After leaving Majia Village, Zhu Pingan went all the way north and arrived at a post station outside the county before dark.
Official status is the best pass. Yi Cheng did not dare to neglect Zhu Ping'an, a sixth-grade imperial official, and treated him like an ancestor with delicious food and drinks. It is true that the Yi Cheng is in charge of the post station, but his rank is not high-ranking. The official rank cannot even reach the ninth rank. To them, a sixth-rank imperial official is nothing.
However, after seeing Zhu Pingan's expression was not good, Yi Cheng was sensible and did not disturb Zhu Pingan too much. After getting people to deliver meals and tidying up the best room in the station, Yi Cheng said goodbye and left.
Zhu Ping'an's face was not good, and he didn't have much appetite for the table of food sent by Yi Cheng, mainly because of the incident in Majia Village's Shen Tang. Although according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, if an adulterer or adulteress is caught in bed by her husband, the husband has the right to execute her on the spot. The husband can choose to execute her by sinking into the pond, but her mind is still very affected.
This is the first case that I have "tried". The first trial is two lives sinking into the lake. It is like the first time a recruit goes to the battlefield to kill someone... Many recruits go to the battlefield and see the corpses everywhere, and they will vomit. Nausea and the like, Zhu Pingan's current situation is somewhat similar to theirs.
Compassion does not command troops, it is true!
The same goes for being an official, especially the county magistrates and prefects on the herdsmen side. They have the power to directly affect the people. They also assume the responsibilities of the modern government, courts and procuratorates. They have both administrative and judicial powers. The trial and settlement of cases is just like Just like being in charge of a soldier, there is no room for mercy. If a county magistrate is too merciful and cannot bear to severely punish even murderers, then the majesty of the judiciary will be lost, and the crime rate in the jurisdiction will remain high. In the end, the people will suffer.
Therefore, my character still needs to be tempered.
Zhu Ping'an had a simple dinner, put away the leftovers by himself, then laid out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, dipped in ink and started practicing calligraphy.
"Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, Wu Gou is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. Hello. "
This is Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing". Zhu Ping'an couldn't calm down when he first wrote it. Later, as the pen and ink gradually stained the rice paper, a story of a man who traveled the world with a sword, saved people from danger, and used the world gradually emerged in his mind. A knight who has made meritorious deeds, Zhu Pingan slowly calmed down.
The thick and light brushes and ink, the iron paintings and the silver hooks are criss-crossed. The calligraphy that has been passed down for thousands of years is very mysterious. It is a good choice to cultivate one's character in calligraphy.
After writing the song "Xia Ke Xing", Zhu Pingan's mind completely calmed down.
After calming down, Zhu Ping'an practiced calligraphy for a while. It wasn't until the first half of the month that he put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He walked out and asked the station servants for a bucket of hot water. They brought it to the room and took a simple wash. After taking a bath, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.
After sleeping until dawn, Zhu Pingan got up, packed his things, said goodbye to the inn, and embarked on the road north again.
We slept in the open air, worked hard, and finally arrived in the capital on the 19th day after leaving home despite the wind and rain.
Capital, I, Zhu Pingan, am back.
I don’t believe that right and wrong can be reversed!
Looking at the majestic capital from a distance, Zhu Pingan shook his head confidently and smiled, then drove his horse towards the city gate.
The bustling capital city is crowded with people, and the common people carrying burdens into the city are like crucian carp crossing the river. The delivery carriages are also coming one after another. The well-dressed wealthy businessmen are chatting in the carriages with the windows open, chatting about the current business. Several official sedans passed through the queuing crowd under the escort of the officers. The roaring nobles rushed into the crowd of people queuing into the city, just like a hot iron being dropped into the snow...
Zhu Ping'an led the horse and walked among the crowd without being conspicuous at all. He had been sleeping in the open for several days and was covered in dirt when it was sunny and mud when it rained. Now he was walking among the crowd like a down-and-out scholar.
People without privileges queued up to enter the city. There was a long queue at the gate of the capital. People had nothing to do so they passed the time by gossiping about the latest happenings in the capital.
The capital was already close at hand, and there was no rush. Zhu Pingan took Ma Youzai's hand and lined up to enter the city, listening to people's gossip and understanding the current news in the capital.
There are many new things in the capital. There is an idle prince in the capital who was reported for hiding armor. There are rumors of an old woman resurrecting from the dead in Huangcheng Street. There was a violent friction between Jin Yiwei and people from Dongchang in a restaurant. Zuihua A talented woman appeared in the building who was good at poetry, singing and dancing, attracting thousands of people.
Among these gossips, the most talked about is the gossip of the Yan family, which people say has a nose and eyes. The most talked about one is that the junior prime minister Yan Shifan married another concubine, and she is also a married woman. The concubine in this room was originally the wife of Yan Shifan's subordinate. Yan Shifan hooked up with him when he went to the subordinate's home to inspect the work. After several times, the subordinate came back from work and found the little prime minister in the bedroom inspecting his wife on his bed... This subordinate also This strange person, not only was he not angry, but he walked to the door and guarded the door for them, looking out for the little prime minister. After half a year, this subordinate even felt that the little prime minister's visit to him was too tiring, so he took the initiative to offer his wife to the little prime minister as a concubine.
People paid a lot of attention to the Yan Mansion, and the dung pickers at the city gate talked a lot, saying that the Yan Mansion was more magnificent than the imperial palace, with gold and jade beds, ivory chopsticks, singing and dancing, and a meal that cost hundreds of taels of silver. Yan Shifan has sex at least three times a day and so on.
As much as people envied Yan Mansion's luxurious wine and debauchery, they hated Yan Song and his son in their hearts. Although the Yan Mansion is now at its peak, the root of the disaster is buried deeper and deeper in people's hearts.
Zhu Ping'an listened to the gossip in people's mouths and slowly walked with the crowd towards the city gate.
"Hey, let me go first."
When it was almost Zhu Pingan's turn to pass, someone behind him reached out and pulled Zhu Pingan's shoulder, asking Zhu Pingan to make way for his son. This person came here by cutting in line, and several people had already been pulled over in this way. The people who were cut in line saw that they were well-dressed and looked like they were either rich or noble, so they all dared to get angry and dare not speak out.
Why are you so proud of joining a team? !
It doesn't matter if you just say nice things to someone, this kind of person who jumps in line and is as proud as a ****, Zhu Ping'an has always hated this kind of person the most!
Zhu Pingan turned around and shook his head with a smile, then swept his shoulders and led the horse to firmly occupy the road without any intention of giving in.
"You, do you know who our young master is?!"
The person who jumped in line was surprised and angry. He didn't expect that this down-and-out scholar would dare to refuse him, as if Zhu Pingan had done something heinous.
"Wang Gui, can you please tell him that Master Fei will go out for him when he enters the city? I'm in a hurry to go to Zuihua Tower to talk to Xiao Taohong about poetry." The young master behind opened the sedan curtain and glanced at Zhu Ping'an. , urged impatiently.
"Entry fee?"
Zhu Ping'an smiled when he heard this, then turned to the young master and said, "You want me to give way to you for a few cents to enter the city. If you give me a hundred taels of silver, I will give way to you. If you don't have a hundred taels of silver, I will give way." Stop pretending to be rich here."
The people around who were queuing up to enter the city laughed when they heard this. They had long been dissatisfied with jumping in line.
"You...you wait..."
Amid people's laughter, the young man blushed, said a few words and retreated into the sedan. He was reluctant to give up a hundred taels of silver.
Zhu Ping'an smiled when he saw this, followed the crowd to the city gate, took out a somewhat wrinkled official document from his arms and handed it over.
At first, the city gate guard thought that Zhu Pingan was a down-and-out scholar, but he didn't expect that he was an official. He looked at Zhu Pingan twice in surprise, and then let him go without checking Zhu Pingan's salute.
"Hey, sir, sir, why didn't you check his luggage? Didn't you charge the entrance fee?" Wang Gui, the servant who cut in the queue from behind, shouted dissatisfied.
"If you are a sixth-rank official, you can do it." The city gate guard glanced at the man lazily. (To be continued.)
