Chapter 214: Being loyal to the Qing Dynasty is qualified
Master Jia Liu and his servant are not unscrupulous people.
But before the teapot was poured, Mr. Shu fainted with a cry.
After being dragged into the crowd and finding Lady Jia Jia upstairs, Mr. Shu secretly opened his eyes with a look of lingering fear on his face.
Bearing humiliation and burden for the sake of Dandan is nothing. A man of the Eight Banners can bend and straighten.
Jia Liu went up to the third floor and found President Li and Hua Xiong sitting across from each other, sizing each other up.
The president is looking at Hua Gou Xiong’s eyes and Hua Ling on his head, and Hua Gou Xiong is looking at President Li’s beard.
One person and one bear are all focused.
Pheasant feathers and beards are both rare in each other's eyes.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the president glanced sideways at Jia Tulu: "Sixth son, I'm right, this kind of place is indeed not a place for officials like us to come. If the court knows about it, you, the leading minister, I
This governor must be dismissed from his post and investigated."
This "Six Sons" was very useful to Tulu. It was so kind and so kind.
Sit down and ask the president if he knows the guy below.
"The leader is the son of Deputy Governor Shu Jing'an."
Jia Liu said "Oh": "No wonder you can hide faster than a rabbit."
"Don't you recognize me?"
The president was a little chatty. It's not scary to bump into an acquaintance. What's scary is that the situation is wrong. He asked Jia Liu how he planned to deal with these ignorant bannermen children.
"What do you think?"
Jia Liu picked up the tea bowl and was a little frightened by the chairman's eyes, "Why are you looking at me like this? I'm not a murderer. As for killing people for such a trivial matter?"
The president picked up the tea bowl and blew away the foam floating on it: "Then how do you end it?"
The president could clearly hear the miserable sound downstairs just now. If Shu Jing'an knew that his precious son was beaten so badly by Jia Jiashikai, would the vice-president be able to let it go?
Jia Liu was also in trouble. The beating was pleasant, but the aftermath was really troublesome. He thought about it and said, "If it doesn't work out, I'll take these people to Xiaozhai and lock them up for a while."
The president snorted: "The leader is Shu Jing'an's son. If he knew that his precious son was imprisoned by you, Shu Jing'an would probably get angry with you."
"Then what should I do? I've beaten them all. If they don't succeed, let them go."
Jia Liu didn't have time to waste time with his gang of dandy boys. Every breath he took was worth hundreds of taels of business and a few lives.
"Let go? Is your beating going to be in vain?"
But the president said he couldn't let it go.
Jia Liu was puzzled, whether he should be locked up or released, Lao Li was just making fun of him.
The president put down his tea bowl, raised his head and glanced at Dazzling Bear, and said, "Shu Jing'an is loyal to the Qing Dynasty."
"Loyal to the Qing Dynasty?"
Just like he couldn't see money, Jia Liu also couldn't see the word "loyalty to the Qing Dynasty". His face suddenly showed displeasure and he slightly snorted: "Is he qualified?"
"I am the queen of Prince Gong."
Prince Gong was Chang Ning, the fifth son of Shunzhi, the founder of the family. However, after Chang Ning's death, Prince Gong was removed from the title and there was no hereditary replacement.
"What about the clan? Whether we are loyal to the Qing Dynasty or not is up to us."
Jia Liu's words were very rogue, but the president took it seriously and nodded: "That's what I mean too. Shu Jing'an is the deputy commander of the Eight Banners of the Chengdu Garrison. With this person around, it is inconvenient for me to carry out many things in the meeting."
"I'll make arrangements."
"You can't define a literary prison, but you can do one or two, but not three."
Jia Liu nodded.
The president also nodded, and the two of them stopped mentioning the matter and talked about secretly revealing to the emperor the collaborating forces in the army.
"Your report on this matter is very good and correct. After the emperor receives your report, he may send someone down to investigate."
"We need to investigate thoroughly. If this continues, when will it end?"
General Jia Liu told Fulhun that he had joined the mutual aid association. There were too many governors and governors and so on. I couldn’t remember them all. I just remembered the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, Le Erjin, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Li Shiyao, the governor of Huguang, Chen Huizu, and the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, Yade.
, these five are Yang Jingsu, Governor of Zhili.
"Including Fulhun, six of the nine major territories are present at the meeting. Gee, this mutual aid meeting is much more ruthless than our joint meeting."
The president gritted his teeth, "A small gang colluded with shameless and corrupt officials, causing harm to the country and the people!"
Jia Liu also felt the same: "I think so too. Being with this group of people is worse than a beast... But there is no way. The old rich man has my handle and he can't join in."
"He has a handle on you, so we don't have a handle on him?"
The reason the president said was the account book of Manzhang Jingmutu, who had died for his country. The first page was the account of Fulehun, the governor of Sichuan.
Jia Liu shook his head and said: "Instead of hurting both sides and taking advantage of the emperor, why don't we join in the same trap... Why don't I bear the humiliation and explore the bottom of this mutual aid association? I may not be able to use this mutual aid association in the future. When we can achieve great things together, we can uproot this mutual aid association."
It’s not too late.”
"Yep."
The president nodded, and Hua Gou Xiong followed suit and nodded as well.
Jia Liu pointed out that he was short of several civilian staff, such as accountants, clerks, etc., and asked the president if he had any suitable candidates to recommend to him.
The chairman has presided over the criminal investigation work in Sichuan Province for so many years and solved countless cases. He is known as Li Qingtian and has a number of talented people under his command. He pats his chest and says that this matter will be taken care of by him.
Jia Liu also asked the president to help recruit a group of farmers' children. The soldiers should be 18 to 25 years old, more than 1.6 meters tall, and capable of lifting more than 80 kilograms.
"It doesn't matter whether you are literate or not, but you must be from a good family and not have the bad habits of being a rogue in the market."
Jia Liu said that it would be enough to recruit 500 people in the first batch.
"Are you trying to sell your dog's flesh under the guise of a training camp for flag bearers to train the new members of our association?"
"I really can't hide anything from the president..."
Jia Liu confessed that he was preparing to train a new army, a new army that only knew Commander Jia but not the Emperor.
In name, Jia Liu definitely does not have this power, but the president, the governor of Sichuan, does. Jia Liu means that the establishment of this new army will be listed in Fubiao, but the training location will be in his small village.
The new army of 500 people will be trained according to the infantry drill written by Jia Liu himself. The weapons and equipment will also be mainly foreign guns and cannons. If they can be trained to the level of military training of students in previous lives, they can almost wipe out the rebels in the world and protect the world.
There is peace.
In addition, the president is also needed to help recruit a group of technical personnel who understand mathematics, surveying, casting, drawing, translation, and printing in the name of the governor's office.
In reality, these people are called miscellaneous students and are not on the right path to the imperial examination. However, there are such talents in both central and local government offices, large and small.
Not officials, but officials.
For example, the prosecutor's office that the president served before has a large number of criminal investigation professionals, such as forensic doctors (criminal investigators), detectives (criminal police), etc., which have been passed down from generation to generation. Officials can keep changing, but these professionals are forever.
Don't move.
Some people with strong professional skills can rise through the ranks and become important ministers of the imperial court.
These must be trivial matters to the president, so he ordered someone to bring pen and ink to write them down one by one, and then implement them when he returns home.
Remember it, blow dry, put it away, and say goodbye.
It was inconvenient for the governor to stay in the brothel for too long. When he left, he casually glanced at the girls sitting under the east window sill eating melon seeds. His mind was a little shaken, but he finally walked downstairs.
When I arrived at the back door, I was greeted by my entourage. Just as I was about to get on the carriage, a girl came over and gently pulled the president's sleeve. She was sweet and charming. She also held a book in her hand and whispered: "Sir