Magistrate Liu's acting skills are not bad, and Yang Ming's acting skills are also equally good.
The two of them flattered each other and made out.
After a while, with the nod of the official of the Ministry of Rites, Yang Ming began his journey to return home in glory.
Yang Ming has experienced this kind of parade for a while.
The last time was when he ordered Tanhua in the capital.
But at that time, he didn't have many acquaintances in the capital, so it was just a parade.
But this time it was different.
This time it was a parade.
It's in Hongcheng.
Here are all Yang Ming's fellow villagers.
Almost all the people watching have now become part of the coal group, or are the shopkeepers of a place, a clerk, or even a craftsman who makes furnace cores.
And they all have one thing in common.
It is because of Yang Ming that he has these livelihoods and the life that can be considered prosperous now.
Yang Ming played an important role in all of this.
Therefore, the people are grateful.
They know who gave them full stomachs and who gave them hope for the future.
From the moment Yang Ming stepped into the street, the firecrackers on the street never stopped, and even Some older girls and younger wives were pointing at Yang Ming with red faces.
This is a day that belongs to Yang Ming, and it is also a day that belongs to Hongcheng.
Pairs of grateful eyes, words that are ordinary and simple but full of nostalgia echo over the entire Hongcheng.
The crowd gradually turned into a flow of people, following Yang Ming's dismounted footsteps slowly moving towards the city gate.
The cool breeze was calm, the autumn leaves were silent, the city gate was still a city gate, and Zhang Cheng had become the new guard.
However, this acquaintance did not appear at the top of the city, which disappointed Yang Ming and still moved forward slowly.
Familiar roads, familiar scenery, on the ancient rural roads, Yang Ming couldn't help but think of the scene when he first came to the county town.
He was only twelve years old when he was still on this road.
His father drove a bullock cart and his uncle took the white rice given to him by Li Xiucai to the city to sell, so that he could study on this road.
How many times has Dad been gone?
Has he ever had an unforgettable memory in his delivery career over the years?
Behind Yang Ming was the carriage used by the women, with Miaoyun, Miaoyin and Xia Yurou inside.
Miao Yun was also reminiscing.
She was recalling the time when they first met Yang Ming and they were riding in a car together.
However, Miao Yun and Xia Yurou were curiously looking at Yang Ming's hometown, Fujiang, the trees, and the trees.
They looked at the unknown weeds and the boulders still standing beside the road after countless years of wind and frost.
They looked at them very seriously, hoping to remember them all deep in their hearts.
Behind them are all official sedans and two groups of government officials holding official signs of avoidance and silence.
The forty-mile mountain road is not close, but Yang Ming was unaware of it, completely forgetful of himself in his eagerness and fear.
"Yang Tanhua, wait a minute."
While Yang Ming was still in a trance, a kind voice sounded in his ears.
Yang Ming turned his head belatedly.
The person coming was an official from the Ministry of Rites who accompanied him back home.
His role is actually to announce the canonization of He and Li Yanran in public.
"I don't know what this is, sir."
Yang Ming was a little surprised.
He didn't know why the official from the Ministry of Rites stopped him at this time.
The official of the Ministry of Rites chuckled.
It was reasonable for Yang Ming not to know the procedures here.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Not to mention him and other officials who were already in the official side, they may not know it.
After all, after the Xinke Jinshi, there are only three first-level Jinshi who can actually be granted official positions, and among these people, it takes who knows how many years to get a imperial edict that not only confer an official position but also ennobles their family members, this is undoubtedly Fengfeo Lingjiao. .
And what Long En wants to match is a more solemn official ceremony.
Make a noise every three miles and make a noise every five miles.
This is the rule.
The so-called "three miles, one noise, five miles, one noise" actually means that when the village where Yang Ming is located begins to be five miles apart, firecrackers will start to be set off, and when the distance is three miles away, they will start to walk with gongs and drums.
The purpose of this It was to let the people in the village know what happened so that they could be prepared.
Now, calculating the distance, it happened to be nearly five miles away from Guanghua Village, so the official from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward to stop Yang Ming.
After learning the etiquette, Yang Ming had no choice but to dismount, and then all the officials and gentry behind him also got out of their sedan chairs.
Each one of them seemed to be returning home in fine clothes, with smiles on their faces and they started walking.
"Crack, crackle, crackle, crackle."
As firecrackers were lit.
This quiet mountain village immediately began to boil.
As the flow of people continued to move forward, they arrived three miles away.
Official signs of ceremonial signs were opening the way.
Two groups of government guards escorted Yang Ming at a glance amid the sound of gongs and drums.
The familiar faces above.
At the front of the crowd were the two Zhang brothers.
The village had already received a message that Yang Ming was back.
So everyone in the village gathered together to greet him, but the Yang family naturally did not, because except for Yang Ming's cousins and sister Yang Lan, all the Yang family were elders.
Although he won the Jinshi, the etiquette and law also pay attention to the master of heaven and earth.
Naturally, as an elder, he has no reason to go out to greet the younger generation.
So they were all waiting for Yang Ming's return in the Yang family's new house.
"I saw Brother Ming.
The official robe he was wearing was so handsome."
"His second aunt.
Look, I was right.
I told you our brother Ming a long time ago that he is the star from the sky descending to earth."
As Yang Ming and his entourage entered the village, the whole village became noisy inside and out like explosives.
The enthusiastic villagers were full of smiles and wanted to get close to Yang Ming.
However, because of the government servants and the huge man in front of them, The avoidance sign blocked them from coming forward, but even this could not stop their enthusiasm.
On the contrary, they felt that since Yang Ming was an official, he was dignified and majestic.
The Yang family's new house is not far from the head of the village.
It was built half a month ago.
There is also a memorial archway for Juren at the head of the village, which shows that the Yang family is the home of Juren.
"Yang Tanhua, you can still take a look at the Juren Archway now, but it will be demolished and replaced by the Jinshi Archway tomorrow."
The ceremony officer chuckled.
He could tell that the Juren Archway should have been recently repaired.
Counting the days It should have been built when Yang Ming was on his way to Beijing, but it was built at the wrong time.
Who would have thought that after half a year, Yang Ming would come back as a dignified prostitute.
At this time, the officials from the Ministry of Industry also laughed.
Chao Liguan and Yang Ming both raised their hands and looked at the Juren Memorial Arch in front of them and said: "The repair is good, but it lacks a bit of Tanhualang's momentum and cannot match the regulations bestowed by His Majesty.
Tonight, I will divide the work and ask the master craftsmen to draw the plans.
Anyway, the foundation is ready, and I guarantee that you will have a magnificent Jinshi Memorial Archway in three days."
Yang Ming naturally knew that the reason why they were so enthusiastic was mostly for the sake of the big bosses in Jiajing's court.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Of course, he himself was somewhat thin-faced.
Otherwise, although these two were only in the sixth rank, they were in the capital.
In the eyes of the officials in charge, a mere seventh-grade county magistrate would not be taken seriously in their eyes. s: Here comes another chapter.
There will be more chapters later.
If you are not in a hurry, go to bed early.
I will read it tomorrow as well: