The Boy Scout Academy started in the seventh year of Yongli, and now it is its fourth year. |2 Chen Wen does not intend to teach a group of corrupt scholars who took the imperial examination, and he is not able to offer a large number of courses like later generations. In four years, the first batch of military children who entered the school have been taught literacy, reading, basic mathematics, and basic military training for the Boy Scouts. After completing the assessment at the end of this year, he can graduate from the school.

Jinhua's Boy Scout Academy was first established and is now the largest enrollment. There are several campuses in the city alone. Recently, the Mission and Education Department is planning to establish a larger campus outside the city, not only to ensure the continuous explosion of students due to the expansion of the army expected in the next two years, but also to deal with the increasingly increasingly land prices in the city that are worth every inch of land.

"Brother Ding, do you have time?"

"I have time, is there anything wrong, Brother Niu?"

Ding Junjie was the first boy scout to enter school. Shi Xiaoniu, the elder brother of Shi Daniu, who spoke to him, was the auxiliary soldier of the team when his father was alive. However, Ding Junjie's father died in the battle very early. On the contrary, the auxiliary soldier who had been in the past is now expected to be promoted to the headquarters of the first bureau in Nantangying.

Because of this relationship, the two are classmates, so they are naturally very good on weekdays. Because Ding Junjie's father died earlier, Shi Daniu asked his younger brother to take care of him as much as possible after learning that the two were classmates. However, Shi Xiaoniu is the youngest son in the family and is favored. He is not as good as Ding Junjie's father, his mother is widowed, and the poor children are early in life. He is extremely hardworking in his studies. On weekdays, Shi Xiaoniu has more troubles to Ding Junjie.

"I just knew that Brother Ding was not busy, hehe."

As he spoke, Shi Xiaoniu smiled and spread the textbook on Ding Junjie's desk, pointing to the after-class exercises left by his husband in the morning and said to Ding Junjie: "Brother Ding, this question is really disgusting. It's both a chicken and a rabbit. I, a student on campus, have no time to go home to count this for the husband."

The title is very simple, with only one sentence: "Now there are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage, with thirty-five heads on top and ninety-four feet on bottom. What are the pheasants and rabbits on top?"

Chicken and rabbits are in the same cage, which is a very famous numbering problem in ancient China. Now that it comes to Shi Xiaoniu’s mouth, he has become a teacher who teaches numbers and wants him to really find a group of chickens and rabbits to count together. It’s like chickens and rabbits talking about “rabbits”.

As soon as this was said, Ding Junjie smiled helplessly. The Ding family only had the dozens of acres of land that his father had died and entrusted to the garrison. They only received some silver and money whenever they harvested, but they were not as good as the Shi family in Jinhua, Quzhou and Jiangxi.

However, his classmate is not showing off his wealth. He always says whatever he thinks. Ding Junjie had to shake his head and point to the title and say to him: "Look, the rabbit and the chicken are in the cage. There is only one head of the rabbit and the chicken, but the rabbit has four legs and the chicken only has two legs. The difficulty of the problem is here, but the solution is actually here."

"I knew Brother Ding would definitely do it, so I'll tell me quickly."

"Um."

After taking out the whiteboard and charcoal pen, Ding Junjie began to explain to the topic: "Now I know that there are 35 chickens and rabbits in this cage. I think, if the rabbit stands up like a chicken and does not lie in the cage, then the thirty-five ones should have a total of 70 legs. The chicken legs and the rabbit's hind legs are all included. The extra twenty-four legs are not all the rabbit's front legs?"

Seeing the number of heads, legs, and the rabbit's front legs that had just been written on the whiteboard, Shi Xiaoniu immediately reacted and slapped it on his thigh, his face was filled with sudden realization.

"So that's the case, twelve rabbits and twenty-three chickens, why didn't I expect to be able to raise my legs?"

"That's because you do too little farm work."

Ding Junjie naturally knew that Shi Xiaoniu was favored at home. After making fun of him, he wiped off the carbon words on the whiteboard with a cloth and then put them away. On the contrary, Shi Xiaoniu was not very satisfied with this explanation, and pouted and emphasized: "That was what my mother didn't let me do. My mother said that I just need to read a good book, and I don't have to worry about anything else."

He turned a blind eye to the things outside the window and focused on reading only the books of sages. This is the style of scholars. Chen Wen expressed different opinions in the Boy Scout Academy.

However, Ding Junjie was unintentionally criticized by how the Shi family educated their children. After all, it was someone else's family business, and the Shi family had always treated him well. Every time he went to the city to deliver things to his son, he would also give him one. This charisma has been maintained for many years, and even as a junior, he was very moved.

Unlike Shi Xiaoniu who wanted to live in the school, Ding Junjie's widowed mother was guarding the city, and he had to go home after class. And although there were dozens of acres of military merit fields, the widowed mother was always thinking about giving him a betrothal gift. She was busy weaving cloth on weekdays and being a girl until late. He knew that it was not easy for his mother, so he developed the habit of completing homework in school and helping with work at home.

After teaching Shi Xiaoniu, Ding Junjie took out his homework book and wrote today's homework as usual. However, he did not stop this time, and Shi Xiaoniu's new topic quickly attracted his attention.

"Brother Ding, the gentleman said we will graduate at the end of this year. You have such good grades on weekdays, so there should be no problem with Nanjing University."

Nanjing University is where you want to teach more advanced knowledge, and it is naturally even more different after graduation. As far as they know, many of their classmates are working hard, but their grades are decisive, so the possibility of Ding Junjie being among them is naturally greater.

However, when he heard this, Ding Junjie shook his head, but did not continue to do his homework, but became a little speechless. Instead, Shi Xiaoniu started to pull himself up again.

"Brother Ding, if you go there, then we brothers will have to be unable to meet each other for some years. My mother told me to go to the civil servant training class to report that in the future, the world will be peaceful and the civil servant will become popular again. Moreover, my brother is about to be promoted to the bureau chief, and it is safer to walk on both legs at home."

Shi Xiaoniu said to himself, but soon noticed Ding Junjie's silence. As his voice became deeper, he stretched his neck and asked Ding Junjie tentatively: "Brother Ding?"

The inquiry and concern aroused the silence. Ding Junjie sighed and then said to Shi Xiaoniu: "Brother Shi, I don't plan to go to Nanjing University Hall. I want to join the army, go to the battlefield to kill the Tartars, and avenge my father!"

At this point today, anyone with discerning eyes is very clear that the war is likely to basically end within the next two to three years.

This is obvious. If the Ming army in Jiangsu and Zhejiang destroyed the Qing Dynasty, or the Qing Dynasty counterattacked successfully and eliminated the Ming army in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, it is conceivable that the former will take time. If the latter can really destroy the Ming army in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, then the Yongli court in the southwest will probably not be able to withstand it for a long time. As for both sides of the loss, the possibility of the fishermen in the Yongli court benefiting is very small. After all, the people who are fighting now are heavyweight players, and the only ones who can count on the Yongli court can only rely on Li Dingguo, and there is a lot of gap in hard power.

This is not a secret. The middle and senior officers in the army have long whispered. Whether it is Shi Daniu or An Youfu, who is closely related to the Ding family, they are very clear about this. Even Shi Xiaoniu and Ding Junjie can know it from such a channel.

"Brother Ding, now I am afraid I can't catch up with any battles."

The existence of military merits and field teaching system is that if there is military merit, there will be rewards for land. Without military merit, you can only get military pay. Military land also has years. Compared with Nanjing University, there is a worst case for a technical bureaucrat to do it. It is really a big difference. Shi Xiaoniu knows about the Ding family. His second brother was very good to him when he was alive. He can also empathize with Ding Junjie. However, the family members sent them to school just to allow them to honor their ancestors in the future? After all, they always have to find a more promising way to go.

Shi Xiaoniu tried hard to persuade him, but he still could not shake Ding Junjie's will. These two teenagers talked about everything on weekdays, but Ding Junjie was better than Shi Xiaoniu, and it was harder to persuade him. However, although Shi Xiaoniu could not compare with Ding Junjie in terms of grades, he knew very well that someone could still talk about his elder brother Ding, and now he had a few months to graduate.

The topic ended without any accidents in the afternoon class. After class, Ding Junjie ran to the Ningbo snack shop on Dongshi Street before he could go home.

This food shop is the shop where Ni Liang and Xu Chang came and brought Liu Cheng with him. It has authentic taste. There are many repeat customers in Jinhua City, and there are endless diners every day, so that the shopkeepers began to regret why they didn't occupy more shops at the beginning.

Business is booming, and it is also inevitable for a friend. Ding Junjie works as a short-term worker here and pays a wage every day. Although it is not much, it is always good for subsidies for his mother to do less work.

He has been working in this food shop for a long time. He is very familiar with the shopkeeper, the boss's wife and their only daughter. After storing his schoolbag, Ding Junjie picked up a tray with two pieces of Fu Yuanzi on it. Following the boss's wife's instructions, he skillfully shuttled through the diners, passed through the narrow aisles of tables and chairs, and came directly to a table on the street.

"Customer, your Fu Yuanzi."

When the tray fell on the table, Ding Junjie quickly brought the two bowls of Fu Yuanzi to the two men sitting in front of him, then picked up the tray again and asked them: "It's just out of the pot, the guest official is careful to burn it. I wonder what the two guest officials need?"

"Come on the black masque, the black masque in this shop is also unique in Jinhua."

The first half of the sentence says to Ding Junjie, and the man obviously said to his companion. His companion probably has been here, nodded, and then said to Ding Junjie: "Come on pine nut cake, and two more pine nut cake breads and take them away."

"Cheer officer."

After receiving the words of the two diners, Ding Junjie turned around and returned. The number of diners today is not less than usual, and there are still many work to do, so the service needs to be accelerated. However, although the one who was packed with men and women, his accent was a bit weird and a little stiff, at least he had never heard of it here.

Ding Junjie hurried away, but the conversation between the two men was interrupted by the delicious food in front of him. It was not until the man with a strange accent bit a Fu Yuanzi and ate it little by little. The topic just now was re-suming the delicious food.

"If you want to say that the Chinese are skillful, the same ingredients can produce thousands of different foods, and they can also achieve their own advantages. If it were my hometown, general, Daming and others, I, a lower-level samurai, wouldn't have the honor to know, but even if other samurai buy sugar, they can only buy Ryukyu's black sugar from those merchants in the Satsuma vassal state. How could China be as comfortable as China."

Ichiro Ono spoke in a bit stiff Chinese, but his volume could be lowered. He was a Japanese man, and his ancestors sent a Sui envoy, which was quite prominent, but that was a thousand years ago. In Japan, it was hard to say whether he, a lower-level samurai, could keep his family tattoos, let alone take the money from the Ming army of Jiangsu and Zhejiang like now, and go with the navy several times a year, and you can live in Zhejiang for the rest of the time.

"Brother, why do you say that the lower-level warriors are not lower-level warriors? Don't forget that you are now a naval officer of our Jiangsu and Zhejiang King Division. Don't mention this again."

"What brother taught me is that this is the case. Besides, I still plan to become a Chinese citizen in the future. Isn't this a good word?"

The navy had long been spreading the matter of Ichiro Ono's Chinese citizenship. However, this is normal. In the Ming Dynasty, if I became a Chinese citizen, my situation would be changed drastically. The surrounding countries were flocking to it, and there was no shortage of him.

However, in recent years, the Qing Dynasty has swept the world, and those who want to become Chinese citizen have disappeared. After all, if the Tartars win the world, the Han people are just slaves and fourth-class people. Instead of dragging a pig's tail, it is better to stay in their hometown, which will save you that disgust.

"The king is very satisfied with your advice this time. Ryukyu has not been to go to recently. The goods on the ship are still close to Japan and North Korea. The markets of the two countries are larger and they can indeed swallow these goods."

Although Ichiro Ono is a lower-level samurai, he knows some inside stories. Ryukyu's current politics and economy are all under the shadow of the Satsuma family. Ryukyu's country is small and the market is small, but he can sell goods when he goes to dump them all. There is the Satsuma family doing something wrong here.

The Satsuma family controlled Ryukyu for a day or two. They could do anything in the tribute trade during the Wanli period. Now the Ming army in Jiangsu and Zhejiang took the initiative to dump goods into Ryukyu. In fact, they were all acquired by the Satsuma family and then transferred to Japan. This second-level agent sold the goods from Jiangsu and Zhejiang without saying hello. It was really unreasonable. Moreover, if you don’t do it well after a long time, you will remember that the trade with Japan might be possible. In Chen Wen’s words, it’s easy to say anything. Now, I am not used to the problems of the Satsuma family.

In the first half of the year, Ichiro Ono and Zheng Qi from Ningbo have already run a round. Ryukyu, Japan and North Korea have all gone, and a large number of goods have entered the port, in exchange for either real money or various raw materials.

The former is not mentioned, and the latter is transported back to Jiangsu and Zhejiang and invested in the workshops supported by Chen Wen. After processing, it will be sold back ten times the price of 100 times. The huge profits need not be raised. It is also of great benefit to industrialization to be able to start construction continuously and even expand the scale.

"I heard that His Highness of the King of Yue is planning to move the royal palace to Nanjing?"

After swallowing the black and numbness in his mouth, the man took a sip of soup and answered: "It's not a plan. The Yue Palace has already issued an order. In fact, since the recovery of Nanjing last year, the construction of the new Yue Palace has started. It was only because the king sent troops to Fujian and Guangdong to delay it."

"oh."

Hearing this answer, Ichiro Ono nodded and then said, "Then it seems that there will be fewer opportunities to come to Jinhua from now on. I have to ask for a few more portions of pine nut cakes."

"Not that, your navy base is in Ningbo Prefecture, and you can't eat this?"

"You don't know, I think the taste of this restaurant is better than that of Ningbo locals. At least no one I've ever eaten can compare to the pine nut cakes in this restaurant."

The world of foodies is something that ordinary people cannot understand, and even the world of different foodies is different. Ono Ichiro's companions didn't say anything, but when they changed their minds, they remembered another thing.

"By the way, what is the scale of the workshop in Ningbo?"

He licked his lips greedily, Ichiro Ono put down the spoon that had been lifted, and then said to the companion: "It is not as large as Jinhua. I heard General Zheng say that in addition to the support of the king, there are also many handicraft workshops that local gentry struggled with. It looks a lot, but the actual output is too much. Of course, they will leave their goods by themselves, so we don't care."

"Sure enough."

The companion nodded and looked again. Ono Ichiro had already put Fu Yuanzi in the spoon into his mouth and was savoring it carefully. Seeing this, he swallowed the words for a while and instead attacked Fu Yuanzi in the bowl.

The two of them ate and chatted, and sometimes asked for something else. After eating for a long time, they were satisfied. It was no different from being transferred back to the martial arts school and expected to be assigned to the South China Sea Fleet after they came out. Ichiro Ono came to Jinhua to report his work. After the report today, he would return to Ningbo quickly tomorrow because the fleet would soon go out to sea again to use finished products to sweep away precious metals and raw materials from Japan and North Korea.

This is his most important job now, and it should not be ignored. What's more, at this moment, Ichiro Ono, who was carrying those tits and burping while walking, had a great dream waiting for the day to come true.
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