"This Man Eight Banners is too easy to fight and is vulnerable to a single blow. He's also the elite of the forward battalion. You're just bragging!"
Zu Yingyuan was so proud that he shot and killed two forward soldiers and beheaded one of them with his own hands. Although he was not as good as Xiao Chunzi, the stick god, he was the one who "killed the most enemies" among them all.
Jia Liu felt that it was necessary to pour cold water on Zu Dashou's great-grandson, so he casually said: "He is really vulnerable, your old master will not surrender to me."
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Zu Yingyuan, who was speechless, suddenly had an idea and hummed: "It seems like your old man fought for the Ming Dynasty until the last moment."
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Jia Liu was speechless for the first time, but he had to remind Zu Yingyuan of a fact.
This fact is that if the Manchus are our enemies, we will definitely not be able to defeat them. But if the Manchus are our allies, then we will definitely win the final victory.
"You should think carefully about the reason."
Jia Liuzhen taught him step by step and guided Zu Dashou's great-grandson like a student.
"Of course, we are loyal to the Qing Dynasty, you have to understand this."
In order to prevent Zu Yingyuan from going too far and thinking that Qingtian is dead, Jia Liu must reiterate this principle. It is necessary to adhere to this principle unwaveringly in the initial stage, because this can maximize Jia Liu's interests.
, which can also maximize the interests of the group headed by Jia Liu.
If you really dare to break out of the Qing Dynasty system, this gang that has finally been united through interests will collapse in an instant.
Jia Liuyi was worried about this.
"If you are loyal to the Qing Dynasty, can you lead us to do this beheading?"
Zu Yingyuan was disdainful in his heart. Guiziliu just said one thing and did another. Now that he was a bastard, he still had to build a memorial arch for himself.
Jia Liuqi corrected him: "We have to do this just because we are loyal to the Qing Dynasty, otherwise you think the emperor can take a liking to us crooked melons and jujubes!"
"Okay, I get it, do you really think I don't understand? Isn't it only by trapping all the flags that our Han army can stand out and be the master of the country?"
Zu Yingyuan slapped his butt and said that he would go over and help bury the body.
Just as the ancestor on the front leg left, Yang Zhi on the back leg came, holding a yellow mantle in his hand.
Jia Liu was shocked, what could Shuan Zhu do with such a damn thing?
"Master, I heard people say in Beijing that if a baby is frightened and cries at night, just hang a yellow mantle on the bedside. It is said that the royal energy can suppress ghosts and ghosts."
Yang Zhi is such a good slave. He not only thinks about the master and the young master, but also thinks about the future young master.
"Is it?"
In line with the idea that he would rather believe what he has than what he doesn't have, Jia Liu asked Shuan Zhu to keep the yellow mandarin jacket worn by the first-class imperial guard for now. When his career improves and stabilizes a little, he will get a girl.
In order to create the next generation of successors for the Qing Dynasty.
Bao Guozhong came over and asked what to do with the spineless Sichuan inspector. According to his idea, wouldn't it be better to just chop the person up and bury him? Why should he be left alive?
Jia Liu had no intention of keeping him alive, so the Manchu and Han officials gave him a ride, so that he wouldn't feel lonely if he had a companion on the way.
But Mr. Li, the Sichuan Inspector, is so nice that he can't bear to do anything to him.
And, it seems to come in handy.
Now I went to the mountain with Bao Guozhong.
Master Li was tied to a tree with a rope. Yang Yuchun led people to guard him. If there was any slight disturbance, he could send Master Li on his way with a stick.
Walking in front of Li Shijie, Jia Liu squatted down and said with a smile: "I'm frightened, sir."
"Who are you!"
Li Shijie may have regained his composure, or he may have felt that his behavior just now was too inconsistent with his status and lacked the integrity of a scholar, and he was actually a bit tough again.
"Aren't you here to check on me?"
"You are Jia Dongge!"
Li Shijie was shocked. He knew that these people were government soldiers, but he never expected that these people were from the Han Army's arrest team.
And the person he wants to investigate would be so bold!
These people are descendants of the Eight Banners!
The thought flashed past and he said in a deep voice: "How do you know that I am coming to check on you? Are there people from you in the camp?"
"Your Excellency is indeed a criminal investigator."
Jia Liu's smile did not diminish, and he readily admitted that he was the one who robbed the salary, and that someone had indeed tipped him off.
"You are so bold, you are so bold, rebel, rebel, you are going to kill the nine tribes"
Li Shijie was trembling all over, not from fear, but from shock.
Gutu
Jia Liu waved his hand: "That's it. Sir, can you please stop talking about these things and let's talk about them honestly, okay?"
Li Shijie was stunned: "You say it, I'm listening."
"Okay, sir, can you sign it first?"
Jia Liu took out the blood book "Gong Jin" and signaled Wang Fu to take out the Four Treasures of the Study in his briefcase.
"As long as you sign it and press your fingerprints, not only will I not kill you, but I will also honor you ten thousand taels. How about that?"
Jia Liu took the "briefcase" from Wang Fu with a smile, flattened the blood letter on it, and handed the brush to Mr. Li.
Li Shijie was even more horrified when he looked at the bloody book with names and bloody fingerprints on it.
He knew that as long as he put his name on it, whether it was true or false, he would have to jump into the Yellow River to wash it away. Once this case happened, it would be difficult for him to explain it no matter how many mouths he had.
The imperial court would definitely rather kill the wrong person than let him go.
Jia Liu had the same idea. Li Shijie signed his name and he would be the president of the Gongjin Association!
It’s useless not to admit it, as long as the members admit it.
It’s obvious, how can a sixth-grade official lead a third-grade official?
Let President Li go back later. Regardless of whether Wen Zhongtang believes it or not, we can always gain some time.
Once the thieves take action, this matter will be over.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Li refused to be the president of the Gongjin Association.
"Do you think I am a wealthy person?"
Li Shijie snorted coldly.
"You are not even afraid of death, so why don't you want money?"
"Being afraid of death does not mean that I am greedy for money!"
Li Shijie was so angry that his family was rich, rich!
Um
Jia Liu thinks it makes sense.
Corrupt officials are not necessarily bad officials, because sometimes corrupt officials can do better than honest officials.
Isn't He Shen the same?
Without Heshen's support, the Qing Dynasty would have been doomed long ago.
Therefore, being afraid of death does not mean that you are greedy for money.
Two different things.
He was afraid of death, greedy for money, and wanted to make progress. It was Jia Liu who became a good official.
Conflicting right?
No contradiction!
"Cut the fucking nonsense, just tell me whether you want to sign or not!"
Wang Fu started to play blackface.
Yang Yuchun began to raise the iron rod in his hand.
"Let's sign it first and then talk about other things."
Jia Liu took Mr. Li's right hand and handed the brush into his hand thoughtfully.
Master Li looked at Jia Liu, who had a kind face, and then looked at the iron rod that was about to fall at any moment, and silently dropped his name on it.
"Please, sir, let me bleed some more."
Jia Liu helped Mr. Li cut his finger properly.
With black and white writing on the paper and bloody fingerprints, Sichuan Inspector Li cannot be the president.
Mr. Li was a little unwilling, but he really didn't want to die. He was sulking to himself and said angrily: "Do you think that by forcing me to sign a signature and making me unable to explain the matter, you will be able to rob the military pay?"
"Of course it won't fall. I need help from adults."
Jia Liu said that he would not embarrass Mr. Li too much. As long as Mr. Li is willing to help cover up the matter, he will not bother Mr. Li again in the future.
"This matter is not as simple as you think. The first-class imperial guards are all dead. Do you think Wen Zhongtang can let this matter go?"
Jia Liu knew that Lao Wen would not refuse to ask. He was about to say that he would ask Lao Li to help him drag it away, but Lao Li sighed and said, "Unless you can get rid of Wen Zhongtang."