Nolan Meng's Timeless Tales Chapter 5

Beiping Prefecture belonged to Dadu Road in the Yuan Dynasty. It was reorganized in the first year of Hongwu and became part of Beiping Province in the following year. The government governs seven counties and five states, Wanping and Daxing counties are attached to the city, and Mengjiatun falls under Wanping County.

Wanping County Government Office is located in the west of the city. The courtyard wall is slightly worn and has a gray color. The ceremonial gate is tightly closed, leaving a side door for entry and exit.

If it weren't for the grievance drum outside the yamen and the soap officials in front of the yamen, it would be difficult to connect this building with the county yamen. In addition to the size of the land, it is not even comparable to ordinary wealthy households, and it is even incomparable to the xx government office buildings of later generations.

If it were Nolan Meng, he might sigh a few words, but for natives such as Meng Chongjiu, this kind of county government is normal. Since Taizu, there has been a rule in the Ming Dynasty officialdom not to repair the yamen. Unless the house collapses and the door falls down, no brick or tile on the facade will be touched.

Want a high-end atmosphere?

Any county Finn Magistrate who dares to build the county government office like this during his term of office will be put in jail. This was good luck. When Emperor Hongwu was in a bad mood, he would have to beheaded and exiled if not skinned and stuffed.

Emperor Hongwu hated official corruption the most, and strictly prohibited government servants from pursuing luxury. Once anyone got into his hands, no matter how big or small the mistake was, he would be severely punished.

Those who can use big bamboo boards will never use small bamboo boards, those who can live without a fixed term will never be sentenced to a fixed term, and those who can beheaded will never be exiled.

People who have major crimes are reduced by one level, but this does not apply to officials.

Is this what the so-called differential treatment and occupational discrimination probably mean?

If 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, so why is there such a big difference?

The county government hall is the Jieai Hall, which mainly handles criminal cases. The east of the hall is the curtain hall and the west of the hall is the warehouse.

Behind the lobby is the Jianri Hall. The back of the Jianri Hall is divided into east and west wings. It is the main place where the county Finn Magistrate, county Finn Magistrate, chief registrar and dianshi have their offices. It is also where the offices of the county Finn Magistrate and county party committee are located. General civil disputes are settled here. . If someone thinks that the second hall is not high enough and insists on going to the lobby, there is no way out. He can just rush to the street and kill a lot of people, and his dream will come true immediately.

Meng Chongjiu informed him of his intention, and a clerk introduced him to the wing where the chief registrar worked.

The chief official of Wanping County is named Nan, and he was born as a supervisor. During the Hongwu period, Wanping County Finn Magistrate was still at the seventh rank, and it was not until Yongle that he was promoted to the sixth rank. The chief clerk is still in the ninth rank, wearing a green official robe with a coiled collar, a black futou, and a black horn belt.

Meng Chongjiu called him Master Nan and bowed in salute. Master Nan quickly got up and stepped forward to help him up.

"Why are you here, senior?"

"With all due respect to the Master, I really have something to ask of you today."

"Oh?" Secretary Nan asked Meng Chongjiu to sit on the stool, "Is it because of family matters?"

"Exactly."

Nolan Meng's joining the army has caused a stir in the city. After all, people in ancient times lacked entertainment. In this northern land, under the eyes of King Yan, as a scholar, you have to be careful if you want to have a romantic relationship. It became a good pastime. Not only Chief Secretary Nan knew about this, but even the county Finn Magistrate and two county magistrates heard about it. The Prime Minister of Junjiang County and the Prime Minister of Liangma County were both half-military men. They were very interested in the idea of scholars joining the army. They also specifically asked the county scribes. The scribes only heard some rumors, but it was a man from Meng. The inspector at Jia Tongli gave a lot of "inside" information.

When Meng Chongjiu explained the reason in detail, Master Nan pondered for a moment and said: "If it is as the elder said, Meng Twelve Lang is really a man of great filial piety, I think the order will be fulfilled."

"Thank you, Chief."

"The Twelveth Prince is a child, and this matter needs to be reported to the Grand Order." Master Nan stood up and said, "Please come with me, senior."

The Finn Magistrate of Wanping County, whose surname is He and whose name is Yin, is resolute and capable. Although he was born as a scholar, he had the temperament of a warrior. In the words of future generations, this person did not like virtuality in everything and was a practical person. This can be seen from the extraordinary promotion he received after Ming Chengzu ascended the throne.

After seeing Meng Chongjiu, listening to the chief clerk's report, and making careful inquiries, Finn Magistrate immediately gave Nolan Meng the green light to join the army.

Although being an official in Hongwu years was risky, especially the higher the official position, striving for advancement was still the lifelong pursuit of every official.

If the targets of Nolan Meng's revenge were the people of the Ming Dynasty, Finn Magistrate would still consider it. If it were Tatars, there would be no problem at all. He would rather give up the path of fame to avenge his father and brother. He is an absolutely filial and brave man, and is commended. , must be greatly praised!

The emergence of people like Meng Twelve under the rule shows that local education has contributed, which is obviously a big political achievement. If he hadn't considered the impact, Finn Magistrate would probably write an article and post it himself, explaining what he had done.

Practical talents also need political achievements.

The aroma of wine is also afraid of the deep alley, right?

Of course, if Finn Magistrate gets the benefit, the county Finn Magistrate and others below will naturally not be left behind. There is no reason to live alone in officialdom.

Throughout history, although the officials of the Ming Dynasty were a bit unconventional and liked to quarrel at every turn. If the quarrels were not enough, they would also fight with fists and kicks. However, when necessary, everyone could still work together as a team, such as when they worked together to achieve political achievements.

The outcome of the incident was within Meng Chongjiu's expectation, but it was also somewhat beyond his expectation. I originally thought that I only needed to meet the chief secretary of the county, but I didn't expect that it would be the Finn Magistrate who would personally intervene. In this way, Twelve Lang's reputation was fulfilled.

What if you were kicked out of school?

A man who was praised by the county Finn Magistrate, the second Yin, and the chief registrar for his filial piety and bravery stopped studying and became a military household. If anyone wants to bully him again, he should think carefully.

After leaving the county government office, Meng Chongjiu untied the rope on the bullock cart and straightened his sleeves leisurely, Twelve Master, no matter what, you owe your uncle this favor.

When leaving the city, Meng Chongjiu met another group of knights. The soldiers guarding the city gate immediately let them go after seeing their waist badges. After the knights left, they dared to whisper a few words: "King Yan's guards... There is a wave ahead. I looked at the waist cards. The leader is a hundred households. I'm afraid they will go north..."

Sitting on the bullock cart, Meng Chongjiu twirled his gray beard, flicked his whip, and the old bull began to walk slowly in the direction of Mengjiatun.

Monk Meng Qing didn't know that his name was about to spread in the county, nor did he know that the county Finn Magistrate was planning to give him the title of "filial friend."

At this time, Meng Twelve Lang was standing behind the desk, holding up his pen with his wrist hanging, looking worried at the white paper spread out.

It was really an oversight. After all, my predecessor was also a child, and could write in beautiful Taige style, which was black and square, and the light was neat.

I changed the writing style, but what I wrote was a wild cursive hand. It was quite beautiful, but it had nothing to do with regular script.

Not taking the imperial examination does not mean that you will never write for the rest of your life. After joining the army, he always wrote letters home, right? As far as he knew, both Ivy Meng and his two sisters-in-law were literate. This was very unusual in the early Ming Dynasty when the illiteracy rate was quite high, and it was enough to give Nolan Meng a headache.

More importantly, he did not intend to be a top soldier for the rest of his life. Taige style was the official script of the Ming Dynasty. If he wanted to strive for the top, writing was a hurdle that he had to overcome.

In the Ming Dynasty, people who were selected for martial arts examinations had to pass the cultural exam first. If they failed the cultural exam, even if they were extremely powerful, they would still not be on the list. This is true for a warrior, not to mention that he has insufficient congenital conditions and obviously has more brainpower than physical strength.

Meng Qing and Chou were used to being wild and wanton, and suddenly it was fatal to have to behave in a disciplined manner.

If he had known this, why would he be pretending to be cool and handsome, or practicing being crazy?

"Uncle Twelve?"

Just as he was worried, the door was pushed open a crack, and two little girls were lying at the door, looking at Nolan Meng cautiously.

The old cat on the beam suddenly became energetic and started meowing towards the two little girls, which seemed to be bullying the weak.

Nolan Meng put down his pen and waved to the two little girls. His predecessor was really stupid at studying and was not very close to his two brothers, let alone his two nieces.

"Third Sister, Fifth Sister, come to Uncle Twelve."

Nolan Meng looked sideways at the beam, squinted his eyes, bared his teeth, and said, "Come down."

The voice was low and contained a hint of threat.

The old cat was very reluctant, but still jumped down from the rafter, stamped a few plum blossoms on the blank paper, squatted down, licked its paws and washed its face.

The two little girls finally opened the door and walked in. Only then did Nolan Meng see that Third Sister Meng was holding a large bowl with several sorghum flour pancakes in it.

"Uncle Twelve, I'll bring you the pancakes made by my mother."

Third Sister Meng was seven years old, and Fifth Sister Meng was six years old. They experienced family changes overnight, and their temperaments became much calmer.

Nolan Meng took the bowl, picked up a pancake and broke it open, "Have you eaten?"

Third Sister Meng shook her head, but then nodded immediately. Fifth Sister Meng said, "Mother left some porridge."

While he was talking, his eyes were looking at the pancake in Nolan Meng's hand, which was pulled by Third Sister Meng, "Uncle Twelve, let's go back to the stove to eat. Mom left some food for us."

Nolan Meng felt a little bitter in his mouth. He knew what was going on at home, and the food rations were all coming to him. At first he didn't pay attention, but by chance he saw human figures reflected in the porridge that Ivy Meng and his two sisters-in-law were drinking, and he couldn't explain how he felt.

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

"Third sister, fifth sister, and twelfth uncle can't eat so much." Nolan Meng handed the broken pancake to the two little girls, "Eat it with twelfth uncle."

"But mother said..."

"Don't you listen to Uncle Twelve?"

"Listen!" Fifth Sister Meng took the pancake, broke it open, and handed the big half back to Nolan Meng, "Uncle Twelve will eat it too."

"good."

Looking at the little girl holding the sorghum pancakes like two little hamsters and munching them, she took two bites and raised her head to make sure that Nolan Meng was also eating, and she smiled and rolled her eyes. Nolan Meng seemed to understand what those little girls in the company meant by "cute", and a weird plot arose spontaneously.

There was a red heart on top of her head, and she happened to meet Meng Wujie's childlike big eyes. A bolt of lightning struck in the air. She gritted her teeth, turned her head, thumped her chest, and spat out a mouthful of old blood, beast! Beast!

"Uncle Twelve?"

"fine."

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

"Third sister, fifth sister, and twelfth uncle will definitely let you live a good life." Nolan Meng squatted on the ground, holding a pancake in his mouth, combing his hair with one hand, and put his other arm on his knees, looking at the two little girls Ping Qi said, "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, I will beat them all over their faces!"

The two little girls seemed to understand, but the so-called Shili Hongzhuang was far less attractive to them than a sorghum pancake.

Inside the door, the uncle and nephew were sharing the cakes. Outside the door, Mrs. Ivy Meng turned around, took out the handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked away without making a sound.