It can be seen that the little gentleman likes to collect other people's masterpieces.
Xu was a young man. Although he forced a smile, there was a hint of pain deep in his eyes that could not be concealed.
"Okay, since I'm lucky enough to pass by, I'd like to leave a piece of writing for the children in the academy as a souvenir."
Xu Qin didn't mind keeping his calligraphy treasure.
"Sir, please wait a moment. Please go down and wait for a moment."
"Um."
There is a darkroom on the side wall of the classroom, which contains pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Mo Youwen went in, took out all these, ground and laid out the rice paper, and looked at Xu Qin expectantly.
Xu Qin moved his stiff wrists and palms, breathed hot air into his hands subconsciously, concentrated for a moment, and then suddenly picked up the pen.
He started writing like a dragon and a snake, and two lines of big characters appeared in a moment, "There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and the boat is made of hard work!"
Done in one go.
"Master Xu, please sign your name." Mo Youwen said softly.
A famous name?
Xu Qin hesitated for a moment, but still signed the word "Xu Qin" generously on the signature.
"Oh, I haven't written in a long time, so I feel a little unfamiliar. Please don't laugh, little brother."
He said humbly.
In fact, he writes a lot every day, writing articles on government affairs, economics and other aspects.
But those are all lowercase letters.
Slogans like this are indeed rarely written.
The current skills were passed down from previous lives.
Mo Youwen was secretly surprised when he saw it, gritting his teeth and keeping silent.
He did not marvel at the style of the font, but signed two characters: Xu Qin.
The name is ringing in the ears at the moment.
I often hear Sister Lichen and the others talking about the current situation, and the name mentioned most often is Xu Qin.
After the military god of the Ming Dynasty, he was the eldest son of Wei Guogong and a famous figure in the imperial court of the current emperor Zhu Di.
Could it be him?
If he really is the legendary Xu Qin, it would be better to hear about it a hundred times than to see him once, and he is indeed well-deserved.
As for Xu Qin's font, it is just ordinary running script, with strong muscles and bones.
But it's also a bit unfamiliar and not very smooth.
"Wow..."
Mo Youwen was still very polite and praised:
"Master Xu has good handwriting. I had many calligraphy books in my house before, but I have never seen handwriting like yours!"
The speaker accidentally missed a sentence, but the listener meant it.
There are many copybooks collected in the mansion. It seems that this mysterious young man is really a son of a wealthy family who has read the Book of Songs.
But what is the explanation for him being a young gentleman in this small town?
Xu Qin thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said:
"Little brother, Brother Yu still has things to move forward. We will see you later. I have been asking for advice for a long time today. Thank you very much!"
He thought for a moment and decided to leave first and send someone to investigate later.
"Okay then, Mr. Xu, please excuse me."
Mo Youwen did not try to persuade him to stay, but walked to the door and said goodbye.
When Xu Qin walked out of the academy gate, a beautiful young woman walked out of the secret room on the side, looking at his back in trance.
"Sister Lichen, is he the Xu Qin we rescued at the inn last time?"
The woman nodded and said solemnly:
"It should be him. His voice and back look very similar. It's the same person."
"This time, in the name of the Imperial Envoy, he went to the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers to forcefully promote the system of 'sharing the land between farmers and abolition of corvee'."
"He came down with 5,000 fully armed soldiers, and he was very aggressive, but he walked incognito. What do the leaders and elders think?"
Mo Youwen said doubtfully.
"Let's take a look. What's the main motive for observing him?" Zhang Lichen said sternly.
Mo Youwen nodded in agreement.
It was said that Xu Qin left the academy and continued towards Yangzhou Mansion.
The mystery of this teaching boy always appeared in his mind.
His name is Mo Youwen, which is actually a homophone of "Mo Yaowen". It is probably not his real name.
"To report to Mr. Xu, General Zhang sent a post to report. Please go to the Chinese army camp to gather. He, Mr. Yang and others have something to report to you."
The flag officer came up and reported.
Xu Qin looked up at the sky. It was almost dusk. He turned to Xiaoqi Guan and said:
"Okay, let's hurry up and arrive at the Chinese army camp for dinner."
"As commanded."
After the flag officer beat his chest and saluted, he divided the flag into two parts. He led five guards in front to clear the way, leaving five behind.
Xu Qin's team of thirteen people formed a long snake formation and galloped towards the main camp of the Jizhengwei Central Army.
…
The next morning.
Xu Qin and others followed the spirit of last night's meeting and moved forward separately.
On the first day, many district personnel were not fully in place, and there was little progress in household tax collection. However, the feedback from the daily reports was not ideal.
"Mr. Xu, there are several town offices, town officials, village chiefs, and large families in the countryside. They are not very cooperative. I have arrested a group of people according to your instructions."
"Those who were caught were all escorted to Jiangpu Dingshan. Some of the fixed barracks in the original Wuliangha Sanwei were used as temporary detention centers, and people were sent to conduct intensive education on the new land tax reform."
"After ideological education and reform, the prisoner will be released immediately after signing a guarantee, but the attitude remains that the criminal will be jailed or beheaded."
Xu Qin's ideological education transformation method is a relatively new way of discipline currently, called reformatory education.
Later, it proved to be very practical and effective.
Detention and punishment are not the purpose, but a last resort. The ultimate goal is to get everyone to accept the new government and new policies.
Yang Shiqi was very surprised after hearing this and quickly agreed.
"People for reformatory education are selected from the Hanlin Academy. After brief training, they are sent to Dingshan Detention Center."
"As you command, my lord."
With this move, Yang Shiqi was in awe of Xu Qin.
Xu Qin's group still moved forward unhurriedly, observing the customs and customs of Jiangnan along the way.
“Why don’t these farmers cultivate the land and plant rice seedlings with water buffaloes?”
Xu Qin stopped the snow horse, looked at the farmers working in the paddy fields not far away, and asked questions.
A big buffalo that looked fat and strong, covered with a layer of mud, was lying lazily on the edge of a field basking in the sun.
But the farmers in the paddy fields, men, women, old and young, rolled up their trousers to their thighs, arched their backs, sweating profusely under the scorching sun, and worked in the knee-deep paddy fields.
The big green buffalo also let out a leisurely "moo...".
The big buffalo is like an uncle, shouting from the side.
Xu Sanlang and several personal guards at the scene naturally couldn't answer.
Xu Qin dismounted directly, took out one or two pieces of silver from his pocket under the eyes of everyone, and walked to the paddy field to ask questions.
He lifted up the hem of his robe and walked along the field ridge with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
"Come...please come over, fellow villager."
Xu Qin waved to a middle-aged farmer and handed him a tael of silver.
"Master, what do you want?"
When the middle-aged farmer saw Xu Qin taking the initiative to hand over the money, he probably wanted to buy something new in the village.
"I'm not going to buy anything, just a few questions. You have to answer them truthfully."
"How many questions do you want to buy?"
After hearing this, the farmer was stunned.
This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a person.
People who pay money to ask questions.
