Wei and Jin Cooks

Chapter 1239 Visit

The day before yesterday, Zhao Hanzhang personally wrote an article wishing the people of Jin a happy New Year's Eve and looking forward to the future. In it, he used a lot of space to praise the officials, migrant workers, and soldiers who were managing the Yellow River.

They gave up the opportunity to reunite with their families, but still stayed along the Yellow River during the New Year, braving the cold and pain to dredge the Yellow River and prevent floods in the next year. They made a great contribution!

Everyone in Jin should be grateful to them, because dredging the Yellow River was not just for themselves, but also for the people along the Yellow River.

 Being members of the same country, sharing the same sky, their destinies are closely related, and everyone in the world has enjoyed their hard work.

 This article was published in yesterday's Di newspaper and was delivered to the camp at noon today.

This is the right of officials. Officials of rank six or above can get a Di'an newspaper for free. For an official like Shen Ruhui who is in charge of work outside, the people at the post station will even personally deliver the Di'an newspaper to him, along with the official documents. .

Shen Xian moved a stool, and Shen Ruhui stood on it, holding a loudspeaker and saying to everyone: "Everyone, the general wrote a letter to everyone yesterday. I will read it to everyone."

 The lively camp gradually became quiet, and everyone turned to look at Shen Ruhui.

Shen Ruhui took the Di newspaper and said loudly: "Respect the people of the world, Han people, Baiyue, Xiongnu, Xianbei, Jie people, all people living on Jin soil, in the past year, we finally ended Chaos war, North and South achieve reunification..."

Fu Tinghan stood on a stool with a trumpet, "The war is over, and half of the suffering is gone. We will overcome the remaining hunger and cold one by one in the future..."

Across the river, in the military camp stationed on the other side of the Yellow River, General Chen Shen shouted loudly, "If the Yellow River leaks, it will harm thousands of miles. For the benefit of the people, they braved the cold to clean up the mud and repair the dams. To this day, thousands of families But when they were reunited with their families, they were still digging dirt by the Yellow River..."

In the camps on both sides of the Yellow River, the firelight is as bright as the stars in the sky. Looking from a high place, the campfires are like pearls dotted on both sides of a belt. All the camps are reading this letter from Zhao Hanzhang.

 This is their merit and her gift to them.

Some people in the crowd sobbed lowly and choked up, "The general said that we have meritorious service, and even praised us in front of the world..."

"I am twenty-five years old this year. I have served three times before. No official has ever praised us. They will only whip us and call us cheap and slow. It will only delay the process. But the general said that our service is meritorious." …”

Zhao Hanzhang not only said this in the Di newspaper, but also said this at the palace banquet, "This year, the officials, migrant workers, and soldiers guarding the banks of the Yellow River have worked the hardest and contributed the most."

Chang Ning immediately suggested, "The people are in such hardship, and all officials should share the suffering. This year, we should be frugal during the New Year. Please ask the general to order the people not to be extravagant."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "There are many happy events this year, and everyone should be happy. For the people, whether officials are frugal has little to do with them. Officials will never misappropriate the people's things for luxury, right?"

 Everyone responded quickly, saying that no official dared to embezzle public funds.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded with satisfaction and said: "Rather than sharing suffering, I prefer to share wealth and honor with the people. You should think of ways to reward the migrant workers and soldiers who have worked hard to manage the Yellow River."

She wouldn't ask them to be frugal during the New Year. There are countless helpers in Luoyang who are looking forward to banquets hosted by the rich and powerful, and they can make some money from it.

Although what the common people earn may only be mosquito legs, mosquito legs are also meat, right?

　　thrift is advocated. If the money of the rich and powerful remains in the warehouse, they themselves will be the richest, and the common people will not be left behind.

However, the rich people outside can spend the New Year in wealth, but the emperor and she cannot.

She said to the little emperor: "We can't force others to be frugal with us, but as the superiors, we should take the lead in frugality. What's more, what we eat and drink depends on the people's fat and oil. If we are frugal, the people will pay less."

In addition to agreeing, does the little emperor dare to refuse?

The banquet only lasted until Haishi. When Zhao Hanzhang left the palace, he said to the young emperor: "It is rare to celebrate the New Year. You have no schoolwork and government affairs before the Lantern Festival this year. I also want to have a good rest for a few days, so I will not enter the palace to disturb Your Majesty for the time being."

The little emperor got what he wanted, so he suppressed his joy and sent Zhao Hanzhang outside the main hall. When he returned to the palace, he rolled around on the bed excitedly.

 Finally, I don’t have to do homework or approve official documents during the Chinese New Year. I was so excited that I burst into tears. Zhao Hanzhang returned to the General’s Mansion, and not long after, a group of 100 cavalrymen appeared quietly on the street.

 The cavalry were all wearing armor and cloaks, and because it was winter, their faces were covered to keep out the wind and cold.

Zeng Yue stood at the gate and watched them leave. When they were far away, he ordered the door to be closed. Then he returned to the inner courtyard, looked at each other through the door and turned around silently to rest next door.

This team of 100 people arrived at the west city gate smoothly, showed the warrant and token to the city gate official, and then let them go.

It was naturally impossible to open the city gate, as that would make too much noise, so they opened the small gate on the side, allowing only one horse to pass through.

 After the hundred people went out and closed the door again, a soldier whispered: "The one at the head seems to be Zhao Ya, the maid next to the general. Are they going to deliver something to Fu Shangshu?"

"How can you discuss the general's family affairs? Go back and copy the general's regulations ten times!"

The soldier's skin tightens and he lowers his head and says "yes".

 The nights are long in winter, it gets dark earlier and gets light later.

Fu Tinghan had given an early order to rest on the first day of the new year, so the whole camp got up late. Everyone just let themselves be drowsy until the rich smell of porridge came, and they slowly opened their eyes.

 Looking outside, the sun was dazzling, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's noon, get up quickly, the kitchen people are also getting up late, alas, we missed one meal, we only have two meals to eat today."

One person touched his belly and laughed and said, "I ate enough last night, and I still feel full now."

 “Give me your share later.”

“If I don’t give it, I’m not hungry, but my stomach can still hold it.”

Everyone got up laughing and laughing. After washing briefly, they took their big bowls and went to the kitchen to ask for food.

Today’s brunch is also very rich, including a big bowl of meat porridge and two steamed buns.

It is real meat porridge. Almost everyone can see minced meat in the bowl, and the porridge is so thick that there is almost no trace of porridge water.

A migrant worker carefully took a sip first to avoid spilling the porridge. The salty taste exploded on the tip of his tongue. He said with a satisfied smile: "It's delicious, it's delicious. It would be great if every day was Chinese New Year."

 He brought it to an open place and wanted to eat it while basking in the sun. Occasionally, he looked up and saw a piece of black moving towards them quickly in the distance.

He lowered his head, and when he realized what it was, he raised his head suddenly and glared at that place, "Cavalry, cavalry, is it the Huns?"

The people next to him also saw it and reacted faster than him, "What kind of Huns are you? Isn't the king of the Huns now presiding over digging mud sixty miles away from us? Then, those are the general's people, right? ?”

They guessed here that a scout had already rushed to find Fu Tinghan and happily reported: "Shang Shu, the general is here to see you, no, he is here to see the migrant workers and soldiers."

See you tomorrow

 (End of this chapter)