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No matter what, I ate the fragrant rice with the smell of beggar's chicken on other people's tables. Even though it was all vegetarian, I was finally satisfied. Now that I have something in my stomach, I don't feel so cold anymore when I stand in the cold wind outside.

"Brother, where are we going now?" One of his subordinates asked Fan Wencheng with great satisfaction after burping.

Fan Wencheng frowned and stood there looking around for a while before replying: "Come on, let's follow the flow of people and have a look?"

He was still thinking about the matter of inspecting everything, and he always found it unbelievable. Until now, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has only existed in the capital. At the local level, only the capital of a province has a subordinate office of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, that is, the Department of Prosecution and Envoys. But this is Yongping Prefecture, not the provincial capital. It is simply unimaginable to have the Metropolitan Procuratorate here! Based on this idea, he finally wanted to find out!

Fan Wencheng made up his mind, and his men naturally had no objections, so the group of people walked along the street to a crowded place.

Sure enough, not far away, I saw a lot of people, both civil and military, lined up near the square and at the edge of the prefect's Yamen. As I got closer, I saw a plaque hanging on it "Yongping Prefecture Branch of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

Upon seeing this, Fan Wencheng couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is the Yongping Prefecture Branch of the Metropolitan Procuratorate really even established at the prefectural level?"

Just in time, someone passed by him. When he heard what he said, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at him and said: "Brother, are you from the countryside? Don't you know that the Metropolitan Procuratorate has been established at the county level?"

When Fan Wencheng heard this, his heart trembled. He was afraid of being exposed, so he hurriedly said: "Amitabha, it is rare for a poor monk to leave the temple. I have never heard of it!"

Upon hearing this, the man looked at Fan Wencheng and the others carefully, and then realized that they were wearing cotton robes, and there seemed to be no hair under the hats on their heads. So, he smiled and said: "Master, I guess there are a lot of things you don't know! Take a walk and take a look, it will definitely open your eyes. Now our Ming Dynasty, the emperor and the sage, are different from before There are so many things!"

Fan Wencheng was numb with surprise after hearing this. He was about to seize this opportunity to ask this person how many things were different from before.

But just as he opened his mouth, the man spoke first: "Master, I really don't have time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he left in a hurry. But his companion, 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 do all the things in our Ming Dynasty come from? It started. That’s where the freshest things start. Anyway, if you want to know, you can find it anywhere, and if you want to know the latest things, they can only be found there!”

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Fan Wencheng was stunned after hearing this. In the past, the people of the Ming Dynasty, who had some money, were quite free. Why do they seem to have so many things to do now?

Fan Wencheng did not immediately obey the man's reminder. Because in his opinion, although the capital is indeed the place where news gathers and dissipates, it is at the feet of the emperor and where the government's power is strongest. It is not a wise move to rush into the capital without caring about anything.

With this in mind, he found an inconspicuous place and watched the situation at the entrance of the so-called Yongping Branch of the Metropolitan Procuratorate with cold eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that this yamen should be newly established, so it was in urgent need of a lot of manpower. Officials in civil affairs were selected from scholars; while those in military affairs were different from ordinary government officials, but were selected from among the officers of the garrison.

Fan Wencheng was indeed smart. From these signs, he immediately vaguely sensed that there might have been changes in the Ming Dynasty's guard station!

Thinking like this, he suddenly truly admired the Qing Emperor. This time I will definitely be able to bring back a lot of precious news about the Ming Dynasty. And these messages can help us understand why the Ming Dynasty suddenly became stronger. From the previous wars against the Qing Dynasty, from repeated defeats to repeated victories, we can analyze the real reasons.

Fan Wencheng walked along the main street of Yongping Mansion while observing the surrounding situation. As he walked, he suddenly discovered that the house he thought was an ordinary house on the street seemed a little different, as if it was no ordinary house. What's more important is that these houses seem to have been planned in advance, and this pattern can only be achieved when they are built uniformly.

Thinking about it, Yongping Mansion had been burned down before, so it naturally had to be rebuilt. But it has only been about two years. Not only has everything been built, but it has also gained popularity. Didn’t the Ming Dynasty court have no money? How did it do this?

Generally speaking, the more you know about something, the clearer it becomes. But Fan Wencheng was lucky. The more he knew about things, the more doubts he had. Since entering the city, I have basically not thought about things clearly.

No, he was walking leisurely, and it was almost sunset. He unconsciously walked to a building, and the faint sound of children reading loudly could be heard from inside.

Hearing this sound, Fan Wencheng couldn't help but stop and look, and found the five characters "Yongpingfu Children's School" written on the plaque at the door.

Is this a children's school? He was a little curious when he thought about it. He found that the courtyard wall here seemed different from other places. The courtyard wall had holes. If adults passed by, they could see what was going on inside through the holes. So, he walked over and looked inside.

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

Fan Wencheng's pupils shrank when he saw this flag, because he recognized this flag. It was among the so-called New Ming Army under Gaizhou City that caused the Qing Dynasty to suffer a great loss.

This children's school is supposed to be just a place for children's enlightenment. How come there is this flag? Fan Wencheng was puzzled, and there was one more doubtful thing!

I couldn't understand it. I really couldn't understand it. Fan Wencheng shook his head and looked inside carefully. He was sure that this was the place where children from the Ming Dynasty were enlightened. It's strange to say, how many children must be there to receive enlightenment together? This is the largest private school in my impression, and it is much bigger. Which big family's school is it? But that’s wrong. Doesn’t the plaque at the door say “Yongpingfu Children’s School”?

He was wondering when he suddenly heard a "dang-dang-dang" sound.

Fan Wencheng's two men were excited and immediately looked around. The ringing of the school bell, which was very common in later generations, is a bit like the ringing of gold on the battlefield. The sudden appearance in this city shocked them.

Fan Wencheng was also a little wary, but he was relatively calm. As the bell rang, he saw the doors of the wing rooms opening, and children lining up to walk out of them. The youngest of them was only five or six years old, and the eldest was about ten years old. They were not very well-dressed and wore coarse clothes. They didn't seem to be children from wealthy families.

"Senior brother, can these children still be able to attend private school?" One of Fan Wencheng's subordinates saw it, his eyes full of envy and a trace of doubt, and couldn't help but ask Fan Wencheng.

Fan Wencheng couldn't answer his question at all. It is impossible for poor families to afford reading. One is that there is no money, and the other is that children from poor families have to help with household chores at a young age and cannot have time to study. But the fact before us is that so many children were studying just now. How to explain this?

If he couldn't answer, he would simply remain silent. Fan Wencheng looked into the yard and saw that the children who were queuing up were all carrying schoolbags and standing in rows facing the flagpole in the yard. After counting in my mind, there were probably hundreds of children.

What are they going to do? Fan Wencheng had some doubts in his mind. But suddenly, he noticed something and quickly looked to both sides warily. At some point, there were several people standing on the side of the courtyard wall, all like them, looking in through the holes.

Fan Wencheng's eyes were also very poisonous. It could be seen that some of these people seemed to be domestic slaves. Although some were not well-dressed, their temperament was not that of the poor. What are they doing? Could it be that, like me, I came from out of town and was 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 all nodded in a friendly manner and then continued to look inside.

No hostility! This was the first thought of Fan Wencheng and others. In this case, he decided to take another look at the situation inside and try to figure out one thing. Otherwise, it would be very uncomfortable to have so many doubts in his stomach.

In just a moment, a few gentlemen-looking people came out and stood under the flagpole. Two handsome-looking older children came out and went to untie the ropes under the flagpole.

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng realized a little bit. Is he going to put away the flag?

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

Fan Wencheng is indeed a man of both civil and military skills. Just standing outside and listening to this, for the first time, he understood the lyrics clearly:

If one side is in trouble, support from all sides will come!

When all people are united, their power can cut through gold!

There is waterlogging in the south and drought in the north. What’s the point?

Corrupt officials will have to pay back sooner or later!

Protect your home and country, and swear to destroy the enemy!

Everyone performs his duties, everyone does his job!

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

Weijia comes from all over the world, and congratulations come from all directions!

Fan Wencheng immediately had an impression in his mind that these lyrics were simple and easy to understand and easy to remember. But this lyrics contains all aspects and implies expectations. If a country can really do what is mentioned in the lyrics, then who else can win?

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately thought of it again. The emperor had shown him the latest banknotes of the Ming Dynasty before. Aren't these lyrics on those banknotes?

Fan Wencheng was very shocked. There were enlightened children singing in the banknotes, so maybe people were singing in other places. Such a way of communication could really spread among the people of the Ming Dynasty immediately, and even be engraved into the Ming Dynasty. In the hearts of the people, if we continue like this, maybe within a few years, all the people of the Ming Dynasty will be able to sing and remember these lyrics. This is the power of enlightenment!

In the chorus, Fan Wencheng could hear that these children sang with heart and sincerity. Perhaps only these children, with their simple minds, can sing sincerely! Then if these children grow up, even if one out of ten people remembers these words and uses them to restrain their behavior, how powerful will the combined power of so many people in the Ming Dynasty be?

Fan Wencheng thought about it, but he didn't dare to think any more. Is today's Ming Dynasty still the decadent Ming Dynasty in my impression?

As he was thinking, his thoughts were suddenly pulled back by the movement in the yard. I saw the two older children carefully folding the flag and solemnly holding it with both hands to a gentleman. Then, it seemed that the gentleman with the highest status was 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 man. You must not oppress good people, you must not take bribes and bend the law, and you must not liaise with foreign enemies or 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 a hundred children responded in unison with great momentum.

For some reason, when Fan Wencheng heard this, he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to leave quickly. But when he looked at the people around him, none of them seemed to be leaving, and he was worried that his sudden departure at this time would attract attention, so he had to stand still.

However, there was nothing in the yard. I heard the gentleman who just spoke was dismissed, and then I saw the children turning around in neat movements, just like the army's formation training, walking towards the door in order.

At this time, those people watching from the courtyard wall all cheered and rushed to the door. After the children came out of the door, they dispersed, said goodbye to each other, and left.

Fan Wencheng and the other three did not move, staring blankly at the situation at the door. They didn't know what they were thinking, but they heard conversations coming into their ears from time to time.

"Master, let's go home!"

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

"It seems that my dear grandson is doing well. Grandpa is so happy!"

"..."

Looking at the children, some were led away by adults, and some walked alone...it was not until the entrance of the courtyard was empty that Fan Wencheng and the other three came back to their senses.

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

But Fan Wencheng didn't pay attention to this. He only had one thought in his mind: where did the Ming Dynasty emperor get the money to allow the children of the Ming Dynasty to attend this children's school, and also brainwashed them like this sooner or later? How powerful would the Ming Dynasty be in the future? ?

In fact, there was one point where he misunderstood Emperor Chongzhen.