No matter what, I ate the fragrant rice with the aroma of beggar chicken on other people's tables. Although it was all vegetarian, I finally had a great time eating it. With the food in my stomach, I didn't feel that cold when I stood outside in the cold wind.

"Senior Brother, where are we going now?" A subordinate burped and asked Fan Wencheng very satisfied.

Fan Wencheng frowned and stood there and looked around for a while before answering: "Let's go, let's take a look along the flow of people?"

He was still thinking about the matter of the Censorate, and he always felt unbelievable. The Censorate has always been in the capital. In the local area, only the provincial capital of a province has a subordinate yamen, namely the Censorate Office. But this is Yongping Prefecture, not a provincial capital, and it is unimaginable to set up a Censorate here! Based on this idea, he wanted to understand it in his heart!

Fan Wencheng took the idea, and his subordinates naturally would not have any objections, so the group walked along the street to crowded places.

Sure enough, not long after, I saw a lot of people standing next to the prefect’s office near the square, with civil and military personnel. I got closer and saw a plaque hanging on it: "Yongping Prefecture Branch of the Censorate" was hung.

After seeing this, Fan Wencheng couldn't help but say: "The Yongping Prefecture Branch of the Censorate's Office really has a level one in the prefecture?"

Just as someone passed by him, he heard him, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at him and said, "Brother, are you from the countryside? Don't you know that the Censorate is all set at the county level?"

When Fan Wencheng heard this, his heart was terrified, and he was afraid of showing his feet. He hurriedly said, "Amitabha, I am a rare trip to the temple, and I have never heard of it!"

When the man heard this, he looked at Fan Wencheng and the others carefully, and then he realized that they were wearing cotton robes and under their hats, and it seemed that they had no hair. So he smiled and said, "Master, you probably have gone to have too many things you don't know! Let's take a look and you will definitely be eye-opening. Now our Ming Dynasty, the Emperor's Holy Ming, has gone to have too many things different from before!"

Fan Wencheng was already in amazement when he heard this. He was about to take this opportunity and ask this person how many different things were from before.

But as soon as he spoke, he saw the man speak first and said, "Master, I really don't have time, sorry, sorry."

After saying that, he hurriedly left. However, his companions, seeing this situation, kindly reminded Fan Wencheng: "Master, if you want to know what is happening in the world, it is best to go to the capital. Where does everything in our Ming Dynasty start? Where does the latest things start? Anyway, you can find out wherever you want to know, and if you want to know the latest things, only there is there!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left.

Fan Wencheng was stunned when he heard this. In the past, I remembered that the people of the Ming Dynasty were quite idle with some money, so why did it seem like there were a lot of things to do now?

Fan Wencheng did not obey that person's reminder at once. Because in his opinion, although the capital was indeed a place where news gathered and dispersed, there was the foot of the emperor and the strongest place in the government. It was not a wise move to ignore anything and crash into the capital.

Thinking of this, he found a place that was not noticeable and watched the situation at the gate of the so-called Yongping Prefecture Branch of the Censorate. After watching for a long time, he felt that this yamen should have been newly established, so a large amount of manpower was urgently needed. The officials in the field of literature and affairs were selected from scholars; while those in the field of martial affairs were different from ordinary government offices, but were selected from the officers of the garrison.

Fan Wencheng was indeed smart. From these signs, he immediately vaguely realized that it was very likely that the Ming Dynasty's garrison had also changed!

Thinking of this, he suddenly admired the Qing Emperor. This time he could definitely bring back a large amount of precious news from the Ming Dynasty. This news can analyze the real reason for understanding why the Ming Dynasty suddenly became stronger, from the previous war against the Qing Dynasty, repeated defeats and repeated victory.

Fan Wencheng walked along the main street of Yongping Mansion while observing the surrounding situation. As he walked, he suddenly realized that the ordinary houses on the street seemed a little different, as if they were not ordinary houses. What's more important is that these houses seemed to have been planned in advance, and they would have this pattern only if they were built together.

Thinking about it, Yongping Prefecture had been burned before, so it naturally needs to be rebuilt. But it has only been about two years. Not only have it been built, but it has also become popular. Didn’t the Ming Dynasty court have no money? How did this be done?

Generally speaking, the more you know more about things, the clearer things will be. But Fan Wencheng is better, the more you understand things, the more you have doubts. Since entering the city, I have basically never figured out the things.

As he walked around, he was almost setting sun, and unconsciously walked to a building, and the sound of children reading aloud came from it.

Hearing this sound, Fan Wencheng couldn't help but stop and watch, and found that the plaque at the door had five big words "Yongpingfu Children's School".

This is the children's school? He thought about it so much that he was a little curious. He found that the courtyard wall here seemed to be different from other places. The courtyard wall was like holes. If an adult passes by, he could see the situation inside from the holes. So he walked over and looked inside.

I saw that the yard inside was relatively large, with a wooden pole standing up there in the middle near the side of the house, and a flag on the tip, fluttering in the wind without fear in the cold wind.

As soon as he saw this flag, Fan Wencheng's pupils shrank, because he recognized this flag. The so-called Ming new army that caused great losses to the Qing Dynasty under the city of Gaizhou.

This children's school should be just a place for children to enlighten, so how could this flag be there? Fan Wencheng was puzzled and there was another question!

I couldn't understand it, but I really couldn't understand it. Fan Wencheng shook his head and looked carefully inside. It was certain that this was the place where children in the Ming Dynasty were enlightened. It was strange. How many children should be admitted here together? This is much bigger than the biggest private school in his impression. Which clan's clan is located? But it's not right. Isn't the plaque at the door saying "Yongpingfu Children's School"?

He was wondering when he suddenly heard the sound of "dang ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Fan Wencheng's two subordinates were shocked and immediately looked around. The extremely common sound of the bells of get out of class in later generations was a bit like the sound of gold on the battlefield. It suddenly appeared in this city, which scared them very much.

Fan Wencheng was also a little wary, but he was relatively calm. As the bell rang, he saw that the doors of the wing rooms were open, and children lined up to walk out from inside. The youngest were only five or six years old, and the older ones were about ten years old. They were not dressed well, and they were shabby in coarse cloth, and they seemed to be children of rich people.

"Senior brother, can these children still afford to go to private schools?" One of Fan Wencheng's subordinates saw it, and there was envy in their eyes and a hint of doubt. They couldn't help but ask Fan Wencheng.

Fan Wencheng couldn't answer his question at all. It was impossible for poor families to be able to study. One was that they had no money, and the other was that children from poor families had to help their families at a very young age, and they could not have time to study. But the fact in front of them was that so many children were all studying just now. How could this be explained?

If he couldn't answer, he simply remained silent. Fan Wencheng looked at the yard and found that the children who were queuing up were all carrying schoolbags on their backs and stood in the yard rows facing the flagpole. He counted a little in his heart and there were about hundreds of children.

What are they doing? Fan Wencheng had some questions in his heart. But suddenly, he noticed something and looked at both sides vigilantly. At some point, there were many people standing on the side of the courtyard wall, just like them, looking inside through the hole.

Fan Wencheng's eyes were also very poisonous. It can be seen that some of these people seemed to be slaves, and some were not as good-looking as those of them. Although they were not well-dressed, their temperament was not like those of poor people. What are they doing? Are they from other places like themselves? Are they curious about this children's school?

Those people were a little surprised when they saw Fan Wencheng and the others, but in the end they nodded friendly and then continued to look inside.

No hostility! This is the first thought of Fan Wencheng and others. Since that's the case, he decided to take a look at the situation inside and at least figure out something. Otherwise, it would be very uncomfortable to hold so many doubts in your stomach.

In just a while, a few men looked like men walked out and stood under the flagpole. Two young and handsome children came out and went under the flagpole to untied the rope.

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng understood a little in his heart. Is he going to collect the flag?

However, this time, he only guessed a little right. After a gentleman waved his hand, the more than one hundred students suddenly sang in unison. At the same time, the flag slowly landed in the hands of the two young and old children.

Fan Wencheng is indeed a man of both civil and military affairs. He just stood outside and listened to it for the first time and heard the lyrics clearly:

If one side has trouble, all directions will support you!

The whole people are united, and the profit is to cut off gold!

What's the point of being flooded in the south and drought in the north?

Corrupt officials, sooner or later, they will return!

I defend my country and swear to kill the enemy!

Everyone will do their jobs and do their jobs!

The country is rich and the people are strong, and live and work in peace and contentment!

We are in the country, and we are coming to congratulate you from all directions!

Fan Wencheng immediately gave an impression in his heart. These lyrics are simple and easy to understand and easy to remember. But these lyrics contain all aspects and implicit expectations. If a country can really do these in the lyrics, who else can win?

Just as he thought of this, he immediately remembered it. The emperor had shown him the latest banknotes of Ming Dynasty. Are these lyrics on those banknotes?

Fan Wencheng was very shocked. There were enlightened children singing in the paper money, so maybe there were people in other places. Such a way of transmission could really spread among the people of the Ming Dynasty immediately, and even be engraved into the bones of the people of the Ming Dynasty. If this continues, it may not take many years. All the people of the Ming Dynasty will sing and remember these lyrics. This is the merit of education!

In the chorus, Fan Wencheng could hear these children singing with sincerity. Or only these children, who are simple in their hearts, can they sing sincerity! If these children grow up, even if one of the ten people remembers these words and uses these to restrain their behavior and do things, how powerful will the power gathered by so many people in the Ming Dynasty be?

Fan Wencheng thought about it and was a little afraid to think about it. Is the current Ming Kingdom still the corrupt Ming Kingdom in his mind?

Just as he was thinking, his thoughts were pulled back by the movements in the yard. The two young and old children carefully folded the flag and solemnly held it to a gentleman. Then, the gentleman with the highest status seemed to be speaking: "You must remember that it was the emperor who raised money and food for you so that you can all come to study. When you grow up in the future, you must be a true Ming Dynasty person. You must not bully good people, greedy for the law, nor do you have to apology with foreign enemies, forget your ancestors! I hope you will contribute to the strength of our Ming Dynasty, and serve the country with loyalty! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" More than one hundred children responded in unison, with a strong momentum.

For some reason, Fan Wencheng couldn't listen to this anymore and wanted to leave quickly. But when he saw that the people around him were not leaving, he was worried that he would attract attention if he would leave suddenly at this time, so he had to stand still.

However, the yard was fine. I heard that the gentleman who had just spoken had been disbanded for the rest of his life, and then I saw the children turning around neatly, just like the army's queue training, walking towards the door in sequence.

At this time, the people watching the courtyard wall rushed to the door. After the children left the door, they also parted, said goodbye to each other, and left each other.

Fan Wencheng and the other two did not move, staring blankly at the situation at the door, and didn't know what they were thinking, so they heard a conversation coming into their ears from time to time.

"Young Master, let's go home!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, sir, it's my turn to raise the flag!"

"It seems that the good grandson performed well, grandpa is so happy!"

“…”

Looking at the children, some of them were led by the adults, and some of them walked by themselves... It was not until the entrance of the yard was empty, and Fan Wencheng and the other two came to their senses.

"I really can't tell. It turns out that there are rich children among these children!" One of Fan Wencheng's subordinates said in surprise. He looked at the clothes that were not very good, but they were all called by the young master, and the family must be in good condition.

But Fan Wencheng didn't pay attention to this. He had only one thought in his mind: Where did the Emperor of Ming get the money that all Ming children could go to this children's school, and they would be so brainwashed sooner or later. Then what would the Ming Dynasty be so powerful in the future?

In fact, there is one thing that he misunderstood Emperor Chongzhen.
Chapter completed!