After the conscription order, the clan was in a state of disarray.
It's more chaotic than the rebellion against the emperor, and more exciting than choosing the hat king.
Fuck you, what the hell are you asking men to go to war with?
Which Qin Hui came up with this bastard idea!
That guy is really a scolding guy on the streets.
The first scolding was made by the military commander, and his words were hard to hear.
Later, some well-informed people found out that the bad idea came from that bullshit General Wang, and they immediately started to blame the Eighteenth Generation of General Wang's ancestors.
Some of them were cursing and cursing, but after thinking about it, if this general was really the descendant of Prince Yu Duduo, then wouldn't they be talking about their own ancestors?
Bah, bad luck!
The first person to receive the call-up order was General Feng'en Mian'an.
General Feng'en is the lowest rank in the clan, equivalent to a fourth-grade military attache. He receives an annual salary of 110 taels of silver and 110 hu of rice.
Coupled with the income from the banner fields, the property shared by the ancestors is not comparable to other clans, but it is much better than the average banner people.
It is considered middle class, not enough compared to the upper class, but more than enough compared to the lower class.
It's also an idea. If something happens to Grandpa, otherwise Mian'an might be able to become a county prince, or even a Gushan Beizi.
His grandfather was Yin??, Prince of Shizidun County, Emperor Kangxi. Later, Yinsu, the eighth elder brother of the Communist Party, was imprisoned and dismissed by Emperor Yongzheng because he was affiliated with the party.
After Emperor Qianlong ascended the throne and was released, the county king certainly did not do anything. He was only given the rank of auxiliary prince, and when he died, he was buried according to the Gushan Beizi ceremony.
However, it has nothing to do with children and grandchildren after death. Ama Hongjun was the sixth in Mian'an, so he could not directly inherit his father's sixth-class auxiliary dukedom, but only received the eleventh-class title of general Fengguo.
It was Mian'an's turn to do even worse, and he was directly the lowest level General Feng En.
Fortunately, Mian'an was content, and after his grandfather's death, his father got a lot from each house, and his grandson would be considered wealthy if he distributed it to his grandson.
A camel is so skinny that it is bigger than a horse.
It can be said that General Feng En has almost no shortcomings except his love of spending money to show off his appearance.
No matter whether you are going to a teahouse to drink tea or strolling to the bird market, you will always cough clearly and melodiously before anyone arrives, making people know that Mr. Mian is coming.
The sound is particularly distinctive.
Mr. Mian is also a very particular person. I don’t know at home, but the clothes he wears when he goes out are definitely not the same and have a nice fragrance.
People who don't know think that Mr. Mian likes to be clean, but those who know know that the fragrance is unique to the pawn shop.
No matter winter or summer, Mr. Mian always carries two bird cages. The birds in them are changed every three or five, and sometimes he also carries a cricket cage. After losing half of his family's fortune in a cricket fight a few years ago, Mr. Mian never stopped.
Touched this thing.
He is a temperate Lord.
Who is the person Mian Ye despises the most in his life?
He is the one who leads the troops to fight!
In his eyes, those people were purely martial artists who only knew how to fight and kill, but did not know how to enjoy life. They were simply not worthy of publicity.
Someone who has something to do asks Mr. Mian how many stone bows he can pull and what kind of horse he can ride. Mr. Mian's guardian gives him a slap in the face.
But if you ask Mr. Mian how to raise this bird, then Mr. Mian can sit there and chat with you for a whole day.
Mr. Mian also has a virtue, that is, in addition to going to pawnshops, he also likes to get credit in small restaurants.
There's nothing wrong with that. If you don't take things on credit, how can you be called a bannerman?
If you don’t get a white belt, you can call it a yellow belt!…
The only thing that scares Mr. Mian is his creditors.
Except for creditors, he is not afraid of even the Emperor!
"Hey, are you afraid that you guys won't be able to get married? I am an Aisin Gioro yellow belt, Emperor Kangxi is my old grandfather, and the late emperor is my fourth uncle. The emperor has to call me nephew! With my status, can I owe you money?
...What the heck, who's family doesn't have a hard time, who doesn't have a shortage? I heard from you guys, you guys can go back with peace of mind and wait until your monthly salary, silver and rice are paid. Don't bother you, I'll give it to you myself.
Send it over!"
Most of the time this works, but sometimes it doesn't work. What should I do?
Easy to handle!
Mr. Mian will
Then take off your clothes and lie down naked in front of your creditor.
I'll beat or kill you, it's up to you!
Can you fight or kill?
No, I’m a yellow belt!
I can only keep it and take the initiative to pay back the money when the man gets his salary next month.
In the past two years, Mr. Mian may have really encountered a financial tsunami. He really can't afford to survive, and no one will lend him money anymore. Ama is also very angry at calling him a prodigal son, let alone providing aid, just the door.
They didn't even let him in.
There was no other way. In order to support his stuttering, Mr. Mian had no choice but to buy out all the houses in the city and rent a small house in the outer city to do some small business.
But this business can only be done secretly, because it is really shady.
When he went out carrying a load and shouting, he would bump into an acquaintance, and Mr. Mian would say, "Hey, I have nothing to do, come and have fun!"
If an acquaintance doesn't know what to do, Mr. Mian will hand the rattle to the person's hand and say: "This is not a business, it's just a toy. How about you come and give me a shout?"
As time passed, it became like this.
Compared with the Han people, the children of the Eight Banners are aristocrats, and the children of the clan are the privileged class compared to the children of the Eight Banners, but the privileged class is also divided into three, six, and nine levels.
Regardless of where they are or what group they are, there are always superior and inferior ones.
A clan like Mian'an whose ancestors had committed crimes was considered a broken household in the clan.
Unless things change, their family will be like that.
That day, Mr. Mian carried his burden and went shopping twice. After selling about ten coppers, he returned to the rented land with satisfaction. He was going to go to the small wine shop nearby to boil a pot of wine and order a plate of fennel beans. He didn't want to go to the yamen of Tianfu.
Having been waiting for him for a long time, the leader politely handed a recruitment document to Mr. Mian.
According to the regulations of the imperial court, Master Mian and Ama Hongjun have seven sons, so two must be sent to the expedition. Mian'an, the eldest son, cannot escape.
I heard that Mr. Mian and his mother knew that the imperial court was recruiting the clan's children to go on an expedition and that the eldest son had to go. He was so happy that he could hardly lift his breath.
"Sir, please keep this document and report to the Deshengmen campus tomorrow. Don't miss it, otherwise the superiors will blame you. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to explain!"
The head of the government office is very particular about what he says. No matter how downcast he is, the man in front of him is a yellow belt. His surname is Aixinjueluo. He is not offended by these people.
If it weren't for this identity, this man's protection fee would have been collected long ago.
"Fuck you, grandma!"
Mian'an had received compulsory primary school education and knew some words. When he saw that the conscription order was for him to go south to fight, he became so angry that he started to curse in the street.
A group of Han neighbors came over to eat melon.
"Sir, please don't embarrass the young ones. You are also under orders to do things. You must keep this document and tell me if you have anything to do!"
The government officials were too lazy to chat with this dilapidated clan, as they still had hundreds of documents to deliver.
As soon as the yamen servant left, the person who had something to do asked: "Master Mian, what on earth happened to make you so anxious?"
"There is a female official in the court, and she wants to trick us, Aixinjueluo, into death!"
Mian'an spit hard and actually tore the recruitment order into pieces. A goddess came and said: "Fuck grandma, let me sell sugar-coated haws in the battle to fight against the thieves. This is not what I want you to do."
Are you looking for shit in the latrine with a lantern?"