C21 Great Zhou Culture over Martial Arts

It's almost late autumn on the way back to Beijing. Along the way, scholars who were rushing to take the exam could be seen. They carried books and blankets on their backs as they hurried on their journey. Every time Fu Tine saw such poor students, she would order the convoy to stop to serve them hot meals.

Actually, the autumn examination was not set for the same year of the spring examination. It was the first year of spring examination, the year of spring examination, the year of spring examination, and the year of spring examination. However, the size of the Zhou Dynasty was vast, so it was naturally not urgent for some families to hire carriages and horses. Most of the children from poor families who were far away from the capital would have to get up and go to the capital after receiving the official invitation of the midterm scholar, and some would even have to walk for a year. In an era without cars and trains, it was not easy to go to the capital. Sigh... )

Every time the Imperial Court helped, the various provincial and county government officials would pay their own money to set up a place for the Imperial Examiner to land. They would provide simple food and accommodation. This was all because the officials had come in the same way, and the scholars in front of them would very likely become colleagues in the future. If you can take care of him, then take care of him. Some honest officials even gave some rations, rice, and noodles. Shizi did not really worry about eating, drinking, and accommodating.

Helplessly, the journey was long, and the food and drinks were both good. Many Shizi could not afford to miss the autumn examination, so it was not just nonsense.

It was not easy for them to reach the capital, and it did not mean that everything went smoothly. They even had to arrange a fixed residence for a long period of time. Otherwise, if they succeeded in the examination, where would the "paper" go to find someone? Just think about it. In the past, Luo Dishi and Xin Zhong had eight thousand, even if they didn't have ten thousand. The yamen couldn't just care about the relocation of the scholars, right? With over ten thousand scholars gathered in the capital, there were a lot of broken facts.

Therefore, it was necessary for the Humble Class students to enter the capital ahead of time. They could find jobs like transcribing for themselves when there were fewer people, and they could also make friends with other people. In the future, if a carp jumped into the dragon gate, there would be a helper in the official circles.

If the Great Zhou Dynasty was a country with a heavy cultural system, a scholar would definitely be able to find some food and drink. Whether it was copying or playing chess, it was a way to live. As long as he was willing to do things and was diligent, no scholar would starve to death. In the fun, it was often mentioned that a certain scholar had spent all his money and had no choice but to stay in an inn's woodshed. There were also those who were truly poor, but that was only in the minority.

Fu Tine could not help but despise this luxurious meal when she thought that she and those poor Humble Class students were fellow scholars. But now that she was used to enjoying it, she wanted to give it up, but she could not bear to. While sighing, she also took care of the students who were rushing along the way. He wanted to relieve the frustration in his heart.

He had also wanted to bring Shizi along to the capital, but he had his own character. After a hot meal, he would most likely leave. Those who missed their lodging would also leave the next day. Such a straightforward and pure behavior really made Fu Tine sigh endlessly. Every time at this moment, she would call Fu Jiang to remember and remind him to seriously question his own shortcomings with others' strengths and weaknesses.

Walking and stopping all the way to the capital, it was already the end of autumn. The entire capital was filled with scholars, and everyone who heard it felt that they were above others. This made Fu Tine feel a lot of emotions.

Secretary Shi: During the weekend, Emperor Zhou Wen valued literature more than martial arts. When the Great Zheng cavalry attacked, there were no generals leading troops in the country.

When Fu Tine read this part of history, she had always thought that Great Zhou had been passed down to Emperor Zhou for hundreds of years. It could be said that the country was rich and the people were strong, so it was inevitable that martial arts were light. Looking at the situation in the capital, it was indeed too much for Great Zhou to be light in martial arts. Hence, in his mind, "There is no general in Shu, Liao Hua will be the vanguard." In one sentence, there was still Liao Hua in Shu. Who was there in Great Zhou right now? After carefully thinking about it, he realized that there were both good and bad people. It turned out that the history books were not biased at all.

Cars and horses traveled to the prosperous Southern Sun Sect, and there were many street vendors shouting and selling. The four shops on the street were open to all. Just as they were enjoying the show, the Jing'an Mansion's steward suddenly came to report: "Young master, quickly change your clothes. I'm afraid that if the carriage or horse enters, they will be killed."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They hurriedly helped the two young masters take off their clothes and put on their plain clothes. They also took off their colored accessories and put away all the gaudy objects. They quietly hurried to the Zhongyi Residence, no longer having the heart to admire the style of the capital.

The carriage passed by the Southern Sun Sect, which was only at the edge of the capital. It took them half a day to get close to the capital. At night, he approached Ronghu Street and finally entered Zhongyi House's territory. After entering the territory, they still needed to walk for a moment before they could reach the main entrance. Fu Si's eldest son and grandson... When they returned home for the first time, they had to walk through the main entrance. Fu Jiang had to enter through the side gate, so the carriage and horses split up. After a while.

He had just been able to see the face of the large door from afar, and his feet had also changed into a large stone road. He saw a group of servants running over, each of them holding a mourning dress in their hands. When he arrived in front of the car, he knelt down on the ground with a swoosh. They reported with grief, "Great-Grandfather is gone... Eldest Young Master, please take care of your filial piety immediately."

Fu Tine stared blankly as she was being served to change her clothes for the second time. Her entire body was in a trance, as if she had seen this stance before, but at the same time, she also seemed to be unable to remember it.

Finally, when she got out of the car, she could not see anything else except for the white flag that was soaring into the sky. Sorrow and solemnity. Suddenly, the dull pain in her heart almost stopped. Fu Tine and the Great Master had never seen each other before and could not be considered to be family. They were still shocked by the solemn and solemn mourning that laid across the sky. They were born unable to cut off their bloodline and familial love. Their tears could not stop falling.

It was not easy to see her father, but her eyes had already turned red from crying. Fu Shen had lost a lot of weight again, and he looked at Gang Junru more and more. "Father, I came back late..." Without anyone's reminder, he knelt towards the coffin and kowtowed.

He had just finished the ceremony and stopped crying. He did not have time to catch his breath when he heard a message from behind saying that the old lady knew that his grandson had returned home and wanted to see him. He was led to the backyard to pay his respects to the old lady.