After Ye Chunqiu said to Sun Qi, it was noon unconsciously, and at this moment, the bell tower not far from the auxiliary building was already making a clanging sound.
Noon came, and as soon as noon came, looking from the window from afar, the workshops in the distance began to work, and countless dense crowds of people could be seen coming out of the workshops, and the somewhat cold street suddenly became noisy.
Ye Chunqiu looked at the countless crowds, and a glimmer of hope rose in the depths of his heart.
These craftsmen, to a certain extent, will be a force to change with themselves, the industrial population and the agricultural population are completely different, why the peasants are short-sighted, this is not discrimination, but that most of the peasants in this era are only confined to a square inch of land, from the beginning of their birth, perhaps the greatest insight is the bazaar a few miles away, their neighbors and neighbors, unchanged, day after day, the information received, always in the square inch of land.
And workers are completely different, they come together from all directions, each has their own information and insight, and because workers need to collaborate, there will be communication, this exchange is quite like the industrial age across the information age, the original industrial age, people to obtain knowledge, there is a need for books, and books are not unlimited after all, but once into the information age, knowledge and all kinds of news began to explode, which makes those who do not have to go out, The level of knowledge may be much higher than that of a so-called elite wandering around in the industrial age.
People communicate with each other, in fact, there is no difference from exchange, craftsmen from Henan and craftsmen from Jiangxi chatted together, it didn't take long for both of them to get the customs of the two places, and a person who knew the customs of the two places communicated with another person, then their vision, their gaze, is obviously higher than those who work in the ridges, and even the peasants who don't even know which emperor is today.
In the past few days, Ye Jing has been assigned a new position, but Ye Chunqiu was quite stunned, and he was directly transferred to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to serve as the imperial history of Shaanxi Science and Technology, and immediately patrolled Shaanxi.
Ye Chunqiu was slightly stunned, this appointment was a little strange, Ye Chunqiu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately went to inquire, only to know that there was indeed a vacancy in the imperial history of Shaanxi Province, and this appointment was recommended by Liu Yu, the imperial history of the capital.
Liu Yu has such a good heart Or he deliberately let his father enter the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so that he could blackmail himself or something This is obviously very likely, but Ye Chunqiu doesn't take this matter seriously after all, after all, if he wants to be blackmailed, he will be blackmailed, and his father is really benefited.
After all, from the county order to the imperial history, although it is a transfer at the same level, it is directly transformed from a turbid current to a clear stream, which is of extraordinary significance and is definitely a gratifying thing.
Ye Jing's new official took office, he needed to go to the Shaanxi provinces immediately to patrol, he left in a hurry, Ye Chunqiu still went to see him off in person, this is not the first time Ye Jing traveled far away, so the father and son just looked at each other and smiled on the long pavilion, and explained some things, although they were reluctant in their hearts, but they were not too depressed, seeing Ye Jing leave, Ye Chunqiu rushed to the camp of the Zhenguo New Army with a little melancholy.
After all, now that he has a lot of things waiting for him, there is not much time for him to be sad about his reluctance to his relatives Half a month has passed, and the fifth year of Zhengde has reached the end of the year, and it has snowed heavily, but when Ye Chunqiu arrived at the camp of the Zhenguo New Army, the drills in the camp were still in full swing.
Five hundred recruits, in this school field, one by one has changed into plate armor, because in the afternoon, so now it is no longer just the practice of alchemy, but the training of assassination, the veterans are standing in the front team, the recruits are in the back team, each holding the steel spear tightly, the hand and the steel spear have already condensed a layer of frost, the recruit's mouth sprays white gas, the heavy plate armor seems to be condensed with the body, the snow flutters down, gently covering their shoulder pads and helmets with a thin layer of snow.
They had to keep the action of collecting the spear, not moving at all, Ye Shikuan was in the team, feeling that his whole person was stiff, and the steel spear in his hand with a piercing chill swept through his whole body through the palm of his hand, such an action, he had maintained it for half an hour, but Wang Shouren, who was in charge of the drill, just put his hands behind his back, shuttling between each recruit, standardizing their movements.
Look ahead, bow slightly, hold the spear with both hands at the level of the steel spear, and raise the tip of the spear slightly thirty degrees, one step apart from the front and back feet.
Although there are only more than 20 days in this new military camp, but for Liu Shikuan, it is longer than half a lifetime, everything here requires meticulousness, and the slightest mistake cannot appear, he doesn't know what the meaning of such a drill is, if it is said that alchemy can also enhance his physique and increase his amount of food, but the so-called spur drill, many times it is not a thorn, but just let your body not move at all, although it has been in the camp for nearly a month, it has slowly adapted, but in this cold and freezing weather, But he didn't want to stay up for a minute.
If it weren't for the military order and the punishment was extremely heavy, Ye Shikuan didn't want to lose face in front of his comrades, at this time he would rather lose the steel spear and return to the field.
Ye Chunqiu stood outside the school field with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the training recruits, and suddenly, Wang Shouren suddenly shouted: "Thorn." ” The veterans in front of them had already stabbed out steel spears together, with the momentum of thunder, neatly aligned.
However, the recruits in the back seemed to be uneven, some were stabbed earlier, some were too busy to stab out, and some did not do their best.
Wang Shouren had to go to the back team and continue to standardize their stabbing movements, Ye Chunqiu's thin uncle is meticulous in everything he does, striving for perfection, and even when Ye Chunqiu arrives, he is unmoved.
At this time, Wang Shouren walked to Ye Shikuan's side, he patted Ye Shikuan's waist first, Ye Shikuan was busy tightening his waist, and then pulled his hand fiercely, making his steel spear move forward by an inch, and then walked to the next person and continued to standardize.
The performance of these recruits was actually better than Ye Chunqiu had expected, perhaps because of the help of veterans, although they were still very jerky, they had at least exceeded expectations.
Tonight, Ye Chunqiu had a night class, there was no fireplace in Minglun Hall, and there was no heating stove, everyone knelt on the ground, listening to Ye Chunqiu's preaching, for a full hour, Ye Chunqiu left the camp. aa2705221: