Even though Jia Liuzhen understood some of the situation, he was really willing to give Qianlong a chance to be a new man.
In addition, it can also be regarded as the handover of work between the new and old emperors.
Even if there is no actual content, there is still a sense of ritual.
But maybe it was his excessive enthusiasm that caused Qianlong to be highly nervous. He stood up and knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I... I am guilty of the Qing Dynasty, guilty!"
This posture shocked Jia Liu, because he did not expect Qianlong's consciousness to be so high.
Is it forced by the pressure of life, or is it a result of the rich man’s training?
Without thinking too much, he quickly helped Qianlong up and comforted him: "Whether he is guilty or not, it doesn't matter what you say, and it doesn't matter what I say. Let history judge... But you can take the initiative to plead guilty. , it shows that you, Chen Jialuo, are still worthy of my saving, it’s not in vain that I specially called you here to talk.”
Every sentence is inseparable from Lao Chen or Chen Jialuo.
Qianlong accepted this calmly.
Because he knew that his biological Ama was really not Yongzheng.
"...I thought I would definitely die, but I didn't expect that the emperor could see me. It is really the greatest honor in my life. I am really, really..."
The emotional Qianlong was speechless. Although he stopped crying, he still choked with sobs.
Jia Liu, who always respects the old and loves the young, saw this and patted Qianlong's shoulder: "Don't be sad, you are already in your sixties. Take care of your body. Your body is the capital of your work. Without good health, how can you do anything for the Qing Dynasty?" Keep working."
"The emperor really won't kill his ministers?"
Qianlong was like a drowning man grasping at straws.
"Why should I kill you?"
Jia Liu smiled and shook his head, lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.
"Of course, there are many people who want me to kill you, saying that keeping you here will be a disaster to the Qing Dynasty, but after much deliberation, I decided to give you a chance to make meritorious deeds. After all, you have also done a good job for the Qing Dynasty in the past few decades. Yes... By the way, regarding your job, I have discussed with the cabinet and given you three options. You can listen and see which one is more suitable."
"Yes Yes."
Qianlong nodded his head, feeling much more at ease.
As long as Guiziliu doesn't kill him, Xianyu's chances of turning around are slim, but not impossible.
Jia Liu nodded with satisfaction and said: "First, you go to Tianjin to do environmental sanitation work."
"specifically is?"
Qianlong didn't quite understand what sanitation meant.
Jia Liu explained: "It's just pulling the cart, helping empty the buckets and so on."
"Um?"
Qianlong said nothing, obviously this kind of physical work was not suitable for him.
Jia Liu also understood and told him the second job.
"I plan to build a royal zoo near the Old Summer Palace. You can go to the zoo to raise elephants, tigers, bears, etc."
This job is actually very lucrative, because Sun Yue of Deyun Club is so fat.
If Qianlong was willing to do it and could do it well, there would be no delicacies, but there should be no problem if he had fish and meat every meal.
After all, the director of this zoo is Prince Heshuo Xiong, who has a very high official position.
Those who look after gates and sweep streets must start at the department level.
But Qianlong obviously didn't want to do this job, and his face looked a little ugly. He might have felt that working with lions and tigers was dangerous.
Jia Liu shook his head secretly and said the third work arrangement.
"The last job is tailor-made for you, so you can use your personal strengths."
"My personal strengths?"
"Isn't your personal specialty writing poetry?"
"Huh?...Yes, yes, yes."
"I also like writing poetry very much. Poetry can cultivate people's sentiments. Our Qing Dynasty also needs relevant literary and artistic institutions to serve the people, so I am planning to establish the Qing Dynasty Poetry Association. You can be the vice president."
Jia Liu put out his cigarette butt and asked Qianlong if he would like to be the vice president of the Poetry Association.
Of course Qianlong was willing. This job did not require physical strength and was not dangerous, so it was perfect for him.
However, there was a look of hesitation on his face.
"Speak boldly if you have any ideas, and don't have any reservations about me. You know who I am as a human being. As long as you, Old Chen, sincerely repent and are willing to contribute to the Qing Dynasty and the people, I will never go back on your past accounts."
Jia Liu gave Qianlong a reassurance.
With these words, Qianlong plucked up the courage to ask: "What about the treatment of Chen, the vice president?"
Jia Liu thought for a moment and then decided: "Let's follow the sixth grade."
"From the sixth grade?"
Qianlong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Although he didn't dare to show it on his face, his eyes still betrayed him.
Jia Liu understood Qianlong's psychological gap and said: "Old Chen, you must not have negative thoughts. I am very accurate in judging people. You, Old Chen, have the appearance of longevity, so don't think that the sixth-grade official is low. As long as you work hard,
You can definitely make progress by writing poetry that satisfies the people. In addition, you should study more after work, which will help your progress."
While talking, Jia Liu took out a bound book from the drawer and handed it to Qianlong.
This is the officially released version of his diary.
Currently, it is only available internally to officials of the fourth rank and above. Logically speaking, Qianlong was not accessible if he was not of high rank. However, considering his past status and influence, Jia Liu made an exception and gave a copy.
It still has his autograph.
Looking at the diary in his hand, Qianlong wanted to scold his mother, but the expression on his face was extremely sincere, saying that he must learn more from His Majesty the Emperor's diary and strive for continuous progress.
"The Emperor treats me with sincerity and kindness, and gives me a chance to live a new life. I have no words to thank you..."
Qianlong could also win awards for his performance, and he burst into tears while talking.
Not artificial at all.
"Look at you, why are you crying when you are fine?"
Jia Liu was also moved, and quickly asked the guard to bring a basin of hot water, and gave Qianlong his towel to wipe his face.
Maybe the hot towel had an effect. After Qianlong wiped his face, his expression calmed down a lot. He put the diary into his arms carefully. Just when he was about to say something, Jia Liu spoke first: "Anyway, I won't agree with you if I say anything more."
You said it, you may as well step down, there is really nothing to be done as the emperor. If the people below had not insisted on me being the emperor, I would not have been the emperor. I have been worried about it all day long. I feel that I could have survived.
It was one hundred and eighty, but now I’m afraid even ninety-eight is difficult.”
"..."
Qianlong wanted to agree and say a few words, but in the end his pride strongly demanded that he shut up.
Jia Liu said a few words about Qianlong's private property. The general idea was that because Qianlong did not surrender voluntarily, the previous preferential treatment conditions would definitely not be fulfilled.
Even if he, the emperor, was willing to fulfill it, the officials would not agree.
"So what I mean is that you don't need to take the things from the palace. Go directly to work. Clothes, bedding, etc. will be given to you by your employer."
Qianlong's cheeks twitched, knowing that it was not easy for him to live, and he did not dare to expect anything else, but he still proposed how the court would arrange his wives and concubines.
Jia Liu said: "If you are willing to follow you, just follow you. If you are not willing to follow you, just follow me."
"..."
Qianlong was silent for a moment and said: "After I was arrested, I have been engaged in a fierce and painful ideological struggle on the road. At the most severe point, I even wanted to die. But if I die like this, I will definitely make the emperor powerful and tall."
His image was damaged, so I just gritted my teeth and persevered."
Jia Liu nodded appreciatively: "Persistence is victory."
"What I have to do now is to completely let go of the past, let go of the so-called title of Emperor Qianlong, face reality, plead guilty and obey the law, start a new life, work hard, and strive for early progress."
After saying that, Qianlong stood up again and said firmly: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that I will definitely be a useful person to the Qing Dynasty!"
Jia Liuda was pleased and said two things about Qianlong's future work and life.
At work, Qianlong must have a good relationship with his colleagues and be able to tolerate other people's bad words.
Second, Qianlong had to take matters into his own hands when it came to food, clothing, and daily necessities in the future. He could no longer open his mouth for food and stretch out his hands for clothes as he had done in the past.
The pleasant meeting ended quickly. Jia Liu, the new emperor, once again shook the hand of Qianlong, the old emperor, and told Qianlong: "You can write to me after work. You can write anything. No matter how busy I am, I will reply to you."
.”
Qianlong said that he would definitely report his ideological work to His Majesty the Emperor, with a small report every three days and a large report every five days, so that His Majesty the Emperor could keep abreast of his ideological trends at any time and give him reasonable guidance to strive for early integration into the new life.
Subsequently, Qianlong was taken away by the guards and would remain imprisoned until the Poetry Association was established.
Looking at Qianlong's retreating figure, Jia Liu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of emotion, and then thought deeply.
Immediately, someone brought the old rich man over.
Try to talk to the three of them one by one in the afternoon, because tomorrow he has to go to Beijing to accept the worship of the capital's civil and military officials and successfully move into the Forbidden City.