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 donate these 500 pieces of silk to your army. Hundreds of pieces of silk and satin. I heard that many of the Tatars who were demoted wore a layer of silk and satin close to their bodies, so that even if they were hit by an arrow on the battlefield, they could easily pull out the arrowhead, even if it was a barbed arrowhead. "< br>
"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."
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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 silk.”
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 so embarrassed?" 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 go to the front line to fight against the Japanese pirates regardless of their own safety. 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 earned by the governor and the soldiers who shed their blood on the front line."
"I also want to do my part. I am not as rich as the shopkeeper. I will donate thirty taels of silver to express my gratitude."
"I will donate too, I will donate too, I will donate a bag of rice. The rice I grow at home is delicious to eat"
"There's me, there's me, I'll donate a horse"
Suddenly, everyone onlookers seemed to have been turned on, and they all joined in. 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 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 Ping'an found it difficult to refuse, so he had no choice but to refuse the hospitality.
Then, he continued.
"At the same time, in order to commend the patriotism of all the fellow citizens, I have decided to set up an honor list here to list the donors and donated items. Every citizen who donates can be listed on it."
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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 rushed to shout.
"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. 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.
Moreover, listen, our governor calls the donors "shi" on the honor roll.
Scholar, a person with lofty ideals, a person with talent, a person with insight, a person with knowledge, a person who is well-educated, a person with benevolence and a person with lofty ideals, a person who cares about wealth and money. This is such a noble, noble and honorable title.
Donators, the governor calls us scholars.
As long as we donate to help the army, we can be among the best and become donors.
From now on, if we drink and fight with our brothers, we will be able to brag about it. In the year of Xinhai, the governor and the ministers called me a "donor".
Even if you are old and can no longer walk, you can still tell your grandson about the glory of that year while sitting on the wall in the sun.
All the people suddenly became excited.
"May I ask this shopkeeper what his name is?" Zhu Pingan took the writing brush and asked the eldest brother on the list, no, the first shopkeeper to donate.
"Caomin Wang Xiaoer, no, no, ahem, Xiaoer is the nickname of Caomin, and the first name of Caomin is Wang Daqing."
The shopkeeper blurted out that his name was Wang Xiaoer. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake. He waved his hand in embarrassment and changed his name to Wang Daqing.
"Wang Daqing, Dafu Daqing, shopkeeper Wang, a good name." Zhu Pingan praised Wang Daqing's name with a smile, and then wrote in the first column "Wang Daqing, donated 500 pieces of silk."
The satin shopkeeper was suddenly so excited that he couldn't speak, his face glowing red.
All the people were envious and even more excited. They waved their hands one by one and donated enthusiastically. The scene was almost uncontrollable.
Zhu Ping'an called three scribes to record in front of the honor roll, but there were still insufficient manpower. He also found volunteers who could write five words at the scene, which was just enough.
Not far away, in a private room of a teahouse, Li Shu, Hua'er and Qin'er stood in front of the window and looked over. Hua'er covered her mouth and said, "Brother Wang seems a little nervous." "You're so stupid. You have practiced so much." I’ve said it so many times and I can still say it wrong.” Li Shu rolled her eyes. (End of chapter)