On the muddy streets of the outer city of Beijing, Fan Jian, who is nearly forty years old, has his sleeves in the rustling autumn wind, hunched his long-term malnutrition body, wearing his toes exposed, walking forward with deep and shallow feet. He drank a bowl of porridge from time to time, and then he insisted on walking to the door of a yamen.

Looking at the black painted door, he stopped and took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of shit and urine.

Then walk over with a solemn look on your face!

"Mama, get out of beggars and don't look at where this is!"

The soldier at the door shouted.

"This military master, the villain wants to ask for a meeting with the general and report important things."

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"You can see the general as soon as you want?"

The soldier glared at him.

While he was talking, he made a move to twist money with his hands.

"Mr. Jun. It's important. Please keep it open. The villain found that someone wanted to cause trouble in the capital. It is very likely that he would take advantage of the birthday of the emperor. He should report to the general to send troops to capture him immediately!"

Fan Jian said quickly.

"Really?"

The soldier's face became solemn, and then exchanged gazes with another soldier. Although the yamen headed south and there was no money, they also had a sense of responsibility. They had to pay attention to the priorities. The rebellion was not delayed. Moreover, they were the yamen of the Nanying Generals under the jurisdiction of the Jiumen Admiral, who was responsible for the public security of the outer city and the southern suburbs of Beijing. If someone really had to plot to cause trouble in this city, then they were the direct person responsible. Such things should not be careless.

"You are waiting here. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will come back to skin you!"

He pointed at Fan Jian and said.

Then he turned around and entered the door, and soon arrived at the front of the main hall, but went around and headed straight for a house behind. As soon as he turned around, he heard a burst of laughter from inside, accompanied by the general's angry scolding, and then there was a chaotic sound of playing mahjong. He did not dare to go in and disturb the general, but stood outside the door and said carefully: "Sir, someone outside came to ask for a meeting with the master, saying that he found someone wanted to make trouble in the capital and make trouble on the birthday of the emperor..."

Suddenly a spittoon flew out from inside and hit his forehead.

"roll!"

Then there was a loud shout!

"My Qing Dynasty's Eight Banners Green Camp and Mongolian Cavalry are all in this capital. Who is not open to the eye and dares to make trouble here?"

Then another voice laughed.

Then there was another laughter.

The soldier walked out with aggrieved look on his forehead, and then he saw Fan Jian's expectant gaze when he went out. He was so angry that he took a step forward without hesitation, slapped Fan Jian's face, the latter screamed and sat in the mud. Then the soldier put his feet on his chest again, and the ragged green robe with patches was immediately torn apart, but the soldier was still angry, so he took off his waist and threw it down on the head and face. Poor when he smashed him, Fan Jian was still holding his head and howling on the ground!

"June, it's true. What the villain said is true. Their leader is Lin Qing, who lives outside Xuanwu Gate. The villain is loyal to the Qing Dynasty..."

Then he quickly got up and ran.

Because the soldier pulled out his sword.

"Ma, you run fast!"

The soldier spat behind and said viciously.

Fan Jian cried aggrievedly, walking forward with the ridicule of idlers watching the excitement. He was really wronged. He did find someone plotting to rebel. A Daxing man named Lin Qing rented a house next to him. In the past few days, young and middle-aged people of different identities have been in the air. Some people even brought some mysterious boxes with various tools such as manure trucks and water trucks, and could vaguely smell the smell of things like nitrate. Fan Jianke, who had never passed the exam for a scholar in his life, realized that it was time for him to shine his ancestors. With his loyalty to the emperor to the Qing Dynasty, he came to report without hesitation, but...

"These stupid officials!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said hatefully.

"Isn't this Fan Er? What's wrong with you?

Suddenly someone next to him said.

Fan Jian hurriedly raised his head, and his eyes lit up instantly. He grabbed the latter and said, "Captain Liu, take me to see the county master. I found that someone in the city was planning to rebel."

"Really?"

Captain Liu said with a serious expression.

"Absolutely true."

Fan Jian hurriedly told the situation of Lin Qing and others. Captain Liu was also a husband. He immediately realized that there was something wrong with this. He did not dare to delay. He immediately took Fan Jian into the inner city and then went straight to the Wanping County Office where he belonged. After talking to the Wanping County Magistrate, the latter attached great importance to it. He led them to Shuntian Prefecture Office and reported the situation to Shuntian Prefecture Chief Wu Shengqin.

"I understand, you guys go down first!"

After hearing this, Wu Shengqin nodded and said.

At the same time, he winked at the magistrate of Wanping County, who quickly sent Captain Liu and Fan Jian out, and then looked at Wu Shengqin with inquiring eyes.

"It's better to have less than more things."

Wu Shengqin stroked his beard and said with a wise expression.

The magistrate of Wanping County understood in seconds.

This matter is not their power. Although they have this responsibility as local officials, the capital city is different from other places. This place is at the foot of the emperor. Although they are local officials, any official in the city is greater than them. As the saying goes, the magistrate of Wanping is kneeling. Even if they are interested in this matter, they can only report it to the magistrate of Jiumen. The person under the magistrate of Jiumen is responsible for such matters. The outer city is the magistrate of the Nanying, but the person directly responsible for Fan Jian has already beaten up Fan Jian, so they will report it to the magistrate of Jiumen and take rats. If it is true, it is better. If it is not true, then offend the magistrate of the Nanying. They are all family members. The magistrate of Jiumen mobilized a group of people to make a joke and must participate in them with the magistrate of the Nanying. Then the emperor, who was happy on his 80th birthday, must be affected, and then the emperor's mood will be affected. Then...

Then they were in a tragedy.

Well, the brain circuit of the Qing officials is so weird. Why don’t they think it’s true?

But this is how officials in this era.

It is better to have less than more things. Not doing things is better than doing things. Kowtow more and talk less. Not talking is worse than talking.

This is the principle of the entire officialdom.

"Then this Fan Jian?"

The magistrate of Wanping County said carefully.

Wu Shengqin waved his hand casually.

The county magistrate understood in seconds.

Then the magistrate of Wanping went out with a smile, and without even looking at Fan Jian's expectant eyes, he went into the sedan chair and left.

"Well?!"

Fan Jian watched the sedan chair go away as if he was stupid.

"Fan Er, go back, you have nothing to do with you!"

Captain Liu, who also understood everything, immediately said in an official voice.

Then he left too.

Poor Fan Jiansha was there for a long time before finally realizing that his loyalty to the Qing Dynasty was wasted. He looked at the gate of Shuntian Prefecture and couldn't help but sigh to the sky.

Why is it so difficult to be a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty?

Of course, he was not discouraged. He didn't believe that his loyalty was nowhere to be performed. He didn't believe that the Qing Dynasty was such a mediocre official. By the way, he was suing for rebellion. How important was this? In his imagination, he would definitely shake the whole city, and then maybe the emperor could summon him. Who knew that he didn't even have a splash? Since the Nanying General ignored it, Wanping County ignored it, and Shuntian Prefecture ignored it, then he would go directly to the Jiumen Admiral's Office. With a sacred look on his face, he sorted out his broken green robe like a beggar, and walked solemnly towards Chongwenmen as if the loyal ministers and righteous men in ancient times were possessed. However, the distance there was a little far. In addition, he ran more than a mile with the sedan chair of the Wanping County Magistrate, and also exhausted his bowl of porridge. When he reached the Nine Gate Admiral's Office, he was already tired and hungry, and his legs began to float, but he still did not give up and continued to walk towards the solemn gate.

Suddenly the door opened, and then a large number of cavalry rushed out surrounded by a general.

Fan Jian was excited.

He tried his best to reach out to the general, but forgot that he was riding a horse. The rapidly running war horse instantly arrived in front of him. Fan Jian was stunned and watched a war horse crash into him.

"Well!"

The cavalry hurriedly brought the horses on the back of the horse.

But the huge inertia of running wildly still made the war horse move forward quickly and hit Fan Jian. Poor Fan Jian was injured for the second time today. The fierce impact force made him fly backwards. The next moment he sprayed blood and then twitched on the ground. The blood in his mouth kept gushing out, and the horse was also shocked, and then he neighed and stood up to throw the cavalry on his back.

"Ma, you're looking for death!"

The cavalry got up and roared angrily.

He rushed to Fan Jian angrily and whipped it without hesitation, only to find that Fan Jian was dying.

"Sir, I've been killed!"

He hit Qian'er behind and said.

"Where are the beggars coming from? I asked them to carry them out and throw them out of the mass grave."

The general about forty behind said.

"Big, big, sir, villain has important things to report!"

Fan Jian on the ground suddenly turned back. He struggled to hold up, and then trembled at the general with one hand.

"Yeah, aren't you dead?"

The general was immediately happy. He urged him to look forward and lower his head to look at Fan Jian and said, "If you have something to say, you have nothing to do, you can do it. I'm busy! I don't have time to talk to you here!"

"Big, sir, sir, sir, sir, found someone in the city to rebel!"

Fan Jian said with all his strength.

"I'm crazy about making contributions and plotting, and rebelling. Do you still want to say that the thieves are going to attack the palace? You really dare to say that, okay, I know, I know your loyalty to the Qing Dynasty and the emperor. I'll go and capture the rebels for you. You, go and get on the road!"

The general said with a grim smile.

Then, as the soldiers laughed, he lifted the reins, and the horse's hoof immediately fell on Fan Jian's chest. Fan Jian, who had already returned to the scene, was hit by the horse's hoof, like a toad trampled under his feet, thrusting his limbs and blood spurting out of his mouth, bringing him to the emperor's loyalty to the Qing Dynasty.

"Twist the mass grave!"
Chapter completed!