Seiwa

Beiping Mansion belonged to Dadu Road in the Yuan Dynasty. It was relocated in the first year of Hongwu, and it belonged to Beiping Province in the next year.The prefecture governs seven counties and five prefectures, two counties of Wanping and Daxing are attached to Fucheng, and Mengjiatun belongs to Wanping County.

The Wanping County Government Office is located in the west of the city. The courtyard walls are a bit dilapidated, with a grayish color, and the door is closed, leaving a side door to enter and exit.

If it weren't for the grievance drum outside the yamen and the Zaoli in front of the door, it would be difficult to connect this building with the county yamen.In addition to the size of the land, it is even incomparable to ordinary rich households' residences, and it is even more incomparable with the XX government office buildings of later generations.

If it were Meng Qinghe, he might sigh a few words, but for Meng Chongjiu and other natives, such a county government is normal.Since Taizu, there has been a rule in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty not to repair the government. Unless the house collapsed and the gate collapsed, no brick or tile on the facade would be moved.

Want a high-end atmosphere?

Which county magistrate dares to repair the county government like this during his term of office, just wait to be put in prison.This is still luck. When he met Emperor Hongwu in a bad mood, he would have to beheaded and exiled if he was not skinned and stuffed.

Emperor Hongwu hated official corruption the most, and government officials were strictly prohibited from pursuing luxury. Once something unexpected happened to him, no matter how big or small the mistake was, he would be punished severely.

Those who can use big bamboo boards will never use small bamboo boards, those who can be indefinitely will not have their sentences changed to fixed terms, and those who can beheaded will never be exiled.

The people have great crimes and crimes are reduced by one level, but it does not apply to officials.

This is probably what the so-called differential treatment and occupational discrimination mean?

If officials in the early Ming Dynasty were lucky enough to experience it in later generations, they would probably sigh like this. They are both officials, so why is there such a big difference?

The county government lobby is the Jieai Hall, which mainly deals with criminal cases. The east of the hall is the curtain hall, and the west of the hall is the warehouse.

Behind the lobby is the Jianri Hall, which is divided into east and west wing rooms. It is the main place for the office of the county magistrate, county magistrate, master book, and history. It is also the office of the county magistrate and the county party committee. General civil disputes are settled here. .If someone thinks that the second hall is not up-to-date and insists on going to the lobby, there is no way, just rush to the street and kill a lot of people, and the dream will come true immediately.

Meng Chongjiu reported his intention, and a clerk led him into the wing of the chief bookkeeper's office.

The surname of the master of Wanping County is Nan, and he was born as a supervisor.During the Hongwu period, the magistrate of Wanping County was still at the seventh rank, and it was not until Yongle that he was promoted to the sixth rank.The master book is still nine-rank, wearing a green collar official robe, wearing a black headband, and a black-horned belt.

Meng Chong called Nan Zhushu with nine mouths, and bowed to salute. Nan Zhuzhu hurriedly got up and helped him up.

"Why did the old man come here?"

"Don't hide it from the master, I really need something to ask for today."

"Oh?" Master Nan let Meng Chongjiu sit on the stool, "Is it a family matter?"

"Exactly."

The matter of Meng Qinghe's joining the army has caused a lot of trouble in the city. After all, the ancients lacked entertainment. In this northern land, it was under the eyes of King Yan. Became a good pastime.Not only Master Nan knew about it, but even the magistrate and the two magistrates had heard about it.Junjiang County Chancellor and Liangma County Chancellor were both half-martial men, and they were quite interested in the fact that scholars wanted to join the army. The inspectors in Jiatongli gave out a lot of "internal" information.

Waiting for Meng Chongjiu to explain the reasons in detail, Nan Zhubo pondered for a moment, and said: "If it is as the old man said, Meng Twelve Lang is indeed a man of great filial piety, presumably the order will be fulfilled."

"Thank you Master."

"The Twelfth Lang is a boy, and we need to report this matter to the Grand Order." Nan Zhubo stood up and said, "Please come with me."

The county magistrate of Wanping, surnamed He Mingyin, has a resolute and capable personality.Although he was born as a literati, he has the temper of a warrior. In the words of later generations, this person does not like falsehood in everything, and belongs to the practical talent.It can be seen from the extraordinary promotion of Ming Chengzu after he ascended the throne.

Seeing Meng Chongjiu, after listening to the chief secretary's report, and questioning carefully, Magistrate He immediately gave Meng Qinghe the green light to join the army.

Although being an official in the Hongwu year was risky, and the higher the official position, the more so, but striving to make progress is still the lifelong pursuit of every official.

If the target of Meng Qinghe's vengeance is the people of Ming Dynasty, magistrate He will consider one or two things, and if it is a Tartar, then there will be no problem at all. To avenge his father and brother would rather give up the road of fame. Absolutely filial and brave, praise , must be greatly praised!

People like Meng Twelve Lang came out under the rule, which shows that the local education has made great achievements, which is obviously not a small political achievement.If he hadn't considered the impact, magistrate He might have written an article and posted it himself, admiring what he did.

Practical talents also need achievements.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, isn't it?

Of course, the county magistrate He has benefited, and the county magistrate below and others will naturally not be left behind. There is no reason to eat alone in the officialdom.

Throughout history, although the officials of the Ming Dynasty were a little different, they liked to fight with each other at every turn, and they would fight each other if they were not satisfied with the verbal fight, but when necessary, everyone could still twist into a rope, such as when the top and bottom were working together to gain political achievements.

The outcome of the matter was within Meng Chongjiu's expectations, but it was somewhat beyond his expectations.Originally, I thought that I only needed to meet the county magistrate, but I didn't expect that Da Ling would personally intervene.In this way, Twelve Lang's reputation has been fulfilled.

What about being kicked out of school?

A man of filial piety and bravery who was praised by the county magistrate, Er Yin and the chief bookkeeper stopped studying and became a military household. If someone wants to bully him again, he must carefully weigh it.

After leaving the county office, Meng Chongjiu untied the rope on the bullock cart, and straightened his sleeves leisurely, Twelve Lang, no matter what, you owe the favor of uncle.

When leaving the city, Meng Chongjiu met another group of knights, and the soldiers guarding the city gate immediately let them go after seeing their badges.After the knights left, they dared to say a few words in a low voice: "Guards of the King of Yan... there is a wave ahead, I looked at the badge, and the leader is a hundred households, I am afraid they are going to the north..."

Sitting on the ox cart, Meng Chongjiu twirled his white beard and flicked his whip. The old ox began to walk slowly towards Mengjiatun.

Monk Meng Qing didn't know that his name was about to spread in the county, and he didn't know that the magistrate of the county government was planning to give him the title of "Friend of Filial Piety".

At this time, Meng Shierang was standing behind the table, holding his pen with his wrist hanging, worrying about the white paper that was spread out.

Really negligent, the predecessor was a boy at any rate, able to write beautiful style, black and square, smooth and neat.

I changed the refill, but what I wrote was a wild cursive, beautiful and pretty, but it didn't touch the script at all.

Not taking the imperial examination does not mean not writing for a lifetime.After joining the army, he always writes letters to his family, right?As far as he knew, Meng Wang and his two sister-in-laws were both literate.This was very unusual in the early Ming Dynasty when the illiteracy rate was quite high, and it was enough to give Meng Qinghe a headache.

More importantly, he didn't intend to be a leader for the rest of his life. Taige style was the official language of the Ming Dynasty. To strive for the top, writing was a hurdle that had to be overcome.

The selection of martial arts candidates in the Ming Dynasty must first pass the culture test. If you fail the culture class, even if you are powerful and powerful, you will still not be on the list.This is true for a warrior, not to mention his lack of congenital conditions, obviously more brainpower than physical strength.

Meng Qing and Youchou, who are used to being reckless and reckless, suddenly want to be well-behaved, it is simply terrible.

Knowing this earlier, why is he pretending to be cool and handsome, and what kind of crazy grass is he practicing?

"Uncle Twelve?"

While worrying, the door was pushed open a crack, and the two little girls lay at the door, watching Meng Qinghe cautiously.

The old cat on the beam suddenly became energetic and meowed at the two little girls, with the intention of bullying the weak.

Meng Qinghe put down his pen and waved to the two little girls. His predecessor was really stupid in reading, and he wasn't too close to his two elder brothers, let alone his two nieces.

"Third Sister, Fifth Sister, come to Twelfth Uncle."

Meng Qinghe squinted at the beam, narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth, "Come down."

The voice was low, threatening.

The old cat was very reluctant, but still jumped down from the beam, stepped on a few plum blossom marks on the blank paper, squatted down, licked its paws and washed its face.

The two little girls finally opened the door and walked in. Only then did Meng Qinghe see that Third Sister Meng was holding a large bowl containing several sorghum flour pancakes.

"Uncle Twelve, I brought you the pancakes my mother baked."

Third Sister Meng was seven years old, and Fifth Sister Meng was six years old. They suffered family changes overnight, and their tempers became much calmer.

Meng Qinghe took the bowl, picked up a pancake and broke it, "Have you eaten yet?"

Third Sister Meng shook her head, but immediately nodded again. Fifth Sister Meng said, "Mother left porridge for you."

He was talking, but his eyes were on the pancake in Meng Qinghe's hand, and was pulled by Third Sister Meng, "Uncle Twelfth, let's go back to the stove to eat, mother left some food for me."

Meng Qinghe felt a bit bitter in his mouth, he knew what was going on at home, and the rations were always close to him.At first he didn't pay much attention to it, but he happened to see a figure reflected in the porridge that Meng Wang and his two sisters-in-law were drinking, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Family, originally just two words on the surface, was deeply engraved in his heart.

"Third Sister, Fifth Sister, Twelfth Uncle can't eat so much." Meng Qinghe handed the broken pancakes to the two girls, "Let's eat with Twelfth Uncle."

"But mother said..."

"Don't you listen to Uncle Twelve?"

"Listen!" Fifth Sister Meng took the pancake, broke it open again, and handed back the big half to Meng Qinghe, "Uncle Twelfth eats too."

"good."

Looking at the little girl who was holding sorghum pancakes like two little hamsters, she took two bites, looked up, and was sure that Meng Qinghe was also eating, and even rolled her eyes with a smile.Meng Qinghe seemed to understand what it was like to be "cute" in the mouths of the little girls in the company, and a strange plot emerged spontaneously.

There was a red heart on the top of his head, and unfortunately, he met Fifth Sister Meng's big childish eyes, a bolt of lightning struck down in the air, gritted his teeth, turned his head, pounded his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood, beast!Beast!

"Uncle Twelve?"

"fine."

Meng Qinghe picked up another pancake and broke it into three pieces so that the two little girls would continue eating.

"Third Sister, Fifth Sister, Twelfth Uncle will definitely let you live a good life." Meng Qinghe squatted on the ground, holding a pancake in his mouth, combing his hair with one hand, and resting his other arm on his knee, looking at the two little girls Ping Qi, "When you grow up, Twelfth Uncle will give you ten miles of red makeup. If your niece and son-in-law dare to treat you badly, Twelfth Uncle will explode... No, beat them up!"

The two little girls seemed to understand but half understood, the so-called ten miles of red makeup was far less attractive to them now than a sorghum pancake.

Inside the door, the three uncles and nephews were sharing the pancakes. Outside the door, Meng Wang turned around, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked away without making a sound.