Beiping Mansion belonged to Dadu Road in the Yuan Dynasty, and was relocated in the first year of Hongwu, and belonged to the Northern Parallel Province in the following year. The government governs seven counties and five states, Wanping and Daxing counties are attached to the city, and Mengjiatun is under Wanping County.

Wanping County is located in the west of the city, the courtyard wall is slightly dilapidated, with a gray abrupt color, the instrument door is closed, leaving a side door to enter and exit.

If it weren't for the drums outside the yamen and the soap in front of the yamen, it would be difficult to connect this building with the county ya. In addition to the scale of the land area, it is not even comparable to the ordinary rich houses, and it cannot be compared with the XX government office buildings of later generations.

If you change to Meng, you may sigh a sentence or two, but for Meng Chongjiu and other natives, such a county government is normal. Since Taizu, the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty has a rule of not repairing the government, unless the house collapses and the gate falls, never move a brick or tile on the façade.

Want a high-end atmosphere?

Which county magistrate dares to repair the county government like this during his tenure, just wait to sit through the prison. This is still lucky, when Emperor Hongwu is in a bad mood, he has to be beheaded and exiled if he is not skinned and filled.

Emperor Hongwu's worst official was corruption, and it was strictly forbidden for government officials to pursue luxury, and once anyone who couldn't think of it was in his hands, no matter how big or small the mistake was, he would be severely punished.

Those who can use large bamboo boards will never use small bamboo boards, those who can be indefinite will never change their sentences, and those who can cut off their heads will never be exiled.

The civil offense is reduced by one degree, and it is not applicable to officials.

The so-called differential treatment, occupational discrimination, is probably what it means?

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

The hall of the county government is the festival love hall, which mainly deals with criminal cases, the east of the hall is the shogunate, and the west of the hall is the treasury.

Behind the lobby is the hall of the day, which is divided into the wings on the east and west sides of the hall after the hall is the main place for the office of the county order, the county officer, the main book and the canonical history, that is, the office of the county magistrate and the county party committee, and the general civil disputes are resolved here. If someone thinks that the second hall is not high-grade enough, and they have to go to the lobby, there is no way, rush to the street and kill someone, and the dream will come true immediately.

Meng Chongjiu reported his intentions, and a scribe introduced him to the office of the main bookkeeper.

The surname of the master of Wanping County is Nan, and he was born as a prisoner. During the Hongwu period, Wanping County was still seven products, and it was only promoted to six products until Yongle. The main book is still a nine-rank official, wearing a green plate-collared official robe, a black hat, and a black horn belt.

Meng Chongjiu called the South Master Book, bowed and saluted, and the South Master Book hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Why did the old man come here?"

"Don't hide it from the master's book, today's old decay really has something to ask for."

"Oh?" Master Nan put Meng Chongjiu on the stool, "But it's a matter of the clan?" ”

"Exactly."

Meng Congjun's incident has been full of turmoil, after all, the ancients lacked entertainment, in this northern land, and under the nose of King Yan, as a scholar, if you want to be a little careful, gossip and gossip have become a good pastime. Not only did the south master know about this matter, but even the magistrate and the two county officials had heard about it. Junjiang County Cheng and Liangma County Cheng were both half-martial artists, and they were quite interested in the fact that scholars wanted to join the army, and they also specially asked the county clerk, and the scribe only listened to some rumors, but a patrol inspector from Meng Jiatongli gave a lot of "inside" news.

After Meng Chongjiu explained the reason in detail, Master Nan pondered for a moment and said: "If Meng Shishilang is really a person of great filial piety as the elder said, presumably the great order will also be fulfilled." ”

"Thank you, master."

"Twelve Lang is a child, and this matter needs to be reported." Master Nan stood up and said, "Please come with me." ”

Wanping County's surname is He Mingyin, with a resolute personality and capable talents. Although he was born as a literati, he has the temper of a martial artist, in the words of later generations, this is a person who does not like to be false in everything, and belongs to a practical talent. It can be seen from the exceptional promotion of Ming Chengzu after he ascended the throne.

Seeing Meng Chongjiu, after listening to the report of the main book, and asking carefully, He County Commander immediately gave Meng the green light on the road to the army.

Although it is risky to be an official in the year of Hongwu, and the higher the official position, the more so, striving for progress is still the lifelong pursuit of every official.

If the object of Meng's revenge is the people of the Ming Dynasty, He County Ling will also consider one or two, and replace it with a Tartar, then there is no problem at all, to avenge his father and brother, he would rather give up the road of fame, an absolute filial piety and brave person, praise, must be greatly praised!

The emergence of people like Meng Shishilang under his rule shows that the local education has made meritorious contributions, and it is obviously a great political achievement. If it weren't for the impact, He Xianling would probably write an article and post it himself, showing what he did.

Practical talents also need political achievements.

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

Of course, He County's order has benefited, and the county chief and others below will naturally not be left behind, and there is no reason to eat alone in the officialdom.

Throughout history, although the officials of the Ming Dynasty are a little different, they like to fight verbally at every turn, and they have to fight each other with fists and feet if they are not addicted, but when necessary, everyone can still twist into a rope, such as when the top and bottom work together to make political achievements.

The result was expected by Meng Chongjiu, but it was also a little unexpected by him. Originally, I thought that I only needed to see the main book, but I didn't think that Da Ling would personally ask. In this way, the reputation of Twelve Lang was fulfilled.

What about being kicked out of school?

A person who was praised by the county's commander, Er Yin and the chief bookkeeper for his great filial piety and courage is no longer studying and has become a military household.

Out of the county office, Meng Chongjiu untied the rope on the ox cart, and leisurely straightened his sleeves, Twelve Lang, no matter what, you owe this favor to your uncle.

When leaving the city, Meng Chongjiu met a team of knights again, and the soldiers guarding the city gate immediately let them go after seeing the waist card. After the knights left, they dared to whisper two words: "King Yan guards...... There was a wave ahead, and after looking at the waist card, the first one was a hundred households, and I was afraid that I would go to the north......"

Sitting on the ox cart, Meng Chongjiu twisted his white beard, flicked the whip, and the old cow began to walk slowly in the direction of Mengjiatun.

Meng Shang didn't know that his name was about to spread in the county seat, and he didn't know that the great order of the county government was planning to give him the title of "filial friend".

At this time, Meng Shishilang was standing behind the table, holding a pen on his wrist, worried about the white paper spread out.

It's really negligent, the predecessor is also a child, and he can write a beautiful pavilion style, black and square, and the light swamp is neat.

changed the core, but what was written was a wild grass, beautiful and beautiful, but it didn't stick to the italics.

Not taking the imperial examination does not mean not writing for the rest of your life. After joining the army, he always had to write letters to his family, right? As far as he knew, Meng Wang and his two sisters-in-law were literate. This was very unusual in the early Ming Dynasty, where the illiteracy rate was quite high, and it was enough to give Meng a headache.

More importantly, he does not plan to be a big soldier for a lifetime, the Taige style is the official text of the Ming Dynasty, and if you want to strive for the top, writing is a hurdle that must be crossed.

The Ming Dynasty selected martial artists to pass the cultural class exam first, and the cultural class failed, even if they tried to pull out the mountain and cover the world, they were still not on the list. The warrior is still like this, not to mention that his congenital conditions are insufficient, and he obviously has more mental power than physical strength.

Meng Chou, accustomed to being wild and wanton, suddenly wanting to be decent, is simply fatal.

Knowing this, what kind of cool and crazy is he pretending, and what kind of wild grass is he practicing?

"Uncle Twelve?"

was worried, the door was pushed open a crack, and the two little girls lay on the door, looking at Meng cautiously.

The old cat on the beam suddenly came to his senses and meowed at the two little girls, with the intention of bullying the weak.

Meng put down his pen and beckoned to the two little girls, the predecessor was really stupid to read, and he was not very close to the two brothers, let alone the two nieces.

"Third sister, fifth sister, come to Uncle Twelve."

Meng slanted at the beam, squinted, and bared his teeth, "Come down." ”

The voice is not high, and there is a threat in it.

The old cat was very reluctant, but he still jumped off the beam, stepped on a few plum blossom prints on the blank paper, and squatted and licked his paws to wash his face.

The two little girls finally pushed the door and walked in, and Meng saw that Meng Sanjie was holding a big bowl with a few sorghum flour cakes in the bowl.

"Uncle Twelve, the cake made by my mother will be brought to you."

Meng Sanjie was seven years old, and Meng Wujie was six years old, and they suffered a family change overnight, and their temperament became much quieter.

Meng took the bowl, picked up a cake and broke it, "Have you eaten?" ”

Third Sister Meng shook her head, but nodded immediately, and Fifth Sister Meng said, "My mother left porridge." ”

As he spoke, his eyes looked at the cake in Meng's hand, and he was pulled by Third Sister Meng, "Uncle Twelve, let's go back to the stove to eat, and my mother left the food." ”

Meng's mouth was a little bitter, he knew what the situation was at home, and the rations were all close to him. At first, he didn't care, but he happened to see a figure in the porridge that Meng Wang and his two sisters-in-law drank, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

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

"Third sister, fifth sister, twelfth uncle can't eat so much." Meng handed the broken cake to the two little girls, "Eat with Uncle Twelve." ”

"But my mother said ......"

"Don't listen to Uncle Twelve?"

"Listen!" Fifth Sister Meng took the cake, broke it again, and handed the big half back to Meng, "Uncle Twelve will eat it too." ”

"Good."

looked at the little girl who was holding sorghum cakes like two little hamsters, ate two bites, looked up, made sure that Meng was also eating, and smiled and bent her eyes. Meng seemed to understand what it was like to be "cute" in the mouths of those little girls in the company, and a strange plot arose.

There was a red heart on the top of his head, but unfortunately he met the childish eyes of Fifth Sister Meng, a lightning volley slashed down, gritted his teeth, turned his head, slammed his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood, livestock! Beast!

"Uncle Twelve?"

"It's fine."

Meng picked up another cake and broke it into three pieces, so that the two little girls were willing to continue eating.

"Third sister, fifth sister, twelfth uncle will definitely let you live a good life." Meng squatted on the ground, holding a cake in his mouth, crawled through his hair with one hand, put his other arm on his knee, and looked at the level of the two little girls, "When you grow up, Uncle Twelve will give you ten miles of red makeup, if your niece and son-in-law dare to treat you badly, Uncle Twelve will explode...... No, beat them all over the face! ”

The two little girls don't seem to understand, the so-called ten miles of red makeup is far less attractive to them than a sorghum cake now.

Inside the door, the three uncles and nephews were sharing the cakes, and outside the door, Meng Wangshi turned around, pulled out the handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped it from the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked away without making a sound.