The rise of the poor

Chapter 1076 was demoted to Jingnan
It was sunset again, and the western sky looked like a girl wearing blue rouge powder makeup, so red, so charming, so beautiful.

There is no dusk in the prison, only darkness.

Zhu Pingan wrote and drew tirelessly on the muddy ground by leaning against the prison fence by the firelight in the aisle.

"Hey, nerd, it's time for dinner."

The jailer came with a wooden bucket, raised a long-handled spoon with rice grains on it, and knocked on the prison fence to remind Zhu Pingan. Then, like feeding a pig, he dug two spoonfuls of rice from the wooden bucket with the long-handled spoon and put it in the bowl. Here, pass it to Zhu Ping'an.

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhu Pingan thanked him, took the bowl and put it under his feet, and continued to write and draw with the wooden stick in his hand.

The first volume of "Records of Military Training" by Qi Jiguang, a famous anti-Japanese general, is almost finished silently, and it is not too late to eat after it is finished.With the silent writing of "Records of Military Training", Zhu Ping'an's understanding and comprehension of military affairs is also slowly deepening.

Reading a hundred times is self-evident, and copying a book once is better than reading a hundred times. Zhu Pingan personally believes in this.

As for the silent writing of "Real Records of Military Training", it was because the northern captives of the Ming Dynasty and the southern Japanese were involved in military affairs. No matter what position one was in, it would not hurt to know more about these strategies and methods of military training.Even if I am in the capital, as a civil servant, I can understand the battle report from the frontline military officers in the future.

In fact, not only "Records of Military Training", Zhu Pingan also silently wrote military books such as "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "General Essentials of Wu Jing" in the imperial prison.Of course, there are not only military books, but Zhu Pingan also wrote and recited a lot of political and economic works in prison.In the imperial prison, Zhu Ping'an's greatest wealth is time. Although the conditions in the imperial prison are difficult, it is rare that no one disturbs him. Zhu Pingan can concentrate on studying the knowledge he is interested in.

"I don't eat actively, and I have problems with my brain. In this prison, reading and practicing handwriting are very useful, and I still want to go out. Heh, I have worked in this prison for more than ten years. There are so many people coming in, but I haven't seen it. There are a few who can go out. What to do if you torture yourself like this, it’s better to sleep in, and you can live every day.”

The jailer couldn't help but shook his head and taunted Zhu Pingan. He inspected the cell these days, and every time he visited Zhu Pingan, he saw that Zhu Pingan was either endorsing or practicing calligraphy. It has been turned over several times, and the mud is almost turning into sand. I am very impressed with this nerd.

In his opinion, Zhu Ping'an has already entered the Imperial Prison, so why bother himself so much, memorizing calligraphy is so boring, tiring and annoying, with the skill of memorizing and practicing calligraphy, why not sleep a little longer like other prisoners , an extra day of sleep is a day.

muddle along.

This is the state that prisoners in prison should have.

"I heard the Tao in the morning, and I will die in the evening." Zhu Ping raised his head and smiled slightly.How many people in history studied and studied knowledge, the more difficult and difficult they became, the more angry they became, and they finally achieved something. For example, when Confucius was so poor between Chen and Cai, he didn’t pour a soup, and he didn’t taste a grain for seven days, but he gave lectures, recited books, and played the piano all day long. Keep going and become a saint.My own talent is less than one-tenth of that of Confucius and other sages. Only with a lot of hard work can I be able to hold a candle to it.

"What do you mean?" The jailer looked blank, then shook his head, and said mockingly, "I don't know if you mean it, but I know that if you don't even know how to eat, you're not far from starving to death."

"Hehe, thank you for reminding me, I will eat this volume after I finish writing it." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly.

"What a nerd. In this prison, there is a ball for writing. Why, do you still want to go out?" The jailer looked at Zhu Ping'an.

"Hehe, rice is material food, and books are spiritual food. The body needs to be full, but the spirit can't be hungry either. Besides, to be honest, I really want to go out. You have to have a little dream in life, otherwise it's different from a salted fish. As soon as it is realized." Zhu Pingan smiled, and finally replied by borrowing the famous words of Master Xing.

"What if it comes true? Hehe, you are really a nerd. After you finish eating later, lie down there, and your dream will come true."

The jailer shook his head and sneered, feeling that Zhu Ping'an was whimsical, wanting to go out after entering the imperial prison, it was a dream.

Zhu Pingan smiled, didn't speak any more, lowered his head and continued to silently write the first volume of "Records of Military Training", which was almost completed.

“What a nerd”

The jailer felt that Zhu Ping'an was hopeless, shook his head, and left with a bucket in his hand.

"The decree has arrived!"

But just as the jailer was about to reach the corner of the aisle, he suddenly heard a sharp voice from the other side of the aisle.

Holy decree? !
When the jailer heard the word "imperial decree", he knelt down on the side of the aisle with a conditioned reflex, avoiding it.

Soon, a group of people walked over from the aisle. Three eunuchs led the way, and the leading eunuch held a scroll of black horn scrolls in his hands respectfully, accompanied by a team of royal guards.

A group of people passed by the kneeling jailer and went straight to Zhu Ping'an's cell. The kneeling jailer saw the group of people who read out the imperial decree stop in front of Zhu Pingan's cell out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Ping'an That sentence: You have to have a dream to be a human being, otherwise what is the difference with a salted fish? What if it comes true?
You won't be really hit by this nerd, will you? !
The jailer's eyelids twitched, and then he shook his head again, no way, this nerd was imprisoned by the order of the emperor, how could he be released again by order, the emperor's golden words, how could he change his mind so quickly.

Could it be that he ordered the execution of this nerd? !

It's a pity, this nerd doesn't look like a treacherous and evil person, and the jailer couldn't help pity Zhu Pingan again.In fact, although the jailer often taunts Zhu Pingan, he still admires Zhu Pingan's persistence in reading and practicing calligraphy in the imperial prison.Therefore, three meals a day have never been left behind by Zhu Pingan.

"Hehe, Master Zhu, we meet again."

The leading eunuch was Meng Chong who had left in the morning. He came to Zhu Pingan's cell and said to Zhu Pingan with a smile.

Seeing Meng Chong, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but get excited. Meng Chong only received an order in the morning for questioning, and came to announce the order in the evening. Looking at Meng Chong's smiling face, it was obvious that he had brought good news.

Although Zhu Pingan was somewhat sure of this moment after Meng Chong's interrogation in the morning, Zhu Pingan still couldn't help being excited when he saw the smiling Meng Chong and the imperial decree in his hand.

"Eunuch Meng." Zhu Pingan held back the excitement in his heart, and replied softly, cupping his hands.

"Master Qianhu, please ask someone to open the cell door so that the miscellaneous family can announce the decree to Lord Zhu." Meng Chong said to the leader of Jinyiwei accompanying him with a smile.

The leader of Jin Yiwei nodded, and ordered someone to open Zhu Ping'an's cell door.

"The imperial edict has arrived, and Zhu Ping'an will accept it." Meng Chong unfolded the imperial edict.

"Sinner Zhu Ping'an, pay homage to my emperor, long live my emperor." Zhu Ping paid respects to the imperial decree.

"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor said: Zhu Ping'an, a scholar in Yuwang's mansion, did not report what he knew, covered up and protected him, concealed Yang Jisheng's crimes, and slandered the ministers. Thinking of the first crime, he has merit, and he was demoted to the county magistrate of Jingnan."

The voice of Meng Chong reading the imperial decree echoed in the prison.

really went out? !

The jailer kneeling on the ground looked shocked and unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)