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Chapter 727: A Traitor Has Appeared in the Court!

From the order, the clan is fried.

It was even more chaotic than the rebellion against the emperor, and more exciting than choosing the hat king.

Fuck you, what the hell, tell the men to go to war!
This is the bastard idea that Qin Hui came up with!

That guy is really a scolding girl all over the street.

The first scolding of the military aircraft department, the words are ugly.

Later, some well-informed people found out that the bad idea came from the bullshit general king, and immediately they collectively talked about the eighteen generations of the general king's ancestors.

Some were cursing and cursing, and after thinking about it, if this general king is really the successor of Prince Yu Duoduo, then they fucked their own ancestors, didn't they?

Bah, bad luck!

The first to receive the call-up order was General Fengen Mian'an.

General Feng En is the lowest tier of clan titles, equivalent to a fourth-rank military attache, receiving a salary of 110 taels of silver and 110 hu of lumi every year.

In addition to the income from the banner field, the property shared by the ancestors is not comparable to other clans, but it is much better than ordinary bannermen.

It can be regarded as the middle class, which is not enough compared to the upper class, but more than enough compared to the lower class.

It's also an idea, if something happened to Grandpa, otherwise Mian'an might be able to become a county king, or even a Gushan Beizi.

His grandfather was Lord Kangxi's tenth son Dunjun Wang Yin, who was later banned by Lord Yongzheng because of the party's eighth elder brother Yinhu.

Lord Qianlong was released after ascending the throne. The county king must have nothing to do.

But death has nothing to do with descendants. Ama Hongjun of Mian'an was the sixth eldest, so he didn't directly inherit his father's sixth-rank duke of Fuguo, and only got the eleventh-rank title of Fengguo general.

It was Mian'an's turn to do worse, directly to the lowest level General Feng En.

Fortunately, Mian'an is content, and after the death of his grandfather, his father got a lot from the division of the houses, and it is considered rich if it is divided into the hands of his grandson.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

It should be said that General Feng En has almost no shortcomings except that he likes to spend money to talk about face-to-face.

No matter whether you go to a teahouse to drink tea or take a walk in the bird market, there is always a clear and well-tuned cough before the person arrives, making people know that Mr. Mian is coming.

The sound is particularly recognizable.

Mr. Mian is also a very particular person. He didn't know it at home, but the clothes he wore when he went out were definitely not the same, and there was a fragrance.

Those who don't know think that Mr. Mian likes to be clean, but those who know know that the fragrance is unique to the pawnshop.

No matter winter or summer, Mr. Mian always carries two bird cages. The birds in them are changed every three forks. Touch this thing.

Is a temperate Lord.

Who is the person Mian Ye looked down on the most in his life?

He is the one who leads troops to fight!

In his eyes, those people are pure warriors, they only know how to fight and kill, they don't know how to enjoy life, they just can't get on the stage.

If someone has something good to ask Mian Ye how many crossbows he can pull and what horse he can ride, Mian Ye will give you a big slap in the face.

But if you want to ask Mr. Mian how to raise this bird, then Mr. Mian can sit and chat with you for a day.

Master Mian also has a virtue, that is, besides going to pawnshops, he also likes to pay on credit in small restaurants.

Don't you have something to say? If you don't buy anything on credit, can you be called a bannerman?
Without white stripes, it can be called yellow tape!
The only thing that can scare Mian Ye is the creditor.

Apart from the creditors, he is not afraid of even the Emperor!
"Hey, I'm afraid you guys won't come? I'm the yellow belt of Aixinjueluo, Lord Kangxi is my old man, the first emperor is my fourth master, and the emperor has to call me nephew! With my status, can I owe you money?
Why, who doesn't have a difficult time, who doesn't have a shortage?I heard from the men, the brothers can go back with peace of mind, and wait for the monthly salary, silver and rice to be issued, don't bother you, I will send it to you by myself! "

Most of the time this is useful, but there are times when it doesn't work, what should I do?
easy to do!

Master Mian just took off his clothes and lay down naked in front of the creditor.

If you want to fight or kill, you can figure it out!

Can you fight or kill?

No, he is a yellow belt!

I can only keep it, pointing to the fact that the master will pay the salary next month and take the initiative to pay back the money.

In the past two years, Mr. Mian may have really encountered the financial tsunami. He really couldn’t afford it anymore, and no one lent him any more money. Ama also told him that he was so angry that he was a prodigal, let alone helping him. Don't let him in.

There was no way, in order to have a stutter, Mr. Mian could only grit his teeth and buy out the houses all over the city, and rented a small house in the outer city to do some small business.

But this business can only be done secretly, because it is really shameful.

When carrying a burden and going out to drink, he would also bump into acquaintances, and Mr. Mian said, "Hey, I'm free, come and play!"

If the acquaintances don't know how to leave, Mr. Mian will pass the rattle to the person's hand: "This is not a business, it's just a thing. How about you come and shout a few times?"

It's been a long time, and it's like this.

Compared with the Han people, the children of the Eight Banners are aristocrats, and the children of the clan are the privileged class compared to the children of the Eight Banners, but the privileged class is also divided into ranks and ranks.

No matter where, what kind of group, there are high and low points.

Clans like Mian'an whose ancestors committed crimes belonged to the poor and settled clans.

Unless the weather changes, their family will be like that.

That day Mian Ye went out for a couple of rounds with his burden, sold a dozen or so coppers, and returned to the rented land contentedly. He was going to the small wine shop nearby to boil a pot of wine and order fennel beans. They had been waiting for him for a long time, and the leader politely handed over a recruitment document to Mr. Mian.

According to the regulations of the imperial court, Mr. Mian's Ama Hongjun had seven sons, so two of them had to be recruited. The eldest son Mian'an couldn't even run away.

Hearing that Mr. Mian and his Ama knew that the imperial court recruited the sons of the clan to go to war, and the eldest son had to go, he was so happy that he almost couldn't bring himself to mention it.

"Master, please take care of this document. Tomorrow, report to Deshengmen school grounds by yourself. Don't miss the time. Otherwise, the superiors will blame you, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to explain!"

The leader of the yamen servant is very particular about his speech, no matter how down-and-out this person is, he is a yellow belt, whose surname is Aixinjueluo, and they are not the ones who offended him.

If it weren't for this status, this master's protection fee would have been collected long ago.

"Fuck it, grandma!"

Mian'an had received compulsory elementary school education and could read some characters. When he saw that the conscript was for him to go south to fight, he was so angry that he jumped up and down, cursing in the street.

It attracted a group of Han neighbors to come and eat melons.

"Master, don't embarrass the little ones, the little ones are also ordered to do things, you must keep this document well, and tell your superiors if you have anything to do!"

The yamen servants were too lazy to chat with this dilapidated clan, and there were hundreds of documents to be delivered.

As soon as the yamen servants left, those who had something good to do asked, "I said, Mr. Mian, what happened to make you so anxious?"

"There are treacherous ministers in the court, and they are going to kill us, Aixinjueluo!"

Mian An spat hard, and actually tore the call-up order to pieces, and a heavenly girl scattered flowers: "I'll go to his grandma, let me sell candied haws to fight with the thieves, this is not for the gods Are you looking for shit with a lantern in the hut?"

(End of this chapter)