Time was tight and the task was urgent. After lunch, Jia Liu rushed to Beijing in the cold wind.
He never lost a moment and served the country and the people like this. There is probably no other person since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.
When we returned to the capital, it was already two or three o'clock at night.
Looking at the tall walls of the capital, Jia Liu, standing in the cold wind, touched his armor and signaled Baozhu to shout to the top of the city.
"In the city, the president is back, open the door quickly!"
"The president is back, the president is back!"
The guards and soldiers in the city cheered when they heard the movement. Many soldiers lay on the crenels and scrambled to see Lord Jia Jia's majesty. Some of the crenellations even had several heads sticking out. This shows how Jia Liu got new guards and soldiers.
of support.
Jia Liu was also very pleased and firmly determined to lead his officers and soldiers to become rich and well-off.
Faced with the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers, Jia Liu could not remain idle. He raised his right hand high and kept waving it toward the city in response to the officers and soldiers' support for him.
"The humble Li Mi meets the President!"
The commander of the left wing battalion of the Chongwen Gate Guards was Li Mi, the former deputy general of the Beijing Green Battalion Infantry. As soon as the city gate opened, he led a group of subordinates forward to salute.
What was performed was a standard flag ceremony, because they were promoted from the green battalion to the guard army, which was equivalent to entering the Eight Banners establishment, which is what the saying goes: raising the flag.
The title is also the official title of Jia Liu, the Presidential Minister who protects the army.
"Hard work, hard work brothers."
Jia Liu got off his horse and helped his subordinates up one by one. After asking a few questions about the situation in Beijing, he asked someone to order a large pot of noodles from the canteen.
Even after driving for more than ten hours, I felt hungry every time I went up and down.
The canteen was also the small canteen of the original Chongwenmen Customs House. The infantry commander's office was temporarily set up there, merging the barracks and offices of the original city gate commander, and spending money to rent two adjacent courtyards.
Although the area occupied is much smaller than that of the former infantry command yamen, the hardware institutions provided by a ministry-level yamen are quite complete.
It roughly means that although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
However, the canteen is a bit small and can only accommodate up to a hundred people for dining at a time. Therefore, these days, the Chongwenmen guards either staggered their meals or carried the prepared meals up to the city for the officers and soldiers to eat on the spot.
The guards stationed at other gates and some key points in the city have meals that are coordinated by each gate. The guards stationed at the palace cook directly in the palace, and the required oil, rice, salt, etc. are also obtained from local materials and are not needed for the time being.
Transported from other places.
Since this is where the temporary infantry commander's office is located, Jia Liu has no intention of doing major construction work at Chongwenmen and building a new admiral's office here. Instead, he plans to wait for the situation in central Beijing to stabilize before moving his command organization outside the city.
In the view of Lao Fu and others, controlling the capital means controlling the Qing Dynasty, so they cannot leave the capital lightly no matter what.
However, in Jia Liu's eyes, the capital was just a small prison, and outside was the vast sky with great potential.
Of course, the most important thing is that Jia Liu always feels that it is not safe to stay in Beijing, and guarding against him and you every day will turn his big picture of the world into a small pattern of guarding one-third of an acre.
After receiving the next noodle task in the canteen, the chef and a group of helpers immediately started cooking.
Not long after, several large buckets of cooked noodles were brought up.
What makes Jia Liu happy is that the canteen also brought several basins of frozen lard for the adults and military men to enjoy. Take a spoonful of lard and mix it with the noodles, and then serve it with a small plate of pickles. The taste is unbelievable even for an emperor.
Change.
After eating the noodles and telling Li Mi and others a few words, Jia Liu went to visit the old rich man at night.
The old rich man moved to Baylor Mansion in Gushan Beizi Hongjing, which was closer to the imperial city.
Hongjing's Ama was Yinzhi, the third son of the Holy Patriarch and Prince Shuocheng. After Yongzheng ascended the throne, he changed his name to Yunzhi. On the grounds that he and the deposed prince had always been on good terms, Yinzhi was sent to Malanyu to guard Kangxi's mausoleum.
.Later he was imprisoned in Yong'an Pavilion in Jingshan by Yongzheng, and finally died in Yong'an Pavilion.
On the night of the palace turmoil, ominous events occurred all over the city. Hongjing's whole family died in the chaos. No one in the house was alive. In addition, his family's house was not small and only a few miles away from the imperial city, so the old rich man raised his family.
Moved into Grandpa Baylor's house.
This was also Uncle Se's suggestion. After all, the old rich man's original home was in the Manchuria area with the red flag. Now the Five Flags Manchuria is about to move. In order to prevent the prince's clan from changing his position and harming the old rich man, the chief military minister, so the old rich man believed that the old rich man was responsible for the stability of the government.
Never live under dangerous walls.
The rich man gave his advice and moved on the same day.
In order to ensure the safety of the old rich man, Mr. Se also specially dispatched 16 guards and 140 bodyguards to serve as the old rich man's full-time bodyguards.
This kind of treatment is almost as good as that of a county king.
At this point, the old man felt unsafe and was discussing with Iletu, his brother-in-law in charge of the Ministry of War, to transfer one or two thousand of his close officers and soldiers in Sichuan to Beijing to ensure that his position as a powerful official would not be shaken.
Iltuji supported this idea and believed that at least three thousand people should be transferred to Beijing. This would not only ensure personal safety, but also ensure that they would not be "oppressed" by Sehentu and Jia Jiashikai.
After all, who can guarantee that Jia Jiashikai and Sehentu, who have soldiers at their disposal, will always support the old rich man as their foreman?
The old rich man disagreed at first, thinking that this would destroy the stable triangle relationship, but he couldn't stand Iletu's persuasion, so he acquiesced to the matter.
When Jia Liu arrived, the old man was actually working and stayed up late.
Sitting in the study, wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, with the heater under his feet, the official documents in front of him were divided into two piles, one that had been reviewed and one that had not been reviewed.
Looking at the hill of memorials and official documents from various places piled up in front of the old rich man, and looking at the old rich man's eyelids drooping, Jia Liu couldn't help but express his emotions, and said sincerely: "Everyone in our Qing Dynasty is pointing at my eldest brother. How can I do that?"
You can't tire yourself out. You should rest when you should. How can you work so hard?"
After saying this, he presented the elixir left by the late emperor.
"What's this?"
The old rich man brought the oil lamp close to him and carefully looked at the Heibulaji stuff given to him by the Sixth Son Xiandi.
"Brother, this is a good thing, a treasure that even Zhang Tingyu never had!"
In order to increase the political value of the elixir, Jia Liu exaggerated and interpreted what Queenie said.
"My little brother got two in total. I kept one for myself and one for my elder brother..."
Just as he was talking, he saw a strange smile suddenly appear on the old man's face, and then there was a "bang" sound, and the elixir was smashed to pieces by the old man like a walnut on the table.
Then he puffed up his mouth and "hooted", and the elixir worth one hundred thousand silver fell to the ground like dust.
This operation made Jia Liu dumbfounded: "Brother, what are you...this is,"
"You got it from the late emperor's coffin, right? There are six in total, right?"
The old rich man looked like you thought I was an idiot.
This is a question that would be embarrassing even if a ghost comes, let alone Guiziliu.
Jia Liu's face was hot red and he was squeaking.
"I advise you to throw away those pills as soon as possible and don't eat them. Otherwise, in your words... yes, we need to hold a memorial service."
The old man smiled half-heartedly, "Liuzi, you don't want your eulogy to be written by your brother, right?"