Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

But what exactly is this "faction"? This leaflet can provide some explanation from the source. Because this leaflet introduces the special treatment that students of the Imperial College get when they become the Censor-in-Chief.

"Ah, so that's what it is."

"How is it?" asked Phaethon.

"You'll know after you take a look." Shang Luo handed over the flyer. "In short, it's like this - in theory, only Juren can participate in the public recruitment of censors, because Juren is the lowest level of official appointment. But the identity of Juren is not limited to passing the provincial examination. Graduates of the Imperial Academy will be regarded as 'jiansheng', and Jiansheng can be regarded as Juren in many cases, so they can directly participate in the selection of the Metropolitan Censorate."

"So that's how it is! In other words, we don't even have to take the imperial examination, right?"

"But, you see, there's a but—first, not everyone can qualify as a Jiansheng. The Imperial College awards two degrees, A and B, with a 20: split. Only A-level degrees are awarded Jiansheng degrees, while B-level degrees are equivalent to Jiansheng degrees. The Metropolitan Censorate only recognizes % of A-level degrees. Secondly, this Jiansheng degree can only be regarded as equivalent to Jiansheng in a few departments, such as the Metropolitan Censorate."

"Do other schools offer this treatment?"

[Ah] Apollonia found the information, [So that's how it is. This treatment is the key to the problem. This seems to be the reason why the Imperial College seems to have a low cost-effectiveness. I saw someone in the forum asking why the Imperial College students can be directly recruited by the Censorate, so why is the Imperial College still said to have a "low cost-effectiveness". The answer is that other schools also have similar treatment. This quota is called "selected tribute". ]

"what is that?"

【Bagong is Gongsheng. Gongsheng and Jiansheng are both considered as Juren, but Gongsheng is much more applicable than Jiansheng. It is applicable to almost all departments and can be interviewed to participate in departmental recruitment examinations, while Jiansheng is only applicable to the historian system. The number of Bagong is limited every year and will be distributed among all colleges and universities. Because the Imperial College has its own special Jiansheng, the number of Bagong is very small, only a dozen every year, and even less than 10 in some years. Those with the same score line all start at hundreds, and the largest number is over a thousand. With this calculation, the number of Bagong in the Imperial College is not even as good as that of second-rate colleges and universities. 】

"Is this the imperial republic?" Phaethon was shocked. "This is just as fierce as the family struggles in the Senate, and it is also unprecedentedly large."

"Why do I feel like I've stepped into some incredible system?" Shangluo was also reading the forum. "No wonder my senior brother didn't continue to take the imperial examination - there are so many things to deal with just the juren level. If he really passes the imperial examination, it will be great."

Juren and Jinshi are completely different. Juren is a social status, and passing the Juren exam may be very impressive. But Jinshi is someone who can be recorded in history books.

"Shangluo, so you have chosen your path?"

"I don't really want to be an official." Shangluo replied, "Besides, being a student has nothing to do with me. I have already obtained the qualification to take the imperial examination from other places - I found that the rule seems to be like this: the qualification of a scholar is widely available, and anyone can take the exam. It is difficult to pass the Juren level, but if you work hard, you can get it through various channels. Only the Jinshi level is the core area of ​​competition, and the qualification to take the Jinshi exam has also entered a white-hot competition."

"Oh, right." Phaethon suddenly asked, "If I participate in the recruitment of the Metropolitan Censorate, then I will be considered an official, right? Then, after becoming an official, can I still take the imperial examination?"

[Yes. After becoming an official, you can also take the Jinshi examination, but according to the order of Emperor Taizu Gao, he found that many Juren did not do their work every day after becoming an official, but kept doing questions at their posts, and also took the opportunity of taking the Jinshi examination to travel at public expense and take leave at will. So Emperor Taizu Gao announced in the 9th year of Hongwu that all Juren who became officials must give up the imperial examination twice, that is, for 6 years, before they can participate in the selection of Jinshi. This rule has been compromised in modern times, because now there is an examination once a year, so you only need to work for two years. So you can see that it is written on the leaflet that the targeted experience of the Duchayuan is also 2 years. After 2 years, if you pass the Jinshi examination, it will be another matter. If you fail, you will be converted to a regular employee and continue to work. ]

"Wait a minute." Phaethon saw it, "Shangluo, look here - it says that students in school can also participate in the targeted activities of the Censorate! You can go to school and work as a censor in the Censorate at the same time!"

"Ah!" Shangluo finally understood, "No wonder the car race is so popular - it turns out that this is equivalent to obtaining the qualification to become an official three years earlier than others. Except for the rare child prodigy who passed the imperial examination at the age of 3, this is the fastest path, to be recommended as a juren at the age of 16."

"Shangluo," Phaethon reminded, "You may not know how great it is to advance by three years. Because in a mature bureaucratic system, the promotion age at each level is very strict. If you fail to get promoted by this age, you will never be able to get promoted to a certain level in your life. Even the relatively relaxed Roman Senate will make loopholes for one or two years of age. You have advanced by three years. This means that you have three more opportunities for error than others. These three opportunities may be the key to the top. Based on Roman experience, it is almost impossible to get promoted in a core circle like the 3-member committee without any error tolerance."

[So Shangluo, you seem to have caught the last train. You may be the last batch of people who took the normal path to enter the government and got the fast track. After that, when you arrive in the heaven, there will be a big reshuffle everywhere, and this merit will be gone.]

Chapter 1247: The Elbow in the Canteen

Lunch is something you have to eat. As Wen Zhong said, no matter whether you can write a good essay or not, you must eat a good lunch.

Today's school lunch is braised pork elbow, which is just right for the occasion.

As it turned out, this plan was correct - although everyone who came to the cafeteria made no progress on this inexplicable topic, all their anxieties disappeared when they saw the whole braised pork elbow that was soft and boneless but still retained its shape served on the plate.

The pig's trotter was like a hammer, with the trotter bone as the hammer handle pointing upwards. The meat hammer itself stood on the high mountain of rice, and the sauce that flowed out soaked into the rice.

"This bowl of pork elbow is really of high quality!" Phaethon couldn't help but want to eat it - but just as he was about to take a bite, a faint resentment floated over from the side.

Han Xingzhi was sitting next to him. On the table in front of him was a bowl of white rice. He was the only one who sat down to eat and didn't have pork elbow.

“Why are you here?”

"Wherever my elder brother is, I will be there," he said, the meaty and sweet aroma of the braised sauce made his mouth water. But he couldn't eat a single bite, because this was the rule of Master Sa Tian.

"Brother, can I have some meat?"

"Hey, wait a minute." Shangluo reached into his bag and pulled out a furry dog ​​head. He used a spoon to scoop out a small amount of pork elbow with skin and meat, and threw it into the dog's mouth.

"Ah Wu" caught the elbow flying in the air, and the dog's face was filled with happiness. Although it was only a small bite, it was also very happy.

After it finished eating, Shangluo patted the dog's head three times - reluctantly, the dog's head "yue" out on the spot, and a peach appeared.

Shangluo stuffed the dog's head back and flicked Tao'er across the table with his fingers, letting Tao'er roll in front of Han Xingzhi.

"Hey, come and eat."

"Brother, are you just going to let me eat this?"

"Eat it if you want. If you don't want to, I'll let Ah Heng eat it back."

“But after all, this is what the dog has eaten.”

"This is a heavenly dog. The last bite he took was the moon. Maybe there are still some undigested moon fragments in it."

"A piece of the moon?! Where did he eat it?"

"Don't ask me that. Do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat it!" He picked up the peach, wiped it with paper, and put it in his bowl.

Phaethon could no longer bear to look at it: "Oh my God. You must have tamed him. He even eats this kind of thing."

"I'm telling the truth. This is a tengu, not a real puppy."

"If you think you can eat it, don't bounce it over like a ping-pong ball. If I give it to you, will you eat it?"

"Well, I won't eat. But you see, the principal is right. No matter what, he should eat first. Do you think he can finish this meal without the Peach Pill?"

That peach is Shangluo's current Taoism. Just like before, although his own spellcasting is still thunder tribulation, he can now use other things to cast spells. Although he can't make edible cursed dates, he can now take peaches out of the dog's mouth. In terms of eating, the effects of the two are similar. As long as the person eating doesn't see the dog's head, it can conceal the truth and sneak into Chencang.

With the help of the magic of seventy-two transformations, he has become quite proficient in the transformation of name and reality. After a while, he might be able to make Han Xingzhi eat Yangchun noodles as eel noodles.

"Brother, there's something wrong with this food. It tastes terrible!"

"Can't this peach shut you up?"

"No. It tastes just as good, but it's too dry."

"Alas, there is nothing I can do." Shangluo took out the dog's head again.

"No need! No need for this!" Han Xingzhi was so scared that he stopped immediately. He didn't dare to look down anymore.

Pulling out a thermos from his bag, he poured himself a bowl of soup: "My mom made me carrot soup this morning. At least this is edible. She told me to save it for lunch."

"Then why didn't you eat this with your meal at the beginning?" Phaethon was puzzled.

"Because this elbow is so delicious! I really couldn't help it, so I had to ask for a pill. I thought that big brother must have gained something from this trip. Fortunately, everything went as I wished."

He sprinkled some soup on the rice, mixing it with the peaches and rice. The white, clear, and pink mixed together in the bowl looked tasteless, but in fact it tasted like rice soaked in broth.

"Ah~~ It's so refreshing. It's such a delicious pork elbow." He drank a mouthful of soup. "So, why is this rice so unpalatable?"

"Interesting." Shangluo asked, "Why did you ask me first if the rice tastes bad?"

"I feel like you're right, that's what I think."

[This kid's intuition is good enough for him to work as a priest in the Oracle. If he quits one day, remember to save some for me. I will recommend him to work in the Oracle and get another job.]

"Well, you guessed right. I asked someone to replace the rice. How do you feel about it?"

"It's so dry! Like Indian rice. I feel like I'm turning into an Indian."

"Is it really that bad?" Shangluo himself hadn't eaten yet. He looked around - the rice had indeed been changed today, but no one reacted. Perhaps it was because of the pork elbow broth, or perhaps it was for a more direct reason: this meal was free, and the school treated everyone to it for free.

"I'll also eat some shrimp!"

[Shrimp? Where did he eat the shrimp? Is there shrimp in the dog's mouth? ]

Shangluo didn't care about that. He took a bite himself. It was just as Han Xingzhi said. The rice was dry, not tasty, and not fragrant. After taking a bite, it felt like eating a mouthful of northwest wind. Apart from being able to maintain vital signs, there was no happiness at all. But after adding the broth, the dry rice was able to absorb the broth, and the taste suddenly became fuller.

[I think most other people think the same way. Otherwise, even if it’s free, you have to say something - this poor little Han in front of us will never be able to eat real pork elbow. At least not in the foreseeable future.]

"By the way." He asked Han Xingzhi, "Do you really dislike this rice?"

Han Xingzhi nodded: "It's really not tasty. My only pleasure now is to eat all kinds of rice, and this rice is so bad that it deprives me of the only pleasure in my appetite. I can't stand it at all."

"What if I told you it's free?"

"Free? I thought it was only free today. Will it be free every day from now on?"

"Yes. Just like the mistral, you can eat as much as you want."

"Ah! That's okay! Free is also a taste, and it's quite delicious! I can eat three bowls of rice just with the free stuff!"

[I take back what I said. This guy's perception is too wild, and he might be deceived by the elves. Anyone can take it if they want, but I don't dare to take it.]

Chapter 1248 Free Condiments

The classmate Xiao Han opposite was eating the bland meal with a happy look on his face. The word "free" made him feel the deliciousness of the meal.

Although this delicacy was not enough to make him actually finish three bowls of rice, it did look delicious.

"So, what does free taste like?" Shangluo asked.

"It's hard to say." Han Xingzhi replied, "It seems to have a different taste. It's like there's another integer between 5 and 6."

[Wait, let me remind you, this is just like the integers between 3 and 4, which ‘exist’ but are meaningless.]

"Why?" Shangluo asked.

[Because it doesn't really 'exist'. Numbers are defined by people, right? You can define 3 as A, and 4 as pufferfish, and then there's a cabbage or something between A and pufferfish, it all depends on your definition - and here there's an integer between 3 and 4. You know this is a 'secret' of Rome, right? ]

"That's true. Little Pompey told me about it. But will it have any impact?"

[This will not have any impact. This is just an assumption of many high-dimensional theories, assuming that there is a "pocket world" hidden around us, hidden in every corner of our world. For example, all elevators will actually pass by this "cabbage floor" when passing the 3rd and 4th floors. ]

"Eh? If people knew this 'cabbage number', wouldn't they be able to go to the extra floor?"

[The problem is actually here - although you can indeed set up a pocket space like this, this needs to be added during construction. After all, the law of conservation of matter applies. Floors that you haven't built won't appear directly just because you define them, just like some places don't have a 4th floor in the elevator, and the 3th floor is directly after the 5rd floor. Floors are completely dependent on your own definition. Whether you cancel the definition of the 4th floor or add a 'cabbage floor', they are just names.]

"What's the use of this?"

[The useful thing is that this can be used as a password. You can actually build a "cabbage layer" between the 3rd and 4th floors, provided that you recognize it. As long as you really recognize it and build it, then for anyone who has never seen a cabbage layer, the space where this floor is located will be hidden from the common sense of the world. Even if the elevator takes a little longer to reach that floor, it will be folded up. As long as you don't observe it, it won't unfold. If you don't recognize it, it will have no effect on you.]

"There is actually such a use for it? Doesn't that mean there are people hiding everywhere?"

[So this is illegal.] Victoria emphasized, [This is a very high-level secret in Rome, and it is not open to use as a usable magic - because although it is indeed very useful, it will also make the user fall into meaningless anxiety. Every time he counts to 3 and wants to continue counting, if there are people around who are not on the same channel as him, he will feel tortured because his perception of reality is challenged.

[Unfortunately, the vast majority of people in this world do not know this secret. Therefore, knowing this number itself is the real misfortune. As far as I know, there is not a single one among them who is not crazy. They can only live in a special room for the rest of their lives, and then make everything into a triangle, so that when they see 3, they will not count down immediately. ]

Shangluo looked at Han Xingzhi and asked again: "Is there any hope?"

There is hope. I'm just using this as an analogy. I bring this up because it's a very typical example of a "mystery." Many of Rome's mysteries are based on the principle that "unknown has no impact, but knowing it changes your life." If all of these mysteries were revealed, then, given everyone's varying perceptions of the world, everyone would be living in a different world, and the world would be truly chaotic. Communication between people would be completely severed, and humanity would be broken into fragmented races living in countless parallel worlds.

"???" Shang Luo was stunned for a moment. "Doesn't this mean that everyone has exiled each other? Should I stop him?"

[But his situation of 'perceiving a non-existent world' is above these fragmented rules - this phenomenon has a simple name: the sixth sense. It is also called the clairvoyance. Once this sense is opened, it is equivalent to opening the door to a new world. The above-mentioned strange 'cabbage numbers' can be recognized without any obstacles. ]

"It's easy to be in debt, right? Because there's a big hole in your head, the little holes don't seem that important - isn't that great?"

[It's really great, but you already have it. As the king of Rome, you already have it, right? You ran to other floors in New Antioch, and Pompey stacked several pockets there. ]

"Ah," Shangluo thought for a moment, "So that's how it is. But now I don't feel any extraneous at all."

[Because, as I said before, this kind of rule is that if you don't recognize it, it won't be hidden there. These rules are only useful to those who are interested, and they are not effective for those who are not interested. Because not many people know these things, especially the "cabbage number", which is simply a cognitive virus. If you accidentally take a look at it, you will need to receive a long period of treatment to recover.]

"Interesting. Doesn't this kid have unlocked a lot of hidden maps?"

I wonder if this is what he's training for.

"Just ask him directly." Shangluo asked him, "So, did Master Sa tell you the purpose of this training?"

"No." Han Xingzhi shook his head, "But I feel like my dad seems to know something, but he didn't tell me the situation."

At this point, Han Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, "Eh? Brother, what you mean is - I succeeded? When did I succeed?"

"Wait a minute." Shangluo thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper, wrote 1234 on it, and drew a cabbage between 3 and 4. "I'm telling you now, there is an integer between 3 and 4."

Han Xingzhi looked at the paper and responded, "Oh, then what?"

"Then tell me, what shape is this table?"

"Is this a math problem? Or a brain teaser?" Han Xingzhi thought for a moment. "Brother, if you set it up like that, it would be the shape of a 'cabbage edge'. But you just set 4 to be a cabbage, and then move the other numbers up one place."

Chapter 1249 Cabbage

"He didn't see it?"

[The exposure is not sufficient.] Apollonia replied, [How can you recognize it by drawing it on paper? If I write the relevant information with a pen, wouldn’t it become memetic contamination? That "cabbage number" is not that easy to recognize. If you want to recognize it directly, you need high-intensity exposure, such as reading the memetic contaminated book. However.]

Apollonia paused: [If his training was successful, then even if he was really exposed to the impact of the cabbage, he would not go crazy. Because like I said, when your imagination is big enough, those slightly smaller imaginations are not so important. But now it seems that his senses are not so active. Maybe he has only practiced halfway. ]