A sequential sound came from outside the window, awakening Zhu Cixuan in his sleep. Because the script of the country's destruction and family's demise has been irreversibly advanced, his sleeping condition has always been bad, and a little sound will be awakened. This kind of movement and stillness is becoming louder and even connected into a circle, rustling into a rhyme, dispelling Zhu Cixuan's last bit of sleepiness.

Zhu Cixuan was wearing his clothes, and a low voice came from outside the eunuch on duty: "Your Highness, do you want tea?"

Zhu Cixuan's voice was also filled with a sleepy tone: "What time is it?"

"Yes," the eunuch hurriedly ran over to look at the Thais' clock, "Go back to Your Highness, it's 2:20 now." He was not used to the hours used by Thais, but His Highness seemed to favor this method of timing, so that all those who work by Your Highness had to learn to look at the clocks.

"How long has it rained?" Zhu Cixuan asked, and then said, "Prepare some hot water."

The eunuch first replied, "It's not long before we go down", and then said, "Your Highness, this night cold is too heavy, let's take a rest for a while."

"Prepare water, I'm going to the war room." Zhu Cixuan ignored the eunuch's advice.

The little eunuch dared not say much, and quickly asked people outside to bring hot water and snacks, and came in to serve Zhu Cilang to wear clothes and comb his hair. Since he was born in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Cilang has never learned to wear traditional clothes himself. He was useless to be able to wear casual clothes. He only had two eyes on the court clothes, and gradually became accustomed to the setting of helping people wear clothes.

Although it was a little uncomfortable at first, it was quite convenient once it got used to it.

Zhu Cilang packed up and walked straight to the outer courtyard. There were two wing rooms in the east and west, with a war room on the west, with a sand table map and a military book. The east was a civil hall. He mainly met with civil affairs officials in Ruzhou and the inspectors and the like. It is difficult to walk on the territory of Henan now, and the Henan governor has not come to visit it yet. I don’t know if he was deliberately avoiding it or was really trapped on the road.

"Hey, why is there no one on duty in the Civil Department?" Zhu Cixuan asked that someone should be on duty at any time to handle emergency matters. Especially now that Ruzhou is martial law, civil pressure is greater than military pressure.

Judging from Liu Zongmin's tentative attack the day before, it does not seem like he is determined to attack the city, so as long as there is no turmoil within Ruzhou, there will be no worries about losing the city. To be stable internally, the best way is to let the people eat and drink and release their resentment appropriately. These are the work of the Civil Department: we must personally investigate the livelihood situation of the neighbors, coordinate the relationship between local governments, and urge the people-friendly officials to perform their duties. Every day is a lot of things, and no day is the light of the candles all night.

However, today the Civil Hall was pitch black and there was no sign of someone on duty.

"Go back to Your Highness," the eunuch said on the side, "Maybe Mr. Zhang has already fallen asleep."

"Master Zhang?" Zhu Cixuan asked, "Which Master Zhang? Is he a friend of the East Palace?"

"Mr. Zhang is just a disciple. I heard that he had worked as a clerk in the Hanlin Academy before." The eunuch said: "Every time it's his turn to be on the night, he will definitely go to bed at noon."

Zhu Cixuan was used to seeing his subordinates being late and leaving early. Some were flexible in work, some were free and casual, and some were indeed outstanding in abilities. He did not rush to make a conclusion, but just walked over. He wanted to see how experienced this "master" was.

The eunuch quickly turned on the light to lead the way, and he was about to slap the door when he went up. Zhu Cilang grabbed him and whispered: "Has he tied up?"

The door has no latch.

The civil hall is a typical wing room structure, with two suites, one large and one small. The larger one can be used to meet visitors, and the smaller one is a business room that stacks information. The staff put a spring stool in the business room, stacking books in the daytime, and only use them as shorts. When they are tired at night, they can move the book book and lay bedding, and immediately become a single bed.

Zhu Cilang went in without hiding his footsteps. The man inside slept deep, and even the lantern shone on the door, he didn't wake up. Zhu Cilang looked at his face with the lights. It turned out to be a "master". He was about sixty years old, with gray beard and gray hair, and his thin face and neck were full of wrinkles.

There is only one thing that doesn’t look old: no elderly person can sleep so hard.

"Why did people of such an old age come with you?" Zhu Cilang frowned slightly and said to the eunuch: "Tomorrow, tell Wu Weiye that older people can stay in Beijing without having to go around." The soldiers here are dangerous and wars are dangerous, and all supplies must be given priority in the supply camp. Older people may not be able to hold on. Zhu Cilang knows how difficult it is to find a reliable literate person now, and it is not enough to waste it like this.

"Who!" Mr. Zhang suddenly screamed from the dream, but his eyes were not opened yet.

Zhu Cixuan took a step back and replied in a deep voice: "It's me."

Only then did Mr. Zhang hold up, revealing a coarse cloth mid laner, who was sleeping seriously. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhu Cilang for a full dozen breaths. Then he jumped off the spring bench quickly and bowed without any old attitude: "Subor Zhang Shiqi, pay homage to the Crown Prince."

"No gift." Zhu Cixuan took a step forward, sat down in front of the desk, glanced at the neatly stacked documents on the table, but couldn't feel dissatisfied. He said, "Why do you have to run around like this when you are old? There is still something to do in the capital."

Zhang Shiqi entered the East Palace to be a friend of the club through Li Mingrui's relationship. He thought he had made some contributions and could be appreciated more quickly in the East Palace. After entering the attendant's room, he learned that Li Mingrui stated that he was the prince's teacher, but in fact he had just been in service. He was arrested for talking about the prince behind his back, and his future was bleak.

Following the wrong person made Zhang Shiqi particularly depressed, but he couldn't go back to the Hanlin Academy, so he had to settle down first. Anyway, he wasted his whole life and it was not so many years away. Who knows about the future? He just stayed for a while and met the prince going to Luoyang to pacify the army, so Zhang Shiqi had to follow him.

Being able to fight with the prince is the most dazzling mark in life experience.

"I am only dying in my destiny and I am still young." Zhang Shiqi's courage came from, so she blurted out.

Zhu Cilang was stunned at first, then laughed again, and said with a smile: "Yes, if you say you want to kill the enemy, you will be old. But when it comes to governing the country and maintaining peace, you are still in a state of peace compared to Jiang Ziya."

Zhang Shiqi was also happy, and no matter what future will be, just talking about this anecdote tonight is enough to spread it to his descendants: Your grandfather, I was also a person who was chatting and laughing with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back then!

He smiled and said, "Your Highness is a rude. I have no power to tie a chicken. Even if I am thirty years earlier, I will not be able to fight for you. If you say that you are a talented person in governing the country and ensuring national security, and because of your talent, you will not be able to become a Duke and Marquis in another thirty years."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "I heard from the sir that I have a proud stranger, but I don't know."

"I have been a little stubborn since I was a child, and I can never forget it." Zhang Shiqi did not hide it, and quickly seized the opportunity to recommend himself: "Although the skill of Weimo Dust is laughing at the temple, it may not be impossible to try Bailihou."

Officials joked that the county magistrate was called Bailihou.

This official position is the starting point of many Jinshi with low rankings, and can also be selected by tribute students with good reputation and good grades, or by senior officials with outstanding assessments. Zhang Shiqi himself has a reputation as a juren, a well-deserved "master", and has been a clerk in the Hanlin Academy for many years, and his qualifications are sufficient. It is appropriate to ask Zhu Cilang for the position of a county magistrate.

Zhu Cixuan has been considering the civil affairs issues in his future base. He does not trust old officials, but it is not possible to train new officials in ten days or half a month. There is still room for improvement in civil affairs issues. If it is placed in a judicial office like the Censorate of the Criminal Office, it will definitely be careless.

"How many people are in Ruzhou City? How many Dingkou are there? How many households are there?" Zhu Cixuan picked up the newly compiled yellow book on the case and asked.

There is still a fragrance of ink left on the yellow book, which is just copied. Zhang Shiqi has never forgotten it at all. What's more, it's what he wrote, and Lang Lang deals with it right now. There is no bump in it.

Zhu Cixuan took the exam to study memory skills, then closed the yellow book and asked again: "Now there are more and more people who have fled from the prefectures and counties. As a county magistrate, how should we take care of it?"

Zhang Shiqi was delighted, he was looking at his policy.

Since the reverence of Confucianism, Chinese officials have not received strict political education in history, but they are like disciples taught by a master. In general, they pay attention to a "province and righteousness". Under this principle, the law is not just human feelings. As long as one's character is still acceptable, the governance will basically be within a reasonable range. It will not lead to a lot of public grievances.

When the state dynasty was in power, Emperor Taizu Gao knew the illness of officials harming the people, so he increased the punishment for county officials who disturbed the people. At the same time, the conditions and times for county officials to go to the countryside were stipulated to form customization. This was also the system of "imperial power not going to the countryside" that was followed later, and in the eyes of the Ming people, it was the good governance that the state dynasty was better than the Zhao Song.

Overall, as long as the officials of the state do not do things, they have done good things.

Zhang Shiqi read the Confucian righteousness he had read in his heart, and returned to the question of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Since His Royal Highness focused on "as a county magistrate who is in charge", then the answer to the treatment of inaction and resting in peace may not be as perfect as above. He coughed lightly and decided to give it a try.

"Your Highness," said Zhang Shiqi, "Subordinates think that: a county official is a parent of a place, it is better to be quit. Those who escape from the household registration have no place to rely on. If they blindly intercept them, they will only force them to be thieves. If the county official can sort out the land, open up land and plant them to settle the fields and farmers; build water conservancy, level the official roads, and replace the gangsters with relief. They do not respect their parents, but the people love them by their parents. This is the way to be an official for a hundred miles."

Zhu Ciyang nodded and said, "How is your ancient Chinese?"

The Ming people used the eight-legged essay to make art as the current text, and the Han and Tang dynasties as the ancient text. If you want to be an official, you must first obtain the qualifications of a Jinshi Juren through the art. After becoming an official, you must focus on ancient texts, otherwise your knowledge will be too narrow, your rhetoric will be lacking, and the things you write will have no charm, and others cannot understand the use of allusions. This will be ridiculed.

Zhang Shiqi was so old that he failed to pass the Jinshi exam, which was enough to prove that his writing was mediocre. Zhu Cilang only asked about ancient Chinese, which gave him the opportunity to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

"I am concerned about ancient Chinese literature, so it is difficult for me to improve my current literature." Zhang Shiqi said immediately.

Zhu Cilang nodded: "Ancient texts are as important as history. Whose articles do you like when reading ancient texts?"

"I have learned the composition of Han Wengong," Zhang Shiqi said.

Han Wengong refers to Han Yu, who "the rise and fall of literature in the eight generations", and was also regarded by later generations as the advocate of the ancient literature movement and the leader of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song dynasties. His literary style had a profound influence on the Song people and was praised by Ouyang Xiu, a generation of literary masters.

During the Jiajing period, the literary world was the time when the seven sons changed. During this period, the Tang and Song sects represented by Wang Shenzhong, Tang Shunzhi, Mao Kun, and Gui Youguang were strongly resisting the ancient literary school's purpose of "literature must be Qin and Han dynasties, and poetry will be prosperous Tang dynasties", and advocated learning from Han, Liu and Ouyang, requiring "literature to carry the way, and literature to be united with the way of literature."

This is ancient history for later generations, but for Zhu Cilang, it is a current event that integrates ancient history and contemporary history. He did not need to learn the eight-part writing skills, but mainly learned ancient Chinese literature. Compared with the ancient Chinese school that imitated and plagiarized, he ultimately preferred to follow the Tang and Song sect styles of the Tang and Song sects.

After hearing Zhang Shiqi's preference for Han Yu, Zhu Cilang also felt like a soulmate. He just wanted to cultivate this old man who was interested in the county magistrate and said deliberately: "Being a literary master should learn from Han Changli, but wanting to be an official, you have to read Liu Hedong. I only love Liu Zongyuan's "Preface to Sending Xue Cunyi" when I read it. I often feel deafening and refreshing sighs."
Chapter completed!