The rise of the poor

Chapter 558 Capital City, I, Zhu Ping'an, Are Back
After leaving Majia Village, Zhu Pingan headed north all the way, and arrived at a post station outside the county seat before dark.

The status of an official is the best passport, and Yicheng did not dare to neglect Zhu Pingan, a sixth-rank Beijing official, and treated him like an ancestor with delicious food and drink.It is true that the Yicheng is in charge of the station, but the rank is not high-ranking. The official rank can't even reach the ninth rank, and the sixth rank Beijing official is heaven for them.

However, after seeing Zhu Ping'an's complexion, Yicheng also wisely didn't bother Zhu Pingan too much. After leading someone to deliver food and tidying up the best room in the posthouse, Yicheng said goodbye and left.

Zhu Ping'an's complexion was not good, and he didn't have much appetite for the table of food sent by Yicheng, mainly because of the matter of Shentang in Majia Village.Although according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, the husband has the right to execute the adulterer and adulterer who is caught in the bed by the husband, and the husband can choose to be executed by sinking the pond, but the mind is still very affected.

This is the first case I "judged". The first trial was two lives sinking into the lake, just like recruits killing people on the battlefield for the first time...Many recruits would vomit when they saw dead bodies lying on the battlefield. Nausea and the like, Zhu Ping'an's current situation is somewhat similar to theirs.

Compassion does not command soldiers, indeed!
In fact, it is the same as being an official, especially the county magistrates and prefects on the herdsman side. They are the powers that directly affect the people, and they also take on the duties of the modern government, courts, and procuratorates. They have both administrative and judicial powers. Like a soldier, no kindness can be tolerated.If a county magistrate is too kind, even the murderer can't bear to punish severely, then the majesty of the judiciary will be lost, the crime rate in the jurisdiction will remain high, and the common people will suffer in the end.

Therefore, my xinxing still needs to be tempered.

Zhu Pingan had a simple dinner, cleaned up the leftovers by himself, and then laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and practiced calligraphy after dipping in the ink.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu hook frost and snow bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away.Hello. "

This is Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing". Zhu Ping'an couldn't calm down when he first wrote it. Later, as the pen and ink gradually dyed the rice paper, a story of walking the world with the sword, saving danger and helping people, and using the world gradually emerged in his mind. A knight who has done meritorious service, Zhu Ping'an also slowly calmed down.

Thick and light brush and ink, iron painted with silver hooks, criss-crossing, calligraphy that has been passed down for thousands of years is very mysterious, and self-cultivation in calligraphy is a good choice.

After writing this song "Xia Ke Xing", Zhu Pingan's mind was completely calmed down.

After calming down, Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a while. It was not until the first half of the month that he collected his brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. He went out to find the guards at the post station and asked for a bucket of hot water. They brought it to the room and simply washed it with hot water. After taking a bath, I turned off the light and fell asleep.

After sleeping until dawn, Zhu Pingan got up and packed his things, bid farewell to the post station, and embarked on the journey north again.

After eating and sleeping in the open air, and riding fast, under the wind and rain, finally arrived in the capital on No. 19 days after leaving home.

Capital, I, Zhu Ping'an, are back.

I don't believe that black and white can be turned upside down!

Looking at the majestic capital city from a distance, Zhu Pingan shook his head confidently and smiled, then drove his horse towards the city gate.

The bustling capital flows like a sea of ​​people, and the common people who carry their burdens into the city are like crucian carp crossing the river. The carriages for delivery are also one after another. The well-dressed businessmen open the windows on the carriages and chat with each other, chatting about the current business, Escorted by the guards, several official sedan chairs passed over the queued crowd, and the roaring honorables rode their horses into the flow of people queuing up to enter the city, just like a hot soldering iron being thrown into the snow...

Zhu Ping'an led a horse and walked in the crowd without being noticeable at all. For several days, he was covered in dirt when it was sunny and muddy when it was raining. Now he walks in the crowd like a desolate scholar.

People without privileges lined up to enter the city. There was a long queue at the gate of the capital.

The capital city is close at hand, and there is no rush, so Zhu Pingan led Ma Youzai and lined up into the city leisurely, listening to people's gossip and learning about the current news in the capital city.

There are a lot of new things in the capital. An idle prince in the capital was reported for hiding armor. Rumors of an old woman returning from death occurred in Huangcheng Street. Jin Yiwei had a violent friction with people from Dongchang in a restaurant. Drunk flower There is a talented woman who is good at poetry, singing, singing and dancing, which attracts thousands of people.

Among these gossips, the gossip of the Yan Mansion is the most talked about. People talk about the nose and eyes. Among them, the one that everyone talks about the most is that the young prime minister Yan Shifan married another concubine, and she is also a married woman.This concubine was originally the wife of Yan Shifan's subordinate. Yan Shifan hooked up with him when he went to his subordinate's home to inspect his work. This weird guy, not only was not angry, but walked to the door proudly and guarded the door for them, standing guard for the little prime minister.Half a year later, this subordinate even felt that the prime minister's inspection was too exhausting, so he offered his wife to the prime minister as his concubine.

People pay a lot of attention to the Yan Mansion, and the pickers at the city gate have said a lot, saying that the Yan Mansion is more magnificent than the imperial palace, gold and jade for the bed, ivory chopsticks, singing and dancing to promote peace, and a meal can eat hundreds of taels of silver. Yan Shifan has sex at least three times a day and so on.

As much as people envied Yan Mansion's luxurious wine, they hated Yan Song and his son in their hearts.Although the Yan Mansion is now in full swing, the root of the disaster is buried deeper and deeper in people's hearts.

Listening to the people's gossip, Zhu Pingan slowly followed the crowd towards the gate of the city.

"Hey, let Rang, let my son go first."

When it was Zhu Ping'an's turn to pass, someone behind reached out and grabbed Zhu Ping'an's shoulder, asking Zhu Pingan to make way for his son.This person jumped in the line, and several people have already been dragged over like this. The people who were cut in line saw that they were dressed in bright clothes, and they were either rich or expensive, and they dared not speak out.

Joining a team, still so proud? !

It's fine to talk nicely, but Zhu Ping'an has always hated this kind of person the most when he joins a team and is as proud as a ****!

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and shook his head with a smile, then swept his shoulders, led the horse and held the road steadily, without any intention of giving way.

"You, do you know who our son is?!"

The people who jumped in the queue were both surprised and angry. They didn't expect this down-and-out scholar to dare to reject him, as if Zhu Ping'an had done something heinous.

"Wang Gui, can you do it? Tell him that the young master went to the city to pay for him, and I am in a hurry to go to Zuihualou to talk to Xiao Taohong about poetry." The young man behind opened the car curtain and glanced at Zhu Pingan , urged impatiently.

"City entry fee?"

Zhu Pingan smiled when he heard the words, then turned his head and said to the young master, "You want me to give way to the city for a few pennies. If you come with 100 taels of silver, I will give way. If you don't have 100 taels of silver, don't let me go." Play rich here."

The people queuing up to enter the city around laughed when they heard this, and they were already dissatisfied with jumping in line.

"You...you wait..."

Amidst the laughter of the people, the young man blushed, and retreated into the sedan chair without saying a word.He was not willing to give up 100 taels of silver.

Seeing this, Zhu Pingan smiled, followed the crowd to the gate of the city, took out a wrinkled official certificate from his arms, and handed it over.

The city gate guard thought Zhu Ping'an was a down-and-out scholar at first, but he turned out to be an official. He looked at Zhu Ping'an twice more unexpectedly, and then let him go without checking Zhu Ping's salute.

"Hey, my lord, my lord, why didn't you check his luggage? No fee to enter the city?" Wang Gui, the servant who jumped in line behind, shouted dissatisfied.

"If you are a sixth-rank official, you can do it too." The city gate guard glanced at the man lazily.

(End of this chapter)