Chapter 515 512 [I don’t want to go back]

  The children of Mu Kui and Tumu in Guizhou, including Fang Zeyu, an orphan of a Ming soldier, should be selected to study in Nanjing as long as they are of suitable age.

  Sichuan, Hunan, and Guangxi, those chieftains who are willing to surrender, in addition to being given franchise business, many can also get small officials like the mayor of the town. Their children have already arrived in Nanjing, and Jinling University has special basic courses.

   "It's fine if you don't allow me to bring my entourage, why can't I bring my own horse?" Montai complained, rubbing his ankle.

   Sheqi held up his leather bag to drink water, and laughed, "Men from the Yi family, can't even walk on mountain roads?"

Mengtai sighed: "I can't even speak Chinese, even if I go to Nanjing, I will definitely not be able to learn to read." After a while of annoyance, Mengtai pointed to Lu Tianxiang resting under the tree, winked and said, "That girl is so beautiful, you know Which one is it?"

   Sheqi said: "It belongs to the Lu family."

  The surnames of the Yi people at this time basically have historical inheritance.

  The surname Meng may be a descendant of the Nanzhao royal family.

  The surname Wumeng may be a descendant of King Wumeng of the Song Dynasty.

  Even a daughter like Lu Tianxiang, who is a small native, was once wealthy in her ancestors. The surname "Lu" was bestowed by Zhu Yuanzhang. Most of the Yu surnames in the Yi nationality were changed after the Lu surname migrated.

  As for the common people of the Yi nationality, in the late Ming Dynasty, they generally only had first names but no surnames.

  The one named Azhu means fox; the one named Ahai means mouse; the one named Kere means puppy... There is also a name like Ergu, which means craftsman, which is obviously superior to kittens and puppies.

   This time, Zhao Han ordered that civilians and slaves must give themselves a surname when they settled down.

   Then there was a ridiculous picture—

   Official: Do you have a Chinese name?

  People: None.

   Official: Take one.

  People: No.

   Official: What's your name?

  People: Ah Zhang (crow).

  Officer: What's your last name?

  People: None.

   Official: Take one.

  People: What is your last name, Mr. Guan?

   Officials: Surnamed Wang.

  People: Then my surname is also Wang, and my name is Wang Azhang (Wang Crow).

  Due to the language barrier, there is also a translator throughout the process.

  Basically, whatever the surname of the officials who registered the household registration, the surnames of those Yi civilians were the same, which caused Zhang Wang, Li Zhao to bloom everywhere in Shuixi.

   "Let's go!" shouted the Han official leading the team.

  Meng Tai patted his **** and stood up, quickened his pace, and ran to Lu Tianxiang to strike up a conversation: "I'm Meng Tai from Mu Xishan, what's your name?"

  "Lu Tianxiang." The girl strode forward.

  Mengtai said: "We also have a surnamed Lu. Don't you Ada have a son? You are the only woman on this trip to Nanjing."

  Lu Tianxiang said: "My two elder brothers are both over sixteen years old."

  Meng Tai said: "Those Han officials said that those who went to Nanjing to study this time can return to Shuixi to be an official in the future. If your elder brother doesn't go, will you be asked to return to Shuixi to be an official?"

  Lu Tianxiang held her head high and said, "I want to be a female general."

  Monte glanced at the bow and arrow on her back: "Can you shoot?"

  Lu Tianxiang asked back: "Mu Kui of Huajiao Zexi, his head was beheaded this time. Do you know?"

   "Yes, his whole family was killed by Han soldiers." Meng Tai nodded.

  Lu Tianxiang said proudly: "I caught An Long."

  Mengtai was shocked, and sincerely praised: "You are really amazing!"

   Travel for another half day to Longchang Station.

  All stop to rest, and continue on their way tomorrow.

  The officials leading the team bowed to Longchang Station, and were still doing the disciple salute.

  Fang Zeyu asked: "Who is Mr. worshiping?"

  The official replied: "This is the place where Lord Yangming got enlightened."

   "Who is Lord Yangming?" Fang Zeyu's whole family was killed. At a young age, he had only been educated for two years, and he had never heard of Wang Yangming's name.

  The official did not explain, but said: "You will know when you go to Nanjing to study."

  Actually, there is no wife in the wife cake, and the enlightenment in Longchang is not in the Longchang post, but in the nearby Longgang Mountain where the Miao people live.

  Go back the next day and arrive in Guiyang soon.

   "The city wall here is so high, how can it be attacked in a war?" Mengtai was shocked for no reason.

   Sheqi also said: "Yes, it's so tall."

   These teenagers have no knowledge. They feel very high when they see Shuixi City, and their knowledge is refreshed when they see Guiyang City.

  They were brought into the city, and everything they saw was strange.

   Moreover, there are many Han people here, countless times more than that in Shuixi—the Han people account for 70 to 80% of the population inside and outside Guiyang City.

  The boys and girls were arranged in the Xingui county government office, where there was already a group of teenagers waiting, but they came from the northeast of Guizhou. After the two groups of people merged, the team grew to more than fifty people, and then went east along the post road, plunged into the mountains in western Hunan, and took a boat.

  Go to Chenzhou Fucheng (Yuanling), the prosperity here is comparable to that of Guiyang City.

   Then take the boat to Changde Mansion, and the city once again looked at the young people in Guizhou as stupid.

  Traveling across Dongting Lake by boat was also refreshing to them. They did not expect such a big lake to exist in the world.

   Immediately, passing by Yuezhou Fucheng.

  If the goods in Hunan want to enter the Yangtze River by water, they must pass through this place.

   "A lot... a lot of people... a lot of boats..." Lu Tianxiang was dumbfounded. She didn't go into the city at all, but only saw the port and the wharf.

  Fang Zeyu grew up in Shuixi, and it was the first time he saw such prosperity. But while being shocked, he said to those Yi teenagers in a proud tone: "This is the rich land of my Han family. You will return to Shuixi to be officials in the future. If you still want to rebel, just think about what you saw today." smell."

  Lu Tianxiang glared at him: "Who wants to rebel? I want to be the female general of the Datong Army!"

  Fang Zeyu stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, pretending to be full of style: "You are a woman, so I won't tell you these things."

  Lu Tianxiang asked: "Do you dare to compare archery with me?"

   "I... I'll talk about it later." Fang Zeyu felt ashamed. He hid in the blacksmith's house and had never learned archery.

  They didn't know that the Hunan border they crossed just experienced a severe drought in the whole province last year. There are only eight words in the history books: thousands of miles of red land, hunger and plague.

On the contrary, literati poems describe the severe drought in Hunan: "In June, the grass withered, and the millet and money were a hundred. If you can't follow it, you will close your house. You have no money and silk, and you are hesitant and mournful. You will soon look at the color of Artemisia. Artemisia dies and does not breed. Bringing children to the market is powerless, and the desire to feed children is unbearable. The rich do not cherish each other, thinking that it is safe to get it?"

  Last year, the entire province of Hunan was exempted from food and taxes, and inter-provincial grain transfers were used to provide work relief, and some hungry people were relocated to Henan.

  The agricultural society is so fragile. Hunan was retaken by the Datong Army very early, and the whole province has been governed for several years. Farmers in some states and counties can eat three meals a day. However, in the last four years, three years of severe drought in Hunan have rapidly depleted farmers' grain reserves.

  Compared to Hunan, which was "thousands of miles away, plagued by famine" in history, Zhao Han can at least say proudly: "Under my rule, no one died of starvation in Hunan last year!"

  This year, the weather in Hunan is finally smooth, and only some areas are still drought.

  Last year it was all supported by grain from Sichuan and Hubei. Although there are still corner areas in Sichuan that have not been recovered, the grain production has jumped to the top of all provinces. Only Hunan, which is not dry, can compare.

  In addition, although Hunan suffered a catastrophic disaster last year, the water conservancy facilities in the Dongting Lake Plain were finally improved through labor relief, and the official roads in the province that had been in disrepair for a long time were also leveled. After the catastrophe, business has become more prosperous, and this year's grain output is higher than before.

  Guizhou teenagers passed through the Dongting Lake Plain, and all they saw were lush rice fields.

  The rice has begun to head, and the harvest will be bumper in autumn!

   A few days later, the ship sailed to Nanjing.

  The already numb perception of the teenagers was once again awakened by the Nanjing City Wall.

  Monte, who was moaning and complaining in the mountains, walked across the pier to the city, looked up at the towering city wall, knelt down as soon as his knees softened: "Long live Your Majesty!"

  The officials led them into the city, and none of these rebellious little guys dared to speak.

  They feel a deep inferiority complex, they are just bumpkins who come to the city, and when they see ordinary citizens buying things, they feel that others seem to be very tall.

  When I arrived at Jinling University, most of the teachers and students wore Confucian shirts.

  But Confucian shirts have been improved. Young people like to wear belts, and they are very energetic when tied up, not as loose as traditional scholars.

   You can also see a few female students. The ratio of male to female students in Jinling University can reach 80:1.

  As long as it is a woman, no matter how good or bad she looks, she belongs to the existence of stars and moons.

  Female students also like to wear Confucian shirts, not only with belts, but also with small crowns. They disguised themselves as men, and were often called "female sons" and "female husbands." From the day they entered school, the threshold of the family was broken by the matchmaker.

  There are many stubborn people among the people, who often criticize the "hen chicken", saying that women should not go to college, let alone be an official. But their son, if he can marry a female college student, everyone will be so happy, and they will brag about it wherever they go.

   "What a spirit!"

  Lu Tianxiang looked at a female husband-in-law passing by in front of her, and the more she looked at it, the more imposing she felt. Thinking that I can also wear it like this, I immediately became happy, and the female general was left behind.

The people were taken to a small four-story building, and the official said, "This is where you will live. Tuition, board and lodging are free, but only for two years. After two years, if you still fail the exam, you can stay at your own expense." Come down to study, or go back to Guizhou by boat!"

  The two-year course is a basic course, which is equivalent to the enlightenment for Han students. Can speak Chinese, can read and write simple articles, generally can pass the exam.

   "Sir, do I live here too?" Lu Tianxiang asked suddenly.

  The official said: "You live in the women's building, and more than half of the rooms over there are empty. You can share with others, or you can live alone."

  Boys of course do not have the treatment of living alone, and must live in a room with four people.

   Sheqi couldn't help but asked: "Sir, can you not go back to Shuixi? I ​​want to stay in Nanjing. This place is much better than Shuixi."

  The official laughed and said: "It's okay if you don't go back, as long as you have money, you can buy a house and settle down in Nanjing."

   She cheered happily and decided to study well and stay in Nanjing in the future. At that time, if you marry a Han woman, you will be a Han yourself, and it is best to be an official in Nanjing.

  Fools go back to the countryside!

   (Thanks to the squatting treasure box, I don’t want to say it, and the leader of Piao De Feng NJ for the reward. There are only two changes today, and three changes in the next few days. Thank you. In addition, ask for a monthly pass.)

  (end of this chapter)