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Chapter 942 Imperially appointed admiral to beggar gang leader
The old rich expression was full of drama, and the specific expression could not be described in words. Anyway, he dropped the diary after the sixth virtuous brother was shocked, hugged him and cried out excitedly: "My good Anda, you hid too much!" Deep!"

After that, there was nothing to say, thousands of words were in the wine, the two brothers walked away, and the past passed away, and the two brothers continued to play happily hand in hand.

You will be your emperor, and I will be my prime minister.

Jia is not separated from the rich, and the rich is not separated from Jia.

Isn't it just a matter of changing the emperor, what a big deal, as long as other interests don't change, everything is easy to talk about.

This is also an appearance carefully conceived by Lao Fulu with his eyes closed and resting his mind. It is both high-key and low-key. It not only perfectly expresses his loyalty as a minister, but also infinitely magnifies his love for the six virtuous brothers, volatile from the small self to the big self. , the whole style is much taller.

Ordinary people do not have such brain cells.

Because they don't understand Liu Zi.

And Lao Fu is full of confidence in this.

He dared to touch his chest and say that there is absolutely no second person in this world who understands Liu Zi better than him!

He is also confident that he has done it perfectly, and now he is waiting for the six sons to hand over the position of prime minister to him, and then he will repeatedly give up, so that there will be another story of the emperor and ministers through the ages, which is not flattering.

So, wouldn't it be better than him begging the sixth son to let him go for nothing?
Lao Fu actually knew that Liu Zi would not kill him, because Liu Zi was a benevolent person.

But saving his life is not his goal, his goal is to continue to serve as the top leader of the court.

This requires a certain amount of wisdom and strategy.

However, to Old Fu's surprise, the six sons didn't seem to be on the same channel as him, and they didn't pay attention to why Brother Fu had his diary, and even carried it with him when he died.

Instead, he flipped through the diary in his hand, and finally fixed his eyes on the publisher and retail price, and frowned very tightly at the same time.

This made Lao Fu's heart flutter again, could it be that he is still a little poor in morals after all, and doesn't know this kid well enough!

At this time, Jia Liu opened his mouth, raised the diary in his hand, and said very unhappy: "Brother, you are not authentic, you are an important minister of the court anyway, how can you be so disrespectful of my intellectual property rights, and blatantly engage in piracy! You can even pay a little money to subscribe to a few chapters!"

"What pirated version?"

Lao Fu knew nothing about the word.

"Look at the release date of this book!"

Jia Liu angrily pointed out that the release date of this "Diary Collection of the Restoration Emperor Volume [-]" was five months ago, and he made up his mind to publish it publicly because of the serious situation of his diary being sold privately by the staff around him last month.

So far, less than [-] copies have been issued. Considering that the emperor should not seek personal gain, the price is also very cheap, and three elders can buy one copy.

Excluding printing costs, not only did not earn a penny, but also paid seven or eight taels!

And it is certain that the diary has not yet been issued in the enemy and puppet areas of the capital.

Here comes the question, where did the pirated diary in Lao Fu's hand come from?

Still selling two or three copies, this is nothing short of profiteering, it's pulling his reformer's wool and cutting off his Devil Liu's tail!

Can't stand it!
Moreover, the printing quality is obviously too poor. He flipped through it just now. Not only is the layout messy, but there are also many typos throughout the article. It is simply shoddy, and readers are not serious!
What annoyed him even more was that this book was still the fucking volume [-]!
It's as if he knew that the Great Reformer would write the middle volume and the second volume.

You say irritating is not irritating!
"Uh?"

The series of questioning from the six sons made Lao Fu feel dazed, he really didn't know where the book was printed, he only knew that it would cost 200 taels on the black market.

He entrusted many people to buy a copy, and finally spent more than 400 taels, but it was worth the money, after all, I heard that this book was the hard work of the six sons.

After I bought it, I stayed up all night reading it with the lights on and came to two conclusions.

One is that the diary of the six virtuous brothers is not only an excellent teaching material for governing the country, but also the only way for officials to improve.

That is to say, those who become officials only need to follow the description in the diary of the six sons, and dare not say that they will be promoted to the third level every year, and there is no problem in being promoted to the first level in three years.

The second is that this diary will be his talisman, and carrying it on his body will have the same effect as an iron coupon to avoid death.

But he really didn't expect that this book would be a fake, and the person involved didn't even know it.

this is inevitable
How should I put it, Lao Fu feels very bad anyway.

The original self-confidence was also gone, and he began to feel uneasy amidst the anxiety in his heart, worrying whether the sixth son would be happy for a while, which really made him a benevolent person.

But soon, his heart fell again.

Because Liu Zixian went to the desk and took a new book from the drawer and solemnly handed it to him: "This is the genuine edition, I signed it, you put it away."

"I"

Old Fu didn't know what to say.

"Stop talking, I understand."

Jia Liu turned around and glanced at the big Western clock in the corner. When he saw that it was time to eat, he asked the cafeteria to bring some dishes over, regardless of whether Lao Fu was in the mood to eat.

"Six sons,"

The corners of the old rich's eyes were moistened for no reason, and he found that the six-son virtuous brother gave him a big clock weighing more than one hundred catties that he had always carried with him.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, eat, eat."

Jia Liu directly dragged Lao Fu to the small dining table next door, and soon the cafeteria delivered the food, which was very simple, a pot of meat, a plate of fish, and two vegetarian dishes.

The soup is directly boiled with soy sauce.

"Try this meat, I specially asked the canteen chef to remove the oil, it tastes fat but not greasy."

While talking, Jia Liu took a piece of fat meat and handed it to Lao Fu's bowl.

Lao Fu was so touched that he quickly swallowed it. Although it was extremely difficult to swallow, he still enjoyed the taste. After eating it, he couldn't help but praised: "Okay, this meat is really well cooked, delicious and thick, and unique. It's me, Zhang Jia, Lao Fu. Best food I've ever had in my life."

"Good ingredients should be made by good masters. If there is no good master, even the best ingredients will be tasteless and tasteless. The so-called draft should not forget the digger. When we eat good ingredients, we must not forget Thanks to the masters."

There is clearly something to be said.

After speaking, he put a piece of lean meat into his mouth, and said with emotion: "To tell you the truth, brother, I haven't eaten meat for half a month. If I hadn't entertained brother today, I wouldn't have made an exception."

"Oh?"

Lao Fu cooperated with an expression of disbelief.

"Brother, I don't know how difficult the country is now. In the battle of Huguang, how much food was spent and how many places were destroyed. Not to mention the people's life is hard, my emperor is even more miserable, so I said when the soldiers can eat meat every day. Only eat meat."

After all, it is not without regret that so far, he, the emperor, cannot make the soldiers eat meat every day, so he has always been embarrassed to eat meat.

Old Fu was really stunned, he didn't move at all, he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Jia Liu picked up a piece of fat meat with his chopsticks and gave it to Lao Fu, while he still ate the thin meat.

It's not that he is reluctant to eat lean meat for the rich, but that fat meat is more popular than lean meat in this era because of the general lack of nutrition.

Don't look at what old and fat people look like, but they definitely don't like lean meat.

The old Fu cursed secretly, bit the bullet and forcibly swallowed the big fat meat into his stomach, and wiped his mouth: "Liu Zi, I actually wanted to rebel a long time ago, you don't know, after I was released from prison, I wholeheartedly planned for you, I didn't expect it to be the end."

Jia Liu stopped: "Brother, you don't need to tell me these things, others don't understand me, don't they understand you?"

After a pause, "By the way, I have something to tell my elder brother."

Then he told Lao Fu that he did not kill Qianlong, but let Qianlong serve as the vice president of the Qing Poetry Association. It was to let Qianlong use his personal expertise and leave more spiritual wealth for the Qing Dynasty and the people.

After all, this guy can write poetry.

There was no surprise on the old Fu's face, but he said quickly: "I am not very good at writing poems and songs, but I have some insignificant experience in governing the country."

Hearing this, Jia Liu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have already arranged your work."

After hearing this, Lao Fu got up quickly and said excitedly: "No matter what the emperor asks me to do, I will never turn back. It is my duty to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire!"

Then he asked Liu Zi very politely whether he would return to Beijing immediately to preside over the overall situation, or return to Beijing with Yu Jia.

Jia Liu looked at Lao Fu carefully: "Your work is arranged in this way. You also know that there are many poor people in our Qing Dynasty, and there are also many refugees, so I plan to set up a refugee mutual aid association, and you will be the chairman."

"Huh? Can the emperor explain it more clearly?"

Old Fu said that he didn't understand what you Guiziliu were talking about.

"It's the leader of the gang of beggars."

Jia Liu put down the bowl, took out the iron plate ordered to be made a long time ago from his pocket, and threw it in front of Lao Fu.

There are eleven large characters on the iron plate - "Imperial Commander, President of the Beggars' Federation".

This is the fate of the old rich.

The author's note again: This book is a life essay of comedy sketches, and the contents of traditional bad streets such as war, technology, and farming are all briefly written.

(End of this chapter)