There was a sound of Suo Suo outside the window, which woke up Zhu Cihong in his sleep. Because the script of the country's ruin has been irreversibly advancing, his sleep has always been bad, and he will be awakened by the slightest sound. And this kind of movement became louder and louder, and even connected into a piece, rustling into a rhyme, dispelling Zhu Cihong's drowsiness.

Zhu Cihong got up in his clothes, and the greeting voice of the eunuch on duty came from outside: "Your Highness, do you want tea?" ”

Zhu Cihong's voice still had a hoarse tone: "What time is it?" ”

"Yes," the eunuch hurriedly ran over and glanced at the Tessie table clock, "Back to Your Highness, it's two twenty o'clock." He was not accustomed to the Tessie hours, but His Highness seemed to be so fond of this method of timekeeping that all those who worked on errands around His Highness had to learn to read the clock.

"How long has it been raining?" Zhu Cihong asked, and then said, "Prepare some hot water." ”

The eunuch first replied, "It didn't take long for you to get down", and then said: "Your Highness, this night is too cold, let's rest for a while." ”

"Prepare water, I'm going to the war room." Zhu Cihong ignored the eunuch's words.

The little eunuch didn't dare to say much, so he hurriedly asked the people outside to bring hot water and snacks, and came in to serve Zhu Cihong to dress and comb his hair. Since Zhu Cihong was born in this Ming Dynasty, he has never learned to wear traditional clothes, and he can barely wear a civilian dress to lose his old strength, and he only has two eyes for court clothes and dresses, and he gradually got used to the setting of letting people help him wear clothes.

Although it was a little uncomfortable at first, once you got used to it, it was quite convenient.

Zhu Cihong packed up and walked towards the outer courtyard. There are two wings there, east and west, and the west is the war room, which is equipped with sand table maps and war books. To the east is the Civil Affairs Office. Mainly to meet with the civil affairs officials of Ruzhou, as well as the patrol of the imperial history. Now the border of Henan is not easy to walk, and the political envoy of Henan has not come to see it until now, and I don't know whether he deliberately avoided it or was really trapped on the road.

"Hey, why is there no one on duty in the civil hall?" Zhu Cihong demanded that someone be on duty at all times to deal with urgent matters. Especially now that Ruzhou is under martial law. Civilian pressure is greater than military pressure.

Judging from Liu Zongmin's tentative attack the day before, it really didn't look like he was going to attack the city with an iron heart, so as long as there was no internal turmoil in Ruzhou, there would be no worries about losing the city. If you want internal stability, the most haode way is to let the people have food and drink, and properly release their grievances. These are the tasks of the Civil Affairs Department: it is necessary to personally investigate the livelihood conditions of the neighborhoods, coordinate the relationship between the local yamen, and urge the officials close to the people to perform their duties. Every day is a lot of things, and there is not a day that is not lit all night long.

Today, however, the Civil Affairs Hall is pitch black. There was no sign of someone on duty.

"Back to Your Highness," the eunuch said on the side, "Xu is that Master Zhang has already fallen asleep." ”

"Master Zhang?" Zhu Cihong asked, "Which Master Zhang?" Is it a friend of the East Palace? ”

"Master Zhang is just a man, I heard that he used to be a scribe in the Hanlin Academy." The eunuch said: "Every time it is his turn to be on duty at night, he must sleep in no more than three watches." ”

Zhu Cihong is used to seeing his subordinates arrive late and leave early. Some are flexible, some are free-spirited, and some are truly capable. He didn't rush to conclusions, he just walked over. I want to see how sophisticated this "old man" is.

The eunuch hurriedly turned on the light to guide the way, and when he went up, he was about to knock on the door. was grabbed by Zhu Cihong and said in a low voice: "Is it bolted?" ”

The door has no latch.

The civil hall is a typical wing room structure, with two suites, one large and one small. The large one can be used to receive visitors, and the small one is an official room where materials are stacked. The staff put a spring stool in the official room, and stacked books during the day. At night, when you are tired, you can remove the book, spread the futon, and it will immediately become a single bed.

Zhu Cihong went all the way in and did not hide the sound of his footsteps. But the man inside slept so deeply that he didn't even wake up when the lantern shone on the door. Zhu Cihong turned on the lamp and looked at his face. Sure enough, it was a "master", about sixty years old, with a gray beard and hair, and a thin face and neck full of wrinkles.

There is only one thing that does not show old age: no old person can sleep so deeply.

"How did you let someone of this age come with you?" Zhu Cihong frowned slightly, and said to the eunuch: "Tell Wu Weiye tomorrow that the older ones can stay in Beijing and don't have to travel." "The soldiers here are in danger, and all supplies must be given priority to the battalion, and the older ones may not be able to hold on. Zhu Cihong knows how difficult it is to find a reliable literate person nowadays, so it's not okay to waste it like this.

"Who!" Master Zhang suddenly screamed from his dream, but his eyes hadn't opened yet.

Zhu Cihong took a step back and replied in a deep voice: "It's me." ”

Only then did Master Zhang stand up, revealing a coarse cloth middle single, but he was sleeping. He squinted his eyes and watched Zhu Cihong breathe for more than ten breaths, before he jumped off the spring stool with his hands and feet, and bowed without the slightest sign of old age: "Subordinate Zhang Shiqi, meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." ”

"No courtesy." Zhu Cihong stepped out of the way, sat down in front of the bookcase, and glanced at the neatly stacked documents on the table, but he couldn't be dissatisfied. He said, "When you're old, why do you have to run around so much?" There is also something to do in the Jingshi. ”

Zhang Shiqi entered the East Palace as a friend through Li Mingrui's relationship. He thought that he had made some merit and would be appreciated faster in the East Palace. When I entered the chamber, I learned that Li Mingrui showed that he was the prince's teacher, but in fact, he had just joined the service, and he had been arrested before because he was talking about the prince behind his back, so his future was bleak.

followed the wrong person, which made Zhang Shiqi extremely depressed, but he couldn't go back to the Hanlin Academy, so he had to settle down first. Anyway, it's been a lifetime, and it's not bad for so many years. Who knows what the future holds? I didn't stay long after this, and when the prince went to Luoyang to raise the army, Zhang Shiqi had to follow.

Being able to follow the prince to fight is the most glorious stroke in his life resume.

"My subordinates have only passed the age of destiny, and they are still young." Zhang Shiqi didn't know where the courage came from, so he blurted out his debut.

Zhu Cihong was stunned at first, then regained joy, and said with a smile: "Yes, if you say that you go into battle to kill the enemy, Mr. is old." But when it comes to governing the country and securing the country, Mr. is still a year of drooping hair compared to Jiang Ziya. ”

Zhang Shiqi is also happy, regardless of the future future. Just saying this anecdote tonight is enough to pass on to our children and grandchildren: Your grandfather and I were also characters who talked and laughed with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back then!

He smiled and said: "Your Highness has praised it falsely, the old man has no power to restrain the chicken, even if he is thirty years earlier, he will not be able to kill the enemy for His Highness." If you say that you are talented in governing the country and the country, because of your talent, you will not be able to be a prince in another 30 years. ”

Zhu Cihong smiled: "Listen to what Mr. said. It seems that there are still proud talents who are not known. ”

"The old man has been a little brainless since he was a child, and he can never forget it." Zhang Shiqi didn't hide it, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to recommend himself: "Although the micro dust technique is laughing at the temple, it may not be impossible to try Bailihou." ”

Officialdom jokingly called the county order Baili Hou.

This official position is the starting point for many of the lower ranks, and it can also be selected by the prestige and achievements of the haode tribute students, or by the old officials who have excelled in the examination. Zhang Shiqi himself is a well-deserved "master", and he has been a scribe in the Hanlin Academy for many years, and his qualifications are also sufficient. It is appropriate to ask Zhu Cihong for the official position of a county order.

Zhu Cihong has been thinking about the civil affairs of his future base area. He doesn't trust the old officials, but the training of new officials is not something that can be done in ten days and half a month. There is still room for turning around on the issue of civil affairs, and if it is placed in a judicial yamen such as the Department of Prosecution and Prosecution, it will definitely be a matter of carelessness for human life.

"How many people are in the city of Ruzhou, how many people are there, how many of them are in the household?" Zhu Cihong casually copied the newly arranged yellow book on the case, opened it and asked.

There is still ink on the yellow book, which has just been transcribed haode. Zhang Shiqi has never forgotten it. What's more, it's something I wrote, and Langlang copes with it at the moment. There was no pimple.

Zhu Cihong took the memorization test, immediately closed the yellow book, and asked: "Now that there are more and more people fleeing from the state and county, as a county official, how should I manage it now?" ”

Zhang Shiqi was happy in his heart, this was looking at his policy.

Since the exclusive reverence of Confucianism. The Chinese officials of all dynasties did not receive strict political education, but they were like apprentices taught by a master. In general, it is to pay attention to a "general principle". Under this general principle, legal principles are nothing more than human feelings, and as long as one's character is acceptable, the administration is basically within a reasonable range. It will not lead to a lot of resentment.

In the national dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao knew that the officials harmed the people, so he increased the punishment of the county officials who disturbed the people, and at the same time stipulated the conditions and times for the county officials to go to the countryside, forming a custom. This is also the system of "imperial power does not go to the countryside" that has been followed since then, and in the eyes of the Ming people, it is the good governance of the dynasty that is superior to that of the Zhao and Song dynasties.

In general, as long as the officials of the DPRK do not do things, they have already done good deeds.

Zhang Shiqi went through the Confucian righteousness he read in his heart, and returned to the question of His Royal Highness the Prince. Since His Royal Highness focused on "being a county official who is currently in charge", then the answer to rule by doing nothing and recuperating may not be as good as expected. He coughed lightly twice and decided to give it a go.

"Your Highness," Zhang Shiqi said, "my subordinates think that the county officials are the parents of a place, and it is better to manage them than to be sparse." Those who flee their nationality have nowhere to go, and if they are blindly intercepted, they will only force them to become thieves. If the county officials can comb the acres of fields, open up the wasteland and reclaim the land, so as to settle the farmers; Water conservancy was built and official roads were leveled to provide relief to hooligans. Not to respect their parents, but to love them with their parents, this is the way for officials. ”

Zhu Cihong nodded and said, "How are you doing in ancient literature?" ”

The Ming people took the eight-strand system as the current text, and the Han and Tang Dynasty articles as the ancient text. If you want to become an official, you must first obtain the qualification of Jinshi Juren through the craft. After becoming an official, he must focus on ancient texts, otherwise his knowledge is too narrow, his rhetoric is lacking, what he writes has no charm, and the dictionaries of others cannot be understood, which will be ridiculed.

Zhang Shiqi was too old to pass the Jinshi exam, which is enough to prove that his time is mediocre. Zhu Cihong only asked about Gu Wen, which had already given him the opportunity to develop his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

"The subordinates are consuming the ancient text, so it is difficult for the current text to grow." Zhang Shiqi said immediately.

Zhu Cihong nodded: "Ancient texts are as important as history. Mr. reads ancient texts, who is it good to write? ”

"My subordinates try to learn Hangul's composition." Zhang Shiqi said.

Han Wengong refers to Han Yu who "the decline of the eight generations of Wenqi", and is also regarded by later generations as the advocate of the ancient literature movement, the head of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties. His literary style had a profound influence on the Song people and was admired by Ouyang Xiu, a generation of Wenzong.

During the Jiajing period, the literary world was the time when the seven sons alternated, during which the Tang and Song factions represented by Wang Shenzhong, Tang Shunzhi, Mao Kun, and Gui Youguang resisted the ancient literary school's purpose of "literature must be Qin and Han, and poetry is prosperous in the Tang Dynasty", advocating learning from Han Liu Ouyang, and demanding "the integration of literature and Taoism".

This is ancient history for future generations, but for Zhu Cihong, it is a current event that integrates ancient history and contemporary history. He doesn't need to learn the eight strands of art in his composition, but mainly learns ancient texts. Compared with the antique and plagiarized ancient literary school, he finally preferred the Tang and Song school literary style of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Listening to Zhang Shiqi say that he preferred Han Yu, Zhu Cihong also felt like a bosom friend, just to cultivate this old gentleman who was interested in being a county official, and deliberately said: "To be a writer, you should learn from Han Changli, but if you want to be an official, you have to read Liu Hedong." Hundreds of generations of articles, I love Liu Zongyuan's "Sending Xue Cunyi Preface", every time I read it, I often have a deafening and refreshing sigh. ”

Zhang Shiqi has a good memory, and he will definitely not be unable to recite such a masterpiece through the ages, and he already knows the meaning of His Royal Highness the Prince's words. (To be continued......)