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Chapter 702 Please Hand Over Your Guns

After daybreak, Baozhu felt deeply guilty about not honestly keeping vigil for His Excellency the President at night, but sitting up and sleeping, so he lied and said that in his dream, someone asked him to give a message to His Excellency the President, saying that whether the Qing Dynasty is prosperous or not depends on the situation. Jue Luo is not new.

What do you mean, it is good for the president.

Because Mr. President, this Jueluo is very new.

Baozhu felt that saying this would make His Excellency the President happy, so that he would not be prosecuted for malfeasance, and maybe he could be rewarded with something if he was happy.

"Bao Zhu, don't be like this. You know that I believe in science. Don't engage in these delusional things in the future. What's new, what's new, what's wrong, and when you lie, you should be as calm as I am. Otherwise, it would be easy for people to see.”

Jia Liu, who was brushing his teeth with green salt, put down the toothbrush made of pig hair, poured saliva into his mouth with a tea mug, and slobbered his neck halfway.

It is really a common style of tea mug in later generations, made of ceramics, produced in Xingzhou.

There is also a line of big characters on it - "The working people are the most glorious".

When Jia Liu inspected Xingzhou in May, he specifically asked the local kiln to be mass-produced. Not many, only 5000 pieces were produced.

At the end of the year, the Zhili Provincial Labor Conference will be held in Baoding, and these tea mugs will be given as prizes to models from all walks of life in Zhili to show that Master Jia Jia attaches great importance to labor production.

In essence, it is similar in nature to the yellow mandarin jacket, representing an honor.

After cleaning his throat and wiping his mouth with a towel, Jia Liu casually threw the toothbrush into the tea mug and threw it on the window sill.

At the door, Su La, arranged by the clan's mansion, brought the breakfast over, and Bao Zhu brought over the various side dishes in the food box and brought them to the table one by one.

There are only three kinds, namely leeks, wild garlic, and cucumbers, all of which have been soaked in salt water without exception.

The staple food is a pot of fried rice.

Before entering the customs, fried rice and fried noodles have always been the staple food of Manchuria. They are convenient and easy to carry when marching and fighting, so they are very popular among soldiers of the Eight Banners. (Historical facts, Jurchen diet test)
When the regent Dorgon led tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers into the customs to fight for the world, all the old and weak women and children in Shengjing City mobilized to fry rice and fried noodles. Defeat the thieves and lay the foundation for the Qing Dynasty today.

Only after entering the customs, because they enjoyed the flowers and mountains of the Han people and tasted the various foods of the Han people, the old customs outside the customs were gradually eliminated.

The reason for the arrangement of the Clan Mansion is probably to let the children of the Prince of the Hats remember the bitterness and think about the sweetness, so that they can cherish the good life that their ancestors gave them.

Jia Liu ate some and thought it was not tasty, so he asked Bao Zhu to bring some boiling water to soak it and eat it as porridge.

Putting down the bowl after eating, he said to Bao Zhu, "I'm going to learn how to recharge my batteries, and you stay here to sleep."

When Baozhu heard this, he quickly put down the bowl, and said that would not work, he had to be with the President, otherwise what would he do if something happened.

"It'll be fine, don't forget that I'm also Baturu anyway, and I can beat three of those people alone."

Jia Liu thought that if something really happened, it happened last night, so why bother today.

Uncle Se's Central Army is responsible for the security of the clan mansion. Unless Uncle Se wants to kill his cousin, no one can do it.

Walking to the door, he thought for a while and turned around to tell Baozhu: "Whether what you just said is interesting or not depends on whether it's new or not. It's good to pass it on later, and try to let more people know."

After saying that, he corrected his official hat, and went to the classroom with several clan disciples who had already come out.

When I arrived at the place, I saw that the staff of the Zongren Mansion were already waiting, and several teachers from the National History Museum also came. The leader was Qian Daxin, the editor of the Hall of Martial Arts. Helped his disciples to compile the "Imperial Manchuria Wenjian".

At the beginning of the year, he was promoted by Lao Fu to be the Imperial College Jijiu, which is equivalent to the principal of the Qing Dynasty Preparatory Civil Service School.

The candidate's children came one after another, a bunch of princes, a bunch of Baylors, a bunch of other people, and of course there was a bunch of Jia Liu here.

Jiucheng is still called by the aunt, but apart from this old boy, the three of Andalshan, Yongheng, and Shouling don't look very good.

It may be that the real fire is not strong enough, because the ghosts called Zongren Mansion invaded last night.

Eternal plucked up the courage to talk to Master Jia Jia about refunding the money, but Jia Liu stopped him before he could speak.

"Until the last moment, don't give up lightly."

After finishing speaking, Jia Liu ignored them and walked straight into the classroom.

Money back, impossible.

"Auntie!"

Jiucheng this child is really well-behaved. He dare not say hello to his aunt when there are many people, but he took the initiative to sit next to his aunt when he entered the classroom. Although he was nervous in his heart, he trusted his aunt 100% on the face.

"Listen carefully and don't talk."

Jia Liu coughed lightly, and put the small notebook he had with him on the table, where Teacher Qian kept taking notes silently after the class started.

When Jiucheng saw this, he hurried to learn, but he was curious about what his aunt had written, so he secretly glanced at it when his aunt was not paying attention.

The result is more and more curious.

Because the notebook is full of uh, uh.

I do not know what it meant.

The family unity class in the afternoon was also very serious. When the staff said a prince, Jia Liu would write it down, and then put a cross on his name.

After typing, I found that there was not enough paper, and I couldn't help but wailed why there were so many Aixinjueluo.

This has to be killed until the Year of the Monkey.

Simply pick up a pen and write your name, and then put a check mark on it, with the small characters "end" in brackets.

Finally, he stayed until the end of get out of class, pretending to be exhausted after a whole day, went back to have dinner with Bao Zhu, squeezed into a bed and slept together.

He didn't ask Bao Zhu to keep watch for him, because it was unnecessary.

No matter what kind of Ah Piao, he is a paper tiger in front of the truth.

If there are ghosts in the world, Jia Liu would like to have a talk with Azige and Yunfeng.

From a dialectical point of view, these Ah Piao and Jia Liu can cooperate, because they have a common enemy.

If Ah Piao supported Jia Liu, he might be able to vindicate them after he came to power.

Isn't this a win-win?

Nothing happened all night, the rooster crows at three o'clock.

In a daze, a staff member outside was yelling to get up with a loudspeaker.

Jia Liu hurriedly woke up Baozhu, who was sleeping like a pig, and the master and servant hurriedly dressed, had breakfast in a hurry, and tidied up the house carefully, then joined the team and got on the bus to the Forbidden City.

After the convoy drove out of the clan's mansion, Jia Liu saw that there were guards at every five steps and sentries at every ten steps on the street, all of them were the central army of Mr. Se, and there were imperial guards in yellow jackets directing traffic at every intersection.

The security level was immediately raised to the highest level, which shows the importance of this meeting of princes, princes and ministers.

At Daqingmen, the convoy stopped.

Someone is calling to get off.

Jia Liu got out of the car without saying a word, and then some staff from the clan's mansion came over and asked them to line up, saying that they had to go through the security check.

That is, every candidate who enters the Daqing Gate must accept the body search service of the imperial guards and is not allowed to carry any weapons.

This is not only true of candidates, but also of other princes and ministers attending the meeting.

This made Jia Liu nervous. He had a small gun and a dagger hidden in his body, and Baozhu also had a saber. If he handed over the gun, if Uncle Yise wanted to be the big boss, he would just take him in the same pot with Lao Fu. Calling father should not, calling mother not to come.

This possibility is not non-existent. Didn't the power officials who failed and were killed in history mostly fell in places they never thought of?

Lessons from the past, the teacher behind the car.

Jia Liu didn't want to hand over his gun, so he wanted to see where his eldest cousin Sai Chong'a was, so that he could open a back door for him to enter the palace through the VIP passage.

If the eldest cousin disagrees, then he will not open this meeting.

Only the old cousin is not here, and the group of imperial guards in charge of the security check, Jia Liu, can't even be called by name, and they are really anxious and flustered.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he secretly stuffed the dagger and the small gun into his crotch when no one was prepared, which made his walking posture a little weird.

Fortunately, everyone was staring at the security check in front, and no one noticed that Mr. Shikai, who had saluted the emperor Gao yesterday, was inconvenient to move.

As the team moved forward, it was finally Jia Liu's turn, who didn't dare to breathe or fart.

"offend!"

The two third-class guards in front of the imperial court also had good eyesight. When they saw that Jia Liu was wearing a second-rank official uniform, they immediately became very respectful.

Afterwards, one in front and one behind, they stretched out their hands and began to touch Mrs. Jia.

In fact, it's just a formality. Those who enter the palace are all high officials of the imperial court. Who can hide weapons privately, and who dares to hide them.

The two guards groped a few times to find out why this lord was so hard. When they were wondering, they heard a "bang", and a gun fell out of lord Jia's trouser leg, and smashed firmly on the bluestone slab.

Ok?
The two guards were stunned, another dagger fell from Master Jia's trouser leg.

(End of this chapter)