Chapter 259 Why did Ming come so late!

In the dungeon of Guangzhou Prefecture, a group of poor and disheveled scholars were busy preparing the meals sent by the jailer.

The food provided in the prison is very simple, just some white porridge made from broken rice with a few green vegetables and pickles, which is far from delicious.

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

Scholars, that is, children, are divided into three categories: endowment, growth, and appendage.

Only the first-class scholars with the best grades will be given four taels of silver and part of their salary every year by the court. The court will not care about the other second-class scholars.

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

In this era, studying is very expensive.

Except for families with a wealthy family who can provide normal education for their children.

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

In the end, even if he was lucky enough to pass the boy's examination and gain the title of scholar, his family would be completely impoverished.

No matter how bad he is, he is still an official, so he can't even have enough to eat!

"Sir, what rank does this naturalized Confucian eunuch hold?"

"Creak~"

The bitter scholars who were scolding Emperor Zhu Ke and Zang Hun not long ago instantly became the licking dogs of Emperor Zhu Da because of this dictation.

Therefore, these current old academics basically belong to this group of people, and it is also because of this that the reaction of these people will be so great.

The power of role models is infinite. With such a good role model, other people will imitate others and accuse their accomplices, saying that they were incited by them to do such daring things.

"The Emperor of Heaven praises me as an unparalleled talent!"

Although it is the lowest grade, the old scholars are already satisfied. They have a clear understanding of their own situation. Now they at least have a chance to become an official.

In addition, the Tatars spared no effort to smear and belittle the Ming Dynasty. In the eyes of these old scholars, the profession of Jinyiwei has become a hellish ghost walking on earth. Whoever is caught will be killed!

And now, these evil gods are standing in front of everyone's cell!

A group of old scholars watched this group of guards in gorgeous official uniforms come to a halt in front of their own dungeon, and their eyes instantly became horrified.

Let them give up at this time?

But what does the title of scholar do? Apart from the privilege of not having to do corvee service and not having to accept official duties, it does not bring any real benefits to the family.

To praise a private school teacher as if he wants to save the world is difficult for Zhu Kezang's limited cultural level.

Moreover, with the changes in the imperial examination, those of them who only studied the Four Books and Five Classics have no hope of entering official careers through the imperial examination. Now, naturalizing as a Confucian eunuch has become their best choice.

"Your Majesty, you can trust me when you ask me to educate those ignorant people!"

In addition, he had questioned the order of the Emperor of Heaven on the street before, and even slandered the emperor. Doesn't that mean that he will be put to death?

But precisely because they persisted until the end, the result was that their family wealth was depleted and they were left penniless.

Moreover, he is still under the Ministry of Revenue and has a bright future.

"Ahem, cough, future officials of the Ming Dynasty, the Naturalized Confucian Supervisor is an official of the ninth rank, subordinate to the Naturalization Department of the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Ming Dynasty!" Don't look down on the ninth rank of the Ming Dynasty. In modern times, he is still the director or director of the village.

Township chief!

It made the entire family of Jin Yiwei break into a cold sweat. These old scholars, don't be so happy that they become sad and fall into the dungeon. It's bad luck!

We have to drive them home quickly, Jinyiwei Baihu thought.

"Not only did the emperor not punish us, he also rewarded us with official duties! What a wise king through the ages!"

The heavy solid wood cell door was opened layer by layer, and a Jinyiwei Baihu wearing Feiyu uniform led several Jinyiwei captains in.

"The emperor said that my delay in winning the election was due to bad luck!"

Seeing the poor performance of everyone in the cell, the Jin Yiwei Baihu who led the team even felt a little unfavorable to Zhu Kezang's will for the first time.

However, this was not optimistic and it only appeared for a moment and then disappeared without a trace. Jin Yiwei was absolutely loyal to Zhu Kezang!

"The emperor must have a reason for doing this!" Jin Yiwei Baihu's eyes suddenly became firm and he thought to himself.

Many people gasped with excitement!

Under the cold eyes of all the royal guards, someone immediately collapsed. That person quickly distanced himself from the others, kowtowed with snot and tears, and begged for mercy.

After all, they have plenty of choices.

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

Only middle-income families were left to grit their teeth and persevere until the end.

Then all the efforts they had made before were in vain, and they were unwilling to accept it, so at this time they had the only option left to take the imperial examination.

Under such circumstances, once a wealthy family fails to pass the exam for a long time, these people will often give up the exam to inherit the family property, and then turn around to provide for the more talented younger members of the family.

"Everyone, the emperor has said that he will give you five days to prepare. After five days, pack your luggage and report to the Guangzhou Temporary Office of the Ming Dynasty Ministry of Household Affairs. The address is next to the Guangzhou Yamen!"

Feiyu suit, embroidered spring knife, and iconic attire made everyone in the cell understand the identity of the visitor.

"The emperor has spoken orally: You are all well-read in poetry and books, and you are an unparalleled talent. However, your fortunes are not uniform and your destiny is many. For this reason, I have newly established the official position of Confucian Supervisor to be in charge of teaching and preaching to the ignorant people in the land where you have been converted.

Teaching and promoting the style of Confucianism! Although the position is low and the power is light, you still carry out the way of heaven! Whether you go or stay, it all depends on your thoughts."

Therefore, it is almost impossible for such people to continue taking exams until their hair turns gray.

With this question, the noisy dungeon suddenly became quiet, and all the old scholars stared at the hundred Jin Yiwei in front of them with bright eyes.

All the royal guards: "..."

But these sour scholars still insist on doing this!

Because poor families are poor, they will also give up early and find other ways to make a living. This group of people also do not continue to take exams in their forties or fifties.

"Sir! It's unjust! Have mercy on me! I was bewitched by them to cause trouble!"

There is no way, even though the Ming Dynasty has been destroyed for decades, these old scholars still have memories of Jin Yiwei!

An old scholar asked weakly.

Even though he had experienced many big scenes, Baihu felt uncomfortable all over when they stared at him like this.

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

"By the way, before leaving the dungeon, don't leave in a hurry. Get a copy of "True Confucian Theory" at the door. Before taking office, you must read the emperor's book thoroughly. Then, the Ministry of Household Affairs will test you!" Jin Yiwei Baihu asked.

road.

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

Before walking out of the dungeon, an old scholar with some white hair on his head murmured to himself: "Why did Ming Dynasty come so late!"
Chapter completed!