I sincerely thank Comrade "Nervous Immortal" for his keen eye for understanding pigs and actively supporting Jia Zhongtang to enter the political arena of the Qing Dynasty and become the third leader in this book!
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Zhao Guodong said that this time the Queen Mother would live a long life, and the emperor specially issued a decree to select the descendants of the Manchu, Mongolian and Han banners to supplement the worship of Tang'a.
In principle, the brothers and descendants of each banner who are currently in the sixth rank or above, or who are candidates for the fifth rank or above, who are over 18 years old and have no errands, must submit to the banner's metropolitan yamen for registration in preparation for selection. In addition, the decree specifically emphasizes the early compilation of the country.
The descendants of officials of fourth rank or above who have joined the banners of the Han army, and those who meet the requirements must not be omitted.
Although there are no current officials in the Jia family, Jia Dashen has the hereditary title of Yunqi Lieutenant of the fifth rank. His ancestor, Mrs. Jia, was a second-rank official in the early years of the country. Jia Liu also meets the conditions of age and no errands. In this way, the Jia family
I'm sure to get a spot.
It seems like this condition was specially formulated for the Jia family.
No, Zhao Guodong, who is close to the Jia family, came here to inform the two of them of this great news.
"If Xiao Liuzi can make up for Baitang'a, your family will probably not have to raise the flag. Is this considered a double blessing?" Zhao Guodong chuckled and took a piece of persimmon from the fruit box handed over by Jia Liu and stuffed it into his mouth.
After taking a bite, I said "hmm" and said it was delicious.
The fruit box was sent by He Shen, and Jia Liu was borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha.
"Isn't this a double happiness? Your Majesty's grace, your grace... Our Jia family is saved, it's saved... The old man bless us, and our ancestors show their spirits..."
Jia Daquan, who was sitting next to him, was so happy that he didn't know whether to cross his left leg or his right leg.
"I heard that Ying Zhongtang of the Ministry of Justice came to the palace to offer favors to the banners. Otherwise, there would be no such good thing."
Hearing this, the Jia family looked at each other and both understood that they must have helped with the guards, otherwise Renying Zhongtang could enter the palace to show his favor?
He Shen is really good.
Jia Liu was full of praise in his heart. When he was young, He Shen could get along with him and he would do anything he could.
Seeing that Old Zhao had taken off the cigarette bag tied around his waist, Jia Daquan quickly told his son: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you give Uncle Zhao a cigarette to light up?"
"Hey, good!"
Jia Liu hurriedly pinched some tobacco leaves from the cigarette bag on the table, put them into Zhao Guodong's smoking pot, and lit them with fire breakers.
With a click, Zhao Guodong blew out a big smoke ring with a satisfied look on his face.
Jia Liu put out the Huozhezi and took advantage of the situation to ask: "Uncle Zhao, what kind of official is Tang A?"
He really didn't know what Baitang'a was. The name seemed to be the official name of Manchuria in the past.
"Bowing to Tang Ah, you are not an official, but you are very promising..." Zhao Guodong put down his pipe and gave Jia Liu a general explanation of the nature of paying homage to Tang Ah.
First of all, worshiping Tang Azhen is not an official because he has no rank.
However, those who can serve as worshipers must be bannermen, including Shangsanqi Baoyi, who is directly under the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Other than that, no one is qualified to serve as worshipers.
"Let me tell you, kid, if you can become a worshiper, the average person in our banner will definitely not be able to compare with you, let alone the Han people...
In addition, when you become a worshiper, you have the qualifications to be elected officials, which is equivalent to the qualifications for the martial arts provincial examination. In other words, you don’t have to participate in the martial arts examination to be a martial arts examination candidate... In short, there are many benefits, just donate and buy
Officials are much cheaper than others."
Zhao Guodong also hated that he was only a seventh-rank official. If he were a sixth-rank official, he would have a chance to get a place for his son.
After hearing what Lao Zhao said, Jia Liu's eyes suddenly became much brighter, and his heart was slightly excited: OK, that's it!
Whether you donate an official position or become a Tang A, if you can put your legs first into the civil service, it doesn't matter whether it's a black cat or a white cat, it doesn't matter what kind of cat it is.
What's more, you can get a discount when you buy an official position in Tang'a. Isn't it a position tailor-made for Jia Liuye by the Qing Dynasty?
If you don't grasp this, you will be struck by lightning.
But just when he was happy, Zhao Guodong changed the topic and said: "You kid, don't be too happy too early. You have to take the exam to become a Tang A."
"Test?!"
Jia Liu had a headache when he heard this calligraphy test.
Next to him, his father Jia Daquan also said "Yeah" and raised his butt nervously.
"Of course you have to take the test, otherwise where would you be assigned? If I were to give you a fourth grade, you would probably cry so much." Zhao Guodong smiled and explained that it was a test, but there was no one who could not pass it.
Examination scores determine where students will be allocated.
According to past regulations, Bai Tanga was divided into four levels.
There is no need to think about where to go when you first pay homage to Tang'a, because the places allocated are the Imperial Bird Gun Department, Shang Yu's Standby Department (Sticking Rod Department), Eagle Dog Department, Tiger Spear Camp, Guide Department, and Shanpu Camp, which are the Eight Banners' elite and key points in the palace.
Non-Manchu bannermen could not enter the Yamen.
The second-class worshipers of Tang'a were assigned to major yamen in Beijing, and the Eight Banners Dutong yamen held miscellaneous duties, or were stationed in local garrison.
"It's best for the sixth son to pass the second-class examination, so that he can eat the royal rations at our local government office, which is about ten taels a year. From now on, I will be a errand, so I can help more, and I won't worry about the lack of money at home."
?" Zhao Guodong happily grabbed a handful of peanuts, peeled them and threw them into his mouth.
Ten taels was a lot, and the salary rations given by the imperial court to the bannermen were only 23 taels a year (33 taels for Manchu and Mongolian people).
But Jia Liu didn't want to be like Zhao Guodong and spend his whole life working in the sixth and seventh ranks, because the senior officials in the Dutong Yamen were all named Manchuria, and Mongolia had a monopoly.
So he asked what local garrisoning meant.
"That's armor."
Zhao said that there were Eight Banners troops stationed throughout the city. Although those assigned to various cities were eligible to be elected officials, most of them had to wear armor in the initial stage.
The only advantage is that the annual salary is good. You can get 40 taels a year, which is almost as good as a county magistrate. But compared to staying in Beijing, it is obviously much worse.
At the feet of the emperor, can it be comparable to other places?
Jia Daquan also nodded repeatedly and said that he could not be assigned to other places. It was easy to go, but it was difficult to come back. He might have to stay there for the rest of his life.
Jia Liu said "Oh" and continued to ask for advice with a smile on his face: "Uncle Zhao, where are the third equal parts?"
"Three equal parts to the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Just working as an errand for the palace."
Jia Liu's scalp went numb and he lost his voice and said, "I'm not going to be a eunuch in the palace anymore!"
"Nonsense,"
Zhao Guodong was amused and explained that the worshipers in the palace were not eunuchs, but "officials" in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which was equivalent to half a pen post.
"It's not in the palace, it's mainly in the imperial kitchen, tea room, prince dining room and other places... If you do well and are appreciated by the superiors, you can become the head waiter and replace Daibai Tanga, and then you can rise step by step.
Maybe I can become a minister in the future."
Of course this was just to tease Jia Liu. It takes so many years for such an opportunity to come along.
"hehe..."
Jia Liu laughed dryly. He finally understood that the third-class Baitang'a who was assigned to the Ministry of Internal Affairs was actually a non-staff member of the palace. He was essentially a handyman. And the room for promotion was only in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even if he could become an internal minister, he would not be able to do so.
How much real power.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Where are the quarters?"
Zhao Guodong said "hehe": "Great place, border area!"
"Border area" refers to the snowy area, Mongolia, Huibu, southwest, and northeastern parts. In case of war, just like the Baitang's stationed throughout the city, the Baitang'a in the border area will be selected for conscription and dispatched by the commander.
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Not to mention the hardships, but also life-threatening at any time, so no one wanted to go. However, because the place where the fourth class went was too bad, the Qing government stipulated that every fourth class who went to the border area, Baitang Adu, would be rewarded with a sixth- or seventh-grade military rank.
Consider a future.
"You can't go to the border area!"
Jia Daquan broke his own leg in order not to go back to fight in the army. Now he would not be willing to let his son go to the border area to endure hardship and risk.
He stood up and gave Zhao Guodong some tea, and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, didn't I hear that there is a shortage of our Han army in the first class? Can't you help your eldest nephew think of a way? He will be a good man in the future, why don't you repay the favor?
Your uncle..."
"Yeah, you want to eat shit, but I still want to go there first! But is it possible to go?"
Zhao Guodong poured cold water on Jia Daquan directly, "The Lama Temple and the Old Summer Palace are also considered first-class, but they can complement our Han army flag. But they are just gatekeepers there. You have to be willing to bear the hardship of your six sons.
I can help get him there."
"Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything,"
How could a watchdog guarding the garden be worthy of his own son? Jia Daquan laughed and shook his head, holding Zhao Guodong in his arms and said: "You see, your nephew is also very talented, so he must be a second-class one after all."
"Well, he is a very talented person, but why did I hear that your father and I are at odds?"
The whole banner knows about the Jia family and the father-in-law. Doesn't Zhao Guodong know? It's because of the past friendship between the two families that I came here. I'll leave it to anyone who has the time to come and tell you the truth behind it.
Although it was a joke, it made both the Jia family a little uncomfortable.
"Let me tell you this, the fact that I can come here means that I also want six children, but I don't have the final say on the level."
Zhao Guodong looked at the Jia family with a meaningful look, stood up and said that it was getting late, and he wanted to go back to the Yamen first to count those who were eligible for supplementary work, so that he could submit the list before the next shift.
"Then you are busy!"
The Jia family quickly and politely sent Zhao Guodong out of the yard. Before leaving, under the urging of his son's eyes several times, Jia Daquan stuffed a red-sealed bag into Zhao Guodong's hands.
Zhao Guodong pinched it and found that there were probably a few taels of silver in it, but this time he put it in his pocket without any hesitation. Favors belong to favors, and matters belong to matters.
After thinking about it, he told Jia Daquan: "Let Liuzi prepare first. Don't run around these two days until I notify you. In addition, you should also prepare some. You will spend whatever you should spend. Don't delay Liuzi's future because of a small amount of money."
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"I know, I know."
Jia Daquan nodded.
"That's it, let's go back."
Someone happened to be passing by in the alley, and Zhao Guodong was familiar with him, so he greeted him with a smile and walked forward with the person.
The Jia family closed the door, and after looking at each other for a few breaths, they both showed happy smiles on their faces.
Can you be unhappy?
The matter that had been worrying for several days was finally solved, and everyone was happy.
However, maybe the two of them fought too hard in the past, so even though they have a harmonious relationship now, they don't say much.
"you eat first,"
Jia Daquan laughed and asked Yang Zhi to heat up the meal for the young master.
Jia Liu returned to the house and stood in front of the mirror with his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at himself in the mirror, nodding slightly from time to time.
"Master, what are you looking at?"
Yang Zhi, who came in with the food, was very curious. He looked in the mirror and found nothing wrong.
Jia Liu turned around slowly: "Shuan Zhu, does the young master look like he can be a master of the middle hall?"