"It's so good that the rain knows the season. We just returned the rice to the warehouse, and God started to rain."
After the rice harvest, it started to rain lightly. People who had returned to their warehouses couldn't help but feel lucky.
The most feared thing about the autumn harvest is rain. When it rains, the rice in the field will not have time to be harvested, and it will spoil in the field, resulting in a reduction in production. If the dried rice is exposed to rain, it will easily become moldy and rot, which is even more unlucky.
So people are glad that it rains after the autumn harvest.
"Although the rice production this year is lower than in previous years, our county magistrate applied to the court for tax reduction or exemption for us. The villages that were harmed by the Japanese pirates were exempted from taxes, and the villages that were not harmed by the Japanese pirates also had their taxes reduced by 30%.
This year we, the common people, will finally be able to have a good year."
"Yes, it's good for God, and it's good for the county magistrate. We finally have a good year. It's a pity that the county magistrate will be promoted and leave soon. I don't know if the next county magistrate will be as good as our county magistrate."
"Don't think about it. A good county magistrate like our magistrate will probably never meet [Biqudao fo] again in this life. If nothing else, let's just say that prisoners are specially allowed to go home for autumn harvest. Which county magistrate has such responsibility and responsibility?
Courage?! As long as the next county magistrate can be 30% as good as our magistrate, I will wake up from my dream with a smile."
The busy farming season is over and it’s raining again. With no other work to do, people sit at home chatting and sighing.
The prisoners who Zhu Ping'an had specially allowed to go home to participate in the autumn harvest all returned to the prison as promised after the autumn harvest, and not one of them was missing. The county magistrate loved the people like his own children and released all the prisoners for the autumn harvest; all the prisoners repaid their kindness and returned to prison as promised.
.This story has become an annual legend and an anecdote, quickly spreading from Jingnan to the outside world.
Zhu Ping'an is no longer the unknown person he was before. As the news spread, he became famous among the people.
It was raining lightly, and although it wasn't heavy, it continued for two days and two nights with no intention of stopping.
People welcome this continuous light rain. Autumn has harvested, and warehouses have returned. Let it rain if you like. It is a good opportunity to spend a few days at home with cats and have a good rest.
People are staying at home, conflicts and disputes have been greatly reduced, and almost no one comes to the county government to litigate. In addition, it rains and it is impossible to go out. The planned repairs to the city walls and the construction of beacon towers can only be postponed. The county
The yamen felt much freer for a while.
"The choice of soldiers is important, but it varies from time to time, so it is difficult to stick to one choice. If the power of attracting people is at the beginning, just like the use of force for a long time in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, the selection method will be the same. Only then will the world be peaceful and the people will forget it.
War, confusion of cars and letters, sudden changes..."
Zhu Ping'an rarely had a lot of leisure time, so he began to search his memory, and wrote and restored the "New Book of Chronicles" and "Records of Military Training" that he had read in modern times. While writing and restoring, he pondered and studied, and understood the essence of them.
"New Book of Ji Xiao" and "Records of Military Training" are both summaries of the military experience of the famous anti-Japanese general Qi Jiguang, which cannot be more applicable to today's Ming Dynasty. This is Zhu Pingan's advantage of hundreds of years of experience ahead. Today Qi Jiguang is still in Dengzhou Guards
After taking up the post of Commander-in-Chief, it would take decades of preparation before he could summarize these two military masterpieces, and Zhu Ping'an could already absorb the nutrients from these two military masterpieces in advance.
The reason why Zhu Ping'an devoted himself to military classics such as "New Book of Ji Xiao" and "Records of Military Training" during this period was because the Japanese pirates in the south of the Yangtze River were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and they would be there in the near future.
It broke out in an all-round way and became more and more violent; secondly, because Zhu Ping'an was appointed as the Inspector-General of the Ministry of Punishment, Si Qianshi, compared with the previous dynasty, the Ming Dynasty canceled the regiment training envoys and replaced them with the inspection-envoys.
When Zhu Ping'an received the promotion document, he heard from the official who submitted the document that there are four branch patrol roads in Zhejiang, including Hangyan Road, Ningshao Road, Jiahu Road, and Jinqu Road. Because
Since I had made outstanding achievements in the anti-Japanese war in Jingnan, my superiors intended to let me take charge of the regimental training and grain collection affairs of a certain branch of the patrol as a prosecutor.
The incompetence of one general will exhaust the whole army. Now that I know that after I take office as the Provost and Inspector Si Qian, I will probably be divided into the regiment training affairs of the patrol, I must quickly enrich my military knowledge and improve my military command and other qualities.
The great affairs of the country are sacrifices and military affairs. There is no small matter in the military, and it must be done with ten thousand thoughts.
In fact, Zhu Ping'an is looking forward to the separate group training.
Zhu Pingan had sworn before, vowing to eliminate all Japanese pirates in the Ming Dynasty and lead his army to whip the Japanese chiefs of the island country. Now that he had the opportunity to get involved in the military and fulfill his oath, Zhu Pingan naturally had to be fully prepared and firmly grasp this opportunity.
Chance.
When a Japanese plague comes, life will be ruined!
I can't bear it!
The night was long, accompanied by the sound of rain. Zhu Pingan studied until around three o'clock, then he turned off the lights and went to the bedroom to rest.
The light rain has been falling for five days. It was during lunch that Zhu Ping'an heard Hua'er mutter and suddenly realized that the continuous autumn rain had been falling for five days, and it basically didn't stop in the middle.
Pass.
Zhu Ping'an suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, walked quickly outside the door, and checked the rainfall in the yard.
"Uncle, uncle, this shrimp cake won't taste good if it's cold, and the shark's fin soup will taste better if you drink it while it's hot."
"Yeah, I almost forgot, uncle, it's still raining outside, so you need to hold an umbrella. You'll get wet from the rain and you'll get cold easily. If you feel unwell, and the lady knows about it, she will definitely scold the maid for not taking good care of you.
My uncle’s.”
When Hua'er, the little maid of steamed buns, saw Zhu Ping'an put down her chopsticks and went out without taking two bites, she couldn't help but say something with her little mouth. She hurriedly covered the dishes with bowls and plates to reduce the heat dissipation. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered that it was raining outside. My uncle had just
It seemed that he had gone out without an umbrella. He suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and hurriedly opened the umbrella and went out to chase after him.
As soon as I went out, I saw my uncle in the yard, looking up at the sky and then looking down at the water in the yard, like a goose. The cheeks of Baozi's little maid Hua'er suddenly became more bulging. It was raining lightly, but it wasn't.
Chicken legs, can they be as delicious as the food I cook? What’s so beautiful about the water in the yard? Can they be... can they be... can they be as beautiful as my paintings? Before I go out
But I tidied up well, put on makeup, eyebrows, and lipstick... My uncle didn't even take a good look at me...
The lady also asked me to warm my uncle's bed and feed him... But the bed was too warm and my uncle didn't even come...
The little maid Hua'er of Baozi thought about it more and more, but her little face became more and more bulging, but it didn't stop her legs from running very fast. She stood on tiptoe and raised the red oil-paper umbrella high to Zhu Pingan's head. She almost stretched the entire umbrella to Zhu Pingan's head.
I got up and was soaked in the rain outside.
"The situation is not right." Zhu Pingan frowned, as if saying to Hua'er, or talking to himself.
"Of course it's not right. My maid warms the bed every day, but my uncle doesn't come..." Baozi's little maid Hua'er said it casually out of reflex. As soon as she said it, she realized something was wrong.
I'm so embarrassed that I don't want to give it up.
Oops, I'm so embarrassed, why did I say all my inner thoughts... But the lady just confessed...
The little maid Hua'er's ears turned red from embarrassment.
"What, I mean the rain is wrong..."
Zhu Ping'an casually flicked Hua'er's forehead, took the umbrella from Hua'er, straightened it up, and covered both of them under the umbrella.
This simple silly girl is too deeply poisoned by feudal ideas.
"Uncle, it hurts..."
Hua'er covered her head and saw her uncle holding the umbrella above her head. Her eyes became blurred and her voice sounded like a cat.