Chapter 23: Rolling in the Red Dust
Whether a group is good or not, you must first integrate into it, and then you can talk about change or improvement.
The quality of a group is related to the quality of its top leader.
The same group of people can be bad people, but they can also become good people in a short period of time.
In order to differentiate himself from bad guys like Fang Zheng, Yunchu decided to use his identity as a scribe to help the soldiers of the Ninth Zhechong Mansion next door write family letters.
After doing too many good things, you can make yourself look less bad.
The sorted documents were placed on the square desk. Da Guanling opened them one by one and took a look at them before writing a reply. Yunchu sandwiched the reply among the documents and put them back on the bookshelf where they belonged.
Fang Zheng is very satisfied with Yun Chu's work, because he feels that it is very smooth and easy to work now. As long as the documents he wants are assigned to Yun Chu on the first day, he can see what he needs on his desk the next day. Not only the original documents, but also the documents that need to be used for reference when writing replies are also at hand. If there are any omissions, Yun Chu will remind him in a low voice.
It took half an hour for Ozeki Ling Fangzheng to have already dealt with the Hu Cao's inquiry on the mutual market, the government staff's wasted food expenses that the Si Hu asked for verification, and the Gong Cao's inquiry about the damage status of Kucha City.
In the government office, Fang Zheng was no longer so-and-so's brother-in-law, and Yun Chu was no longer some god of cook who descended to earth. One was a Daguan Ling, and the other was a scribe, and they all had their positions right.
"Are you going to the military camp to help the soldiers write letters home?" Fang Zheng didn't understand Yun Chu's stupid behavior.
"Do you know how many people you have to help write letters home? Can you handle it?"
Yun Chu once again showed his compassionate side and sighed: "The war has lasted for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan! Helping them write a letter from home at this time can comfort countless people."
Fang Zheng said doubtfully: "The poem you just read should be a good poem. Not to mention others, I myself read it again and again when I received the letter from home, and my tears dried up again and again.
The question is, do you really want to do this? As far as I know, no real scholar is willing to do this. "
Yun Chu sneered and said, "Anyone who doesn't do this kind of thing can't be considered a true scholar."
Fangzheng laughed and said, "You are still young after all. Go, go. The Ninth Zhe Chongfu Regiment next door is from Shangzhou, Gyeonggi Province. They have been stationed in Kucha for four years. You have made friends with them and went to the battlefield. How much? There is a care."
Yun Chu smiled and nodded in agreement.
There was nothing going on in the yamen anymore, so Yunchu asked Hou San to carry the futon on his back while he took pen, ink, paper and inkstone and returned to his place of residence.
After placing the things under a big mulberry tree outside, Yun Chu spread out the paper, leaning against the cool water of the canal, and asked Hou San to post notices at the military camp.
Outsiders could not enter the military camp of the Tang Dynasty, and officials like Fang Zheng could not enter. If something happened, they could only wait outside the camp gate to wait for notification.
In two days, it will be the day when the inn's express horse will come to collect the letters. At this time, many people should want to tell their families that they are safe.
Writing letters to others to report their safety is naturally a good thing, but what Yun Chu cares about most is the content of the letter.
He has never really lived in the Tang Dynasty. This has always been his flaw. Shangzhou is less than three hundred miles away from Chang'an. Although it is a different distance than ten miles away, everyone lives in Guanzhong, so their living habits should be very different.
Knowing the way Shangzhou soldiers interacted with their families, they basically understood the human relations and customs in Guanzhong at this time, so that they would not show cowardice after returning to Guanzhong.
Fubing generally refers to the soldiers of a certain general's mansion, a certain governor's mansion or a certain military mansion. This is the general name of the mansion's soldiers.
It can be found literally that Fu Bing has a strong personal color.
Soldiers with personal characteristics are generally incompatible with the big concept of the country, which is very bad.
This title had already appeared in the Jin Dynasty. It was not officially established until the Yuwentai reign of the Western Wei Dynasty, and it continues to be used in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Sui Dynasty, and early Tang Dynasty.
People are soldiers during wartime and farmers when there is no war. People seem to be used to this system of integrating soldiers and farmers.
Most of those who become government soldiers have good family backgrounds. After all, apart from the war horses that will be provided by the state, the rest, such as armor and weapons, need to be purchased by themselves.
To win a title immediately is the ultimate dream of all soldiers, but in many cases, this dream comes to an abrupt end with the disappearance of life.
At this time, the sun was already high in the sky. Before this thing came out, the ground was still cold. After he showed his head, the vast land in the Western Region immediately entered barbecue mode.
Yun Chu soaked his feet in the cold canal water and looked at the group of government soldiers brought by Hou San with a smile.
The literacy rate among the Tang army was pretty good, with at least two out of a hundred people able to write.
It's just that such people are extremely unevenly distributed in the army. Among them, scholars who specialize in serving the captain of Zhechong Prefecture account for 70 to 80% of them.
Therefore, if the remaining soldiers want to send a message home, they often can only take a verbal message back. People can believe what they say, and people's words are the least trustworthy. This has led to many tragedies.
For example, the wives of some soldiers have remarried, and some soldiers have been in the Western Regions for several years, but their wives at home have helped them give birth to several children. There are even cases where the elderly at home thought that their sons had died in the war and had no chance to survive. Belief, hang it up, etc.
The above is actually not a big deal. The main purpose of being a government soldier is to exempt the family from taxes. The government officials at home have already canceled this benefit impatiently. The upper-class family, which is obviously blessed with more than enough, has become a lower-class middle-class family in an instant, which makes the descendants of the family no longer eligible to be government soldiers.
The most serious thing is that the family thought that the government soldier was dead and would take back the land allocated to the mouth...
The post station of the Tang Dynasty was very complete at this time. From the foot of Tianshan Mountain, riding a horse along the Tiankehan Road, running 7,480 miles, it took 25 days to send the news to Chang'an, running an average of 300 miles a day, which was very hard.
Of course, the above refers to urgent official documents and military reports. The rest can only be rushed home slowly.
Writing letters to people is a very interesting thing. It fully satisfies Yun Chu's desire for gossip, and also allows him to understand how the Tang people handle family affairs.
"Father and mother, I kowtow to you two. I am alive. I don't know if the prefectures and counties have informed me of my military merits and whether I have received the reward.
It has been four years since we last met. Has the little moustache grown up safely? If she grows up safely, I will give all the money in my family to her. If Zhang can guard the house, I will let her stay. If not, I will divorce her. The decision is up to you..."
"My wife Liu feels as if I have seen you in person. It has been more than four years since we last met. When we parted, the warmth in the bridal chamber was still there and I couldn't bear to leave. However, the drums of the army had to be heard and I had to leave. The border of the desert is a place where men can make merits. When I return home, I will naturally promise you wealth and glory, and a gorgeous dress... By the way, when I left, I was with you day and night. Are you pregnant?"
"Father and mother, I am an unfilial son who bows a hundred times in Tianshan. This letter has bad news for you. I know that my brother Gou Lian'er died in Yutian. Unfortunately, he died without any gains and could not bring honor to my parents. It was Gou Lian'er's fault.
In the bitter cold of Tianshan, Zhu Lian'er still persisted. I heard that he would be able to return home to serve my parents in three years. Finally, I want to ask: Is the young lady of the Zhang family still unmarried? Can she wait for me for another three years? "
"Parents..."
Yunchu was busy from noon to dusk, writing more than a dozen letters in one breath. Although the words the person wanted to say were very concise, Yunchu still tried to beautify them as much as possible. Otherwise, he would not even greet his parents at the beginning, and directly said that the money in the family should be kept for me and could not be spent by my brothers. If my wife did not cheat, she could stay at home. If she cheated, she would leave her son and divorce her. Wife, when we were apart, we were in love day and night. Are you pregnant? Did you leave me a boy or a girl...
Such words are too inappropriate for the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and even more inappropriate for the era when the words of the embroidered mouth were half of the bright moon of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Although it was a busy day, Yun Chu still felt that it would be of great help to his future writing skills. As long as he kept writing letters for others, it would not be a dream for his writing skills to catch up with Li Bai and Du Fu.
He improved his writing skills and received the gratitude of countless soldiers. However, these people were not good people. The way they thanked him was to stand in front of Yun Chu to block arrows for him after going to the battlefield. No one mentioned the money Yun Chu was looking forward to.
Yun Chu was extremely skeptical about the feasibility of blocking arrows, but finally laughed it off.
When he returned to the mulberry forest to rest, Yun Chu saw Lao Yangpi standing on the city wall. In order to be more obvious today, the old guy deliberately wore a pure black sheepskin cloak. He stood on the city wall for several hours in such hot weather. I don’t know if he would get heatstroke.
Yun Chu naturally ignored it. He is now doing well in the Daguanling Yamen and is no longer willing to mix with people like Lao Yangpi.
So, he followed Hou San, who was as useful as an ox, with his hands behind his back and entered the dense shade of the mulberry forest.
Seeing Yun Chu's figure entering the mulberry forest, a smile appeared on Lao Yangpi's wrinkled face. The smile first emerged from the depths of his eyes, then overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and spread at the root of his nose. The wrinkled skin bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
"Master, he will not come back. The Tang people are all conscienceless people." A strong man kneeling behind Lao Yangpi whispered.
Old Sheepskin waved his hand and smiled, "Where can he go? Although the Western Regions are big, they are also small. Friends cannot always be friends, and relatives cannot always be relatives.
Once you enter the cycle of reincarnation, everything is false.
Let him be happy for a while. It won't be long before he can't be happy.
In this life, there are too many sufferings and too few happy moments. If you can be happier, you can be happier for a while, because that is happiness, just like the flowers blooming on the other side of hell, like the smile of Buddha cutting his flesh, and like Xuanzang's footsteps heading east and never returning, all of which are worth remembering."