Chapter 861: Jiro is back

Time flies. Amidst the busy work, the autumn harvest was completed and the autumn examination was over.

Old Xu cried out loudly in front of the experimental field, "God has eyes, please protect Yunzhou!"

The yield of the divine seed was as gratifying as Mr. Fang said, even more than what he said.

What’s more, they are so hardy and not picky about soil!

Under the protection of heavy guards, these seeds were carefully stored in special warehouses, and soldiers were sent to patrol day and night to prevent fire, theft and water leakage.

Mr. Xu brought a few of his favorite students, holding a wooden box, and prepared to go to Kyoto to present a gift to Duke Yun.

At his request, Yunzhou Weekly did not publish the yield of the experimental field, but only summarized it with the word "good harvest".

At the same time, the people of Kyoto were cheering for the newly-crowned top three scholars.

The third place winner was Xia Lezhi from Yunzhou. He was in his early teens and came from a merchant family, but he shocked all the examiners with his outstanding arithmetic scores and an article entitled "Research on the Dilemma and Optimization Path of the Reform of the Grassroots Comprehensive Administrative Law Enforcement System."

Can this thing be written on the spot? !

Without rich experience in grassroots management, how can you write something meaningful and hit the pain points in every sentence?

When his paper was posted, all the Kyoto students who had been secretly thinking that there was something fishy going on shut up.

Xia Lezhi embodies Yunzhou education.

This paper is not very literary and does not cite any classics. On the contrary, its language is very plain and unadorned.

But his logic and organization far surpassed those of other first-class Jinshi.

In particular, the various difficulties presented therein can really resonate with grassroots officials.

When he proposed solutions one by one, instead of just addressing the issues from the perspective of grasping the ideology, the examiners and some knowledgeable people applauded.

Inside the Fuquan Teahouse, a group of upright people stared in amazement at the copied test paper.

Xia Lezhi can be said to be a talent cultivated by Yunzhou Education, and he embodies the Yunzhou style.

From the fact that he bravely won the title of Tanhua this time, people with a keen political sense can judge that the direction of the imperial examination is about to change.

"This is the talent that Duke Yun needs." The man in a blue robe and a big chrysanthemum on his head said with a complicated expression.

Although they are of the upright class, who wouldn't want to stand in the court, make eloquent speeches, and leave their names for eternity?

When Duke Yun first came to Kyoto, Su Xuanming took the initiative to invite them to serve as officials.

At that time, they took various factors into consideration and finally declined Su Xuanming's request.

Later, under the governance of Duke Yun, the capital became more stable. Duke Yun held another civil servant recruitment to simply fill the vacancies of grassroots officials in the capital.

A makeshift troupe started operating in this shaky manner.

They were originally waiting for Su Xuanming to come again to invite them to join the government, but Su Xuanming did not move at all.

"Don't look at it. Duke Yun's meaning is very clear. She wants people like Xia Lezhi who are practical. People like us who study theories can continue to study, but there won't be many places for us in the court in the future."

Tsk tsk, Duke Yun is really powerful.

She won't talk so much to you, nor will she visit you three times. She will just make some remarks and tell you what kind of person she wants.

She will reuse you if you meet the requirements and are willing to work, regardless of your age and gender.

If you don't meet the requirements, she won't bother with you even if you are the God of Literature.

It's cruel and realistic.

"What are you going to do?" asked the man wearing a chrysanthemum on his head.

Someone shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I have spent my whole life studying Huang-Lao philosophy. If you want fame and fortune, and ask me to give up the theory and turn to learning practical things, I can't do it."

The chrysanthemum man nodded to show his understanding.

Some people were indignant: "Duke Yun is too realistic. If this continues, who will be able to devote themselves to studying theories?"

Chrysanthemum Man: "Because her most important thing now is to manage the entire Northland."

As the saying goes, what goes up must come down.

If the emperor loves poetry, officials who are good at poetry will be more likely to be promoted, and then the whole country will love poetry.

Duke Yun was just about to use a loud speaker to shout to the world that she loved nothing but people who could get things done.

People who are good at academics are important, but not what she urgently needs.

Some people in Qingliu are more realistic. A big part of the reason why they did not agree to Su Xuanming's request before was to wait for the right price.

Now, if we wait any longer, we won’t be able to sell it even at a low price.

So what are you hesitating about?

"We decided to go to Su Dalang and recommend ourselves."

The chrysanthemum man nodded: "I'll go with you."

He came from an aristocratic family, but the world is unpredictable and given Duke Yun's character, it would be impossible for him to give preferential treatment to children from aristocratic families.

If a family fails to produce a high-ranking official for two generations, the family will become an ordinary wealthy family.

This is something that the Chrysanthemum Man can never accept.

After a group of people discussed it, they decided to go find Su Xuanming.

At this time, Su Xuanming was waiting at the Kyoto Pier.

A few days ago, my second brother sent me a letter saying that they had arrived at Nantong Port and would return to Beijing that day.

Su Xuanming calculated the time and thought he would arrive in Kyoto in the next two days, so after finishing his shift every day, he would come to the port and wait.

At the port of Kyoto, thousands of ships are competing, and all kinds of merchant ships and passenger ships almost fill the river.

Nantong Port is a newly developed port by Gu Nanxi, which will mainly focus on ocean trade in the future.

Quanzhou and Guangzhou in the south are the most popular ports for ocean trade, accounting for almost 80% of ocean trade.

Gu Nanxi coveted the huge profits, so he launched the Nantong Port in an effort to get a share of the maritime sweater pie.

But Nantong Port and Hangzhou Port are very close, and Su Xuanming was worried that his second brother and others would be in danger.

Su Xuanming felt anxious every time he didn't see the couple.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the river, making the waves sparkle and it is a beautiful sight.

The lamplighter held a long pole and waited patiently beside the lamppost.

The moment the sun sets completely, the lamplighter will light the sky lantern to illuminate the pier again.

"Let's go, Dalang. The master is waiting for you to come back for dinner." The servant urged.

Su Xuanming glanced into the distance, turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear his second brother's voice.

He turned his head suddenly and looked through squinting eyes.

Isn’t that man, who is as dark as coal and jumping on the plywood, his second brother?

"Second brother!"

“Brother!”

Su Xuanming raised his hand high and told the servant beside him: "Go back and tell my mother that my second brother and his friends are back."

"Okay!"

When the brothers met, they hugged each other tightly.

How many years has it been since the two brothers last saw each other?!

Su Xuanming's eyes were moist, and he pinched Su Yunting's tendon meat: "Not bad! Stronger, not as sickly as before."

Su Yunting laughed and patted Su Xuanming on the shoulder: "Brother hasn't changed at all, he still loves to cry."