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 passport. 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 Yi Cheng is in charge of the post station, but his rank is not high-ranking. They can't even reach the ninth rank. To them, a sixth rank imperial official is a godsend.
However, after seeing that Zhu Ping'an looked bad, Yi Cheng was sensible and did not disturb Zhu Ping'an 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 Shen Tang in Majia Village. Although according to the Ming Dynasty law, an adulterer and adulteress caught in bed by her husband, The husband had the right to be executed on the spot, and he could choose to be executed by sinking into the pond, but his mind was 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. Many recruits go to the battlefield and see the corpses lying everywhere, and they will vomit and feel nauseated. Yes, Zhu Pingan's current situation is somewhat similar to theirs.
Compassion does not control soldiers, 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 tolerance 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 tassels, and Wu is covered with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When you are done, you brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."
This is Li Bai's Knight's Journey. When Zhu Ping'an first wrote it, he couldn't calm down. Later, as the pen and ink gradually stained the rice paper, a man who traveled the world with a sword, saved dangers, and made meritorious deeds gradually emerged in his mind. Knight, and then 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 this poem "Xia Ke Xing", Zhu Ping'an'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.
After sleeping in the open air, working hard, and traveling through wind and rain, we finally arrived in the capital on the 19th day after leaving home.
Beijing, 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. She 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. This concubine was originally
She was the wife of Yan Shifan's subordinate. Yan Shifan hooked up with her when he went to his house to inspect his work. After several times, the subordinate came back from work and found the little prime minister inspecting his wife on his bed in the bedroom. This subordinate was also a weird one. Not only was he not angry.
, instead he walked to the door with a proud look and guarded the door for them, standing guard for the little prime minister. After half a year like this, this subordinate even felt that the little prime minister came to inspect him because he was too tired, so he took the initiative to offer his wife to him.
She was given to the little prime minister as a concubine.
People pay a lot of attention to the Yan Mansion, and the dung pickers at the city gate talk a lot, saying that the Yan Mansion is more magnificent than the imperial palace, with gold and jade beds, ivory chopsticks, singing and dancing, and a meal that can cost hundreds of taels of silver.
Yan Shifan has sex at least three times a day, etc.
As much as people envy Yan's mansion for its luxury and debauchery, they hate Yan Song and his son in their hearts. Although Yan's mansion is now in full swing, the root of the problem is buried deeper and deeper in people's hearts.
Zhu Ping'an listened to the gossip from 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 stretched out his hand to pull Zhu Pingan's shoulder, asking Zhu Pingan to make way for his son. This person came here to cut in line, and several people had already been pulled over in this way. The person who cut in line saw that
They were brightly dressed, and they looked like they were rich or noble, but they dared to be angry but dared not speak out.
You're so proud to join a team?!
It doesn’t matter if you just say nice things to someone, this kind of person who jumps in line and is so proud is the same. 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 to the city on his behalf? 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 who were queuing up to enter the city laughed when they heard this. They had long been dissatisfied with jumping in line.
"You wait"
Amid people's laughter, the young man blushed, said nothing and retreated into the sedan. He was reluctant to give up the one 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 actually 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 too." The city gate guard glanced at the man lazily. To be continued.