The rise of the poor

Chapter 2100: Thank You List 1 Big Brother

Wang and Wang Zhang held Wang Qiong anxiously, their moods fluctuating with the ride of the carriage, and they could not calm down for a long time.

While they were traveling in the carriage, the oath-taking ceremony for the battle in Shaoxing City had already been successfully concluded.

However, this was just the end of the ceremony, and the oath-taking to go to war had just begun.

"Governor, you are willing to lead the Zhejiang army to attack the Japanese pirates and fight for us without hesitation! How can we remain indifferent? I am a cloth maker and I just happened to bring 500 rolls of silk. I am willing to donate these 500 rolls of silk to your army. I heard that many of the demoted Tatar barbarians wore a layer of silk under their skin, so that even if they were shot by arrows on the battlefield, it would be easy to pull out the arrowheads, even if they had barbs."

"I am just a small cloth merchant. Five hundred rolls of silk is not much, but it is my gift. Please do not despise it, Governor. Do not refuse it. Please do not hurt my patriotic heart."

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

Before Zhu Ping'an could speak, the shopkeeper waved frantically outside, shouting, "Pull it here, pull it here, quickly pull the silk here. If we defeat the Japanese pirates and win peace, we can earn ten times or a hundred times more silk."

Everyone looked in the direction of his hand and saw a convoy in the distance approaching quickly as he waved.

Everyone consciously made way for him.

"No, no, I can't accept rewards without doing anything. This is embarrassing." Zhu Ping'an waved his hands repeatedly and said modestly.

"Master, if you don't accept it, do you think my silk is too little?" The silk shopkeeper looked hurt.

"no."

Zhu Pingan quickly explained.

"Since it's not, then the governor has accepted it. Hurry up and donate the carriage and horses to your army."

The shopkeeper spoke hurriedly, fearing that Zhu Ping'an would refuse.

"Thank you so much." Zhu Ping'an bowed and thanked the silk shopkeeper repeatedly.

"Your Excellency the Governor has embarrassed me. My actions are nothing. Your Excellency the Governor has not shied away from war, and the Zhejiang Army has not feared sacrifice. For our peaceful life, they have risked their lives to fight the Japanese pirates at the front line. We should be thanking Your Excellency the Governor."

The silk shopkeeper said excitedly.

"What do you think, is that right?" the silk shopkeeper turned to the people around him and said.

"Yes, yes, the shopkeeper is absolutely right. The governor and the soldiers of the Zhejiang Army fought against the Japanese pirates without fear of sacrifice, all for us. We can live and do business in the future, all thanks to the governor and the soldiers of the Zhejiang Army."

"That's right. Our peaceful days are earned by the Governor and the soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the front lines."

"I want to do my part, too. I'm not as rich as the shopkeeper, so I'll donate thirty taels of silver as a token of my appreciation."

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

"And me, and me, I'll donate a horse"

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to have been turned on and began to agree, with many people scrambling to donate.

"Sir, you see, this is the will of the people. You are the parent official of us ordinary people, you cannot go against the will of the people."

The silk shopkeeper took the opportunity to speak.

"Yes, that's the public opinion."

"The governor cannot refuse us."

A group of ordinary people followed suit.

"It is hard to refuse the kindness of all the elders and fellow villagers. I am ashamed to accept it. I hereby promise that every penny and every grain of rice will be used for the soldiers of the Zhejiang Army and in the battle against the Japanese pirates!"

Faced with the hospitality of the crowd and the overwhelming public opinion, Zhu Ping'an found it difficult to refuse and had no choice but to accept the invitation.

Then, he continued.

"At the same time, in order to commend the patriotism of all the elders and fellow villagers, I have decided to set up a honor roll here, listing the donors and the donated items, and every citizen who donated can be listed on it."

This is the honor roll.

There were already many ordinary people in the audience who were actively donating. When they heard that Zhu Ping'an was going to set up an honor roll where everyone who donated would be listed, their enthusiasm and passion were magnified a hundred times.

"I want to donate eighty taels of silver."

“I’m going to donate a pig.”

"I want to donate one or two taels of silver. Although it's a little bit, it's my intention. This year I will work harder and try to earn more silver."

The common people shouted one after another.

"Thank you, fellow villagers."

Zhu Ping'an thanked all the common people at the scene, then took a huge piece of red rice paper from the altar, and with great enthusiasm, wrote three large characters "Honor Roll" on the top of the paper.

Then, Zhu Ping'an wrote a subtitle under the honor roll, "On January 23, the Xinhai year of the Jiajing reign, Zhu Ping'an, the right assistant minister of the Yingtian Ministry of War and the governor of Zhejiang, wrote this in front of the flag temple to commend the people who generously donated to the country on January 23, the Xinhai year of the Jiajing reign."

After finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an had someone post this huge piece of red rice paper on the archway notice in front of the Qifan Temple.

What a coincidence.

The length of this bright red rice paper just fits the size of the bulletin board, and this piece takes up a quarter of the size of the bulletin board.

When the common people saw the three big characters “Honor Roll” written by Zhu Ping’an himself and the words in the inscription and heard someone literate around them read it, they were extremely excited and their blood boiled.

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

And, listen, our governor referred to the people who donated as "scholars" on the honor roll.

A scholar is a man of ambition, a man of talent, a man of knowledge, a man of virtue, a man of learning, a man of benevolence and ambition, a man who is willing to give nothing for money. What a noble, lofty and honorable title this is.

The governor calls us scholars who make donations.

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

From now on, when I drink and chat with my buddies, I will have something to brag about. In the year of Xinhai, the governor and the bigwigs in the ministry called me a "donor."

Even when you are old and can no longer walk, you can still sit by the wall and bask in the sun and tell your grandchildren about the glory of those years.

The blood of the common people suddenly boiled over.

"Excuse me, what is your name, shopkeeper?" Zhu Ping'an, holding a brush, asked the first one on the list, no, the first shopkeeper who donated.

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

The shopkeeper blurted out that his name was Wang Xiaoer, but then he realized that he was wrong. He waved his hands embarrassedly and changed his name to Wang Daqing.

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

The silk shopkeeper was so excited that he was speechless and his face flushed.

The common people were filled with envy and excitement. They waved their hands and donated enthusiastically. The situation was almost out of control.

Zhu Ping'an called three clerks to record in front of the honor roll, but there were still not enough people, so he found five volunteers on the spot who were good at writing, and it was barely enough.

Not far away, in a teahouse private room, Li Shu, Hua'er, and Qin'er stood in front of the window looking 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, but you still make mistakes." Li Shu rolled her eyes. (End of this chapter)