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Chapter 73 Captain Jia has been promoted...

"A rich man wants to see a humble job?"

Jia Liu, who had just delivered the silver cart and the remains of the fallen soldiers to the Muguomu Camp, had not had time to take a look at the large military camp, or even take a moment to rest, when he was called aside by a Green Camp General Manager.

"Then let me make arrangements,"

Before Jia Liu could finish speaking, the Green Camp CEO named Lu Yuanguang interrupted him impatiently, "No need, just come with me and someone will make arrangements here."

Qian Zong was a sixth-rank official, and Jia Liu was only a ninth-rank Lan Ling chief, but he was a banner official, while Qian Zong was a Han official, so even though he was three ranks behind, Jia Liu didn't feel that he was much shorter than his opponent.

Therefore, seeing that the other party obviously didn't respect him, Mr. Jia, I couldn't help but feel a little angry. However, seeing that the other party was tall, bearded, and capable of fighting, I thought about it and let it go.

After entering the camp, they saw a group of soldiers running towards the seventh arrest team staying outside the camp, and took them all away together with the civilian husband.

Jia Liu did not dare to ask where his people were being taken, so he had to follow Mr. Qian of the Green Camp.

When I first went outside, I thought this camp was very big. When I came in and took a look, my goodness, it really is a big camp, very big.

The various military flags of the Eight Banners and the green flags of the Green Camp were everywhere, and there were tents one after another as far as the eye could see.

There are several stone blockhouses on the nearest school ground. I don't know if they were built by the Qing army or left behind by the Fan soldiers.

Jia Liu saw that the Jianrui camp where they had arrived in Jinchuan before them was undergoing training on climbing forts on ladders. He was very excited. He just didn't know if Wang Qianfeng, who promoted him to be the foreman of the Han army, was among them. Chang Bingzhong, who was assigned to Muguomu, was not there.

Where are you working with Liu Heyi?

About half an hour after walking the incense stick, Jia Liu was taken into a tent by a stone blockhouse by Mr. Qian, who said he would wait here, and then left straight away.

There were no furnishings in the tent. There were hay and mats on the floor, and a few quilts that looked torn and dirty.

There is also a knee-high wooden table with a lunch box on it. In the corner is a pile of clothes that have been there for an unknown period of time, as well as a pair of smelly leather boots.

The air doesn't smell very good.

Just wait, Jia Liu sat down on the ground. After a while, he felt his butt was cold, so he took a quilt and put it under it.

Since he didn't have a watch, Jia Liu couldn't estimate the time, but he always felt that a long time had passed. However, no one came to call him.

The longer I waited, the more anxious I became, so I wanted to get up and go outside to take a look and breathe some fresh air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted up the cotton curtain on the tent, two soldiers with swords stood in front of them, and then they blocked Jia Liu who was about to come out without any explanation.

"Wait!"

The moment he was pushed in, Jia Liu felt his head buzzing and his heart beating violently. He instinctively thought whether that boy Wang Fu had sold him, otherwise why would he be locked up here.

The more I think about it, the more I panic, the more I panic, the more I am afraid, and the more I am afraid, the more I think.

Fortunately, just when Jia Liu's heart was about to collapse, someone finally came to call him.

"follow me."

The person who came was not the powerful Mr. Qian just now, but a bannerman who looked a few years older than Jia Liu and had a friendly face.

Judging from his appearance that this Bi Tie Shi should be easy to talk to, Jia Liu asked cautiously: "Which rich man is it that wants to see me?"

The message was also returned to him, saying that it was Mr. Fu Sheng'a, the deputy capital of Manchuria who was flying the red flag.

Jia Liu thought to himself that this guy was on the same level as that boy from Fu Chang'an, almost at the ministerial level.

"I wonder why Mr. Fu has summoned me?"

Jia Liu handed over a five-tael silver ingot to the person from behind.

Before coming to the camp, he was fully prepared. Not only did he not change out of the clothes stained with Turg's blood, but he also prepared several ingots of silver.

The post was not polite at all. After receiving the money, he said casually: "I don't know."

Jia Liu paused, looking at the silver ingot that the other party put into his pocket with some distress.

However, he still caught the good signal, and he brought it instead of mentioning it, which meant that Wang Fu didn't betray him.

As long as the incident doesn't come to light, things will be easy to handle.

With a little uneasiness, Jia Liu was finally taken to a tent that looked like the residence of high officials.

There are four guards with swords at the door.

After the note was whispered outside the door, Jia Liu was taken in.

As soon as he entered, he stepped forward without hesitation, performed a standard bannerman salute, and said respectfully: "Send your regards, sir!"

"In the flag?"

Fu Sheng'a, who was quite slim behind the desk, put down the brush in his hand and looked carefully at Jia Liu, who was kneeling. He was obviously somewhat satisfied with his background as a bannerman.

"Sir, my humble position is the Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army!"

Jia Liu did not dare to raise his head and acted as if he did not dare to breathe, to show his respect for this ministerial official.

Not to mention, Fudutong saw it, and his favorability level really improved a lot.

"Official credentials."

Next to Fu Sheng'a, Zhang Jingmutu, who was responsible for the memorials, transfer of articles, verification and distribution of money and grain, walked up to Jia Liu and motioned for him to show his "ID card."

Jia Liu quickly took out his official certificate, waist badge, and the letter of appointment as the Han Army's assistant leader of the seventh arrest team, and held them respectfully in his hands.

When Mutu took them and examined them one by one, he was suddenly a little surprised: "Are you donating your title?"

Well?

How do you know about such a private matter?

Jia Liu was stunned. He didn't know how people knew that his official position was unorthodox, but he still nodded honestly: "To tell you what my lord, a humble position is a donation of title."

"Why is it a title donation?"

Lord Fu Dutong was also curious. He had the impression that some of the bannermen's children donated tribute to oversee the imperial examination and become officials, but there were not many who directly donated to official positions.

Because this is a self-destructive thing.

There are unwritten rules within the flag, and the highest rank can only be up to the rank of fourth rank.

Further up, without great opportunities and support from noble people, there is basically no hope.

Even if there are occasional large donations that can reach the third level, they are either filling their posts or doing temporary raids due to the tense war. To buy one, you have to go through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, which is not that easy.

If the person in front of him was quite old, the wealthy man would still understand. But he is obviously very young, so why would he surrender to such a degenerate state? It is hard to avoid doubts.

Mutu took Jia Liu's official certificate and whispered: "It's a title issued by the Sichuan Governor's Palace."

Fu Sheng'a smiled after hearing this, and looking at the Han soldiers who were still kneeling there, he guessed that either their family was in decline, or they had been coaxed by someone.

Signaling Mutu to inquire about the specific circumstances of the attack on the team transporting annual salary.

Jia Liu hurriedly came up with it one by one. Except that the attack on the transport team was completely true, the subsequent parts had a certain degree of artistic processing.

Of course, it's not an exaggeration.

The last words of Turge, the martyred hero of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, were also truthfully spoken by Jia Liu.

The hero's last words were so tragic that Jia Liu stopped several times due to excessive excitement during the process of recollecting them.

After hearing this, Mutu looked at Fu Sheng'a.

Fu Sheng is noncommittal.

Not long after, Mr. Lu Qian, who had brought Jia Liu in earlier, also came in. He glanced at Jia Liu, walked over to Fu Sheng'a, bent down and whispered a few words.

Seeing this, Jia Liu estimated that President Qian had probably gone to the seventh team to check the situation.

Fortunately, this set of rhetoric is not only familiar to him, but also to Zu Yingyuan, Cui Hengyou and other worshipers, so they are not afraid of different opinions from both sides.

After listening to what Lu Yuanguang said, Fu Sheng'a looked at Jia Liu, nodded slightly, and said: "This matter is too sudden. You have tried your best. The death of the guard and the loss of more than half of the salary in the same year have nothing to do with you... You have merit."

No fault."

Huh?

Jia Liu wondered if his ears had heard it wrong. He brought 70% to 80% of the silver, so how could he lose more than half of it?

Fu Sheng'a didn't say anything more to Jia Liu, but glanced at Mutu, who hurriedly returned to the desk and started writing.

Jia Liu knelt there and had no idea what Zhang Jing was writing.

After a while, Mutu handed what he had written to Jia Liu.

When Jia Liu saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned - it turned out to be an official certificate from the Sixth Grade Frontier School, and his name, Jia Dongge, was clearly on it.

Promoted to the third level!

How the hell did he get promoted like that?

Jia Liu couldn't believe how much he had spent, how much thought he had put into donating a ninth-grade official, and even risked beheading, but this sixth-grade official fell on him as lightly as a piece of bird droppings.

On the head....

He didn't do anything.

"This is a reward from Master Fu. As for the corresponding military merits of your unit, a special person will record it and report it to the Meino official camp later."

Jia Liu, who was holding the letter of appointment, quickly reacted and knew that this official certificate was used to block his mouth.

I think he swallowed more than 70,000 taels with great effort. The rich man can get 200,000 taels with just one mouthful. He really is a leader, he is a leader.

"Thank you for your support, sir!"

No matter how rich a person is, this sixth-grade forward school is not fake.

"If anything happens in the future, you can come to the camp and see me."

After Fu Sheng'a finished speaking, he waved his hand. Seeing this, President Lu Qian hurriedly took Jia Liu out. There were some things he had to explain to the forward schoolmaster who had been promoted to the third level in a row.

After Jia Liu stood up, he suddenly knelt down again: "Your Majesty treats me as a mountain of kindness. I am willing to go through fire and water for you, no matter what!"


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