Time flies like a shuttle.
A student from Taipei University wrote a letter to Qin Hui, begging the imperial court to depose him and admit him as a traitor. Before he knew it, a month had passed.
"Look, I predicted at the beginning that this matter would be difficult to handle. The court used the word "drag". In the Jing'an Tea House, Zhang San shook his head at Li Si while drinking tea.
Li Si thought for a while, sighed and nodded: "In my opinion, the imperial court just wants to drag it until it disappears."
"It seems that this matter has been settled." Zhang San couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh for the student, "It's a pity that this time the letter was written on the bus, the thunder was heavy and the rain was light."
Li Si shook his head and said seriously: "I don't think so. These imperial students can go to the government and make a prime minister angry to death. But I don't know what method they can come up with."
"I hope so." After Zhang San spoke, he lowered his head and drank tea quietly, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.
Zhaojiazhuang, Jintang County, Chengdu.
"To report to the little saint, I have something to report." Zhong Hua came to Zhao Ping's office with some dejection and said with a bow.
Zhao Ping was reading the official document. He immediately put it down and felt a little strange: "You are always confident, why don't you seem to have no energy today?"
"I'm telling you, little saint, that one of my subordinates made a mistake." Zhong Hua bowed his hands and answered cautiously.
Zhao Ping looked at Zhonghua with great interest: "What happened that gave Zili (Zhonghua), who is known for her strategy, a headache?"
"It's the subordinates of Lin'an who established the National Protection Society without the consent of the little saint." Zhong Hua gritted his teeth and reported resolutely.
Having said this, Zhonghua breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if he goes up mountains of swords and down seas of fire, he still accepts it.
"Guo Guo She, the name is good." Zhao Ping nodded, "What kind of society is this?"
Zhonghua breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the little saint didn't seem to object.
However, he still did not dare to be careless and cautiously reported: "Drive out the Hulu and give me back China."
"The purpose is good, why didn't you report it earlier?" Zhao Ping thought for a while, but still wanted to give Zhonghua a try.
This is not a trivial matter, and it is in your own name, so you must not indulge in it.
The detailed work will not be like other parts and will be equivalent to the national bureau in later generations.
For such an important department, Zhao Ping felt that he had to control everything in his heart to feel at ease.
Zhonghua felt a chill in his heart, hearing that the little saint was a little dissatisfied. It seemed that he had indulged his subordinates too much in the past.
It seemed that the little saint was not too satisfied. Zhong Hua smiled bitterly and bowed his hands: "They only thought of reporting to the little saint after they wanted to achieve something."
"So it seems that the National Protection Society has made achievements?" Zhao Ping picked up the teacup, looked at Zhonghua, and asked lightly.
Zhonghua was shocked that he had messed up this time.
This time, his subordinates did not inform him and secretly set up a national protection society.
Of course, my subordinates have good intentions, they are all to expel the barbarians and return China to me.
In any case, this association operation put him, a detailed leader, in embarrassment.
what to do? Is this related to him or not?
He said it had nothing to do with him simply because he was not notified.
If it has nothing to do with him, but these are his men.
This put him in a bit of a dilemma, and he didn't know what to do?
The little saint has never shied away from his responsibilities and is extremely protective of his shortcomings.
As a detail leader, Zhonghua, if he doesn't protect his shortcomings, what will his subordinates think? What does the little saint think?
But this was done by his subordinates, and he must take responsibility.
"They held a bus letter-writing event, and Prime Minister Xie Fangshu and political governor Xu Qingsou came out. Unfortunately, there was no news for a month after receiving the letter." Zhong Hua braced himself and answered honestly.
Zhao Ping nodded and took a sip of tea: "Obviously, the other party is dragging the word until it is completely forgotten."
"That's right, little saint, the matter has been resolved, but we can't give up halfway. What should we do?" Zhonghua couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard that Zhao Ping didn't blame him.
Zhao Ping glared at him and did not answer, but asked: "What should I do? Your men did it. You should think of something, how can you ask me?"
"Little Saint, this can only be blamed on my subordinate's lax control. He wants to be beaten or punished, and he accepts it." Zhong Hua ran on the ground with a thump, and clasped his hands, "I beg you, Little Saint, to think of a way."
Zhao Pingshuang glared at him and nodded: "You are not strict with your subordinates. You are punished with a month's salary. Are you convinced?"
"My subordinates are not strict with their subordinates. Accept the punishment. Accept the punishment." Zhonghua breathed a sigh of relief. He had already accepted the punishment.
The little saint punished himself, so he must find a way.
Zhao Ping did not nod because of this and continued to say in a deep voice: "This punishment is not enough. I must also write a letter of apology."
"A letter of apology?" Zhonghua didn't understand for a moment, "What kind of letter of apology?"
"It is to review the lax control of your subordinates this time. You must have a deep understanding of where you made the mistake. This review must be included in your marriage file." Zhao Ping explained the reasons and consequences.
As for the fine, Zhonghua was fine with it, but for the self-reflection that had to be put into the file, this punishment was far more severe than the fine, and that was a lifelong stain.
Seeing Zhong Hua's expression changed drastically, Zhao Ping certainly knew that he was feeling uncomfortable. The main responsibility for this was his subordinates.
But he, as the head of the detailed work, has also taken responsibility and must take responsibility.
Zhao Ping looked him over and continued: "A mistake is a mistake, and merit is merit. Zhaojiazhuang has clear rewards and punishments. This time, there are merits for being a general. He established the National Defense Society and wrote letters to the public. These are all merits. If you have made merit, naturally They should be rewarded with one month’s salary and recorded in the files.”
"Thank you, little saint." Hearing this punishment, Zhong Hua was completely convinced. The little saint really made clear rewards and punishments.
Zhao Ping nodded and said calmly: "Not only you, but several of your subordinates in Lin'an, including Lu Wei and Yang Tao, are also rewarded and punished. Do you remember?"
"Tell this to the little saint, I will remember it." Zhong Hua immediately answered loudly with his chest raised and his head held high.
The fine work camp is very special. Zhao Ping must beat them and never let their tails rise to the sky.
Punishment alone is not enough. After all, they have done practical things and cannot dampen their enthusiasm, so rewards are also needed.
Rewards and punishments are actually a science. Only when handled properly can the parties be convinced and their enthusiasm can be mobilized.
Zhao Ping nodded and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"I dare to ask the little saint, what should I do if the court adopts delaying measures?" Zhonghua had no choice but to ask Zhao Ping for advice.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, picked up the charcoal pen, and wrote quickly.
Ten-year-old Liu Silang is a cowherd boy who has been mowing grass near Qixialing.
The plowing ox is very strong and has a very strong body. Of course, it has a huge appetite. It cannot carry green grass on its back alone, but it must carry several green grass on its back.
This morning, in order to satisfy the appetite of his cattle, he came to Qixialing to cut grass just after midnight.
While mowing the grass, he suddenly saw five dark shapes appearing in front of him.
He was so frightened that he dropped his scythe and spear, and immediately started running quickly.
While running as fast as he could, he looked pale and shouted loudly: "Ghost, ghost, ghost."
He felt that the trees on both sides kept moving backwards, but he did not dare to stop.
If he stops, the ghost will pounce on him, making him unable to move until he reaches hell.
Liu Sifang ran for about half a mile when he finally met someone, and he was an acquaintance.
"What kind of ghost is there early in the morning?" His little friend Wang Wulang saw Liu Silang's panic, looked up at the sky, shook his head and smiled: "Where is the ghost? Isn't there the sun in the sky?"
"There are really ghosts, there are really ghosts." Liu Silang held on to a tree next to him, trying hard not to fall down, panting as if he was blowing a bellows.
Wang Wulang felt that Liu Silang was an idiot, and he looked at him disdainfully.
He pointed at the sun in the sky and laughed endlessly: "Ghosts only come out to harm people at night. This is in broad daylight. Why haven't ghosts transformed yet?"
"Really, really, I don't dare to go there. Let's go over together and have a look." Liu Silang rested for a while, and with the addition of someone else and an acquaintance, he felt that his body was not so weak anymore.
Seeing Liu Silang's vow, Wang Wulang couldn't help but be doubtful.
He looked up at the sun in the sky again. It was indeed daytime and there was still sunshine.
He nodded and smiled at Liu Silang: "You are said to be cowardly, but you still don't admit it. Let's go and see what's going on."
The two came to the place Liu Silang said, and sure enough, looking from a distance, they saw five dark things.
"Look, it didn't exist yesterday, but it exists today. Isn't that a ghost or something?" Liu Silang said while shaking.
When Wang Wulang saw it, he was also shocked: "Oh my god, it is indeed a ghost."
At this time, he didn't care to drop the bamboo pole on his back, and ran while shouting.
The two ran a hundred steps out of breath, feeling their bodies softening and becoming weak, so they had to support each other.
"What are you two doing, are you so weak?" This voice was like fairy music, bringing the two of them back from the underworld to the human world.
The two of them immediately stopped and looked up and saw an acquaintance, Lin Qilang.
Lin Qilang looked at the two of them repeatedly and felt very strange: "Liu Silang, where has the bamboo pole on your back gone? The sickle is also gone. Aren't you afraid that adults will beat you?"
"We encountered a ghost." Wang Wulang pointed in a direction and said out of breath, "Not only are there ghosts there, but there are also five ghosts."
"In broad daylight, there is no ghost anywhere. Let me see, you two are cowards." Lin Qilang pointed at the two of them and couldn't help laughing.
Liu Silang and Wang Wulang looked at each other. Wang Wulang shook his head: "Liu Silang discovered these five ghosts. I just didn't believe it. Sure enough, I saw five ghosts and ran over in fear."
"Really, don't scare me." Lin Qi couldn't help but turn pale when she heard the two of them speaking seriously.
Wang Wulang shook his head and asked, "This is true. Wasn't Liu Silang so frightened that he dropped his sword and sickle?"
"Not far away is Fuchan Temple. Let's go find the Master and find out what's going on?" Lin Qilang thought for a while and pointed to the temple to the south.
Wu Bian is in his early forties. He has been a monk at Fuchan Temple since he was a child and is proficient in Buddhism.
After hearing the descriptions of the three people, Wu Bian couldn't believe it: "What, there is a ghost here next to the temple. How come this poor monk has never heard of it?"
Lin Qilang looked at Liu Silang and Wang Wulang. They swore and pointed to the south and said, "Really, what we saw was not only a ghost, but also five ghosts."
"Amitabha." Wu Bian looked at the world, recited the Buddha's name, and said to the three of them, "Please lead the way and let the poor monk go and have a look."
"This is the tomb of King E." Wu Bian said, looking in the direction the three of them were leading the way.
Liu Silang pointed to the west and said tremblingly: "Master, look, right there, five ghost-like things suddenly appeared."
Wang Wulang and Lin Qilang trembled after hearing this and did not dare to take a step forward.
Wu Bian couldn't help but look forward, lost in thought.
"I understand, I saw someone bringing something here yesterday. I thought it should be this." Wu Bian thought for a while, suddenly realized, and waved his gray sleeves, "Let's go up and see what kind of thing this is."
The three of them still didn't dare to step forward. They looked at each other and followed Wu Bian closely.
About fifty steps from Fuchan Temple to Yuewang Temple is the tomb of Wu Mu.
The tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of King Yue'e", and on the left side is the tomb of the eldest son Yue Yun who was also killed.
On both sides of the tomb passage are stone tigers, stone sheep, stone horses and three pairs of stone figures, symbolizing Yue Fei's ritual guard during his lifetime.
The four of them came to King E's tomb, and sure enough, five black objects suddenly appeared in front of the tomb.
Wu Bian took a closer look at these five dark objects and couldn't help but be stunned.
