After dawn, Baozhu felt deeply guilty that he had failed to keep a vigil for His Excellency the President at night and instead sat down to sleep. So he lied and said that someone in his dream asked him to deliver a message to His Excellency the President. It depends on whether he is happy or not during the Qing Dynasty.
I don’t think Luo is new.
What do you mean, it is good for the president.
Because Mr. President, this Jueluo is very new.
Baozhu felt that saying this would definitely make the President happy, so that he would not be prosecuted for dereliction of duty, and maybe he would be rewarded with something if he was happy.
"Baozhu, don't be like this. You know I believe in science. Don't engage in these confusing things in the future. What's interesting or not, what's new or not, what's messy. And when you lie, you have to be as calm as me.
Otherwise it will be easy for others to see it."
Jia Liu, who was brushing his teeth with green salt, put down the toothbrush made of pig hair, took the teapot and poured saliva into his mouth, and tilted his neck half-way to "gurgling".
It is a common teapot style in later generations, ceramic, produced in Xingzhou.
There is also a line of large characters on it - "The working people are the most glorious."
When Jia Liu inspected Xingzhou in May, he specifically asked the local kiln to open a mass production. It was not many, and only 5,000 pieces were produced.
At the end of the year, the Zhili Province Labor Conference will be held in Baoding. These tea jars will be given as prizes to models from all walks of life in Zhili to demonstrate the importance Jia Jia attaches to labor production.
In essence, it is similar to the yellow mantle in that it represents an honor.
After cleaning his throat and wiping his mouth with a towel, Jia Liu threw the toothbrush into the teapot and dropped it on the window sill.
Su La, who was arranged by the clan's government, brought breakfast over at the door. Baozhu brought it over and brought all the various side dishes in the food box to the table one by one.
There are only three items, namely leeks, wild garlic, and cucumbers, all of which have been soaked in salt water.
The staple food is a pot of fried rice.
Before entering the customs, fried rice and fried noodles have always been the staple food of Manchuria. This thing is convenient and easy to carry when marching and fighting, so it is very popular among the Eight Banners soldiers. (Historical facts, Jurchen diet test)
When the regent Dorgon led tens of thousands of soldiers of the Eight Banners into the pass to fight for the world, all the old, weak, women and children in Shengjing City were mobilized to fry rice and noodles. This ensured that the frontline soldiers did not go hungry to fight against the bandits in the pass, and finally died in a stone.
The rogue bandits were defeated and the territory of the Qing Dynasty was established today.
After entering the customs, as I enjoyed the flowers and mountains of the Han people and tasted the various food of the Han people, the old customs outside the customs were gradually eliminated.
The clan's government may have arranged this arrangement in order to let Prince Hat's descendants remember the hardships and cherish the good life given to them by their ancestors.
Jia Liu ate some and found it not tasty, so he asked Bao Zhu to bring him some boiling water to soak in and eat it as porridge.
After eating, he threw down the bowl and said to Baozhu: "I'm going to study and recharge, and you stay here to sleep."
When Baozhu heard this, he quickly put down the bowl and said that was not possible. He had to accompany the President, otherwise what would happen if something happened.
"It'll be okay. Don't forget that I'm also Batulu after all. I can fight three of those guys."
Jia Liu thought that if something really happened, it happened last night, so why bother today.
Uncle Se's central army is responsible for the security of the Zongren Mansion. Unless Uncle Se wants to kill his eldest cousin, no one can do it.
Walking to the door, he thought for a moment and then turned around and told Baozhu: "Whether the thing you just mentioned is interesting or not depends on whether it is new or not. Pass this message out later and try to let more people know."
After saying that, he straightened his official hat and went to the classroom together with several clan disciples who had already come out.
When I arrived at the place, I saw that the staff of the Zongren Mansion were already waiting, and several teachers from the National History Museum were also here. The leader was Qian Daxin, the editor of Wuying Palace, who was also the teacher of the twelfth elder brother Yong Cang.
He helped his disciples compile the "Imperial Manchu and Mongolian Literature Review".
At the beginning of the year, he was promoted by the rich man to the position of Jijijiu of the Imperial College, equivalent to the principal of the Qing Dynasty Preparatory School for Civil Servants.
The candidates arrived one after another, including a bunch of princes, a bunch of Baylors, and a bunch of others. Of course, Jia Liu also had a bunch here.
Ninety percent of the time it was still the uncle who was calling, but apart from this old boy, Andershan, Yongheng, and Shouling all looked bad.
Maybe it's because the real fire is not strong enough and the ghost called Zongren Mansion invaded last night.
Yongheng mustered up the courage to talk to Mr. Jia Jia about refunding the money, but was stopped by Jia Liuyi before he could say anything.
"Don't give up until the last moment."
After saying that, Jia Liu ignored the others and walked straight into the classroom.
Refund is impossible.
"Aunt Daddy!"
Jiucheng is such a well-behaved child that he doesn't dare to say hello to his aunt when there are many people around him. However, when he enters the classroom, he takes the initiative to sit next to his aunt. Although he is worried in his heart, he has 100% trust in his aunt on the face.
"Listen carefully and don't talk."
Jia Liu coughed lightly and put the small notebook he brought with him on the table. Teacher Qian has been taking notes there silently since the class started.
When Jiuzheng saw this, he quickly imitated it, but he was curious about what his aunt wrote, so he took a sneak peek when his aunt wasn't paying attention.
As a result, I became more and more curious.
Because the notebook is filled with um, ah, uh.
I do not know what it meant.
I also listened very carefully to the family unity class in the afternoon. When the staff mentioned a prince, Jia Liu would write it down and then put a cross on the person's name.
As I was typing, I found that there was not enough paper, and I couldn't help but lament why there were so many Aisin Gioro.
This will last until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
Simply pick up a pen and write your name, then put a check mark on it and the small word "End" in brackets.
Finally, I stayed up until the end of get out of class, pretending to be tired after a day, so I went back and had dinner with Baozhu, then squeezed into the same bed and slept together.
He didn't ask Baozhu to keep vigil for him anymore because it was unnecessary.
No matter what kind of apiao, they are all paper tigers in front of the truth.
If there really is a ghost in the world, Jia Liu would like to have a talk with Azige and Yunreng.
From a dialectical point of view, these Ah Piao and Jia Liu can cooperate because they have a common enemy.
If Ah Piao supports Jia Liu, he might be able to vindicate them after he comes to power.
Isn’t this a win-win situation?
Nothing happened all night, the rooster crows at three o'clock.
Drowsily, there were staff outside using loudspeakers to wake up.
Jia Liu quickly woke up Baozhu, who was sleeping like a pig. The master and servant hurriedly dressed, ate breakfast in a hurry, tidied up the house carefully, and then joined the team to get on the bus to the Forbidden City.
After the motorcade drove out of the Zongren Mansion, Jia Liu saw a post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps on the street. They were Uncle Se's Central Army. There were also imperial guards wearing yellow jackets directing traffic at each intersection.
The security level was immediately raised to the highest level, which shows the importance of this meeting of princes and ministers.
When they arrived at Daqingmen, the motorcade stopped.
Someone is calling to get off the bus.
Jia Liuliu got out of the car without saying anything, and then a staff member from the Zongren Mansion came over and asked them to line up, saying they had to go through security check.
That is, every candidate who enters the Qing Dynasty Gate must undergo a body search service by the imperial guards, and is not allowed to carry any weapons.
This is true not only of the candidates, but also of other princes and ministers participating in the meeting.
This made Jia Liu nervous. He had a small gun and a dagger hidden on his body, and Baozhu also had a saber. If he handed over the gun, what if Uncle Se wanted to be the big boss and directly killed him and the old rich man?
Calling daddy does not respond, calling mother-in-law does not come.
This possibility does not exist. In history, most of the powerful officials who failed and were killed ended up in places they never expected.
Learn from those who have gone before and learn from those behind.
Jia Liu didn't want to hand over the gun, so he wanted to see where his eldest cousin Sai Chong'a was so that he could open a back door and let him enter the palace through the VIP channel.
If the eldest cousin doesn't agree, then he won't open it now.
Only my cousin is not here, and Jia Liu, the imperial guard in charge of the security check, can't even name him, and he is really worried and panicked.
Gritting his teeth, he secretly stuffed the dagger and the gun into his crotch when no one was prepared, which made his walking posture a bit weird.
Fortunately, everyone was staring at the security check in front, and no one noticed that Mr. Shikai, who saluted Emperor Taizu Gao yesterday, had difficulty moving.
As the team moved forward, it was Jia Liu's turn who didn't dare to breathe or even fart.
"offend!"
The two third-class imperial guards were also discerning. When they saw that Jia Liu was wearing the uniform of a second-class officer, they immediately became very respectful.
Then, one in front and one behind, they stretched out their hands and began to touch Mr. Jia.
In fact, it is just a formality. All the people entering the palace are high-ranking officials. Who knows how to hide weapons privately and who dares to hide them?
The two guards touched it a few times and found out why this gentleman was so hard. Just when they were wondering, they heard a "bang" and a gun fell out of Master Jia's trouser leg and hit the bluestone tiles firmly.
Um?
The two guards were stunned when another dagger fell from Mr. Jia's trouser leg.