Whether a collective is good or not, it must be integrated first, and then we can talk about change or improvement.

The good or bad of the collective is related to the quality of the supreme governor of the collective.

The same group of people can be bad people or they can become good people in a very short period of time.

In order to distinguish himself from the bad guys like Fang Zheng, Yun Chu decided to use his identity as a scribe to help the soldiers of the Ninth Fold Chong Mansion next door write letters to their families.

When you do a lot of good things, you can make yourself look less bad.

The sorted documents were placed on the square desk, and Daguan Ling opened them one by one and looked at them, and then wrote a reply, Yun Chu sandwiched the reply in the paperwork and put it back on the bookshelf where it should go.

Fang Zheng is very satisfied with Yun Chu's work, because he is working now, he feels that it is very smooth and simple, as long as he wants the paperwork, settle in Yun Chu on the first day, and the next day, he can see what he needs on the desk, not only the original document, but even the documents that need to be used for reference when writing a reply, are also at hand, if there is any omission, Yun Chu will also remind him in a whisper on the side.

It took half an hour, and Daguan Ling Fangzheng had already dealt with Hu Cao's inquiries about the mutual market, the issue of the food expenses of the officials and subordinates that the Si Hu asked to verify, and the damage to Qiuzi City that Gong Cao asked.

In the official office, Fang Zheng is no longer someone's brother-in-law, and Yun Chu is no longer a certain god of food, one is a Daguan order, and the other is a scribe, all of whom put their positions upright.

"You're going to the barracks to help the soldiers write letters to their families?" Fang Zheng didn't understand Yun Chu's stupid move.

"Do you know how many people you have to help write letters to their families, can you be busy?"

Yun Chu once again revealed his compassionate side, and sighed: "The beacon fire has been in for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 gold!" Helping them write a letter home at this time can comfort countless people's hearts. ”

Fang Zheng said suspiciously: "The poem you just read should be a good poem, don't talk about others, that is, when I received the letter from my family, that time I didn't read and look, and my tears dried and dried."

The question is, do you really want to do that? As far as I know, no real reader wants to do this. ”

Yun Chu sneered and said, "People who don't do this kind of thing are not real scholars. ”

Fang Zheng laughed and said: "You are young after all, go, go, the Ninth Fold Chongfu Regiment next door is from Shangzhou, Gyeonggi Province, and has been stationed in Qiuzi for four years, you are good friends with them, and you have gone to the battlefield, and you have some kind of care." ”

Yun Chu smiled and nodded yes.

There was nothing left in the yamen, so Yun Chu asked Hou San to carry the futon on his back, and he took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone by himself and returned to the place where he lived.

Put the things under a big mulberry tree at the outermost point and settle down, Yun Chu spread out the paper, backed by the cool canal water, and asked Hou San to go to the barracks to post a notice.

Outsiders from the Tang people's barracks can't enter, and neither can officials like Fangzheng, so they can only wait outside the camp gate to report something.

In two days, it will be the day when the fast horse of the post station will come to collect the letters, and at this time, there should be many people who want to report their safety to their families.

It is naturally a good thing to help people write letters to report safety, but what Yun Chu cares about most is the content of the letter.

He has not really lived in Datang, this has always been his hard injury, Shangzhou is less than three hundred miles away from Chang'an, although ten miles is not customary, everyone lives in Guanzhong, and the living habits should be very different.

Knowing the way the soldiers of Shangzhou Prefecture interacted with their families, they basically understood the customs of Guanzhong at this time, and they would not show timidity after returning to Guanzhong.

The government soldiers generally refer to the soldiers of a general's mansion, a certain governor's mansion or a certain military government, which is the general name of the government soldiers.

It can be found literally that the soldiers have a strong personal color.

With a personal color, soldiers are generally somewhat incompatible with the big concept of the state, which is very bad.

This title has appeared in the two Jin dynasties, until the Western Wei Yuwentai period was formally established, the Northern Zhou, Sui, and early Tang continue to use it to this day.

People seem to have become accustomed to the system of integrating soldiers and peasants in wartime and peasants when there is no war.

Anyone who becomes a government soldier has a good family background, after all, except for the war horse, which will be provided by the state, the rest such as armor and weapons need to be purchased by themselves.

Bo Yiyi is the ultimate dream of all government soldiers, but this dream has come to an abrupt end with the disappearance of life in many cases.

At this time, the sun was already hanging high, and before this thing came out, the earth was still cold, and after he showed his head, the vast land of the Western Regions immediately entered the barbecue mode.

Yun Chu soaked his feet in the cold canal water, and looked at the group of government soldiers brought by Hou San with a smile.

The literacy rate in the Tang army is still not bad, and at least two out of a hundred people can write.

It's just that this kind of people are extremely unevenly distributed in the army, and among them, the scholars who specialize in serving the captains of Ochong Prefecture account for seventy or eighty percent of them.

Therefore, if the remaining government soldiers want to send a message to their families, they can often only bring a message back, and those who say it believe it, and the words of people are the least credible, which leads to many tragedies.

For example, the wives of some government soldiers remarried, and some government soldiers lived in the Western Regions for several years, but the wives of the family helped him give birth to several children, and even the old people in the family thought that their sons had died in the war and had no faith in living, so they hung themselves and so on.

The above is actually not a big deal, the main purpose of being a government soldier is to give the family tax exemption, the government soldiers are obviously not dead, but the official government of the family has been unable to cancel this benefit, obviously it is a family with more than auspicious celebrations, and it has become an inferior middle household in an instant, and the heirs of the family are no longer qualified to be government soldiers.

The most serious thing is that the family thinks that the government soldiers are dead and will take back the land of the mouth......

Datang's post station is already very, very complete at this time, from the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, along the Tiankhan Road, riding a horse and galloping, running 7,480 miles, it takes 25 days to send the news to Chang'an, an average of 300 miles a day, very hard.

Of course, the above refers to urgent official documents and military reports, and the rest can only rush home slowly.

Writing letters to people is a very interesting thing, which fully satisfies Yun Chu's desire for gossip, and at the same time allows him to understand how the Tang people handle family affairs.

"The grandmother is above, the child kowtows to the second elder, the child is alive, and there is a military exploit, I don't know if the state and county can convey it, whether the bounty has been obtained.

Four years apart, whether Xiao Mustache grows up safely, if she grows up safely, she will pay all the money of a certain family, if the Zhang family can keep the door, she will be allowed, if not, she will be retired, and the trade-off is all in the grandmother's ......"

"Liu's wife and my wife see the words like meeting, you and I have parted for more than four years, when the cave room is still warm and can't bear to leave, however, the military drum has to go, Hanhai Pass is a place for men to make meritorious contributions, and when I cross the horse class, I will naturally allow you to be rich and glorious, and you will be splendid...... By the way, when I left, I was with you, day and night, are you pregnant? ”

"The grandmother is on top, the unfilial son is in the Tianshan Mountains, this letter, there is bad news to inform that the elder brother Gou Li'er died in Khotan, but unfortunately, when he died in battle, he did not capture it, and he could not bring glory to his grandmother, but it was the fault of the dog Li'er.

In the bitter cold land of the Tianshan Mountains, Zhu Li'er is still struggling to persevere, and I heard that she will be able to return to her hometown to serve her grandmother in three years. Finally, I would like to ask: Is the little lady of the Zhang family still unmarried, can you wait for me for another three years? ”

"Grandma'......"

Yun Chu was busy from noon to dusk, and wrote more than a dozen letters in one breath, although the words to be said by the parties were very concise, Yun Chu still beautified him as much as possible, otherwise, he didn't even greet his father and mother at first, and directly said that the family's money was kept for me, and it couldn't be spent on my brother, and if my wife didn't steal someone, she could stay at home, steal someone, leave her son, and divorce her wife. Wife, when we were separated, day and night, were you pregnant? Did you leave me a man and a woman......

In this way, it is too unsuitable for this beautiful Tang Dynasty, and it is not in line with the era when the embroidery mouth is half of the Tang Dynasty and the bright moon.

Although this day is very busy, Yun Chu still feels that this will be very helpful to his future writing level, as long as he persistently helps people write letters, and his writing level catches up with Li Bai, Du Fu is not a dream.

I have exercised my writing level, and I have won the gratitude of countless government soldiers, but these people are not good people, and the way to thank people is that they can stand in front of Yun Chu to block arrows for him after going to the battlefield, and no one mentioned Yun Chu's somewhat expected polishing skills.

Yun Chu was extremely skeptical about the feasibility of blocking the arrow, and finally laughed it off.

When he went back to the mulberry woodland to rest, Yun Chu saw the old sheepskin standing on the city wall, the old guy deliberately wore a pure black sheepskin coat in order to be more obvious today, and he stood on the city wall for several hours in such a hot weather, and he didn't know if he would suffer from heat stroke.

Yun Chu naturally ignored it, he was now in Daguan Lingyamen, and he was no longer willing to mix with people like Lao Sheepskin.

Therefore, he followed Hou San, who was as useful as a cow, with his hands behind his back, and entered the thick shade of the mulberry woodland.

Seeing Yun Chu's figure enter the mulberry woodland, a smile rippled on the wrinkled face of the old sheepskin, which first emerged from the depths of the eyes, and then overflowed into the corners of the eyes, rippling at the root of the mountain, and the wrinkled skin bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Master, he won't come back, the Tang people are people without conscience." A strong man kneeling behind the old sheepskin whispered.

The old sheepskin waved his hand and smiled, "Where can he go?" Although the Western Regions are very large, they are also very small, and friends cannot always be friends, and relatives can never always be relatives.

Once you enter samsara, it's all vain.

Let him be happy for a while, and before long he will not be able to live.

In this life, there is too much suffering, too few happy times, and if you can be happier a little more, you will be happier for a while, because it is happy, just like the flowers blooming on the other side of hell, just like the smile of the Buddha cutting the flesh, and like the footsteps of Xuanzang to the east and never returning, all of which are worth remembering. ”