Wang Sai, who tasted the Immortal Jade Liquid, finally got his wish.

Her cousin Qin Song.

An old student in his forties who could only make a living by teaching was selected as a mole that was invaded by the enemy after being interviewed by the Immortal Lord. Although he failed to pass the juren after taking the eight-legged essay exam for half his life, he could still use 8,000 taels of silver to realize his former life ideals and go to Baokang County, Yunyang Prefecture as a donation class to be the magistrate.

In fact, four thousand taels are enough, but you have to wait for the shortage. The extra four thousand is to buy the actual shortage.

Of course, it takes a little time.

But there will be no surprises. The Qing Dynasty always had good reputations in the business of selling officials. As long as you pay at the price, you will never deceive customers. The only thing that needs internal operation is how to designate to Baokang County. However, poor places like Baokang have always been unpopular. They are all used to pay for professionals who have no money and no way. Donating money to buy officials is to invest in business. After taking office, you have to greed for all the money you buy during your term of office. Who would choose such a poor mountain valley that is destined to lose money? Now some people are happy to buy this man who lacks the Ministry of Personnel! After paying 2,000 taels of benefits, at the beginning of the next year, Qin Song could already sit in the lobby of Baokang County government office, taking a canopy and hitting others with shares.

The officialdom of the Qing Dynasty was that simple.

Everything is clearly marked with price. If you want to be an official, you can buy it, if you want to be a shortage, you can buy it, if you want to be promoted, you can buy it as long as you have money, and if you have the best way, you can buy it as much as you can.

This is the main business of He Zhongtang.

As a worshiper of the God Church, Qin Song spent Yang Feng's money as the magistrate of Baokang County, so Yang Feng's secret base could be set up in Baokang.

In fact, after careful consideration, more than half of the people in this small county buried in the mountains and ridges have also been developed into believers. In addition, a county magistrate who is also a believer is basically considered a territory of God's religion. Then, Yang Feng's military base was quickly established in a nearby ravine. The nitrile soil scraped by the believers was transported here in various ways. After a series of steps such as sucking water, boiling nitrate, etc., it was then added with the sulfur provided by Yang Feng and locally fired charcoal, and finally fried into the best proportion of gunpowder, and then turned into granular launchers through granulation, and the projectiles were made of 16 mm diameter lead. The paper shell bullets were successfully born.

And making a gun is also simple.

Some time ago, various flintlock parts made by Yang Feng personally guided him, and with seamless steel pipes with an inner diameter of 17 mm and a wall thickness of 2 mm from modern times, brown bass, which accompanied lobster soldiers, were also born.

And it is much better than the cooked iron barrels of lobster soldiers.

Yang Feng, who had already made tens of millions of these flintlock rifles in two time and space, was extremely familiar with this thing. Arms were not worth mentioning to him. In fact, it was okay to build a rifled rifle. He could also build a simple hydraulic rifle machine. As for cannons before casting them after they were captured in Xiangyang, and there were also Qing troops that could be seized. In fact, mountain-splitting cannons are still very useful in the domestic battlefield of this era. These are just trivial matters...

But military recruitment requires trouble.

Even though he had already had more than 60,000 believers at this time, it is still hard to say what the loyalty of these believers is. After all, they are all ordinary people. They believe in worshiping God's religion, and they can only worship God's religion to help them. But if they rebel, it is another matter, and they must mobilize their hatred for this era.

Well, they need to complain to the conference.

"In the autumn of the 45th year of Qianlong, the harvest was not good during the drought. My father cried and knelt down and begged Wang Juren to be kind and collect less rent and leave a way for our family. He was whipped by a whip by a slave of the Wang family. My sister starved to death that year. In the 48th year of Qianlong, the harvest was good, but Wang Juren said that his son was short of money for his official career in Beijing and wanted to add 10% of the rent. My father still begged and was whipped. Then the county magistrate wanted to build a donation. After paying this donation, our family still had not enough food to eat. My brother went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables and let the poisonous snake bite to death. In the year of disaster, our family still had not enough food to eat, and in the year of good fortune, our family still had not enough food to eat. Where did we go to the food for the rest of our lives? Why didn't the farmer have enough food to eat enough food!"

In the courtyard of the temple, thousands of churchmen sat on the ground, looking at a crying young man on the stage with tears in his eyes.

“I’m talking about it.”

Then another believer rushed to the stage and said.

"Our family used to have forty acres of fertile land, and the family could barely afford to eat and spend. But our land was dependent on Mr. Liu's house. In the past, our second young master of the Liu family was in peace. But three years ago, my father was suddenly arrested in the county government office. In less than two months, my father was told that he was a collusion with bandits. I pity my father for the rest of his life, where did he go to entangle bandits. At this time, the butler of the Liu family came to say that as long as our family sold the land to them, the second young master of the Liu family would help him plead for mercy. We had no choice but to sell it to them. The poor money sold had to be taken to the Liu family to take some county magistrates. After the processing was done, my father was beaten out and he was beaten to half his life. He died within three days after he returned home. He still held my hand and couldn't even close his eyes when he died!"

He said crying.

There was a chaotic curse below.

Then the third believer walked onto the stage.

What Yang Feng told them was that as long as they spoke about their suffering on this stage, God Haotian could hear it, and then these believers naturally let go of their bondage. They were full of grief and anger. They had accumulated for countless years, and had long thought about having a chance to vent their pain and excitement.

"I'm a fugitive."

The third believer said.

"I escaped from Jingzhou. I originally opened a small restaurant in the city to make a living. The couple's life is beautiful. A bannerman in the city often comes to our store for dinner. One night it rained heavily, and he ran to my store for dinner. After sitting down, he ordered a few more dishes and asked me to send them to the whole city. I went there without thinking much. But I didn't expect that this was a qin beast. As soon as I left, he relied on his strength to press my wife into the store and it was dirty.

When I came back, my wife was already on the hang. I went to the yamen to report that the bannermen could not control them. I went to the city to find him, but was beaten out by the flag army inside. The qin beast was still standing on the city wall with a bird cage and spitting at me. I was angry but stabbed him when he left the city, and didn't dare to see him live or die and escape here to hide his identity. I just wanted to know when we Han people can avoid these kinds of bullying!"

He said with anger.

"I'll say too!"

“I say too”

...

"Look, this is your prosperous age!"

Not far from the platform, Yang Feng, who was sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair, said to his Anu.

"I don't believe that the world is like this!"

Princess Hexiao whispered in a harsh manner.

She has always been honest during this period. Even though she knew that Yang Feng was plotting a rebellion, she didn't play any games like finding opportunities to escape and essay. She probably understood that it would be useless even if she went to essay. First, there were a large number of yamen runners in the prefectures and counties of Xiangyang. Second, the Qing army in Xiangyang could not provide protection for her. In addition, after knowing her identity, although Yang Feng did not say anything, both Qi Lin and Wang Sai were staring at her very tightly. Wang Cong'er was almost inseparable from her. She had a rare chance to go down the mountain and could not escape from their sight.

By the way, she can't beat Wang Cong'er.

Although the latter is two years younger than her, he is a real martial arts practitioner since childhood. An adult man may not be able to beat this little girl.

Of course, it was mainly her fear of Yang Feng's bone-hitting marrow.

This demon showed so many demonic techniques during this period. No matter which one makes her feel deeply desperate, the sky fire, the wind and rain, and the transportation of all kinds of things at any time, especially the scene of the fairy world. In front of such a person, she really didn't have the courage to do anything else. If the demon threatened her to escape, she would directly punish her when she caught her. When she thought of the stick that was thick in her wrist when she was bathing, which was as long as seven or eight inches long as she could, and her container that was obviously impossible to accommodate, she couldn't help trembling.

"It's really like this in the world!"

Yang Feng said with emotion.

The world is as dark as crows. The granaries like Xiangyang have always been hungry and cold, so other places are of course not better than here.

This era really depends on sweet potatoes to support it.

If it weren't for sweet potatoes, which could maintain a minimum grain supply, it would be hard to say whether the Qing Dynasty could last for a hundred years. This makes people sigh at their luck.

At this time, more and more believers came to the stage to tell their suffering, accused the Qing Dynasty, accused the local tyrants and evil gentry, and accused those corrupt officials. Who has not suffered a little in this day? With these people's remarks, the entire venue was filled with grief and anger. Even those who did not come to the stage also remembered the miserable past of their families. Then, under the guidance of Qi Lin, the host, began to think about the source, wondering what the source of their suffering was, why they worked hard for the rest of their lives but couldn't eat, where did their food go, why they lived honestly, but disasters always fell on their heads, and what was the root of these disasters? Why did the bannermen and officials and gentry slaughter unscrupulously squeeze them, treat them as cattle and horses, and even abuse them at will, what caused this?

These questions were surging in everyone's minds throughout the venue.

This is how Yang Feng wanted.

"Remember all the bitter and revenge here, this is our best soldier."

He said to Zhang Cuncheng on the other side.

The latter immediately smiled knowingly, and then quickly wrote it on the notebook in front of him.
Chapter completed!