Chapter 118: repercussions

　　 "Isn't this obvious? Different categories will do different things in the future."
　　 Du surnamed Shu physiologically said.
"That's why it's strange that the sage tells us that studying is for self-cultivation, governance, and peace in the world, for the official residence, for the country and the people. If this is the case, why is this Bowen Academy divided into so many categories? The sub-collection of classics is enough." A scholar Said.
　　 "This statement is not correct, but I think this blog is different from private schools. Scholars don't have to concentrate on getting a college degree, but can do other things." Someone said.
　　 "So Brother Su said that he is not ready to take the imperial examination?" The scholar named Du looked at a scholar in patched clothes and asked.
The scholar surnamed Su nodded, "Participating in the imperial examination year after year, but falling out of the list year after year, and the family is getting poorer and poorer. I am afraid that the entanglement involved in the imperial examination will not come out. You can also get enough food and clothing."
"Brother Su's words are not right. As the saying goes, the rich cannot be prostitious, and the poor cannot be moved. Moreover, even if he has been studying hard for ten years, Brother Su can apply for the political history classification in the Bowen Academy even if he does not participate in the imperial examination, and he will be a good career in Qingzhou in the future. of."
　　 "Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't want to. Just looking at the number of people on the political history roster, I know that ten thousand people have competed for the single-plank bridge. Now a certain has more than 20 and can't afford it." The scholar surnamed Su sighed deeply.
　　 The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, and the scholar named Du said: "It's bad, it's bad. I'm talking about the Sun family's rebellion. How can I get involved in this Bowen Academy."
　　 Everyone smiled bitterly. It was precisely because of the destruction of the wealthy family like the Sun family that they paid attention to the Bowen Academy. The wealthy family had disappeared. There must be a lot of vacancies in these six states. This is the time to become an official.
　　 Different from the reactions of scholars, when the reporter of the newspaper read the newspaper to the people of Zhujiacun, there was a burst of cheers, followed by "Chitose, Chitose." The voice was endless.
　　 The reputation of King Qi once again took root in the hearts of the people. He was a vassal who was not afraid of the rich and willing to profit for the people. Now this vassal is as tall as a hero in their hearts.
　　 I would like to ask, who would dare to go to a banquet even knowing the danger, in order to eradicate the evil of the wealthy.
　　 More people are paying attention to the future. According to the newspaper, the wealth of these wealthy people will be confiscated. People who had previously occupied the land by the wealthy people can report to the local government, and the government will return the land after verification.
　　 The news aroused the people's excitement. Many people had already got good land for the affairs of the Wang family last time. The benefits in front of them convinced the people that this is not a lie.
　　 Qi Wang did what he said.
　　 After they cheered, they listened and thought about the land they had been looted by the rich family.
　　 After adding the cultivated land, many of them even have hundreds of acres of land.
　　 "Father, if our land is coming back, will we finish farming this land?" Zhu Wuliu asked his father.
　　 Zhu Da said: "San'er is right, Dad, there is so much more land in the production team at once, and it can't be cultivated unless you buy more cattle."
"Let’s take a look at the harvest this time. The production team said that if the harvest was good, they would sell a portion of the grain to buy farm cattle. I used to worry when there was no land to grow, but now I worry when there is more land." Zhu Wuliu’s father Hahada laugh it out.
　　 Zhu Wuliu's mother gave her husband a white look, and said: "You can be happy, and when you see it, you won't be tired and bend over."
　　 "That would be my pleasure." Zhu Wuliu said suddenly, "I have to marry a wife."
　　 The family laughed upon hearing this.
　　 On the threshing floor, the villagers of Zhujia Village gathered together one by one, and everyone’s eyes were filled with beautiful visions for the future.
　　 Land is the life of farmers. Now that Xiao Ming gave them land, it was equal to giving them everything.
　　 Zhu's family was talking and laughing, and Zhu Sansi, who had been silent all of a sudden, said: "Father, mother, I want to be a soldier."
　　 "Your mother is stunned, what are you going to be? There is no one at home to farm, you are going to be a soldier." Zhu Wuliu's father scolded, and he almost kicked it.
　　 When the Qingzhou Army encircled and suppressed the Sun Family Tribe, Zhu Sansi was carrying firewood to sell in the city. Not only was he not afraid to see this fight, he was shocked by the mighty armor of the Qingzhou Army.
　　 When he returned home, his mind was full of the Qingzhou Army's appearance, and his heart was itchy, dreaming that it would be great if he could wear such a mighty armor.
　　How good would it be to be a member of that battlefield.
"Father, if there is no Qingzhou army to encircle and suppress the Hao Clan this time, can our family get the land back? To put it ugly, what's the use if the barbarians call back that day?" Zhu Three and Four argued.
　　 Zhu Sansi’s father was silent, and the people talking around stopped because of Zhu Sansi’s words.
Only then did they remember that what they got now was what King Qi had fished out for them from the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain. King Qi was willing to risk himself for the people of the fief. Shouldn't they protect King Qi and protect their land? Do your best?
　　 "Three or four, you can think about it. If UU read www.uukanshu.com to serve as a soldier to King Qi, you can't be a gangster on the battlefield." Zhu Sansi's father said sternly.
　　 Zhu Sansi excitedly said: "Father, you agreed."
　　 "This kid is usually silent, and he can't say what he said this time. You are right. If no one is a soldier and your Highness has no soldiers available, how can you fight the barbarians."
　　 "I'm going to be a soldier, too." A voice came from a family nearby.
"I'll go as well."
　　 "……"
　　 For a time, the threshing floor kept ringing the voices of young people joining the army.
　　 The reporter who was reading the newspaper in the middle stopped. He silently wrote down what he saw today. Suddenly he remembered a sentence he asked his husband many years ago, "What is the people's mind."
At that time, the teacher said: "People's hearts are food, people's hearts are a steady stream of soldiers, and people's hearts are people who transport food on the battlefield. If people's hearts are lost, a country lacks soldiers, and a war can't be lost. With people's hearts, even if you lose. After ten times a hundred times, a steady stream of soldiers can eventually win the war."
　　 At this time, it is the scene that the gentleman said.
　　As a reporter, the more places he goes, the more things he sees. Qingzhou is constantly changing, and this change is the embodiment of Qi Wang's thought.
　　 Although he resisted this kind of work at first, he has now found himself enjoying it.
　　 Constantly conveying news, and constantly reflecting on the following questions, the newspaper is the link between the Prince of Qi and the people at the bottom, he feels that he is not a supervisor, but better than a supervisor.
　　 Putting away the newspaper, he walked to the next village, and he increasingly looked forward to more changes in Qingzhou in the future.
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