Rise From the Humble

Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Wang Zhang anxiously held Wang Qiong in their arms, their moods fluctuated with the carriage, and they could not calm down for a long time.

When they were on their way in the carriage, the swearing-in ceremony in Shaoxing City had ended successfully.

However, the ceremony was just over and the oath-taking expedition had just begun.

"Master Governor, you are willing to lead the Zhejiang army to attack the Japanese pirates and risk your lives for us! How can we remain indifferent? I am a cloth maker and I have just brought 500 pieces of silk and satin. I am willing to ask your army Donate these 500 pieces of silk and satin. I heard that many of the demoted Tatar horsemen wear a layer of silk and satin next to their skin. This makes it easier to pull out the arrowhead even if it is hit by an arrow on the battlefield, even if it is a barbed arrowhead. ”

"I am just a small cloth merchant. Five hundred bolts of silk and satin are not much, but I have given you my heart. Please don't despise it, the governor, and don't refuse it. Don't hurt the patriotic heart of the common people."

A middle-aged man dressed as a shopkeeper stood up and said excitedly.

Before Zhu Pingan could speak, the shopkeeper waved wildly to the outside. While waving, he shouted, "Pull over, pull over, quickly pull the silk satin over. We defeated the Japanese pirates and won peace. We can earn ten A hundred times better satin.”

Everyone looked along his hand, and sure enough they saw a motorcade approaching quickly as he waved in the distance.

Everyone consciously moved out of the way.

"I can't do it, I can't do it. I won't get any reward for no merit, how can I be embarrassed about that?" Zhu Ping'an waved his hands repeatedly and said humbly.

"Sir, if you don't accept it, do you think you dislike me as a silk shopper?" The silk shopkeeper looked hurt.

"no."

Zhu Pingan explained quickly.

"Since it's not the case, then the governor will just accept it. Hurry up and donate the car and horse to your army."

The shopkeeper said quickly, fearing that Zhu Pingan would refuse.

"Thank you so much." Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked the satin shopkeeper again and again.

"The governor has killed the common people, what am I? The governor does not shy away from swords, and the Zhejiang army is not afraid of sacrifice. For our peaceful life, they risk their lives to fight against the Japanese pirates on the front line. It should be we who are grateful to the governor." "

The satin shopkeeper said with excitement.

"Everyone said it, right?" The silk shopkeeper turned to the people around him and said.

"Yes, yes, the shopkeeper is right. The governor and the Zhejiang Army soldiers are not afraid of sacrifices to fight against the Japanese pirates, all for our sake. We can live and do business in the back because of the governor and the Zhejiang Army. The blessing of soldiers."

"That's right, our peaceful days were bought by the governor and the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and blood on the front line."

"I also want to do my part. I'm not as rich as the shopkeeper. I'll donate thirty taels of silver to show my appreciation."

"I will donate too. I will donate too. I will donate a bag of rice. The rice I grow at home tastes delicious."

"There's still me, there's still me, I'll donate a horse"

Immediately, as if a switch was turned on, everyone onlookers started to join in, and many people rushed to donate.

"Sir, as you can see, this is the will of the people. You are the parent and official of our people, and you cannot go against the will of the people."

The satin shopkeeper took the opportunity to say.

"Yes, this is public opinion."

"The governor cannot refuse us."

All the people said one after another.

"It's difficult to control the sentiments of the people, and I feel sorry for the kindness of all the fellow villagers. I hereby guarantee that every penny and every grain of rice will be used on the officers and soldiers of the Zhejiang Army and in the battle against the Japanese pirates! "

Faced with the people's hospitality and the turbulent and enthusiastic public opinion, Zhu Pingan found it difficult to refuse, so he had no choice but to refuse.

Then, he continued.

"At the same time, in order to commend all the fellow citizens for their patriotism, I have decided to set up an honor list here to list the donors and donated items. Every citizen who donates will be listed on it."

This is the honor roll.

Originally, there were many people in the audience who actively donated. When they heard that Zhu Pingan was going to set up a list of honors, and everyone who donated would be listed on it, everyone's enthusiasm and enthusiasm were amplified a hundred times.

"I want to donate eighty taels of silver."

"I want to donate a pig."

"I want to donate one tael of silver. Although it is a little less, it is still my heart. This year I will work harder and strive to earn more money."

The common people shouted one after another.

"Thank you all, fellow citizens."

Zhu Pingan thanked all the people at the scene, and then took a huge piece of red rice paper from the sacrificial altar. He splashed ink and wrote three big characters "Honorable List" on the top of the rice paper.

Then, Zhu Pingan wrote a subtitle under the honor list, "In memory of those who donated generously to the country on the 23rd day of the first month of the Jiajing year of Xinhai, Zhu Pingan, the right minister of the Ministry of War and the governor of Zhejiang, wrote this in front of the Banner Temple. Show commendation.”

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After finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an ordered this huge red rice paper to be posted on the memorial archway in front of Qizhu Temple.

What a coincidence.

The length of this kind of red rice paper just fits the size of the bulletin board, and this one occupies a quarter of the size of the bulletin board.

Seeing the three characters "Honorable List" written by Zhu Pingan himself, as well as the inscription, and hearing the literate people around them read it, all the people were so excited that their blood boiled.

This is the title and inscription of the honor roll written by the governor himself.

And, listen, our governor called the donors on the honor roll as "scholars".

Scholars, ambitious people, talented people, knowledgeable people, righteous people, learned people, benevolent people, and people who are willing to give up money. What a noble, noble, and honorable title.

Donating people, the governor called us scholars.

As long as we donate to help the army, we can be listed on the list and become donors.

In the future, when I drink and chat with my buddies, I will have something to brag about. In the year of Xinhai, the governor and the big boss of the ministry called me a "donating person".

Even if I am old and can't walk, I can still tell my grandchildren about the glory of that year when I sit by the wall and bask in the sun.

The blood of the common people suddenly surged.

"May I ask this shopkeeper, what is your name?" Zhu Ping'an asked the first shopkeeper who donated with a brush.

"I am Wang Xiaoer, no, no, ahem, Xiaoer is my nickname, my real name is Wang Daqing."

The shopkeeper blurted out that his name was Wang Xiaoer, but he realized that he was wrong just after he finished speaking, waved his hand embarrassedly, and changed his name to Wang Daqing.

"Wang Daqing, Dafu Daqing, shopkeeper Wang, a good name." Zhu Ping'an smiled and praised Wang Daqing's name, then picked up the pen and wrote "Wang Daqing, donate 500 pieces of silk and satin" in the first column.

The silk and satin shopkeeper was so excited that he couldn't speak, his face was flushed.

The common people were envious and even more excited. They waved their hands and donated enthusiastically, and the scene was almost out of control.

Zhu Ping'an called three clerks to record in front of the honor roll, but there was still a shortage of manpower, so he found five volunteers who wrote well on the spot, which was barely enough.

Not far away, in a teahouse private room, Li Shu, Hua'er, and Qin'er stood in front of the window and looked over here. Hua'er covered her mouth and said, "Brother Wang seems a little nervous."

"You are so stupid. You have practiced so many times, and you still said it wrong." Li Shu rolled her eyes. (End of this chapter)