I’m not sure about anything else, especially the military attack.”

Li Ang glanced at the muscular, voluptuous, and bearded candidates in the distance who were eager to test for the Ministry of War, and silently complained: "The maximum age for admission to the Academy is eighteen, right?

These old men are eighteen years old?

Are you taking steroids?!"

Forget about the military attack, that is the territory recommended by the Ministry of War.

While students from other prefectures were still learning to kill chickens, those gentlemen were probably already on the battlefield killing enemy generals.

"Yu Lv and Guo Shi... I feel a little reluctant, and the results of previous years' real questions were a little above the passing line.

You can give Danqing a try, as you have experience in medical drawing and illustration..."

Li Ang shook his head and shook the messy thoughts out of his mind.

Chen Danqiu's lecture at the academy's memorial ceremony was still going on. Zhai Yiming swept his eyes across the stage, writing down the faces of the academy directors, supervisors, doctors, and teachers. He murmured in confusion: "Why not?"

See the mountain chief?"

"This is the first test, so the mountain chief will naturally not show up."

Yang Yu emerged from the crowd, jumped in front of everyone in Zhenzhou with a smile, and lowered his voice and said: "If you want to see the mountain leader, you have to take the final three tests."

"Brother Yang?"

Song Shaoyuan whispered in surprise, "Why are you here? Aren't you from Chang'an..."

"It doesn't matter. When the time comes, candidates from all over the country will be disrupted and randomly assigned to various examination rooms. It doesn't matter which side they stand on."

Yang Yu chuckled and pursed his lips to the left, "Isn't Yong Erlang standing with the Xiangzhou candidates?"

Li Ang followed his line of sight and looked to the front left, only to see Yong Hongzhong standing with a group of boys and girls dressed luxuriously and with calm expressions, looking a little nervous.

"Those are the decent noble children of Chang'an."

Yang Yu clapped his fingers and said casually: "Shang Shu Zuo Pu shot Pei Jing, the fourth son of the Pei Su family.

Qiu Jinghuan, the eldest son of Qiu Wenhan’s family, the Minister of Civil Affairs,

To the sixth son of the family in the matter,

The daughter of General Zuo Xiaowei's family..."

Zhai Yiming's eyelids jumped. Yu inherited the Sui system. Although the Shangshu Ling of Shangshu Province was in charge of hundreds of officials and managed six ministries, his actual power in the court was second only to His Majesty the Emperor.

But this position has been vacant and no one has filled it.

Shangshu Zuopushe was actually Shangshu Ling, the real prime minister of the Yu Kingdom.

"But think about the good things. Aren't we now standing in the same place as those proud men and beauties of the Emperor?"

Yang Yu chuckled and said: "The Academy exams are strict, and we won't be lenient just because of the relationship between princes, generals and ministers.

Whether you can pass three levels in a row depends on your knowledge...and luck."

Is it luck?

Li Ang glanced at the nervous scholars around him, and his eyes rested on a group of barbarian boys and girls with high noses, blond hair and blue eyes.

"Why are there so many barbarians?"

A student from Zhenzhou on the side asked in advance, and Yang Yu replied in a low voice: "In the academy, there is no distinction between education and distinction.

Even though those Hu people are blond and blue-eyed, they are actually descendants of the Hu Shang family who have lived in Chang'an for dozens or hundreds of years. They speak Chang'an fluently than anyone else.

In addition to the Hu people, there are also Zhou people, Nanzhao people, Xijing people, Fusang people, and even Turkic nobles and hundreds of thousands of barren people from barren mountains."

Yang Yu pointed at the outlier students with different skin and hair colors in the distance, and said casually: "As long as they can pass the exam, they can be recruited by the academy."

"this..."

The students from Zhenzhou were dumbfounded and asked: "Aren't we hostile to the Southern Zhou Dynasty and the Turks?

If the academy accepts them as disciples, isn't it afraid that they will go back to enrich their mother country's national strength?"

"The barbarians are rude and backward. If those people really become disciples of the Academy, receive the best education and the best life, and then return to their barbaric mother country, they themselves will not be able to adapt and will have to return to Chang'an to live for a long time.

What's more, enriching the national strength of a big country cannot be achieved by just one or two students from the academy. It is just a drop in the bucket.

It’s almost enough to exchange for 100 PhDs.”

Yang Yu said: "Just like the Turks, their tribes live in pursuit of water and grass, move with the times, and migrate thousands of miles every year.

If we really want them to imitate the Yu State in farming and settling down, building palaces, and setting up official etiquette, it will only cause their tribe to collapse on its own——

Even if this development continues, the national power of the Yu State and the Turks will become further and further apart, and they will collapse sooner or later."

A proud smile unique to Yu people appeared on Yang Yu's face.

In this world, the powerful Yu State is not afraid of any force. Even for the Haotian Temple on Mount Taihao, they only respect it more than fear it.

The Academy is the foundation of Yu State.

Dang Dang Dang——

With the end of Chen Danqiu's speech at the Academy Wine Festival, the melodious bell rang, and a Academy instructor used scissors to cut the hemp rope across the front of the examination room to allow candidates to enter the examination room.

The first round of exams in the Academy has begun.

Families of candidates in Xuanxie Langfang downstream of the stream also heard the loud ringing of the bell.

Many parents were sitting in their seats, silently or quietly praying for their children.

Chai Cuiqiao was also among them. She had her eyes closed, her palms clasped together, her expression pious, and she was mumbling something.

A woman in fine clothes next to her listened with a little curiosity, but she heard Chai Cuiqiao mutter: "Amitabha, Supreme Lord, God of Wealth, God of Wealth, God of Stove God, is as urgent as the law, and the daughter of the people is willing to use it for three years, ah no,
Chapter completed!