Why is it that in this world, even people as high as ninety-nine and as low as incompetent know that something is wrong, but they still cannot overturn it.
Moreover, we have to make mistakes again and again, even if those in power do not hesitate to use their power to protect what is wrong and turn it from black to white.
It is precisely because if you overturn this error, then the person who made these errors right in the first place is wrong.
Can the old men be wrong? If the old men are wrong, you must listen and endure it, and bear it.
Once such a thing is overturned, someone among those masters will be in trouble.
Often one unlucky person can connect a group of people. So in order to avoid being connected, this circle of people tacitly defends it, that is, the mistakes they have made cannot be pushed down.
Their mistakes are enough to destroy other people's lives, and they will not be merciful in destroying others. But as long as there is a slight possibility of them being harmed, they will be extremely wronged.
In the capital, the imperial examination matter was aroused.
People all over the capital, whether students or traders, are all eagerly looking forward to the new results.
While the capital city was in turmoil, He Guangyi, the commander of Jinyiwei, led a team of more than 200 people to the Jiaodong Peninsula in Shandong, preparing to sail eastward to the Japanese country.
In the harbor, several warships ready to set sail docked quietly. There were busy sailors on and off the ship, constantly transporting vegetables, clean water and other items needed at sea.
Sanichiro was wearing a brand-new Jin Yiwei mandarin duck war coat, holding the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and shouted to the sailors, "Haiku, Haiku!"
Seen from a distance, his majestic appearance resembles that of a general.
This time when he went to the Japanese country, He Guangyi not only took Sanichiro with him, but also selected some honest and obedient Japanese captives and gave them to Sanichiro to lead them.
"Haiku, Gaya deer!"
A Japanese sailor slipped and fell from the sloping board leading to the battleship. Sanichiro cursed, rushed over, raised his sword and struck him.
"Private Marseille!" The beaten Japanese didn't dare to fight back. They just stood there and were beaten several times. They continued to work with a bloody head.
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"Oh, Xiao Zizi is so damn cruel!"
On the shore, under a pavilion, Jiaodong guard Meng Gu watched this scene and laughed.
"Damn it, I don't even handle the donkeys like this in my family! Hey, don't tell me, these little naughties are working better than my donkeys!"
He Guangyi, who was sitting next to him, looked a little bad and pale because he had been bumpy on the waterway for the past few days. He seemed to have lost weight.
Suddenly, he felt someone touching him.
Turning around, Meng Gu took out a piece of oily pancake with green onions and pig's head from somewhere and handed it to him.
"Eat something?" Meng Gu said.
"No... vomit!" He Guangyi politely waved his hand and declined. The next second, a greasy smell flooded his nose, and he immediately started retching.
"Hey!" Meng Gu said vaguely while chewing pancakes, "My mother-in-law also vomited like this when she was pregnant with my son!"
"I'll beat you to death!" He Guangyi wiped his mouth and laughed.
Others would not dare to talk to him like this, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, but Meng Gu could, because they had known each other since childhood.
He Guangyi's father, He Fu'er, was the adopted son of the old man. After he died in battle in his early years, He Guangyi followed his brother to garrison in Shandong. Meng Gu's father was a powerful general under He Guangyi's brother at that time.
Later, He Guangyi's brother died in the battle while chasing the Japanese pirates. Among those who died in the battle with the general was Meng Gu's father.
The Meng Gu family are not really rough and tumble. According to the genealogy, they are descendants of Ya Sheng.
"Second Master, let me tell you something!" Meng Gu chewed the flatbread and spoke with a strong smell of green onions.
He Guangyi moved his stool to the side and said, "Want to change jobs? I can't help with this matter. Although I look at the scenery, I actually don't have any power in my hand!" After saying that, he paused.
, "Do you have money at home? Be prepared. When I come back, I will take you to find Li Jinglong!"
"Bah!" Meng Gu's radish-thick fingers picked out a sliver of green onion from between his teeth, and then sucked it into his mouth, "I don't want you to help me get promoted!" After saying that, he put down the cake and wiped his hands on his armor.
He looked at the busy Japanese sailors on the other side of the battleship and continued, "My defense is nourishing. Although I am not a big official, no one can control me in Jiaodong!"
"Every year, in addition to some free money from the military salary, the local wealthy families have filial piety, and the prefect has double rewards. At sea, I have the final say. I turn a blind eye to salt, sugar, and so on. There is no shortage at all.
Money to spend!”
He Guangyi thought about it, and the other party said the same thing.
The world cannot be truly clean. Where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, the unspoken rules that have existed for thousands of years are not so easy to remove. No matter how desperate the court is, they still have ways to make money.
Perhaps it is accurate to say that as long as an official position has a certain amount of power, it will be given naturally without having to fish for it. If you push it away, you will not be able to push it out. If you push it out, you will offend others, and the official will not last long.
"Then what do you want me to do for you?" He Guangyi squinted at Meng Gu.
"Hey!" Meng Gu rubbed his big hands and pouted towards the battleship, "The Japanese will leave a few for me, not many, just three or five!"
He Guangyi looked at him and said, "Why do you need a living person? There is a shortage of slaves at home?"
Meng Gu lowered his head and said, "Go to my father's grave!"
Suddenly, He Guangyi understood.
Meng Gu sighed slightly, "My father's body was not found in the sea, and there was a tomb on the shore. On the day of the burial, I swore in front of my uncle's and my father's graves that I would definitely go to his grave in the future.
Kill a hundred Japanese people to pay homage to him!"
Speaking of this, he looked a little helpless, "Damn it, how many years have passed, but I still can't make up the number? My eldest son had a dream a few days ago. Do you know what he was dreaming about?"
"What?" He Guangyi asked.
"My eldest son said that in his dream, he had just returned home from school. When he entered the yard, he saw a skinny old man in black clothes, sitting cross-legged on my Kang!"
"My eldest son told me the next day that he had never seen his father, but in his dream he knew it was his father!"
"Besides, my eldest son said that his grandfather's appearance is exactly the same as mine!"
He Guangyi listened silently and asked, "What happened next?"
"My eldest son said that as soon as he entered the house, he asked, Grandpa, where is my father?" Meng Gu continued, "My father sat on the kang and pointed to the back room without saying anything. My eldest son went to the backyard to find me and said
I was naked and digging a hole in the ground, and it was really deep!"
Speaking of this, Meng Gu, a seven-foot-tall man, seemed a little scared, "Second Master, you know, when my father died, I followed Mr. Yin and Yang to dig a hole in the cemetery. That time, I was also shirtless.
Planed!"
Everyone says that ghosts and gods are nonsense, but how can anyone in the world not respect ghosts and gods?
He Guangyi was a little frightened after hearing this, but he still said, "You think about it every day and dream about it at night!"
"No, I asked someone. It's the old man who came to ask for something from me. During the New Year and the Qingming and Ghost Festivals, I still can't lose gold, silver, ingots, incense, paper, money. What does the old man want from me? So I pretend to be an old man.
The subordinates are not relieved and asked me to kill the Japanese pirates for him!"
"Damn it, a few years ago, I could catch a few every now and then, but now the Japanese don't come either!" Meng Gu continued, "Second Master, you have so many men, leave a few for me! No?"
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