It is the sunset again in the west, and the western sky is like a girl wearing blue and rouge makeup, the red is so charming and beautiful.
There is no dusk in the prison, only darkness.
Zhu Ping'an relied on the firelight in the corridor, leaned against the prison railing, and wrote and drew tirelessly on the muddy ground.
"Hey, nerd, it's time to eat."
The jailer came over with a wooden bucket, raised a long-handled spoon with rice grains on it and knocked on the prison fence to remind Zhu Ping'an. Then, as if feeding a pig, he dug out two spoonfuls of rice from the wooden bucket and put it in a bowl.
inside and handed it to Zhu Ping'an.
"Thank you for your efforts."
Zhu Pingan thanked him, took the bowl and put it at his feet. He held the wooden stick in his hand and continued to write and draw.
The first volume of "Records of Military Training" by Qi Jiguang, a famous anti-Japanese general, has almost been written silently, and it is not too late to finish it. As he silently writes "Records of Military Training", Zhu Ping'an's understanding and understanding of military affairs are also slowly deepening.
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If you read a book a hundred times, you will see its meaning; if you copy a book once, it is better to read it a hundred times. Zhu Pingan personally believes in this.
As for the silent writing of "Records of Military Training", it was because the Ming Dynasty captured the Japanese from the north and the south, and was involved in military affairs. No matter what position you were in, there was no harm in knowing more about these military training strategies and methods of using troops. Even if you were in
In the capital, as an official, I will be able to understand the battle reports from frontline military attachés in the future.
In fact, not only "Records of Military Training", Zhu Pingan also silently wrote "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Martial Arts General" and other military books in prison. Of course, there are also not only military books, political affairs, and economic works. Zhu Pingan also wrote and recited silently in prison.
Quite a bit. In the imperial prison, the most abundant thing for Zhu Pingan was time. Although the conditions in the imperial prison were difficult, it was rare for no one to disturb him, so Zhu Pingan could concentrate on studying the knowledge he was interested in.
"I'm not active in eating, and there's something wrong with my brain. In this prison, I have a ball to study and practice calligraphy, but I still want to get out. Hehe, I have been working in this prison for more than ten years, and I haven't seen so many people coming in.
There are only a few who can go out. Why are you torturing yourself like this? It’s better to sleep and live one day at a time.”
The jailer couldn't help but shook his head and ridiculed Zhu Pingan. In the past few days, he inspected the cell. Every time he visited Zhu Pingan, he saw that Zhu Pingan was either endorsing books or practicing calligraphy. He practiced calligraphy and covered the entire cell.
It had been turned over several times, and the muddy ground was almost turning into sand. I was very impressed by this nerd.
In his opinion, Zhu Ping'an is already in prison, why are he still tormenting himself like this? Memorizing and practicing calligraphy is so boring and tiring. If he has the time to memorize and practice calligraphy, he might as well sleep a little longer like other prisoners.
, an extra day of sleep is a day.
muddle along.
This is the state that prisoners in prison should be in.
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening." Zhu Pingan raised his head and smiled. How many people in history have studied and studied knowledge. The more difficult the situation, the more angry they became, and finally achieved something. For example, Confucius was as poor as Chen and Cai.
He did not pour out the soup of quinoa, and did not taste the grains for seven days, but he lectured, recited, and played the piano all day long, and finally became a saint. His talent is only one ten thousandth of that of Confucius and other sages, and only by working hard can he compare to them.
"What do you mean?" The jailer looked confused, then shook his head and said sarcastically, "I don't know if you know, but I know that if you don't even know how to eat, you are not far from starving to death."
"Haha, thank you for reminding me. I'll finish writing this volume." Zhu Pingan smiled slightly.
"What a nerd. In this prison, there is a ball for writing. Why, you still want to get out?" The jailer looked at Zhu Pingan.
"Haha, rice is material food, and books are spiritual food. The body must be full, but the spirit must not be hungry. In addition, to be honest, I really want to go out. You must have some dreams as a person, otherwise there is no difference from salted fish.
As soon as it is realized." Zhu Ping'an smiled and finally replied using Master Xing's famous saying.
"What if it comes true? Haha, you are really a nerd. You can finish eating later, lie down there, and your dream will come true."
The jailer shook his head and sneered, thinking that Zhu Ping'an was so whimsical that he wanted to get out after entering the imperial prison. It was just a dream.
Zhu Ping'an smiled, said nothing, lowered his head and continued to write silently the first volume of "Records of Military Training" that was almost completed.
“What a nerd”
The jailer felt that Zhu Ping'an was hopeless, shook his head, and walked away with a rice pail.
"The imperial edict has arrived!"
But when the jailer was about to reach the corner of the corridor, he suddenly heard a sharp sound coming from the other side of the corridor.
Imperial decree?!
When the jailer heard the word "imperial edict", his body reflexively knelt down on the side of the aisle and moved out of the way.
Soon, a group of people walked over from the aisle, led by three eunuchs. The leading eunuch respectfully held a black ox horn scroll in his hand, and was accompanied by a team of royal guards.
The group of people passed by the kneeling jailer and went straight to Zhu Pingan's cell. The kneeling jailer saw from the corner of his eye the group of people reading out the imperial edict and stopped in front of Zhu Pingan's cell. He couldn't help but think of Zhu Pingan.
That sentence: A person must have some dreams, otherwise what is the difference from salted fish? What if it comes true?
You can’t really be told by this nerd, can you?!
The jailer's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and then he shook his head, no, this nerd was imprisoned in the imperial prison by the Holy Order. How could he be released again by the Holy Order? How could the Holy Spirit change his mind so quickly.
Could it be that the order was issued to execute this nerd?!
It's a pity that this nerd doesn't look like a treacherous and evil person, and the jailer can't help but pity Zhu Pingan. In fact, even though the jailer often ridicules Zhu Pingan, in his heart he still insists on studying and practicing calligraphy in the imperial prison.
I still have some admiration in my heart. Therefore, Zhu Ping'an has never missed three meals a day.
"Haha, Mr. Xiao Zhu, we meet again."
The leading eunuch was Meng Chong, who had left at noon. He came to Zhu Pingan's cell and said to Zhu Pingan with a smile.
When Zhu Ping'an saw Meng Chong, he couldn't help but feel excited. Meng Chong had just asked for information at noon and came to announce the order in the evening. Looking at Meng Chong's smiling face, it was obvious that he had brought good news.
Although Zhu Pingan was somewhat sure of the arrival of this moment after Meng Chong's questioning at noon, Zhu Pingan could not help but be excited when he saw Meng Chong with a smile on his face and the imperial edict in his hand.
"Eunuch Meng." Zhu Ping'an held back his excitement, cupped his hands and replied softly.
"Master Qianhu, please ask someone to open the cell door so that the Zajia family can announce the decree to Master Xiaozhu." Meng Chong said with a smile to the leader of the Jinyi Guard who was accompanying him.
The leader of the Jin Yiwei nodded and ordered people to open Zhu Pingan's cell door.
"The imperial edict has arrived, Zhu Ping'an will receive it." Meng Chong unfolded the imperial edict.
"Zhu Pingan, the sinner, pays homage to our emperor. Long live my emperor." Zhu Pingan paid homage to the imperial edict.
"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: Zhu Ping'an, a lecturer in Prince Yu's palace, did not report the knowledge, shielded and protected Yang Jisheng, concealed Yang Jisheng's crimes, falsely accused the minister, and was demoted to the county magistrate of Jingnan because of his first offense. He has meritorious service."
Meng Chong's voice reading out the imperial edict echoed in the prison.
Are you really out?!
The jailer kneeling on the ground looked shocked and incredulous.