Sir, you have to pay more

Chapter 672
"Brother Liu, are you here too?"

Dong Gao, deputy envoy of the Department of General Affairs, paid the gift and was guided down to the courtyard where the banquet was held by the reception staff. At a glance, he saw Liu Quanzhi, a Jinshi of the same year, who is currently the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and hurried forward to say hello.

A total of seven tables were set up in this courtyard, and the list posted at the door indicated that they were for visitors from the three institutions of Taichang Temple, Tongzheng Shisi, and Dali Temple.

The three yamen belonged to the Leng Yamen among the major yamen in Beijing, that is, units with little fat and water outside.

Many of the officials in office are from the second-class Jinshi background. Like the Metropolitan Procuratorate, it belongs to a relatively concentrated unit.

Among the three institutions, Dali Temple is more professional, because this yamen is in charge of the trial of criminal and prison cases, and it is also called the "Three Law Departments" together with the Criminal Ministry and the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

The Ministry of Punishment is in charge of the arrest but the Dali Temple is in charge of the sentence regardless of the arrest, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate supervises from it to avoid unjust, false and wrong cases.

In case of a major case, a joint trial of the three judicial divisions will be initiated.

Generally, the joint trial of the three courts must involve major cases, such as treason, fraud in imperial examinations, or matters involving the rank of governor.

Since the income of the officials of the three yamen is generally not high, and their life in Beijing mainly depends on the support of Lianyin, the gifts offered by the officials of these units are relatively small.

Liu Quanzhi got up and invited Dong Gao to sit next to him, and said casually: "Miss Jia Jia has a wedding, can I, the young minister of Taichang Temple, come? The little fourth-rank official can't eat and walk away."

There is a bit of yin and yang between the words.

"I won't drink wine. I have to go back to the yamen after dinner. There are too many official documents from various places in Beijing these days. I'm so busy. How can I be free to drink?"

Dong Gao sat down while talking, picked up the brewed tea bowl on the table and took a sip, and immediately spit out: "What the hell, he is the governor of Zhili, so he invites the guests to drink this foam?"

"Forget it, some drinks are good. Did you see the minister of the Zhili Governor's Department at the entrance of the alley just now? The dignified leader of the frontier has no shame, but he is watching the guests offer gifts, what the hell."

Liu Quanzhi was angry. Although he was only a fourth-rank official, he had also been a school inspector in Anhui. The Anhui scholars, including the governor and the chief minister, were not polite when they saw him. Unexpectedly, just because he offered 80 taels of gift money, the governor Jia Don't even dare to look at him, it's really annoying.

In terms of origin, although Jia was a bannerman, he was only a member of the Han army.

In terms of seniority, what kind of air does Bai Tang'a have.

In good conscience, this kind of person is also worthy of being a frontier if he didn't get the merits of helping the country by bumping into a dead mouse?

Since ancient times, warriors have been domineering and defiant, which is really good.

Let's watch him rise from a tall building, and let's see when he collapses.

Liu Quanzhi's words resonated with Wu Xiongguang, Shaoqing of Dali Temple who was sitting at the same table next to him.

"Jia Shikai ascended to a high position suddenly at a young age, and he has no background, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself. He accepts gift money arbitrarily by holding a full moon wine for his brother, and even forcibly sends invitations to officials above the fourth rank in Beijing. He really doesn't want to do this at all. This kind of person is destined to be famous for a while, but not for a lifetime.”

After Wu Xiongguang finished speaking, he took a big sip of the tea that the traffickers only drank.

After receiving the invitation from Jia's mansion, Wu Ben didn't want to come, but the hall official Xiling Afei wanted all officials above the fourth rank of Dali Temple to go to Jia's mansion, so he had no choice but to come with his colleagues.

When paying the gift money at the gate, the hall official Xi Ling'a offered 3000 taels, and some of his colleagues offered 1500 taels, and others offered 60 taels, but he ignored his colleagues' persuasion and only paid five taels.

This is by far the one with the least gifts from officials.

Seriously breaking the rules of the road.

According to the unspecified regulations in the past, the minimum gift money for officials at the level of Minister of Military Aircraft is 400 taels, the minimum gift money for six ministers and ministers is 100 taels, the minimum for censors is 50 taels, and the minimum gift money for military aircraft Zhangjing is 16 taels.

Military aircraft Zhangjing is generally fourth-rank, and the corresponding fourth-rank official gift is at least 16 taels.

The owner of the treat was looking at the gift receiving place again. It was still the forehead of the hat Wang family, and the border of the Qing Dynasty. Even if you really have no money as an official, you have to start at a minimum of 50 taels, right?

But Wu Xiongguang only packs five taels, what do you mean?
It's clear that he doesn't take Master Jia Jia seriously!
Do not make progress.

But for some reason, Master Jia Jia didn’t get angry when he heard about this, but just said oh, and then asked someone to take the vice president of Dali Temple, who was only willing to pay five taels, to the banquet.

"It's better for you to say a few words less, in case the wall has ears."

Dong Gao kindly reminded those present not to complain. As far as he knows, Jia Jia Shikai has a close relationship with Fu Zhongtang, Prince An and others. There are also many people who flatter and flatter horses, so if someone with a heart hears it and spreads it to the rookie of the court, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

"There are no outsiders here, what are you afraid of?"

That's what Liu Quanzhi said, but he didn't dare to slander the host of the banquet.

Many officials came to sit down one after another, but after sitting down, without exception, they were whispering and whispering. From time to time, some people sneered or hummed, whispering a few complaints.

Obviously, the full moon banquet organized by the governor of Zhili made many officials uncomfortable and dissatisfied.

After the complaints were made, the topic of discussion among officials gradually turned to the upcoming National Assembly.

Another well-informed person said that the Ministry of Rites had just submitted a booklet and asked to revise the nomination method, saying that all descendants of the clan who had meritorious deeds in the Qing Dynasty could be nominated.

The Military Aircraft Department has approved it, and is asking those who have the right to nominate to nominate the imperial clan according to the previously formulated method.

As a result, there will be a lot more clans who can't keep competing for the hat king this time. Who can be nominated and who can get more votes has become the focus of all parties.

Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that this National Assembly must be extremely lively.

But this has nothing to do with the majority of officials. They have no right to nominate and vote. They can only watch the excitement from the sidelines.

Many officials privately said that the National Assembly organized by the Military Aircraft Department was simply a joke, making the hat king of the Qing Dynasty like a joke in the market.

Officials with a little knowledge of the details knew that if the National Assembly was successfully held and concluded, the emperor's authority might be completely wiped out. Inside and outside Beijing, only Fu Zhongtang would be known, but not Lord Qianlong.

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The officials outside speculated and discussed with each other there, complaining constantly.

In a small dark room, A Siha, the capital branch president of the Gongjinhui and the official secretary of the Qing Dynasty, passed the pen over again, persuading the dumbfounded military servant Ji Yun: "Master Ji, you have been thinking about it for half an hour. If you don’t write, I’m afraid you won’t even have the chance to write.”

Waiting patiently, but it was still too late to see Ji Yun write a letter of persuasion, so he lost his patience and snorted slightly: "Ji Xiaolan, you don't want to toast or eat fine wine! It's rare that my son-in-law likes you as a talent, and I want to Supporting you, if you really don’t know good and bad, then don’t blame the old man for not showing respect to colleagues!”

After saying that, he ordered someone to hand a glass of wine in front of Ji Yun.

Needless to say, this glass of wine must be poisonous.

Ji Yun really drank it, and a generation of Wenzong fell.

Looking at the sharpened pen and ink in front of him, looking at the glass of poisonous wine with a strange color, Ji Yun is really dumb and eats yellow lotus, he can't tell the pain.

Yes, he really wanted to win the favor of the governor of Zhili by praising Jia Jia Shikai, but it didn't mean that he, Ji Yun, betrayed the emperor and the Qing Dynasty, and became the running dog of Jia Jia Shikai, a traitorous official!
No one would have imagined that the leader of the Qing Dynasty's feudal borders would have the wolfish ambition to seize power, let alone that the Minister of the Ministry of Officials of the Qing Dynasty would also be a hawk and dog for him!

If he had known that this son was a generation of tigers and wolves, he would definitely not have written the eulogy of Nao Shizi's pacification of religious chaos, the bullshit Jia Gonghan's biography.

"It seems that Mr. Ji really doesn't want to make progress."

A Siha sneered, raised his hand, and immediately a person beside him stepped forward to open the "Hundred Official Records", and read softly: "Ji Yun's eldest son, Ji Ruji, was born in Juren. You know, the three-character Ji Ru seems to be ten years old this year. His elder brother Ji Yu, his younger brother Ji Zhao, his main wife Ma Yuefang, his concubines Wenluan, Guo Caifu, and Shen Mingxuan. Concubines such as Shen Mingxuan and principal wives all bought houses to live near the Old Summer Palace outside Beijing."

Before finishing reading, Ji Yun was already sweating, and looked at Asiha with some horror: "Abetang, the family is not as bad as you."

"Is it worse than your family?"

A Siha shook his head, "According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, you, Ji Yun, secretly donated money to fund the anti-Qing thieves, which is called treason, and you should punish the three clans. Today, only your whole family is destroyed, and the forehead is already lenient on you. "

Hearing this, Ji Yun said angrily, "Asiha, you are an incompetent person, if it weren't for the emperor's love, how could you have the high official status you have today!"

Asiha immediately corrected: "Ji Xiaolan, what does it have to do with the emperor for me to be able to have today's meritorious support?"

This is the truth, if it wasn't for his son-in-law to protect him, he, Asiha, would have been punished as Qianlong's rebellious party as early as the palace chaos, so there would be no Abetang today.

"Come here, feed Master Ji wine!"

A Siha didn't bother to talk nonsense with Ji Yun anymore, so he waved his hands and ordered Ji Yun to be executed immediately.

The forehead made it clear that whoever does not go with him, let anyone go with the late emperor.

When the poisonous wine came to his lips, he thought of the whole family, the concubine of Mingxuan, and all the good things in the world. Ji Yun, who was not a hard-boiled person, finally realized it. Book.

After writing, it is like unloading a heavy burden.

The door of the room was also opened just in time, and a bright light shone on Jia Liu who entered, as if wrapped in green energy.

Looking at the persuasion letter written on the table, Jia Liu nodded slightly, and looked at Ji Da Tobacco with satisfaction, and just about to speak to encourage him, he saw Ji Da Tobacco flicked his sleeves, stepped forward and bowed his knees: " Minister Ji Yun kowtows to His Majesty!"

ah? !
"Hey, it's early, it's early!"

Jia Liu was elated when he was called, he stepped forward to help Ji Xiaogang, and said with joy: "The geomantic omen of the Qing Dynasty has been broken, and the country is troubled now. It is time for us heroes to stand up and rebuild China. Don't worry about it, sir." Don't have any thoughts under pressure, just do things seriously, then it will be a matter of course."

"minister"

No matter how thick-skinned Ji Xiaolan is, she doesn't know what to say at this time.

"It's okay, it's okay, old man, you can accompany Mr. Ji to have a drink or two, and tell him about our club. Tell him about the rules of the Gongjin Association, and introduce some colleagues in the association to him."

Just as Jia Liu was talking with a smile, Ding Qing came to report that there were three yellow belts from the clan, and all three of them gave gifts of 20,000 taels, and hoped to meet Master Jia Jia.

"Old Ji, I have business here, you and Lao Ah can be more casual, don't be restrained, just treat me as your home."

Jia Liu, who was in a good mood, hurried to pick up the guest, thinking with his ass, he knew that the three yellow belts must be rushing to give him money.

"Forehead son-in-law, let's get busy, I'm here."

The old Ah smiled and picked up the poisonous wine on the table and drank it down, and enthusiastically dragged the dazed Ji Yun to the banquet.

(End of this chapter)