He committed evil deeds in his three lives, and the county magistrate attached himself to Guo. Full of evil, attached to Guo Jingcheng. Shao Boti, a second-class Jinshi in the eighth year of Wanli, had tears in his eyes. In the autumn of the tenth year of Wanli, he raised his head and sighed in his heart, this is indeed the truth.
Today is the autumnal equinox of the tenth year of Wanli, and it is the day when the emperor inspects Jingxi rice.
Walking in front of Shao Boti was a large group of Wuyangyang - from the emperor down, there were cabinet ministers, ministers of various ministries, Shuntian Prefecture Yin and other high officials. In order to protect them, there were all kinds of people with guns and ammunition standing around. The military team, and all these people's itinerary arrangements, road planning, order maintenance, etc. are all supported by Wanping County - since two months ago, Shao Boti has been busy until midnight every day.
However, when the time came for the emperor to travel, he, a low-level official who had lost ten pounds, could only queue at the back of the queue and be a hero behind the scenes. Today's pig's trotters are not his Shao Boti, nor his immediate boss Shuntian Fuyin, but Xu Zhenming, a farm doctor in the Ministry of Agriculture, Industry and Commerce.
In the third year of Wanli, Xu Zhenming, the magistrate of Shanyin County who was once equal to Shao Boti in the seventh rank, persuaded Hai Rui to recommend him to the capital to grow rice in his silver medal. By the eighth year of Wanli, Xu Zhenming's achievements were great, and he was directly promoted to a doctor in the field of the Ministry of Agriculture, Industry and Commerce, and was given the title of Shaozhanshi of Zhanshifu - the fourth rank.
In the past two years, Xu Zhenming has become extremely hot, red and purple, making almost everyone's eyes wet. Because he dredged the Yongding River, rebuilt the Fuling Weir, opened a new irrigation area of nearly 250,000 acres in western Beijing, including 100,000 acres of paddy fields, and the annual grain output reached 800,000 koku - the major warehouses in Kinki were full. As a result, food prices dropped to the lowest level since the first year of Wanli.
Xu Zhenming was first promoted, and later was awarded the title of academician of the Royal Academy of Gewu. His book "Lu Shuike Tan" was inscribed by the emperor, and Prime Minister Zhang Juzheng wrote a preface for it. As for newspaper advocacy and setting up examples, it is nothing compared with his holy relatives. Nothing.
After Zhu Yijun's inspection this time, Xu Zhenming was firmly assured of the position of a minister - if the Holy Family remained as before, he would be the Zuo minister in three years, and he would be the minister in another three years. Xu Zhenming was only fifty-nine years old at that time. According to the new regulations, the retirement age for ministers and junior ministers has been advanced to 60 years old, while ministers can reach 65 years old, and senior ministers can work until 70 years old. Who would have thought that Xu Zhenming, a weakling in the top three, could be a minister or above?
"Book of Rites, Qu Lishang" says: "A doctor becomes an official at seventy." Kong Yingda, a famous scholar in the early Tang Dynasty, said: "Seventy is an old man. At home, family affairs are passed down to descendants. When he is an official, his duties are handed over to the king, and the land is returned. "Li Ye." This means that when a person reaches seventy years old, he should pass on his family affairs to his descendants at home, and return his position to the king in court to make way for wise men.
From the time of the Book of Rites until the Ming Dynasty, scholar-bureaucrats acted in accordance with the Book of Rites. Previously, elderly people in the imperial court who were over 70 years old had to give the emperor a memorial to beg for their bones every year, expressing that they were not attached to power and wanted to return to their fields at any time. However, they had no choice but to continue because of the emperor's condolences.
After the introduction of the new regulations, there is no need to write such memorials for begging for bones. The court has already arranged the successor before the age, and the elders retire to the throne a year in advance - but they are not allowed to leave the capital, so that the emperor can consult on old matters at any time. After a year, he was awarded the title of Chiyi when he was a minister or above, and his political career was over.
Shao Boti pulled his fingers from behind to show Xu Zhenming that this guy could easily fuck him until he was sixty-five years old. If things go more smoothly and you get into the cabinet, you can work until you are seventy years old - maybe even get a prime minister to work as a minister. That would be the ultimate in human affairs, and you can truly see all the mountains and the small.
Shao Boti was full of envy, jealousy, and hatred from behind. He stared at the back of Xu Zhenming who was talking eloquently next to the holy driver with burning eyes, eagerly looking forward to him stumbling on the dirt and throwing it into his mouth to chew the mud.
However, although this road is a dirt road in the field, there are no raised bumps in the dirt. Yesterday, Shao Boti took people for a walk and personally picked up several pebbles that were unsightly.
I am also from a county magistrate. I pick up pebbles and people dare to grow rice in the north. I am really going to do some research to see if lychees can be grown in Beijing. The lychees shipped by speedboats from the province are so valuable that I, a Lingnan native, can't even afford them if I die of greed.
I heard that the Portuguese helped the imperial court build fast boats in Tianjin, which were faster than galloping horses at sea and several times faster than the sand ships and lucky ships in the past. If it goes that fast, the day will not be far when I, Shao Boti, can afford lychees. Thinking of this, the fragrance of lychees seemed to appear in his mouth, and a pleasant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the happy look on his master's face, the county magistrate next to him carefully joked in a low voice: "The county magistrate has done a good job in taking over this time. This year's plan is guaranteed to be high."
After hearing this, Shao Boti's expression returned to normal and he said, "Well, as long as everything goes smoothly and nothing goes wrong." Before he finished speaking, there was only a muffled sound in the sky, but it was thunder.
The county magistrate raised his head and looked at the sky, and thought to himself: "This master, Yanjiangkou, brought the rain with just one word." Seeing a black cloud rolling in from north to south, the county magistrate thought to himself: "Fortunately, I Prepare raincoats."
Because of the sudden change in weather, there was a small commotion in the team. Immediately, a message came from the front, asking Shao Boti to meet him in front of him. Shao Boti was so overjoyed that all the bones in his body almost became hollow, and he fluttered his arms and flew to the emperor.
Zhu Yijun asked him: "Should the rice fields I inspected today be harvested in the next few days?" Shao Boti's face changed when he heard this. How could he dare to deceive the emperor, so he had to say yes. As expected, Zhu Yijun looked far into the distance and asked, "How many acres can there be here?"
Xu Zhenming said at the side: "Returning to the emperor, because it was previously agreed that the emperor would come to inspect, there are three thousand acres left here that have not been harvested." Zhu Yijun said: "The weather is not good today. If it rains heavily, these will be fine. They are being dried. Can we snatch back the rice? I will collect a lot of labor today."
The ministers around him looked at each other in shock when they heard this. Shen Li, the Minister of Agriculture and Commerce, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about this festival. Wanping County and Mr. Xu have already arranged for people to harvest it, and there isn't much left."
When Zhu Yijun heard this, he waved his hand and said: "Wanping County, lead the way to the nearest courtyard." Shao Boti was so shocked that he had to lead the way.
After walking for a while and walking around a row of willow trees, Zhu Yijun saw dust rising in a flat open space from a distance, and many people were busy harvesting it. It was extremely dark at this time, the air was full of moisture, and the rain was about to fall.
Zhu Yijun waved his hand forward and said, "Go and help harvest the rice!" Before he finished speaking, Shao Boti felt a chill on his face, and raindrops were already falling.
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After the emperor returned to the palace, Shao Boti also returned to Wanping County Yamen. After entering the back hall, he changed his clothes and drank ginger soup. He had not yet recovered from the fact that the emperor had participated in labor.
He felt that he had something to say to others. It was a complex emotion mixed with excitement and admiration, and it refreshed his outlook on life to a certain extent. He was a small county magistrate, traveling to the capital as an official, and his wife didn't come with him. At this time, he didn't even have anyone to speak his mind to.
After being excited for a long time, the boy next to me finally called the master over. The master entered the house despite the heavy rain and said apologetically: "I didn't know that the magistrate was summoned, so I was late. I'm sorry!"
Shao Boti said, "What are you doing on this rainy day?"
The master smiled and said, "I was sitting and drinking at Widow Li's house across the street just now. The widow makes good fish balls, which are very fresh."
Shao Boti saw that the old Bangzi lived a free and easy life and compared it with himself. He was so angry that he wished he could pull off his beard.
When the gentleman sat down, he told the story about the emperor harvesting rice today, and said: "Since ancient times, even though the Holy King has been on the throne, I have never heard of the emperor doing such a thing! What do you think of Mr. Xing?"
The gentleman smiled and said, "What's the point? Your Majesty also has to cultivate the fields every year when he urges farmers to do so. Can't you harvest rice in the rain?"
After Shao Boti heard this, he sighed: "Sigh, sir, I still haven't read this book very much. In ancient times, the most benevolent kings would 'when there was a flood or drought, they would pray secretly in the forbidden court, or stand in front of their highness'. This is extraordinary. Where can I go?" Are you robbing the rice harvesters?"
Mr. That’s fine.”
Shao Boti's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he smiled and said, "Wonderful!"
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Records of the Holy Sect: "On Bingchen, Shuo, in the ninth month of the tenth year of Wanli, I was given twenty taels of silver, two inside and one outside."
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