover, this sentence criticizes the ills of the times and is very delicately polished, which can be said to be pleasing to the eye.
But at the end, when they saw each other's alternative views on water transportation, they all involuntarily converged on one word.
Mr. Han is no stranger to the word shipping, because another young man told him about it personally several decades ago.
That person's name is Huangfu Fengming.
After he served in the Eastern Border Army at that time, he frequently submitted reports to superiors, and the things he always talked about were about the Eastern Border Sea.
Among them, what he talked about most often was about shipping.
Inform the imperial court, open sea transportation, stimulate the economy of the north and south, and explore unknown territories.
The imperial court did think carefully about it, and even issued an order to try it out. However, after that, the Kraken counterattacked instantly, not only sinking many cargo ships that were about to sail, but also pulling two naval forces into the water and drowning.
At the beginning, he and Pang Pang went to the East China Sea to negotiate with the Black Dragon King in person.
The other party is extremely domineering, but there is no way to compete with the other party's power, and the other party agrees that the ten miles offshore belong to the human race, so there is no possibility of negotiation.
However, shipwrecks continued to occur from time to time, and shipping gradually declined.
Canal water transportation also entered a prosperous stage.
But today I saw this word again, and thinking about yesterday's situation, Master Han suddenly had an idea in his mind, that is, could this matter really be something that can change his luck?
But immediately, Master Han and Pang Pang lowered their eyes slightly, suppressed this thought in their hearts, put down the paper, their expressions became calm, and now they looked up at the people in the field and spoke.
"It seems that there is something extraordinary, but it is the same. Remember to judge the papers fairly, and don't misjudge based on what I said."
After Mr. Han said this to Yan Fu, he hurriedly left with several elders, leaving only Yan Fu and others who were a little confused.
Yan Fu also looked forward at the moment, and carefully looked at the paper that Master Han picked up, and he was also a little confused.
An idea that was different from Master Han's came to his mind. Did he overemphasize the benefits of shipping mentioned above and forget about its harms?
It's just that the analysis of water transport is really out of the way, and the references to classics and references are very sincere, so it can be regarded as an excellent essay.
Therefore, Yan Fu remained silent and just put the paper back in the strategy paper, saying that he would judge the paper after the examination.
When the officials of Gongyuan saw the silent expressions of the adults before and after them, they all had puzzled expressions on their faces, as if they felt that the policy paper was a little too timid.
This is obviously a matter that touches on the sound of luck. Is it really too much and insufficient in the end, and it is not considered a great article?
Outside the Gongyuan, the number of people gathered here gradually decreased tonight.
Part of the reason is that today's weather seems to be a little colder. There were some snow particles earlier. Although it has not snowed in the city, the cold wind is even worse, making people shiver uncontrollably.
But the more reason is that they are disappointed with the policy debate of this conference.
This time, the strategy only triggered a vision once, and the vision only blessed one person in the Gongyuan, and had nothing to do with himself and others.
This made many people who had been waiting here for six days feel discouraged and even gave up and left.
However, there are still many people waiting outside the Gongyuan. They are waiting for something different to happen in the last exam.
Some people also comfort themselves that if they cannot enjoy the blessings of visions, then it is worthwhile to see a poetic vision full of flowers.
Of course there are more, they also hope to encounter a different situation when the time comes.
Everyone is having a hard time here. Many people can't stand the cold weather and even faint.
Even those strong soldiers and officers were mostly exhausted.
In a tent on the square, there was a quarrel at this moment.
"Husband, I feel that this is not good. My little baby is not as good as us. He can't bear the cold and wind. Look at him, he can't eat anything these days and he cries all day long."
A woman held a half-year-old child and said with concern. It was still very cold in the tent despite the heat of the three stoves.
Next to her, Dai Mingliang was sitting on the side of the stove eating something with a determined expression.
"We must not give up halfway. Even if Xiaobao misses the first two exams, we must wait here until the end of this exam."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Na Xiaofang's eyes suddenly turned red and she said dumbly.
"Husband, please take a look at us. Why don't you and my brother-in-law stay here? We will go back to the house, which is not far from here."
Dai Mingde also stood up immediately, wanting to say a few words about this. Dai Mingliang looked at the red-faced child under the quilt, but finally shook his head.
"If he can't bear this little hardship, Xiaobao won't be able to become famous in the future."
"Think about it carefully. When Song Jieyuan triggered the vision, there were many children in Yuzhang City who were carried under the examination hall to enjoy the blessings of the vision."
"When the time comes, it will only make Xiaobao colder even more."
"But husband, are you sure there will really be a vision? What if..."
The woman wanted to retort again, but Dai Mingliang shook his head calmly, and then said in a deep voice.
"I dare not say anything, but this year marks the 30th anniversary of Chongwen!"
When Dai Mingde said this, Xiaofang was also stunned. This is a special year, and the examination must be auspicious. Besides, the first two examinations also had such earth-shattering scenes...
Dai Mingde was watching from the side, sighing slightly at this moment, and could only offer a word of advice.
"Sister-in-law, you and Xiaobao just have to bear with it a little longer. The poetry field below and the content of the exam are the things Song Jieyuan is most familiar with."
"As you have seen before, Song Jieyuan is a man who can write poems with great talent. He must be extraordinary in this examination room."
When Dai Mingde said this, Xiaofang sighed deeply and seemed to have accepted this statement.
Dai Mingde felt that the tent was dull, so he wrapped his cloak tightly and went out. At this moment, he looked at the towering walls of the Gongyuan in front of him and exhaled a puff of white steam.
"Song Jieyuan, Mingde will wait and see."
Dai Mingliang said solemnly, looking as if through the city wall, he saw Song Mu writing furiously among them.
And in this dark night, the Baoshan Great Wall sounded the first horn of the new year.
Xu Wang was eating dinner when he heard the melodious sound of the horn. He quickly rushed out of the beacon tower with his weapons. Looking up, he saw soldiers surging on the Great Wall.
The first order of the Chang'an Guard, the horn sounded, and preparations were made for battle.
At this moment, the teams stationed under the Baoshan Great Wall began to climb the city, and the defenses in various parts of the city were also activated.
"What happened to blow the horn?"
Xu Wang chewed the dried meat in his mouth, then grabbed a soldier and asked seriously.
The soldier also looked panicked at this moment, but when he saw Xu Wang, he immediately performed a military salute and then immediately pointed out of the city.
Xu Wang turned his head and looked outside the city.
Outside the Great Wall where the wind and snow were blowing, I could see that in the darkness, there were faint dots of light.
Those light spots exude ominous power.
Xu Wang suddenly let go of the other party and looked carefully outside the city. He immediately spit out the dried meat in his mouth, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he shouted around.
"Open the formation immediately, everyone is on alert! There is a monster coming, it may be a tide of beasts!"