The day before yesterday, Zhao Hanzhang personally wrote an article wishing the people of the Jin Kingdom a happy Chinese New Year's Eve and looking forward to the future, in which he praised the officials, migrant workers, and soldiers who were harnessing the Yellow River at great length.

They gave up the opportunity to reunite with their families, and still stuck to the banks of the Yellow River during the Chinese New Year, braving the cold and pain to dredge the Yellow River and prevent floods the next year.

Everyone in the Jin Kingdom should be grateful to them, because dredging the Yellow River is not only for themselves, but also for the people along the Yellow River.

As the same people, with the same sky, their fate is closely related, and everyone in the world has enjoyed their hard contributions.

This article appeared in yesterday's newspaper and was sent to the camp at noon this day.

This is the right and interest of officials, officials above the sixth grade can get a newspaper for free, like Shen Ruhui, who is in charge of the work outside, the people at the post station will even personally report the newspaper to him, together with the official documents.

Shen Xian brought a stool, Shen Ruhui stood on it, and said to everyone with a loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, the general wrote a letter to you yesterday, and I will read it to you." ”

The lively camp slowly quieted down, and everyone turned their heads to look at Shen Ruhui.

Shen Ruhui took the newspaper and said loudly: "Respect the people of the world, the Han people, the Baiyue, the Xiongnu, the Xianbei, the Qian, all the people who live on the Jin soil, in the past year, we have finally ended the chaotic war and achieved the reunification of the north and south......

Fu Tinghan stood on the stool with a loudspeaker, "The scourge of war is gone, half of the suffering is gone, and the remaining hunger and cold, we will overcome them one by one in the future......"

Across the river, in the military camp stationed on the other side of the Yellow River, General Chen Shen roared loudly, "If the Yellow River leaks, it will harm thousands of miles, they brave the cold to clean up the mud and repair the embankment for the sake of the common people......

In the camps on both sides of the Yellow River, the firelight is as bright as the stars in the sky, standing on a high place and looking at it, the bonfire is like a pearl dotted on both sides of a belt, and all the camps are reading Zhao Hanzhang's letter.

It was a merit that belonged to them, and it was also a gift from her.

In the crowd, someone sobbed low and choked up, "The general said that we have merit, and he praised us in front of the world......"

"I am twenty-five years old, I have served three times before, and no official has ever praised us, they will only whip us, scold us for being low, slow, and only delay the process, but the general said that our service is meritorious......"

Zhao Hanzhang not only said this in the newspaper, but also said at the palace banquet, "This year, the officials, migrant workers, and soldiers guarding the Yellow River have worked the hardest and contributed the most. ”

Chang Ning immediately proposed, "The people are so difficult, the hundred officials should share the hardships with them, and this year's New Year should be thrifty, and ask the general to order the people not to be too extravagant." ”

Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "This year there are many happy events, everyone should be happy, for the people, whether the officials are thrifty or not has little to do with them, and the officials will not embezzle the people's things to luxury, right?" ”

Everyone hurriedly responded, saying that no official dared to embezzle public funds.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded with satisfaction and said: "Compared with sharing suffering, I prefer to share wealth with the people, you still have to think of a way to see if you can give any rewards to the migrant workers and soldiers who have worked hard to manage the Yellow River." ”

She won't ask them to be frugal during the New Year, I don't know how many helpers in Luoyang are looking forward to the banquet of the powerful and wealthy, and they can make a little money from it.

Although the people may only earn mosquito legs, mosquito legs are also meat, aren't they?

Advocating frugality, the money of the powerful and wealthy is left in the treasury and it is they themselves who are fat, and the people can't afford it.

However, the rich people outside can celebrate the New Year with wealth, but the emperor and her cannot.

She said to the little emperor: "We can't force people to be thrifty with us, but we, as the superiors, should take the lead in frugality. ”

In addition to agreeing, does the little emperor dare to refuse?

The banquet only lasted until Hai Shi, when Zhao Hanzhang left the palace, he said to the little emperor: "It's rare to celebrate the New Year, you have no schoolwork and government affairs before the Lantern Festival this year, and the minister also wants to rest for a few days, so he won't enter the palace to disturb His Majesty for the time being." ”

The little emperor couldn't ask for it, so he suppressed his joy and sent Zhao Hanzhang outside the main hall, and when he returned to the dormitory, he rolled on the bed excitedly.

Finally, there was a year when I didn't have to write homework and approve official documents for the Chinese New Year, and I was so excited that I burst into tears.

Zhao Hanzhang returned to the General's Mansion, and not long after, a team of 100 cavalry quietly appeared on the street.

The cavalrymen were all dressed in armor and cloaks, and because it was winter, their faces were covered in order to protect them from the wind and cold.

Zeng Yue stood at the gate and watched them leave, and when they were far away, he ordered the door to be closed, and then returned to the inner courtyard, looked at Tinghe through a door, and silently turned around and went to the next door to rest.

This team of 100 people arrived at the West City Gate unimpeded, and after showing the warrant and token to the city gate officer, they were released.

Naturally, it was impossible to open the city gate, so the movement was too great, and they opened the small gate on the side, allowing only one rider to pass through.

When the hundred people went out and closed the door again, a soldier said in a low voice: "The one at the head seems to be Zhao Ya, the waitress next to the general, aren't they going to send something to Fu Shangshu?" ”

"Is the general's family affair something you can discuss? Go back and copy the military regulations ten times! ”

The soldier's skin tightened, and he bowed his head and said "yes".

In winter, the nights are long, and it gets dark early and brightens late.

Fu Tinghan ordered early to rest on the first day of the new year, so the whole camp got up late, and everyone let themselves be drowsy, until the strong aroma of porridge came, and they slowly opened their eyes.

Looking out, the sun was dazzling, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes, "What time is it?" ”

"It's noon, get up quickly, the people in the room are also getting up late, alas, eat one less meal, there are only two meals to eat today."

One person touched his stomach and smiled: "I ate a lot last night, and I feel full now." ”

"Give me your share in a moment."

"No, although I'm not hungry, my stomach can still fill."

Everyone laughed and got up, and after a simple wash, they took their big bowls and went to the room to eat.

Today's brunch is also very rich, a big bowl of porridge and two steamed buns.

It is real meat porridge, almost everyone can see meat foam in the bowl, and the porridge is thick, and there is hardly a trace of porridge water.

A migrant worker carefully took a sip first, so as not to spill the porridge, the salty and fragrant taste exploded on the tip of his tongue, and he smiled contentedly: "It's delicious, it's delicious, if it's the New Year every day." ”

He brought it to the open area, wanting to bask in the sun while eating, and occasionally when he looked up, he saw a black patch in the distance moving rapidly towards them.

He lowered his head, and when he realized what it was, he raised his head sharply and glared at it fiercely, "Cavalry, cavalry, is it the Huns?" ”

The person next to him also saw it, and reacted faster than him, "What kind of slave is the Huns, isn't the king of the Huns now presiding over digging in the mud sixty miles from us?" Well, that's the general's man, right? ”

They guessed here that there were already scouts who quickly ran to find Fu Tinghan, and said happily: "Shangshu, the general has come to see you, no, he has come to see the migrant workers and soldiers." ”

See you tomorrow

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