Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 254 At the Foot of the Son of Heaven

  The ancients said: "The sachet is secretly solved, and the belt is lightly divided."

  In the feudal society, in the Ming Dynasty, the sachet was a private item of the daughter’s house. Generally speaking, only sisters made purse sachets for brothers and sisters, or wives sewed purse sachets for their husbands. These are family members. If a big girl suddenly sewed a purse for that boy, it would be an affair and would be despised and looked down upon by people. It would be fine if the two got married, but if they couldn't get married, it would be a shame. Even if the situation is more serious, people may point their noses and scold them, and if the situation is more serious, people may be immersed in a pig cage.

  So, seeing the sachet stuffed in through the crack of the door, Zhu Pingan bent down to pick it up with a wry smile, then opened the door and put the sachet back on the windowsill next door.

  After returning to the room again, Zhu Ping'an closed the door and sealed the door tightly with the futon in the room to prevent the girl next door from throwing the purse in again.

   It was like playing hide-and-seek. Not long after Zhu Pingan returned to the room, the door fumbled again, but because the door was tightly sealed, the other party was unable to stuff the sachet in this time.

   Finally quiet.

  Zhu Ping'an recorded what he had seen and heard in the past few days through the light photovoltaic case, and then took out a book and read it silently.

  The walls of the temple are thin and not soundproof.

   After a while, there was another sound from the next room, the wall was tapped a few times, and after a while, there was an exaggerated sound of bathing in water

  Zhu Ping'an remained unmoved and continued to read his own book until he became so sleepy that he couldn't hold back. Just turned off the oil lamp and fell into a deep sleep.

  In the early morning of the second day, Zhu Ping'an got up early. After tidying up, he went down the mountain and continued on his way.

  Wait until the daughter of the royal family next door gets up, freshens and dresses up beautifully. When knocking on Zhu Ping'an's door and inviting Zhu Pingan to have breakfast with his family, he found that Zhu Ping'an had gone to the room and it was empty.

   "The nerd!"

Looking at the empty room, the girlish face of the Wang family turned black. Those scholars I met before always peeked at me, but this idiot is good. He always looks like a standard nerd no matter where he goes. Xie Fengqing, or not a man? ! Or is it that the little idiot doesn't understand the relationship between men and women?

   It's all Daddy's fault. Don't come by yourself!

  The girl from the Wang family stomped her feet in shame and annoyance, twisted her waist and went back to her room. It's just that Dad will definitely blame himself for not being as good as his sister again!

  After descending Longquan Mountain, Zhu Pingan rode a horse all the way to the north, eating and sleeping in the open air. After several days of driving, his whole body became darker and thinner, but his whole body was also much stronger. If you don't wear uniforms. It is estimated that few people will associate Zhu Pingan with the scholar. From the appearance alone, he looks like a standard, simple farmer.

  The clothes I wear with me have been washed several times, and they have become plain and inconspicuous.

   Believe this time. There will never be girls who are as popular as Longquan Ancient Temple.

   In the sound of firecrackers, one year old is removed, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu;

  Thousands of households and pupils always exchange new peaches for old symbols.

  Today is New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. The last night of this year is extremely precious. Every household hangs up lanterns, and the outside is bright. The family members will sit together, looking at the night sky and looking forward to the New Year.

  Zhu Ping'an sat at a desk near the window of an inn in the ancient city of Chengwu County, looking at the bright night sky outside the window. Listening to the endless firecrackers outside and the cheering voices of bear children, I can't help but miss my family in Xiahe Village.

  Although I’m missing during Chinese New Year this year, my parents should be very happy to have a sister-in-law.

  It's another night when I write and study ink.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year's Day, Zhu Ping'an continued on his way, enjoying the scenery of the northern country along the way, but after walking for two days, he met a lot of ragged refugees on the road, with their wives and children, looking hungry , In the beginning it was in twos and threes, and then it was in groups of threes and fives.

   "The county is closed, so I can only go to other counties to try my luck."

   "Damn dog officer, the grain in the granary is full of moths, so we won't eat it."

   "The one who kills a thousand swords."

Walking on the road, Zhu Pingan could hear the voices of refugees cursing the magistrate from time to time. He asked an old man and learned the outline of the matter: the Yellow River, whose water flow has been greatly reduced in winter, has not decreased much this year for some reason. The upstream river course was blocked, forming a barrier lake, and the dam could not bear it, so it flooded. Juye and Jiaxiang were the most severely affected areas. In the past, there had never been a complete disaster in winter, and residents and officials did not take precautions against it. Caught off guard, the disaster was even worse.

  The victims of the disaster in Juye went northward to seek food and refuge in the county, but the county officials closed the city gates and set up roadblocks to prevent the victims from entering Juye. In desperation, the victims had no choice but to go south to find a way to survive. The bark of the trees along the way was peeled off to satisfy their hunger. The victims were so vast that they could not see the end at a glance.

But fortunately, just a few days after the flood of the Yellow River at this time, what Zhu Pingan encountered was only the first part of the victims. Among the victims, the prestigious elders and village leaders could still control the victims. orderly.

  In spite of this, many people still looked at Zhu Pingan, who was riding a horse and carrying a package, with a wolf-like green light.

After Zhu Ping'an distributed more than half of the dried meat and dry food he was carrying with him to the leading elders and village officials in this group of villagers, he decisively turned his horse's head around, rode his horse and swung his whip, walked south in front of the victims, and then turned around. And for a few days to the east, go far away from the disaster-stricken area and then continue north.

  If a gentleman does not build a dangerous wall, he will not tolerate the benevolence of a woman at this time.

  Just a few days later, the scenes of the hungry people eating the bark and pulling the grass roots were played back in front of my eyes. The hungry people in the front still had bark and grass roots to eat, but what about the hungry people behind?

  Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer.

   Only by seeing this scene with one's own eyes can one understand the poet's emotion at that time.

  Going north along the way, the melancholy gradually dissipated after a few days. After more than a month of travel and dust, I passed Qufu, Tai'an, Jinan, Cangzhou, and arrived in Tianjinwei.

   If it is said that the capital is at the foot of the emperor, then Tianjin Wei is one step away. At that time, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, crossed the Grand Canal and went south to fight for the throne. After Zhu Di became emperor, in order to commemorate the "Battle of Jingnan", he renamed the place Tianjin on November 21, the second year of Yongle, which means the ferry crossed by the emperor.

  Tianjin Wei is a military system, but at this time there is a mixed army and civilians, but because it guards the throat of the capital, there is a large flow of goods and people, and it is considered prosperous.

  After Zhu Ping'an entered Tianjin, he went to the post station, but returned disappointed.

  This place is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the station is busy. The officials who came from the capital and those who went to the capital to report on their duties from other places have already lived in the station.

   "It's ridiculous for a small Juren to want to live in an inn." An official who reported to the capital from a local area taunted Zhu Pingan.

  The officials at the post station also looked sideways.

   Isn't it necessary?

  Zhu Pingan led the horse back to look at the station, smiled and shook his head, then got on the horse and went to the inn to stay.

  (end of this chapter)