The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

The pitch-black night was smudged like ink. Cui Xinghe, who was in a half-drunk state, pushed open the door and stood in the middle of the yard with his hands behind his back, looking up at the night sky.

The stars twinkle, and the stars hold the moon.

You can clearly see the stars and the moon in the sky.

The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his face, but behind him was endless darkness.

He has no way to retreat now, the road is his choice, this road is like this, once he steps on it, there is no way to stop.

He stayed in the courtyard for a long time, waiting until the sky in the east appeared pale, and then he got up and went back to his room to sleep.

He didn't have the enthusiasm and drive he had before, and now he is like an incompetent person who is dawdling in his life.

He just waited for the day when he would be transferred overseas by Sun Jie.

……

Wucheng County is not big, and the place where the county seat is located is not big either.This small county looks a bit crowded.

During the day, this narrow street is crowded with pedestrians coming and going.

There were a lot of people in the late Ming Dynasty, especially on the Jiangnan side.

Sun Jie is not a slave, let alone set off a massacre.

Coupled with the powerful weapons in his hands, the entire Jiangnan was captured almost effortlessly, which also allowed the population of Jiangnan to be preserved.

Now that the world has settled down, the people can naturally go out to do things safely.

Sun Jie walked in Wucheng County, which is not a wide street.

Sun Wenyue followed closely behind him, constantly looking around with a pair of eyes.

Suddenly there was a burst of discussion, and the words in the words were closely related to Sun Jie.

Following the sound, they stopped outside a teahouse.

The teahouse is not big, and the store door is only two steps wide.

The inside was full of people, and standing at the door, one could clearly smell a strong tea fragrance.

There was a middle-aged man standing in the teahouse, who was sitting there and said: "Although we used to eat the food of Da Ming, but now it is the world of Da Qin, it should be said that Da Qin is really good for ordinary people, but if For those gentry, it is indeed inferior to Daming!"

"There are two sides to the story, we people can be regarded as scholars and gentlemen, fortunately we didn't do too much at the beginning, otherwise, we should be teaching overseas now.

Speaking of which, I don't think the current imperial court can compare to Daming.Thousands of years have passed, how has the status of us people been so low?

Even the Emperor Hongwu, who was slaughtered with knives and knives, never lowered our status, but now that the new dynasty is established, we are essentially no different from ordinary people! "A middle-aged man sitting opposite him patted the table and sighed.

Sitting in the corner, an old man with ordinary clothes and a face full of dimples put down the teacup in his hand, and raised his head with a sarcasm on his face.

"What you said, if you have this ability, you can pull up a soldier and horse and turn the world! You people, after studying for a few days, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. Without us who are like cows and horses, you These lofty masters are a fart!

In my opinion, His Majesty is the real wise emperor today. You people don't care about production, you only know how to pick up the books and preach the way of benevolence and righteousness loudly, but in the end, you don't know what benevolence and righteousness are at all, and you only fish the common people.

I think, you scholars should clean up everything! "The old man had a sarcasm on his face, he didn't show any face, and scolded loudly.

Looking at his attire and appearance, one can guess that his status is definitely not high, probably an ordinary farmer.

In the past, peasants like him would have to salute and give way when they saw the Juren master or the Jinshi master, but now they are sitting in the same teahouse drinking tea, and even dare to speak out to teach them a lesson.

Sun Jie's killing power stick is no joke, these gentry scholars are much more honest now.

The farmer should have been angered by these scholars before, otherwise he wouldn't have said these words.

In fact, in today's Jiangnan, those gentry or scholars who survived have a lot of resentment towards Sun Jie.

Depriving them of their privileges at once would naturally make me feel uncomfortable.

But Sun Jie's iron-blooded tactics against the evil gentry and some scholars frightened them again.

This has caused them, "Although I am afraid of you, I just refuse to accept" mentality.

Usually talk about it, if they really resist, they don't have the courage.

Sun Jie stood outside the door, watching the scene in front of him with great interest.

In order not to attract attention, he came to the lobby quietly and sat in an inconspicuous place.

The two middle-aged people were speechless at what the old man said.

Just keep your mouth shut.

After a long time, one of the middle-aged people suddenly said: "What you said to clean up everything, what you said is really a joke. Let me tell you, no matter when, we people are always higher than you in terms of status and ability.

Don't look like the imperial court is yelling at us now, but one day, they will definitely use us again! "

"What you said is pure nonsense. Now that the court is promoting new learning, do you know what new learning is? I guess you don't even know what new learning is. What do you want to do?" The old man retorted directly.

"Hahaha, you don't know this. Let me tell you, His Majesty Rende has issued university direct reading quotas to every province. Let me tell you, I have already got one of them. It won't be long before I will Go to Chang'an to go to university, and at that time, I will be transformed into an official of Daqin again, and you are still a commoner!" The middle-aged man laughed loudly.

These words made Sun Jie, who was watching the fun, instantly turn dark.

The number of places for direct reading is extremely limited, and each place must be strictly reviewed.

It would be fine if the middle-aged man in front of him had outstanding abilities.

But looking at this appearance, he doesn't look like someone with outstanding abilities.

Listening to what he said just now, his tone was full of contempt for the Great Qin court.

How could such a person have a direct reading quota?
One of the most important criteria for direct reading places is compliance with the new dynasty.

Sun Jie's brain is not sick, how could he cultivate enemies?
Don't think about it, there must be a problem here.

"Hmph, how can someone like you have a direct reading quota? I think you are talking nonsense!" The old man retorted directly.

"Why not? Hmph, this is my flower..."

The middle-aged man was about to show off, but in the middle of speaking, he was suddenly stopped by the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

He also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

"What do you mean by people like you? Drink your tea well!" The middle-aged man drank the tea on the table, left after leaving a few words.

Seeing their leaving backs, Sun Jie hastily followed.

When he came outside, he said to a guard cruising beside him, "Follow and see where they went!"

"As ordered!"

The guards took orders.

"Could it be true that this direct reading quota was bought as they said? What does this matter have to do with Wu Zhirong?" Sun Jie's eyes flickered.

University is the root of Sun Jie and the foundation of the country. Anyone who dares to stretch out his hand must be cut off.