When Hua Mulan Met Zhu Yingtai

After agreeing to Hua Mulan's job as a postman, someone went to urge Zhu Yingtai to take up the post the next day, and within half a day the identity documents were all ready.If Zhu Yingtai hadn't confirmed at Qin Wu's that the station was not a tiger's lair or a wolf's lair, but simply lacking people, she would have suspected that she was going to be executed secretly, and then her body would be taken to a mass grave and buried.

After appeasing the crying Qin Wu, Zhu Yingtai took three packs of medicine from Qin Yuan, and went to the post station with her small bookcase on her back.Of course, she took some of Qin Wu's cloaks along with her to keep out the cold. The weather in the north is really cold, and her clothes alone are not enough.

It was only when she got there that she realized that Hua Mulan hadn't lied to her.

Sanjin's brand-new courtyard, with red walls and gray tiles, is grand and beautiful, even higher than the Qin family's courtyard.What's even more rare is that there is a heated kang here. During the day, you only need to spend ten yuan or collect a load of firewood by yourself, which is enough to sleep warmly for three days.

Zhu Yingtai is a southerner at heart, so she really doesn't adapt to the northern weather.When the old postman introduced that there was a kang in the room, his eyes would light up. If he didn't care about his face, he really wanted to add firewood and go to grow with the kang immediately.

The old postman didn't care about Zhu Yingtai's excitement either. For young people, it's normal to be a little excited.

However, the old postman carefully observed Zhu Yingtai's every move, and he still didn't find any signs of abnormality.This is obviously a recruit who was hit by a pie that fell from the sky. No matter how you look at it, it's normal.

It's just that, thinking about yesterday, Fifth Master Qi came to pass on the order of the owner, asking him to keep an eye on this newcomer, and report any changes immediately.The old postman had no choice but to cheer up and continue to observe Zhu Yingtai quietly.

But on the surface, the old postman still respectfully took Zhu Yingtai to visit the three courtyards, and his words were so respectful and sincere that he regarded Zhu Yingtai as the speaker of the post station.

The front yard of Sanjin Courtyard is the place where post newspapers are transferred, the core place of the entire post station, and also the future office of Zhu Yingtai.Her main task in the future is to accept post newspapers from all over the country, classify and file according to the words and marks on the cover.

When the post reports come in and out, where they come from, where they go, which postman sends them out, and how urgent the situation is, all must be registered one by one, and there is no room for any omissions.

The middle courtyard is the place to live, with a total of six large and small rooms, which are used for the rest of the postmen at the station and the postmen on the way.Of course, only the clerk has a single room, and everyone else has a common room.

When the old postman said that all the houses were empty and he was free to choose, it was not that Zhu Yingtai had not thought about occupying the largest house.Later, I thought that this move was too eye-catching, so I gave up and chose a slightly inferior house to live in.

As for the backyard, it is simple. All living facilities such as stables, granaries and kitchen wells are arranged in the backyard.

Zhu Yingtai, who had never been in close contact with horses, dared to touch the tall horses in the stables, while listening to the old postman talk about the rules of the station.

When she heard that, according to the military system, a border area like Jintang City should have three clerks, eight postmen, twenty horses, and five handymen, Zhu Yingtai regained her strength.

No wonder she always felt that this inn was weird, it turned out that it was a little less popular.Since she entered the door, except for this old postman with white beard and hair and a stooped figure, she really hasn't seen anyone else.

Zhu Yingtai looked at the empty courtyard and couldn't help asking curiously: "Where are the others?" It doesn't make sense that there are only her and the old postman in the entire station.

Zhu Yingtai guessed correctly, there were not only two people in the post station, but three people.There is also a fake son of an old postman, whose mind is not very bright.Because he was afraid of bumping into her, the old postman didn't take him out.

The news shocked Zhu Yingtai for a long time, and there were only three people in the station full of sixteen people?Or a newcomer, an old, a fool?This lack of staff is too outrageous.Subconsciously counted the stables, fortunately, the horses were all available.

Seeing Zhu Yingtai's unbelievable appearance, the old postman slowly explained: "It's not that the master didn't think about filling people up, but there are few literate people here, and everyone has important errands to do. , I don’t have the time to pay attention to our sesame-sized inn. Let’s hire someone from outside, we are too biased, and no one will come if we offer sky-high prices.”

"The previous clerk studied with Dr. Qin for more than half a year. He only learned a few dozen words, and he was quite diligent in his work. But last time he fell asleep and stared at the urgent military report and put it in the ordinary military report. He missed the military plane and was directly beheaded."

"After this cut, there will be no one who can read and write in the whole city. Therefore, the post of clerk has been vacant for more than half a year. Fortunately, there is no urgent military situation recently, so the little old man has not made any mistakes. Now Now that you are here, the little old man can also take off this burden, so I can breathe a sigh of relief."

Only then did Zhu Yingtai realize that books are not affordable for everyone these days, and the high cost of books, paper, pens and ink is like a moat, blocking many people.As a result, the literacy rate is low, and ninety-nine percent of the people are illiterate, and some people even cannot distinguish between left and right in their entire lives.

This is true of the prosperous and peaceful places in the south of the Yangtze River, let alone the turbulent Mobei.

It's right to think about it, if it weren't for the lack of people to a certain extent, how could I let myself be a woman as a postman.

Zhu Yingtai, aware of her importance, also asked in a somewhat inquiring tone: "Then why are the postmen not satisfied?"

"The treatment is poor. Even if a man of the right age is going to be a third-class soldier, he is unwilling to come to us to be a postman."

"Where is the treatment so bad?" Zhu Yingtai was a little surprised, the house here is big and spacious, and there is a heated kang.This kind of day would not be exchanged for a god.

The eyes of the old postman changed a little, from being respectful to looking at a fool.But it was only for a moment, before Zhu Yingtai noticed the abnormality, her eyes returned to the cloudiness of the past.

"So that the Shangguan will know that the salary we receive as a postman is a set rule, except that you are a little higher as a clerk, we are no different from those soldiers in the barracks."

After hearing the explanation, Zhu Yingtai was even more confused. Since there was no difference, why didn't anyone come? The conditions are so good.

The old postman continued to explain: "But this is different between being a soldier and being a postman. A postman is a deadly job. No matter how diligent you are, you can only be a postman. It's different, the leader has been promoted through hard work, and with strength and luck, he can be promoted to the head of the village in three years. It's like our master, a barbarian, directly became a master."

"Besides, our salary is also fixed. How can it compare to the group of soldiers? A barbarian's head can be exchanged for two renminbi or half a bucket of rice. When we win a big victory, our hard work for a year is not as good as they fight with the barbarians. A lot of money came. Not to mention, just a few days ago when the horse bandits were suppressed, the reward they got was worth half a year for us."

Listening to the old postman's babbling, Zhu Yingtai has come to terms with it.There are three reasons why this postman's job is not popular: "One is that there is no money to be made; two is that there is no future and no hope of promotion; Heads fall."

Fortunately, these three reasons have no effect on Zhu Yingtai. She doesn't need to make money at all. There are some trivial silver taels and three gold cakes in the book box, which are her travel expenses and the Shu Xiu that she planned to give to the teacher when she went to school. .Although he has spent a lot on medical treatment recently, it is still money that a postman can't earn in his entire life.As long as she is willing now, the money is enough for her to buy tens of acres of good land in Mobei and become a carefree little rich man.

As for the future, she couldn't talk about her future even if she was a courier. She didn't plan to enter the barracks until she recovered from her illness. After all, she was only a second-class soldier at most, and she might be beheaded by a barbarian after meeting her on the battlefield.

After she was overthrown by Hua Mulan yesterday, she realized a truth. The idea of ​​galloping on the battlefield in her dreams before was simply absurd. She studied poetry and books by herself, and she was full of knowledge. of.No matter how you say it, you have to be a counselor. Isn't it better to be a laborer than the courage of a common man?

As for the last point of worry of the old postman, it was easier.Post newspapers are divided into six grades and twelve grades, which are distinguished by A, B, C, D, E, Ji, G, Xin, Ren, and Gui.A is the highest, it is urgent, and must be delivered without stopping.Gui rank is the lowest, which belongs to the exchange between ordinary military households and their children, and ordinary transmission is fine.Coupled with the four attributes of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu that indicate the direction of the mud, it is only necessary to master less than fifty characters, which is as easy as breathing for Zhu Yingtai.

All in all, Zhu Yingtai is quite satisfied with her current life.The post station is safe with fewer people, which not only reduces the risk of identity exposure.And through military contacts, she can better understand the world and integrate into this society as soon as possible.

What's more, she can now be regarded as the person who holds the power alone!Although there are only two people under his command, they are still old and stupid.

However, Zhu Yingtai still discovered the advantages of these two postmen. The old postmen are mature and sophisticated. They have known many anecdotes and anecdotes in the army for many years, and they have superb horsemanship. According to him, No horse escaped his attention.If there are any minor problems with the horses on weekdays, the old postman can solve them by himself.

As for the fake son of the old postman, Zhu Yingtai has also seen it.The man is thick and straightforward, and when he smiles, his teeth will come out to join in the fun, and his brain is not very bright.But he is honest and responsible, Kongwu is powerful, so don’t be wary of his bad intentions, he can cover the rough work of the entire station by himself, he is also very obedient, and he can do whatever he is asked to do. It is really the best choice to look after the home.

As for Zhu Yingtai herself, she is still working hard to become a laborer.If you don't command ten soldiers, how can you command an army?The skills are all honed out at the grassroots level. Don't you know that the prime minister must start from the state department?

Take off the cloak, put on coarse linen clothes, and prepare the knife.From today, Zhu Yingtai has become an official postman!

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In fact, Huahua and Yingtai have already finished writing the first stage of the [-]th test manuscript. I have been considering whether to finish it in the first stage, so that the two of them can live happily in Mobei, or continue to write about the two of them to fight the world. Worry.