"It's true that a good rain comes at the right time. It started to rain just as we were harvesting our rice."
After the rice was harvested, it started to drizzle, and the people who had already returned to the warehouse could not help but feel grateful.
The most feared thing during autumn harvest is rain. Once it rains, the rice in the fields will not be harvested in time and will rot in the fields, resulting in a reduction in yield. If the rice that is drying in the sun is exposed to rain, it will easily become moldy and rot, which is even more unfortunate.
So people were thankful that it rained after the autumn harvest.
"Although the rice production this year is lower than in previous years, our county magistrate applied to the court for tax reduction on our behalf. Villages affected by the pirates were exempted from taxes, and villages not affected by the pirates also had their taxes reduced by 30%. This year, we ordinary people can finally have a good year."
"Yes, God is good, and the county magistrate is also good. We finally have a good year. It's a pity that the county magistrate will be promoted soon. I don't know if the next county magistrate will be as good as our county magistrate."
"Don't even think about it. I'm afraid I'll never meet a magistrate as good as our magistrate. Let's not talk about anything else, just say that he allowed the prisoners to go home for the autumn harvest. Which magistrate has the responsibility and courage to do that?! If the next magistrate can be even 30% as good as our magistrate, I'll wake up laughing in my dreams."
The busy farming season is over and it is raining again. People can't do any other work, so they sit at home and chat and express their feelings.
The prisoners that Zhu Ping'an had specially allowed to go home to participate in the autumn harvest returned to prison as promised after the harvest, without missing a single one. The county magistrate loved the people like his own children and released all the prisoners for the autumn harvest; the prisoners returned the favor and returned to prison as promised. This story became another annual legend, a curious anecdote that quickly spread from Jingnan to other places.
Zhu Ping'an was no longer the unknown person he once was. As the news spread, he became famous among the people.
It was drizzling, not heavy, but it had been raining for two days and two nights and there was no sign of it stopping.
People welcome this continuous drizzle. The harvest is over, the warehouses are full, let it rain if it wants, and you can take the opportunity to stay at home for a few days and have a good rest.
People were staying at home, conflicts and disputes decreased significantly, and basically no one came to the county government to file lawsuits. In addition, it was raining and people could not go out to work, so the plans to repair the city walls and build beacon towers had to be postponed. The county government became much quieter for a while.
"The selection of soldiers is important, but it varies from time to time, and it is difficult to stick to a single method. If it is in the early days, when the army was recruited, or if it is in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when the army was used for a long time, then the selection method is the same. Today, the world is peaceful, the people have forgotten about war, and the carriages and books are mixed. Suddenly, there is a change..."
Zhu Ping'an had a rare moment of free time, so he began to search his memory and copy from memory the "Ji Xiao Xin Shu" and "Lian Bing Shi Ji" that he had read in modern times. While copying and copying, he also studied and pondered over the essence of the books.
Both "Jixiao Xinshu" and "Lianbing Shiji" are summaries of the military experience of Qi Jiguang, a famous general who fought against Japanese pirates. They are very applicable to the Ming Dynasty today. This is the advantage of Zhu Ping'an's hundreds of years of experience. Qi Jiguang is still serving as the commander of Dengzhou Guards, and it will take him several decades to summarize these two military masterpieces, while Zhu Ping'an can already absorb the nutrition of these two military masterpieces in advance.
Zhu Ping'an was devoted to military classics such as "Jixiao Xinshu" and "Lianbing Shiji" during this period, firstly because the Japanese invasion in Jiangnan was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and it would soon break out and intensify; secondly, Zhu Ping'an was appointed as the assistant of the Ministry of Justice and Inspection. Compared with the previous dynasty, the Ming Dynasty abolished the militia envoy and replaced it with the inspector and the military preparation department to manage the militia affairs. When Zhu Ping'an received the official document of promotion, he heard from the official who submitted the document that there were four sub-circuit roads in Zhejiang, namely Hangyan Road, Ningshao Road, Jiahu Road, and Jinqu Road. Because of his outstanding performance in Jingnan's anti-Japanese war, the higher-ups intended to let him take charge of the militia and grain storage affairs of a certain sub-circuit road as the assistant of the Ministry of Justice and Inspection.
An incompetent general can tire out the whole army. Since I know that after I take office as the assistant to the judicial commissioner, I will probably be in charge of the militia affairs of the patrol, I must quickly enrich my military knowledge and improve my military command and other qualities. The most important affairs of a country are sacrifices and wars. There is no trivial matter in military affairs, and we must pay ten thousand times the attention.
In fact, Zhu Ping'an was very much looking forward to the separate militia training.
Zhu Ping'an had sworn before that he would eliminate all the Japanese pirates in the Ming Dynasty and lead the army to lash out at the Japanese chieftains of the island nation. Now that he had the opportunity to get involved in the military and fulfill his oath, Zhu Ping'an naturally had to make adequate preparations and firmly grasp this opportunity.
When the Japanese invaded, countless lives were lost!
I can't stand it!
The night was long and the sound of rain accompanied him. Zhu Ping'an studied until about three o'clock in the morning, then he turned off the light and went to the bedroom to rest.
The drizzle had been falling for five days. It was when Zhu Ping'an was having lunch at noon that he heard Hua'er mumbling and suddenly realized that this continuous autumn rain had been falling for five days and had hardly stopped.
Zhu Ping'an suddenly thought of something, put down his chopsticks, walked quickly out the door, and checked the amount of rain in the yard.
"Uncle, uncle, these shrimp cakes won't taste good if they're cold, and the shark fin soup tastes better when it's hot."
"Oh, I almost forgot, Master, it's still raining outside. You need to hold an umbrella. It's easy to catch a cold if you get wet. If you feel unwell, the young lady will definitely scold me for not taking good care of you, Master."
When the maid Hua'er saw Zhu Ping'an put down his chopsticks and went out after only taking a few bites, she couldn't help but pout and hurriedly covered the dishes with bowls and plates to reduce the heat dissipation. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered that it was raining outside and that her son-in-law seemed to have gone out without an umbrella. She suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and hurriedly went out with an umbrella to chase after him.
As soon as I went out, I saw my son-in-law in the yard, looking up at the sky for a while, then looking down at the water in the yard, like a silly goose. Baozi's maid Hua'er's cheeks suddenly became more puffy. It was a drizzle, not chicken legs, how could it be as delicious as the food I cooked? What's so beautiful about the water in the yard? How could it be... ... How could it be... ... How could it be as beautiful as my painting? I dressed up well before going out, put on makeup, painted eyebrows, and applied lipstick... ... My son-in-law didn't even look at me properly... ...
The young lady also asked me to warm the bed for my uncle and feed him... But the bed was so warm that it burned my hands, and my uncle didn't come...
The more the chubby little maid Hua'er thought about it, the puffier her face became, but that didn't stop her from running very fast. She stood on tiptoe and raised the red oil-paper umbrella high up, holding it over Zhu Ping'an's head. She almost held the entire umbrella over Zhu Ping'an's head, while she herself was outside in the rain.
"Something's wrong." Zhu Ping'an frowned, as if he was talking to Hua'er, or as if he was talking to himself.
"Of course it's not right. I have someone warm my bed every day, but my husband never comes..." The chubby little maid Hua'er said it reflexively. As soon as she said it, she realized that it was wrong, and her little face was filled with shame.
Oh, I am so embarrassed. How could I say all my true feelings out loud? But, the lady did tell me...
The little maid Hua'er was so embarrassed that her ears turned red.
"What? I mean this rain is not right..."
Zhu Ping'an tapped Hua'er on the forehead, took the umbrella from Hua'er's hand, straightened it, and covered both of them under the umbrella.
This simple and silly girl has been deeply poisoned by feudal ideas.
"Uncle, it hurts..."
Hua'er covered her forehead with her hands. When she saw her brother-in-law holding an umbrella over her head, her eyes became blurry and her voice became like a cat's.