People in the Central Plains never believed in the sayings of God and destiny.

When the inferior people of Europa devoutly believe in the so-called God and must forgive their so-called God for their sins whenever major events are made.

What are the people in the Central Plains doing?

They were indignant and yelled at the injustice of the heavens.

Yes.

For the people of the Central Plains, the sky can be scolded at will.

A word of "God" is equivalent to a dog thief God if you want to go to the inferior Europa race."

In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, the Cangtian and the Mantian gods and Buddhas were just officials who knew how to use magic.

The emperor has to be scolded, can’t the little officials be scolded?

For example, the four Dragon Kings who captured the sea and chased the waves were just a small official in charge of water conservancy in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains. Even the head of the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Works, was more majestic than the Dragon King. Because if it was the season and it did not rain on time, the people would really move the Dragon King out of the Dragon King temple so that the Dragon King, who was stunned, would bask in the sun and be sober.

The people of the Central Plains are simple, and they just hope that their lives can lead a better life.

Therefore, they simply believe that gods can communicate and control, or even tease.

I think about how many people are going to be covered with rice cakes every year by the Kitchen God. The people are very simple and believe that as long as the Kitchen God eats their rice cakes, they will be short-lived. For example, the Kitchen God, who stays at home every day, will say less bad things when the New Year is over.

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How simple the people in the Central Plains are.

They just hope that these officials can manage the local area well. If you manage it well, there will naturally be constant incense. But if you don’t manage it well and don’t do things for the people, then the simple people will at most be against you and then demolish your incense temple.

The truth of reality cannot be said to those who have no understanding.

But for Zhu Zhanji, who was entangled with the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month and wanted to listen to it, was entangled with the story of Cen Ke, who was always stubborn and was always hung up by the Kitchen God, could only frown and have a bitter face, holding a hand stove in his arms, sitting in front of the door basking in the sun, thinking hard about the Kitchen God, who was not doing anything.

Cen Ke squatted aside, supporting his head with his hands, tilting his head, shining in the sun, blinking his eyes in agile manner, looking forward to a story I had never heard of before.

Yu Qian, Zhu Xiu and others were also carrying small stools and sitting next to the side with a weaker sunshine, looking a little lazy.

If you are poor, you will be anxious and wise. A story that has been hidden deep in your mind for decades has gradually become clear.

Zhu Zhanji smiled warmly, as if he was about to melt the snow piled up in the yard.

The beautiful whispers gently spit out from Zhu Zhanji's mouth: "In the past, Tongbai Mountain was made in Pangu Mountain. There was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old man living in the temple... the old Taoist!"

"The old Taoist said to the Taoist, there was a mountain in the past, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was an old Taoist living in the temple?" Zhu Xiu, who was beside him, rolled his eyes secretly and recited silently in his heart.

Zhu Zhanji continued, "There is a village at the foot of this mountain, and two brothers live in the village. These two are famous craftsmen from all over the country. The brother is a plasterer and a painter. The plasterer is a clever man. The plasterer is easy to burn and saves firewood. Thousands of families call him and thousands of families invite him. Every household has his own plaster."

"The plasterer's surname is Zhang, and the pan is famous for its pot and table plate, so he is called Zhang Zaowang."

"The painter is more skillful, and the clay god will laugh."

"Drawing dragons and dragons can swim, and painting phoenixes can fly."

"The old Taoist on the mountain has a perpetual calendar. Every year the painter goes up the mountain to shape the gods, the old Taoist always copy the calendar from that year to him. The painter is a kind-hearted person. He prints hundreds of calendars for his brothers, and gives them to each company when he wants his brother to go to the villages and townships to the pots."

The story gradually became better, and Cen Ke kept waving his hands expectantly, raising his head and said, "What's the matter later, what's the matter later?"

Zhu Zhanji gently patted Cen Ke's head and whispered: "Zhang Zaowang has a good reputation. No matter who he goes to, he will take the best of his family to make up for the shortcomings of his family."

"When you meet a bad mother-in-law in Nanzhuang, you will tell the story of a virtuous wife in Beicun. When you meet a bad daughter-in-law in Beicun, you will tell the story of a filial daughter-in-law in Nanzhuang. If anyone is angry, as long as he persuades him, they will make up."

"He cared about everyone's affairs. He tasted good and everyone respected him. No matter who went to his house, he would cook for him. Zhang Zaowang was 80 years old and died on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month that year."

"Ah?" Cen Ke exclaimed, causing the young man who had taken off his shoes and socks and was basking in the sun to look over.

Cen Ke frowned and said, "Why are you gone?"

I didn't see you in the inner room, so anxious again.

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes at Cen Ke, took a sip of the tea that had turned cold aside, swallowed his saliva, and then continued: "You think, as soon as King Zhang Zao left, the painter's own affairs would be a big deal? The eldest daughter-in-law secretly made a small oil spinning, and the second daughter-in-law quietly beat a bowl of eggs, which became a mouthful. Not to mention those who are both parents and others."

"The painter has no choice. He thought about it and finally came up with a solution!"

"On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month again, the painter spread out the paper, first painted the elder brother, and then painted the sister-in-law who died early. Two dragons on top were painted with dragon heads, and twelve boys on the bottom. After the painting, he secretly hung it on the back wall of the kitchen. After an update, the painter woke up his son and daughter-in-law and went to the back wall to see. The son and daughter-in-law were startled on the spot. The two dragons appeared and the two dragons appeared and the couple Zhang Zao and Wang were full of red faces."

"The painter said: I had a dream. I dreamed that your uncle and aunt became an immortal. When I came back, I saw that the family was in trouble. He went to ask for the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor appointed him as the God of the Kitchen King, gave him the twelve officials to take charge of Litou, and gave him two dragons, asking him to go back to the lower realm and sit in the kitchen and watch the families."

"The man is lazy and does not farm the fields according to the head of the lunar calendar. The woman eats her mouth, throws rice and flour, scolds her husband and wife, and takes care of everything. Every year, he goes to heaven for seven days and tells the matters of each family to the Jade Emperor, which is a sore or a disease. Who should repay him? The Jade Emperor nods and comes back on the first day of the Lunar New Year!"

Cen Ke has already started to think freely: "The son, the daughter-in-law must have been scared to death!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded: "Yes, the son and daughter-in-law knelt down on the spot and kowtowed to mercy. The painter brought the table, set it on fire, knelt in front of the portrait of his brother and sister-in-law, and pleaded for his son and daughter-in-law: Brother, don't blame them for your family, and they will learn well in the future. If you want to go to heaven to say good things, say good things, don't mention bad things. You want to go to heaven to take care of our family, and you will be at peace. In the future, you will be the head of the family and listen to you. After that, the painter brought the couplet and the horizontal banner is the 'head of the family', the first couplet is 'good things', and the second couplet is 'good things', and the next couplet is 'good things', and the next couplet is 'good things', and the next couplet is 'good things'.

"The next day, the wives spread this story. Every household was thinking about Zhang Zaowang, so they invited Zhang Zaowang to be the head of the family. The painter drew one portrait of Zhang Zaowang one after another and sent it to each household to paste it on the back wall of the kitchen."

"The daughter-in-law is afraid of sores, so scared that she dares not call and scold her parents-in-law. The mother-in-law is afraid of retribution and does not dare to seek trouble with her. So every household is safe and harmonious."

"ah!"

Cen Ke exclaimed again and stood up suddenly.

Zhu Zhanji was a little puzzled and looked at the other party in a daze.

Cen Ke was flustered and rubbed his hands constantly: "I went to the kitchen today, but I didn't see them posting the portrait of the Kitchen Lord. I'll go out to buy it now!"

As she said that, she was already carrying the edge of her skirt and was about to run out.

Yu Qian didn't bother to wear boots, so he randomly put on half of his socks, then rushed to Cen Ke and stopped him. He looked amused and cried, and explained: "Miss Cen, my family always pasted the portrait of the Kitchen God until dinner, and the family had already prepared it."

As he said that, Yu Qian took a cold breath, grinned, stuck his butt, and walked on tiptoe. When he sat back on the small stool, he hugged his feet and placed them in his arms, rubbing them constantly.

Zhu Zhanji was also extremely helpless, smiled bitterly, and waved his hand: "Come back quickly, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold!"

Seeing that there was no place for him to play, Cen Ke couldn't help but curl his lips and turned a beautiful circle on the spot. Then he immediately recovered and jumped back to Zhu Zhanji and squatted down.

Cen Ke's hands held his head again and whispered: "Is there any story about the Kitchen God? I want it..."

Do you want it?

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, then looked at Cen Ke with a doting heart: "Of course there is one, now there is a Kitchen God who is teaching a bunch of disobedient people a lesson."

"Huh? Who is disobedient?" Cen Ke asked in a daze.

On the side, Zhu Xiu, Sun An and an Jinyiwei were each holding their big feet, and their fingers kept stabbing into their toes, then pulled out their fingers and placed them horizontally under their noses, sniffing their eyes and sniffing them suddenly, and finally a strange smile appeared on their faces.

Yu Qian put on his shoes and socks, poked Zhu Xiu beside him, and then looked at Zhu Zhanji: "Sun, if we... the Kitchen God is on the right path, we have probably arrived at the predetermined position as per the news."

"Have both the military staff and the military political commissar met?" Zhu Zhanji asked.

Yu Qian grabbed a ball of snow from the shadows under the side corridor, rubbed his hands hard, and then shook his hands and said: "The staff and the political commissar have arrived at Huihe a few days ago."

"The staff members must play the role of assisting the chief generals, and the political commissars must take root at the bottom." Zhu Zhanji instructed.

Yu Qian nodded and kept these in his heart.

The staff team is not a new thing. As early as when the young army and guards returned from southern Xinjiang, they joined the staff team when they were reorganized. The role of the staff team is also very clear, which is to coordinate all matters of the entire army, analyze and organize all kinds of data on the battlefield, summarize and analyze and get the optimal solution, and then hand it over to the main general to decide the next step of military behavior.

But that political commissar is a very new thing.

Even though Yu Qian spent a wonderful and fulfilling life in the Sun and Moon Hall, he still had never heard of those young people, as if they had suddenly appeared.

In the explanation given by Riyuetang, the class these people attend is called social subjects.

But Yu Qian always felt that the subject name of this class has not been finished.

And the first time he saw those people was when he left Beijing this time.

The ferocity revealed in the eyes of those young people in the political commissar team made him shocked at that time.

That is not the gaze that a young man should have.

They seemed to tear all the enemies of the sky, the land, and all the enemies.

Yu Qian still remembers that one of the young men was about the same age as him, but he was just a calm look. It seemed that Yu Qian saw countless sword lights flashing, and there was another rain of arrows running towards him, swearing to nail himself to the earth.

As he thought about it, Yu Qian in the courtyard couldn't help but shivered.

...

"Political Commissar Xiao Zhu, you said you are thin and tender, why should you stay with us, the rough men?"

"Zhang Baihu, remarks are prohibited during the ambush!"

"...Hey! Whatever the political commissar says is, I, Lao Zhang, listen!"

The little political commissar Zhu, who was not so thin and tender, had a dark face. He held the same long knife as the Ming army beside him, lowered his head and crawled beside the official road, in the snow-covered woodland.

Around him were officers and soldiers of a Baihu Office, Zhang Baihu was the military commander here, and Political Commissar Xiao Zhu was responsible for all matters except military operations.

Next to this official road that can connect Yingtian to Fujian, there are many hundred households in the woodland on both sides, led by military commanders and political commissars, crawling and ambushing.

Opposite the high ground with denser trees, three hundred households are protected here.

Everyone was covered with an off-white cloak that was almost the same as the snow, making themselves and the snow integrated.

To the north of the highlands, the Ming army's military staff were guiding a detailed military geography on a terrain, analyzing various possible events and defense measures.

A burly general pulled the off-white cloak on his body.

After more than ten years of being in the army, this general believed that only the sword in his hand could subdue the enemy, rather than these slightly vague things.

However, this was a tough demand from the political commissar in the military.
To be continued...