Beiyang new warlord

But even so, Liu Zongmin still held his head upright and refused to kneel down.

Originally, Song Xiance, who should have been on the same passerby in time and space, because of the variable Mao Jue, seemed to be on the same level as Liu Zongmin at this time. When he arrived at Liu Zongmin's camp, he lowered his head arrogantly and hugged his arms. With a wave of impatience in his head, he asked urgently.

"Have you thought about it yet, Mr. Liu? Your Majesty's patience is running out, and this time the generals didn't make any achievements in the Jiangnan battle. It's time to draw their swords and look around. General Liu, Song is thinking of you." Ah! Surrender now, and His Majesty will reward you with a rich man, and when you die without a place to bury your corpse in the wilderness, it will be too late to regret it!"

"Is there no official dog? Send a bean sprout to recruit me?"

Looking up at Song Xiance who had collapsed onto the table, his face was full of sarcasm, and Liu Zongmin hummed mockingly.

Being in a high position, few people dare to laugh at Song Xiance's shortness until now, but now he is ridiculed by a thief. The dark smell is also getting stronger.

"So, Mr. Liu, do you want to die?"

"I'm a rough guy. I've never been afraid of death in my life! Want to recruit me? It's not impossible, unless the emperor kneels down to me and begs me!"

"You can do it! Wash your neck and wait!"

His fingers were trembling with anger, Song Xiance jumped off the table, but Liu Zongmin suddenly rushed to the door, bent down and lowered his head to see him off, looking up at the guy's brain , Song Xiance was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, he slammed the big sleeves of his red-purple official robe, and rushed out the door.

Watching Song Xiance leave, the smile immediately subsided on Liu Zongmin's face, his eyes looked at the densely packed Ming army that surrounded him, and a stern look appeared on his fleshy face again, holding his arms , he growled in an incomparably vicious low voice.

"Come on! This time I want you to experience what it means to break into the army!"

In Nanjing City, Mao Jue was proctoring the exam.

In response to the collapse of Tiancheng, Nanzhili and Zhejiang are the lairs of southern merchants. After the news is spread, Fujian is the territory of his partner Zheng Zhilong, and he is also here when he is called. As for Jiangxi, Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, the journey is too far away This year, Mao Jue did not plan to enter the army on a large scale. He had to settle the vast land that had already been acquired, with a population of nearly 4000 million people, before continuing to advance.

The Qing army pacified the south of the Yangtze River for more than [-] years. You have to eat every bite, so don't worry!

At present, the most urgent thing to delay is to re-establish the government at the grassroots level in Jiangnan according to the political structure of the north, and completely cut off the soil from which the great aristocratic families have regrown.

The Gongyuan was once again filled to the brim, but the small rooms that were originally separated were torn down and replaced by wide tables in the open air, with each person holding a paper and holding a small book. Writing brushes, a large group of Fushe candidates looked as bitter as bitter gourds, staring with big and small eyes with sad faces.

Especially at the other end, scholars from Jiangbei kept answering the papers, dried the ink, and calmly handed them over to the examiners who were watching over them, which added heavy psychological pressure to them.

Mao Jue did not cut off the hope of this group of official fans. He can be an official if he wants to, but he needs to take an exam! In the past, the imperial examinations in Ming Dynasty required one person to live in a hut, and it took three days to write a splendid stereotyped article, which talked about the subtle words of the sage. The truth is, for these Fushe scholars, they are all experts, but unfortunately, Beiming's exams do not test these things, they are all calculated by relying on the valley, punished by punishment, and a bunch of trivial things that the masters can do.

Where did a group of officials and gentlemen do such tedious and trivial things, each of them scratched their heads in anxiety.

Of course, there are not without political questions, but the questions also confuse them. For example, to extract a passage from Mao Jue's speech, it is required to extract the spirit of the emperor's speech within [-] words, and also to describe if you are in this situation. In the official position, how to implement the spirit of the emperor.

Looking at the appearance of hundreds of people below who wanted to scratch their scalps, Mao Jue, who was standing upstairs and looking down, couldn't help showing a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, is this not enough?He hasn't finished the sequence logic problem that tortured him to death!

"His Majesty!"

When Mao Jue was fascinated by watching, an extremely annoyed sound suddenly came from beside him. In Jiangnan in October, the autumn tiger was still very tight, and he was sweating profusely when he walked. He bowed behind him.

"I am incompetent, Liu Zongmin is stubborn, he is a bastard who is determined to fight the court to the end, and refuses to surrender. Your Majesty, please send troops to seek peace!"

"Although Liu Zongmin is vulgar and reckless, his subordinates have run amok for decades without dying, and his ability to survive is excellent, which can be regarded as a fortune. Now that the crown prince is alone overseas, it is the season of employing people under his command. Besides, it is so easy to admit defeat. Isn't it Song Qing's character?"

"Your Majesty, that Liu Zongmin is so bold and arrogant that he wants the emperor to kneel down before he surrenders. This kind of people are really hard to tame!"

Pointing behind him, Song Xiance yelled in embarrassment again, but Mao Jue, who asked to listen, was actually amused. Turning around, he shook his head with a wicked smile.

"What kind of conditions does the widow have! Just agree to him!"

"His Majesty!"

Full of horror, Song Xiance screamed in disbelief, but Mao Jue glanced towards the north as if pointing, and looked in that direction. It also appeared on his face.

With a sly smile and a thumbs up, Song's big head nodded sincerely.

"Your Majesty, Yin!"

After dismissing Song Xiance to continue to deal with this tail, Mao Jue's eyes returned to the examination room again. Although most of the Fushe candidates were as difficult as constipation, after all, it was a Fushe composed of young scholars, and their ability to accept was stronger than that of old people. Dong Linqiang and more than a dozen people handed in the papers one after another.

Especially Fang Yizhi, one of the four sons of Fushe, is very good at mathematics, and he has already finished answering a paper, but when he turned the paper over, he saw the four printed characters at the end of the paper, which he could not let go of for a long time.

Handy!

After looking at the end of the paper for a long time, he closed the paper thoughtfully and handed it in.

It's just that at this time, Mao Jue's mind was not on business. His eyes were patrolling among the candidates, and his eyes gradually became colder. He walked around the examination room with hundreds of people three times, and finally landed in the southeast corner with a gloomy look. On a sweaty, extremely embarrassed examinee.

I don't know what kind of shit luck, in a political catastrophe, Luo Zhen, the fuse, survived, and it was exactly as Luo Yu expected, once Mao Jue started his department, this bastard could really be shameless and follow him. Come here for the exam!

His teeth were itching with hatred, his fists were clenched and he found his target, and Mao Jue hurried downstairs in a gloomy but happy manner, leaving the examination room behind.

Fortunately, God left him this target of revenge, he must exercise his wrists well.

Dongjiang’s high-efficiency inheritance, just finished the exam yesterday, and the results are released today. It’s different from the traditional imperial examinations in the Ming Dynasty. Dongjiang’s exam is a test of positions. Whichever official position is vacant, it will be recruited for that official position. Early in the morning, the Gongyuan was visited The scholars who read the test results were surrounded.

But in general, the scholars are divided into two groups, one is the scholars who were introduced by Mao Jue and graduated from various schools in the north, and the other is the native scholars of Fushe. Fushe, which had never experienced such a test question, was obviously a disastrous failure. Most of the positions were taken by northern scholars. If it weren't for taking care of the emotions of the local forces, Fushe would not even have the remaining one-third of the positions. not available.

The voices of the discussion were also divided into two groups. The sour side of Fushe yelled to abandon the way of saints, and the world is going downhill, while the scholars in the north are contemptuously mocking the place where the style of writing prevails. Answering such a simple test question Like a bird and so on.

Amidst all kinds of discussions, Luo Zhen squeezed into the crowd with difficulty, dragging a fake leg. Full of hope, he also looked up at the list.

During the war in Yingtian more than ten days ago, he happened to go out to drink and hid under the wine cellar of a wine shop for several days. Donglin's wanted hunt became illegal, and he was allowed to escape with his life.

But when I returned to the mansion, all the properties of my wives and concubines were confiscated by Fushe. Even the mansion was confiscated, and now it has become official property. I dare not ask for it, but who has no means of making a living? Luo Zhen, who has always clamored to read the books of sages and sages, refused to be a vulgar warrior, a traitor and a traitor, actually had the cheek to take part in the imperial examination.

However, yesterday's exam questions once again made him feel cold. With the last sliver of hope, he hastily patrolled along the list, but immediately, a scene that made him suddenly short of breath appeared. The lowest position in the ranks, the Jurong County Education Bureau is at the top of the line, and his name is written squarely.

Luo Zhen!

He waited and watched three times in a row in disbelief. Such a small official made the old son of the Luo family show an ecstatic look on his face.

bingo!

Chapter 856. Torture

All the flashy dreams have faded away, and all that remains is just wanting to survive in this world. At the gate of the Gongyuan, the clang of gongs sounded, calling the scholars who were elected to enter to receive gold and silver in official uniforms, and to do pre-employment work. With the expectation of a peaceful life, Mr. Luo also entered the door dragging a fake leg.

But what he didn't know was that this was the beginning of his nightmare!

In the signing room in the Gongyuan, several officials of the capital's official department, with the dark circles under Mao Jue's command, yawned tiredly and put down the roster, reading one by one in a daze. He happily went to press his fingerprint on the roster, and then took the official seal and official uniform handed by the official Zhaomo at the other end. During the roll call, a long line of people moved forward in an orderly manner.

"Pingling Public Security Bureau is in charge, Guangchuan scholar Xu Yinhou!"

"The disciple is here!"

"Jurong County Education Bureau, Hangzhou scholar Luo Zhen!"

"The disciple is here!"