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Chapter 43 The Long Journey
Who is in the way of getting some money when a person is about to die?

Isn't the old saying that death is the greatest thing?

In short, Jia Liu didn't think there was any problem with collecting some money.

Besides, he didn't ask for the money on his own initiative, it was stuffed to him by others.

How chilling would it be if you didn't take it?

They all belong to the same banner, and they are all descendants of traitors. If the relationship is stagnant, will they still be able to get along in the future?
Do we want to get rich together, so as to establish an unbreakable Han Army Eight Banners Alliance and realize the ultimate ideal?
Leaving the long-term aside, the most important thing is that Jia Liu did not collect cash for no reason, but out of practical considerations.

People, no matter where you get mixed up, you have to have a plan.

It’s not fake to go to Jinchuan, and maybe it’s not fake to die there, but if you work hard, you may not really die there.

How hard?

Is there any hard work solution in the world that can solve problems better than money?
Jia Liu thought that after arriving in Jinchuan, he had to find a way to get himself a quota to avoid death, that is, he didn't have to go to the front line and rush forward like a fool with a ladder, but just stayed behind to guard the grain carts, manage equipment, etc. A supervising team is also fine.

Therefore, he must get some money.

I have some money in my pocket, not much.

Jia Juan gave her younger brother a 50 taels bank note, and her second sister, Jia Lan, also took a 100 taels bank note for her younger brother's self-defense. Dad Daquan gave his son the last bit of cash in the family, so Jia Liu had [-] taels on him. More taels, plus the dozen or so taels just received, about one hundred and eighty taels.

Logically, this money should be enough for Jia Liu to buy a quota to avoid death. After all, the annual salary of a hereditary Yunqiwei is only 85 taels.But Jia Liu still wanted to go further, to see if he could buy another low-level military post, after all, he couldn't just go to Jinchuan for nothing.

It is cheap to buy official functions in Baitang A, and if the serving officials buy them, they can get a discount, and there are many positions to choose from, so they must be used wisely.

In addition, Jia Liu must have many disciples of Baitang A who have the same plan as him. This will cause the "official price" to skyrocket after arriving in Jinchuan. With his financial strength, he may not even be able to buy tickets.

Therefore, when someone gives, he receives.

Money, the more the better.

Only with money can one have life, and with one's life can one do business!
As the saying goes, a man doing nothing but doing nothing is no different from rotten wood and weeds!
No matter what Zu Yingyuan thought of him, Jia Liu had no intention of shrouding his body for the Qing Dynasty.

Jia Liu, who is determined, let alone Zu Yingyuan, even if his old grandfather Zu Dashou came, he would never change his determination to collect money and do business.

People from the Jianrui Camp came to inform Zhenglan Banner Baitang'a that he was going to receive supplies and weapons.

Jia Liu, the foreman, went with others to check the supplies. First, he checked the war horses distributed to them. There were seventeen horses in total, all of which were top-quality Mongolian war horses.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the war horse, Jia Liu called Chang Bingzhong and the others to lead the horses one by one, and he also got a white horse.

This is the work of heroism.

A white horse matches a hero.

However, these war horses Jia Liu and the others only have temporary use rights, not permanent use rights, and they have to return them after they come back from fighting Jinchuan, unless they have made military achievements and were promoted to military positions, or they all died.

After receiving the horses, Jia Liu, as the foreman, commanded Yang Zhi and another Sula captain, Wang Si, to bring back the luggage and equipment.

Not to mention, Butha Baitang'a's status is really good, none of those Sula dared to disobey the order, even their masters had to listen.

This is the benefit of the "system".

Baitang'a's equipment was quite good. One of them was given a helmet with a red tassel hanging from the top of the iron top, a pair of cotton armor, a bow, a saber, and seventy arrows.

In addition, one person was given a pair of cloth shoes, the same pair of leather boots, and a quilt weighing eight catties.

These are actually the equipment of the basic forward soldiers of the forward battalion.

If it is a shotgun vanguard, in addition to these equipment, it is also equipped with a shotgun, as well as corresponding gunpowder and lead bullets.

A group of bannermen who have never even been on the battlefield enjoy the same equipment and treatment as the Qianfeng Battalion. It is because they are not ordinary bannermen, but worship Tang'a.

Officials are not officials, but they are by no means ordinary soldiers.

To be precise, Bai Tang'a is a reserve officer.

Sura's weapons and equipment were much worse. There was no helmet or armor, only a hat that looked like a bamboo hat, and a gray military uniform with the word "兵" printed on the front.

The weapons are a spear for each person, a saber for the team leader, and three eight-strength bows and two hundred arrows for the other team.

Because the number of people in the Zhenglan Banner of the Han army was relatively small, whether it was Baitanga or Sula, the Jianrui battalion who distributed the supplies only gave six carts.

There is more than [-] miles from Beijing to Jinchuan, and it may take a month to walk there just by marching on two legs. Therefore, whether it is the Qianfeng Battalion that set off first yesterday or the Jianrui Battalion today, they all use horse-drawn carriages instead of walking to realize the "preparation." Motorization".

Of course, this has something to do with the Eight Banners children, and the local green camps don't have this kind of treatment.

Needless to say, people rely on clothing, and Buddha depends on gold clothing.

Putting on brand-new cotton armor and wearing helmets, the group of disciples worshiping Tang A is really eye-catching and refreshing.

Even Jia Liu seemed a bit mighty invisibly, riding on the white horse, he looked like a human being.

Half an hour later, there were drums beating in the school grounds, and there were three links between the front and back.

Then the camp gate was pulled open by the soldiers, and then a group of Eight Banners generals with sharp armors galloped out of the camp. The first one was Du Erjia, the commander-in-chief of the reinforcements and the vice-captain of Manchuria in Xiangbai Banner.

I saw the deputy capital commander who had served in Xinjiang for many years, immediately looked around at the Baitanga team that had been dressed up on both sides, and waved his right hand, and immediately two Xiaoqi schoolmen with small triangular flags galloped out. One person goes east, one person goes west, and each flags.

Then the horn sounded "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Jianrui Battalion Wing Commander Shu Mulu reined in his horse and ordered: "Jianrui Battalion, let's go!"

"set off!"

More than twenty officers of the Jianrui Battalion followed closely behind the wing commander.

Hundreds of carriages loaded with sergeants and baggage came out of the camp gate in three columns, and the dry road with horseshoes was filled with dirt and dust.

"Get on the horse!"

The leader of the Manchurian Eight Banners team, the second-class bodyguard Yamantal, shouted, and the Manchurian Eight Banners team who had been waiting for a long time immediately got on their horses, making a sound of iron grinding.

The leader of the Mongolian Eight Banners, Jianrui Battalion forward school Amantai, the leader of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Guilin, and the leader of the Eight Banners of the Han Army, Alanbao, all issued departure orders.

After a period of confusion, teams started out one after another.

Looking at the large group of people who had already driven two or three miles away, Jia Liu touched the neck of the white horse under his crotch, and finally took a look behind the majestic and tall Beijing city wall. He reined in the reins and led the Zhenglan Banner team of the Han army to embark on an expedition of all sizes. Jinchuan's long road.

Destiny is raging fire, I don't know if it can burn through the sky.

(End of this chapter)