Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 491 Big Plan

Xia Lin leaned back in his chair, scratching his leg hair as he said, "Actually, my main idea is to get these people to go down, and then slowly use two generations to infiltrate the village elders system and clan system. Otherwise, the imperial power will never go down to the county, which is not a fun thing."

"Well, ancient sages have been troubled by this issue for a long time. Is your method useful?"

"I don't know." Xia Lin also shook his head: "But you can always give it a try. Practice makes perfect. Try all the routes you can think of. There will always be one that can be realized."

"You are really courageous. Have you ever thought about people like Shang Yang?"

"That's different. We do everything from the bottom up. But we can't rule out the possibility of being killed in the end. Is Ma Xiang ready to sacrifice himself?"

"Afraid, but dare."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two of them didn't have anything to do at the moment, so they lay down in the yard and fell asleep after drinking. Because they were completely isolated at the moment, unless there was a sudden illness, no one could visit them until the exam was over.

So these few days they just ate, drank, played chess and chatted, and the days passed quite quickly.

When the exam day came, the Ministry of Rites had already made preparations at the former Kaihua Temple, Cheng'en Temple and other temples at three o'clock in the morning. When the alarm bell rang three times, the candidates had to be searched before entering the venue. With more than 50,000 people taking the exam, it was so grand that even the roads were blocked.

There are not only civilian players here, but also paying players who have never been exposed to exams before, and there are also many sons of poor families from fallen nobles. Anyway, everyone starts from the same point this time, so even the king of gods has to be searched before entering.

Of course there will be complaints here, because those players who were addicted to privileges before are simply unwilling to get together with these people.

But the problem is that when the trickles of water converge into the ocean, people can no longer hear other sounds. At this moment, the majority of voices are the correct voices. If we use the majority as a guide to judge whether something is correct or not, then its error rate will inevitably be reduced.

Everyone says it's good, but you say it's not good. Who do you think you are?

Competing in the same arena can best show one's ability. The good or bad performance can be judged immediately after one paper is printed. Therefore, many lower-level nobles would stand outside the examination room like ordinary people, anxiously waiting for their children to come out.

After daybreak, the sun was scorching, and the carts selling mung bean soup on the roadside became a hot commodity. The vendors selling umbrellas and fans also took the opportunity to weave through the crowd.

The entire Jinling City was full of vitality at this moment, and everyone could not even remember that a few days ago, three hundred meters east of where they were standing, an adult male from a family was neatly cut in half.

Their deaths seemed to be a sacrifice to mark the beginning of a new era. Although they were unwilling, they were somewhat helpless.

"Fresh pancakes, who wants pancakes?"

"Bingzi Wu, why are you so happy today?"

"My son is going to take the exam too! Come on, come on, we are all old neighbors, have some cakes." The cake seller stuffed a cake into the neighbor's hand enthusiastically: "Eat it, eat it while it's hot."

"Eh? Your son is also a scholar?"

"No, he was called over by the government a few days ago. They said he was an excellent carpenter and could draw pictures. They asked him if he could read. He said he could. Then they called him to take an exam. They said it was the Ministry of Works' paper."

"That's great. My son took the exam to become a scholar a few years ago, but he just couldn't get promoted. I'll let him try this time. What if there's a chance? Don't you think so?"

Such conversations happened one after another on this street. For ordinary people, they didn’t know what it meant to break the shackles of fairness. They just knew that their sons would have the hope of eating the emperor’s food.

There is also a law that came out with this exam, which is that if any of your ancestors for three generations have been caught for any illegal activity, you can forget about taking the exam in the future and just learn a skill to make a living.

Because of this law, the business of casinos in Jinling City has been reduced by almost half, and they are afraid that they might have done something wrong and it would affect their sons.

Of course, these are just minor details. The real greater impact will be the cultural identity of the entire Wei Dynasty and even the entire Greater China cultural circle in the future, because low-level civilizations will instinctively pursue high-level civilizations. When everyone knows that this matter is correct, then everyone will move closer to it.

If the things that Qin Shihuang failed to achieve had been achieved in the Wei Dynasty, even if the Wei Dynasty was gone in the future, it would have left a significant mark in history.

The Ministry of Rites, which was originally the last of the six ministries, has become the most powerful department because it holds the power over education.

Although everyone in the Ministry of Rites, from the Minister to the Secretary, was exhausted in the past few days, they walked out with their heads held high. After all, what they were doing was not something that ordinary people could do. It was such an honor.

And this time, surprisingly, the old nobles did not come out to intervene. This was thanks to the beheading, which killed the prestige and momentum of the old nobles.

Gao Shilian was wearing casual clothes today. He was standing outside the examination room with his hands behind his back, waiting there, because his eldest grandson had also gone in to take the exam. Although Gao Shilian's position meant that his grandson was also capable, even in the current environment, it would not be difficult for him to ask Xia Lin to get a position for Gao Yunjin.

But Gao Yunjin was a stubborn person. He insisted on taking the exam and then proving that children from noble families were never good-for-nothings.

"Grandpa."

"Ok?"

Gao Yunmeng, who was sitting in a wheelchair nearby, looked up at Gao Shilian and said, "When will girls be able to take exams like boys?"

"Don't ask me." Gao Shilian said with a smile: "Go ask Xia Daosheng, I'm old and my words are useless." "Then tell me, will she make women the same as men?"

"I don't know. You'll have to ask if you want to find out. But from what I know about him, he will, but he will also give you a lot of difficult questions at the same time."

"My grandson doesn't understand..."

"Just ask and you'll understand."

At this moment, Xia Lin was leaning on the fence at their door and looking outside. This place was not far from the examination room, and he could vaguely see a large number of people gathering there.

"Hey, the one standing guard." Xia Lin grabbed the fence and shouted, "Go get me some green bean soup. See if you can get it iced."

"Here you go."

Not long after, the old man who was selling mung beans with a cart was brought over. The mung beans cooled by well water had a slight coolness that made people feel comfortable.

Xia Lin sat there holding a bowl and showing off his mung bean soup to Ma Zhou. Ma Zhou suddenly said, "I thought about it for a long time yesterday. The three supports and one assistance you mentioned may still be a little difficult. It may take some years."

"Take your time." Xia Lin wiped his mouth and said, "I don't plan to finish it in one or two years. My plan is to take twenty years. First, open the road, and then see if we can come up with a more convenient means of transportation. Finally, it's time to consider these things."

"But we don't have to be so slow. We can give it a try." Ma Zhou was silent for a moment and then said, "Let's try Jiangnan Road and Jingji Road first. Jiangnan Road, Jiangnan Road is better. Let's try it in Jiangnan Road first. But if there are too many people, can the Wei Dynasty take in so many officials?"

"Most of them are officials." Xia Lin stretched his hand out of the fence: "Give me another full bowl."

After another bowl of mung bean soup came, Xia Lin took a sip and said, "We can subdivide the responsibilities. For example, originally there were five or eight people in a yamen, and we can expand it to eighty people."

“Isn’t that too bloated?”

"As long as the work is done, there won't be any bloat. You might even complain that there aren't enough people. Don't worry, I'll make an organizational chart for you when the time comes."

"Assembly...weaving frame...what?"

"The organizational structure is like the frame of a house. The current three-province and six-department system is still very simple. There is a lot of self-government by village elders and aristocratic families. This is the seed of instability. We need to refine the division, and the premise is the immediacy and convenience of communication and transportation. The most painful thing now is communication. It seems that I have to jump into technology."

"Jump...what?"

“Technology, science and technology.”

"You always blurt out some incomprehensible words..."

At this moment, the old man selling green beans outside suddenly shouted: "Two young men inside, do you want more? If not, I will close the stall."

"No, no, no. I'm full." Ma Zhou stood up, took out the money and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the money and gave the change to Ma Zhou. He then continued to ask, "Why are you two locked up here? You are such good-looking young men, with handsome features."

At this moment, the executive of the Zongzheng Temple who was in charge of guarding the door turned green in the face, and hurried forward to drag the old man out: "You talk too much, old man. If you know who is in there, just ask. They are the prime minister Ma Xiang and the world's number one talent Xia Daosheng! They are making the test papers here, and you old man... Oh! Go away, go away."

"Oh! That's the Prime Minister! Oh, he's so young."

The old man walked away mumbling something, while Xia Lin looked at Ma Zhou from the side and said, "Old Ma, you are not young anymore. You were already in your thirties when I met you, and you are almost forty now."

"Why? He looks like he must be over 60. What's wrong with him calling me young?"

The two were arguing when suddenly two people came to the door. It was none other than Gao Shilian who was pushing his granddaughter here.

Gao Yunmeng was lectured by her brother last time for scolding Xia Lin. Now she felt a little embarrassed when she saw Xia Lin again, but as a girl, she would not take the initiative to admit her mistake even if she was upset.

"Hey, General Gao. Are you here to visit me today?" Xia Lin pulled the fence and stretched out his hand: "General Gao, I am innocent, General Gao, let me out..."

Gao Shilian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw Xia Lin like this, and the people standing guard nearby were trying hard to hold back their smiles.

"Don't make a fuss. If someone hears you, it will be another problem. I came here today because my granddaughter has some doubts that I can't solve, so I came to ask you."

"Her?" Xia Lin turned his head to look at Gao Yunmeng. "What are you asking me? Why do you take human lives lightly, exploit the people, occupy good farmland, and force good women into prostitution?"

"I didn't force women into prostitution...how can you be so stingy!" Gao Yunmeng's face turned red.

"Hmm? Did you have any misunderstandings before?" Gao Shilian asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)