Chapter 406 One Pot
Yang Qing and Han Yu were in a good mood. After they played a game of chess, someone came to invite them to a poetry reading.
"Go relax!"
Yang Qing smiled.
"Alright."
The two of them are considered to be highly respected people, and they were praised at the poetry reading and were in a good mood.
An attendant came over, leaned over and whispered something to Han Yu.
Yang Qing looked at Han Yu, who waved his hand. After the entourage left, he turned sideways, his eyes dark, and said, "Your Majesty has left the palace."
Emperor Jiajing left the palace only a few times. Why was that?
Yang Qing asked: "Where did you go?"
"Martial arts!"
Han Yu's face was grim.
Yang Qing blurted out, "This is going to start a new business!"
Han Yu nodded. "If Jiang Qingzhi were to train the Beijing Guards himself, it would certainly arouse the suspicion of His Majesty. But His Majesty and he chose another path, the path of martial arts. No, there is also a military family!"
Han Yu narrowed his eyes, "It can also break the pattern of the generals dominating the army. What a good method!"
Someone on the other side started to write a poem. Yang Qing closed his eyes and said, "This is a way to kill two birds with one stone. Mr. Han, this cannot be done."
"I know." Han Yu took a deep breath, and then his eyes became clear again.
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The saying "poor in literature but rich in martial arts" refers to the difficulty of practicing martial arts. You have to train your muscles and bones every day and learn the art of war. First of all, you have to be rich, otherwise you will be exhausted in a short time if you eat bran and wild vegetables every day to practice martial arts. It costs a lot to hire Mr. Wu. And Mr. Wu, who knows the art of war, can make an ordinary family sigh with regret.
Ordinary people cannot take this path, and in the context of suppressing the military with the help of culture, the children of the powerful and wealthy are unwilling to join the army.
So where do the generals come from?
These are the two paths that Jiang Qingzhi mentioned, being the son of a general and being promoted step by step in the military.
The children of generals can inherit the military positions of their fathers and grandfathers, such as Qi Jiguang.
The abilities of the children of generals vary greatly. As the saying goes, if the generals are all in the same nest, the soldiers they lead will naturally be of poor quality.
As for promotion in the military, if an ordinary soldier wants to be promoted, he must either have outstanding abilities or find a backer.
The institution of martial arts is the last way to promotion, but with the decline of martial arts, fewer and fewer people are interested in it.
In the school building, more than a dozen students were either taking a nap, reading miscellaneous books, or talking as if no one was around...
"…set up camp on the mountain and fetch water…"
The professor sat on it, holding a book and reading from it, and he felt drowsy from reading so much.
"The time has come." A student said impatiently.
"Are we there yet?" The professor stood up, closed the book, and yawned, "Go back and study."
Before the professor left, everyone rushed out.
There was a thin mist outside, and the drizzle stuck to people's faces and bodies.
"This rain has a Jiangnan flavor."
A student reached out and felt the raindrops.
"Fan Lin."
Several students came over. Fan Lin, who stretched out his hand to feel the raindrops, turned around and said, "Mao Yun! What's going on?"
Mao Yun was a man of sturdy build, but his face was pale and his eyes were dark circles, showing that he had been drinking and having sex too much.
"I heard that Long Wilbur went to the Jingwei."
Fan Lin was startled, "Is this about to begin?"
Mao Yun nodded: "Once the Beijing Guards start training, it will be difficult to get in. Your father is in the Five Military Commandery, and my father is in the Imperial Guards. Can our two families join forces?"
"No problem." Fan Lin laughed, "My father said that Chang Wei Bo must avoid military power and will not interfere in the personnel matters below him."
"It's the same as what my father said. But my father said that the Beijing Guards are short of many generals now, and our group of martial arts students are just right to fill the gap." Mao Yun looked around, "Today my father and his men will suggest that we leave the martial arts school early and join the Beijing Guards."
"Okay!" Fan Lin said, "But my father said that Chang Wei Bo is too cruel. As the saying goes... "There are no fish in clear water." He sees black and white very clearly. Our life will be difficult."
"Why should I be afraid of him!" Mao Yun sneered, "He has to use us. Besides, those scholars are keeping an eye on him. Many people have come to my house these days. After they left, my father said that Jiang Qingzhi, like His Majesty, has enemies everywhere and will be ruined sooner or later. Don't follow him to death when we enter the Jingwei."
"Then..." Fan Lin raised his eyebrows, "join forces with those people?"
"Did your father say the same thing?" Mao Yun said with a smile.
Fan Lin nodded, "My father said that this world belongs to scholars. Jiang Qingzhi's Mohist school is just a few small people. He has instigated Your Majesty to fight with the scholars... He wants to die, so we just watch the fun."
"That's exactly what we should do." Mao Yun said, "After we join the Jingwei, we brothers will keep in touch."
"Okay, we can work together if there's any problem."
Several students exchanged glances and laughed.
Looking around, most of the students were talking about this.
"What a great time!" Mao Yun said proudly.
Boom boom boom!
The drums suddenly sounded.
The students were stunned for a moment and slowly looked towards the small teaching field.
The rules in martial arts are similar to those in the military: beat the drum to gather the generals and beat the drum to assemble.
But the martial arts had long been abandoned, so the students didn't react.
The professors who were drinking tea or chatting in the duty room were also stunned for a moment.
Someone yelled, "Who is that naughty boy beating the drum? He will be severely punished if caught."
Everyone laughed.
No one takes it seriously.
Boom boom boom!
The drum beats loudly and steadily.
When the number of beats was reached, the drumbeats stopped abruptly.
Puff puff!
There were footsteps heard in the distance.
Then came the sound of horse hooves.
"No!" A professor stood up, "It's over there in the small teaching field."
Everyone looked at each other.
"Go and see."
When the professors left the duty room, someone shouted, "Let the students go too."
No one ignored him.
When they arrived at the small training ground, they saw hundreds of infantrymen lined up, with pairs of cold eyes looking at them.
The cavalry were on both sides of the reviewing platform. The cavalrymen on horseback were wearing helmets and armor, and they were as strong as dragons.
In the drizzle, the array stood still as a mountain.
There were more than ten people on the stage, and the two leading ones were looking at the professors coldly.
One of them was wearing a Taoist robe, looking quite like an immortal. "It's your Majesty and Long Wilbur!"
The professors were dumbfounded.
Someone stopped quietly and wanted to turn back to call the students.
"Stop!"
Ma Fang appeared behind with his men.
"Old man, I'm going to the toilet!" the professor forced a smile.
Ma Fang said coldly: "When the drums stop beating, no one is allowed to move without authorization. This is military law, don't you understand?"
Martial arts have been neglected for many years. Who the hell still remembers military laws?
The professor was stunned.
"Stand up quickly."
More than a dozen professors stood in the training ground, waiting silently.
I don't know how long it was before I heard someone in the distance say, "Damn, the professors are gone, guys, let's go out and have fun!"
"Go to a brothel."
"Let's have a drink first!"
"When everyone enters the Beijing Guard, remember to get together when you have nothing to do."
"That's right. Scholars say classmates and classmates are as close as brothers. We are classmates too, aren't we?"
"Yes!"
"Hey! Who's standing in the little playground?"
"It seems to be an outsider."
In the mist, a student walked over.
He looked up with a smile frozen on his face.
"Mao Yun, who is that?" Fan Lin asked.
Mao Yun shivered, "Yes... yes..."
"Can you please talk properly?" Fan Lin came over, put his hand on Mao Yun's shoulder, and then his whole body trembled...
"It's your Majesty and Long Wilbur!"
Amid the exclamations, the students ran over in a hurry.
They were busy and some of them were smart enough to run and stand behind the professors. The rest of them saw that something was wrong and hurried to follow.
The hundreds of students stood in a crooked formation. Emperor Jiajing said in a deep voice: "Is this my martial arts? Is this the martial arts I have high hopes for?"
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. He had never expected that martial arts would become so corrupt.
"Where is the chief priest?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
The professors lowered their heads, and one said, "The chief priest...didn't come today."
"Where is the Si Ye?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"Siye...I have something to do so I have to leave first."
This fish is so damn bold.
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Your Majesty, I thought that martial arts could still be used after some repairs. Now it seems that it still needs to be rebuilt."
They both knew that martial arts was a microcosm of the Ming officialdom. The officialdom was like martial arts.
Similarly, martial arts need to be rebuilt, but what about the officialdom?
This would be a dangerous project.
Huang Jin felt his scalp tingling just thinking about it.
Those students looked respectful, but upon closer inspection, they didn't care at all.
Martial arts have long been spread, and now the Beijing Guards need a large number of generals to fill the gap, so they are the best choice.
Therefore, they have nothing to fear.
Fan Lin gave Mao Yun a look and whispered, "Here comes with ill intentions."
Mao Yun shook his head, "No, at most I'll scold you."
Si Ye came and saw Dao Ye and Jiang Qingzhi. His legs went weak and he knelt down.
"You guys are good at learning martial arts!" Emperor Jiajing said coldly.
Emperor Jiajing walked down the platform and was escorted away. He had done what he was supposed to do, and the rest was up to Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi walked to the front and said, "Professors resign."
Is this unemployment?
A professor said: "Long Wilbur, martial arts has always been like this, let's..."
"Someone has been doing bad things, and you follow suit, so you think they shouldn't be punished?" Jiang Qingzhi sneered and stopped looking at the professors.
"He doesn't know how to stand or sit properly. If a student like this joins the army, what kind of people he can lead? I don't want to think about it, and I don't dare to think about it."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "All students will be sent back home."
Go back to where you came from!
Someone said: "Master, why are they all being sent back? I know that I study very hard..."
"Anyone who thinks he is a hard worker, please come forward and I will personally test and teach him. If he can pass, he will have a share in the new martial arts!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked around, but no one dared to stand up.
"Why, you don't dare?"
"If you don't dare to test me today, will you dare to face the enemy tomorrow?"
"Is this martial arts? This is a fucking brothel!"
Amid Jiang Qingzhi's roar, all martial arts were driven out from top to bottom.
The capital was in an uproar.
“It’s another purge.”
In Fengyuan Tower, Han Yu sneered, "I knew Jiang Qingzhi couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, but I didn't expect that he would destroy all martial arts at once."
Yang Qing said: "Keep an eye on what will happen to the martial arts later and report back at any time."
It wasn't long before the news came.
"Just now, Jiang Qingzhi went to the Ministry of War and announced that the martial arts would be rebuilt. And the chief priest after the reconstruction..."
"Is it him?" Han Yu said with a smile, "Jiang Qingzhi is the chief priest of martial arts, so whose disciples are he?"
Chen Zhan shook his head.
"Who is that?"
"It's Your Majesty."
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