Kangxi, your Qing Dynasty is dead

Chapter 110 Third Prince Zhu, Let's Revolt Together! (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)

"The low-ranking Sichuan Baoning Mansion Wenlin Lang Jingchuan asks Prince Yu to rest in peace!"

"The low-ranking Hunan Changsha Mansion Wenlin Lang Zhang Jingke invites Prince Yu to rest in peace!"

"Wang Shengming, a humble candidate from the Shaoxing government in Zhejiang Province, asks Lord Yu to rest in peace!"

"Zhu Xu, a humble official from Kaifeng Prefecture in Henan Province, asks Lord Yu to rest in peace!"

"Jiang Zixiang, a member of Taiyuan Mansion in Shanxi Province, is a low-ranking official, and asks Prince Yu to rest in peace!"

The two of Ruixintang, a ceremony of kowtowing to the nobleman after meeting the nobleman is going on. These five lucky officials are dozens of Qing Dynasty officials who lined up outside Ruixintang in person to apply for the "official election loan" Elected from the candidate dog officers.

These few look healthy, and they are not very old. The most important thing is that the parents in the family are not old, and they are all in good health. Family status.Those who are young and strong are preferred, and those whose parents are dead or both parents are still young are the best.

Otherwise, if the official dies in office, or if the official encounters unlucky filial piety, the "official election loan" is likely to become a non-performing loan.

Therefore, those old, sick Jinshi and Juren usually encounter the dilemma of having nowhere to borrow money, and can only wait in Beijing with the help of fellow villagers in the same year. To appoint an official, unless he is dead or the old man in the family has passed away.
As for juren, that's not necessarily the case. They are selected, and if they are picked, they will be there. If they can't be picked, they can be thrown away.

However, no matter whether they are promoted as non-commissioned officers or promoted as officials, the official career of most Han officials in the Qing Dynasty (sixty to seventy percent) will stop at the beginning of the official career-that is, they will not be promoted in their entire lives, and not being promoted does not mean that they can carry the Qing Dynasty. The iron rice bowl is just waiting to die.

Because the Han officials in the Qing Dynasty did not have an iron rice bowl, and the salaries of officials in the Qing Dynasty were determined according to the official position, and there would be no salary if there was no official position.It has nothing to do with rank or rank.

Others thought that they became officials and got a golden job, but in fact they were temporary editors!
After many people's salary is full, they can only go home with a lot of bitterness and suffering. Eight years of candidates plus five years of salary is 13 years. If you are in your 30s, you will almost be in high school. It's over.

Of course, Banner officials have hard-core crops, and many of them still have world jobs, so it is easy to mix up errands. In the Kangxi Dynasty, it was no good to be an Eight Banners infantry.

A Bujia has at least two taels of silver a month, and four stones and eight buckets of Lumi a year-this is still "sitting food", and you can have it while sitting at home!If you want to go out for a walk, there is still food to eat, and each person will add two taels of silver per month.In addition, there is a "Ji Mi" every quarter. When the emperor is happy, there is also a "Rewarding the Eight Banners".

The children of the Eight Banners, including the sisters of the Eight Banners, are all given one or half of the soldier's rations at birth, and every household can receive a horse stem (horse raising money) regardless of whether they raise horses or not!

In addition, each flag Ding can have [-] acres of flag fields, which are land exempt from all taxes!

Although these Eight Banners children all call themselves "slaves" (either the emperor's slaves or the banner owners' slaves), and the Han officials all call themselves ministers, which seems to be a bit more upscale.

But who is the master of this country, presumably everyone knows in their hearts.

But having an interim officer is better than nothing, right?

Even if it is a county magistrate, as long as the land is scraped well, there is still a possibility that there will be some money left after repaying the usury.

Therefore, the candidates for officials and candidates who were brought up by Wang Zhongxiao to greet Fuquan all looked grateful. They were not pretending, but grateful from the bottom of their hearts!
This mentality is completely different from those famous scholars in the Ming and Song dynasties when they visited the prince.

What kind of literati's character, what kind of scholarly spirit, what kind of wit and nobleness, there are none of them, and some are just usury!
Several of them have been candidates in Beijing for many years, and Jiang Zixiang, the longest candidate in Taiyuan Prefecture, has been waiting for nine years!
He was a Juren 17 years ago. He was only 16 years old at the time, and he came to Beijing excitedly.But he was not discouraged, and he took the exam twice in the next six years, but he still failed one after another.

So he went to the Ministry of Officials to give a confession, and wanted to participate in the selection by recruiting people.In fact, in the early and middle stages of the Shunzhi Dynasty, there were quite a lot of opportunities for juren to be selected.

However, it was already in the later period of the Shunzhi Dynasty when this Jiang Dajuren went to participate in the selection. At that time, the official vacancies in various places had already been filled, and there were more and more candidates.After entering the customs, the first generation of Eight Banners disciples also had time to find a job. In addition, this Jiang Daju didn't look like a minister, he was thin and short, and he didn't like "gentlemen and women".So he picked and picked and no one wanted it.

And in the process of "selecting" by Beijing and others, he had to maintain the dignity of the candidate officials, and he had to move around to find ways.But although his family is in business, they are not big Shanxi merchants, and they simply cannot afford his "spendishness", so he can only rely on borrowing to maintain.But as a native of Shanxi, he has a bit of business sense, and he knows how to make money.So I didn't dare to borrow a debt from Hades to buy an official. As a result, I was given too little, and I couldn't get through at all, so I could only endure the endless waiting.In the end, the official was not elected, and the debts piled up, and now I owe more than 2000 taels. This is a usury with rolling interest!
Being forced to pay for the debt, he really had no choice, so he made up his mind and prepared to borrow a large sum from the newly opened Ruixintang, no matter what, he wanted to buy a short one. Unexpectedly, he would meet a nobleman!

God has eyes!
Thinking of this, Jiang Daju burst into tears!

When he cried, the other two Jinshi and two Juren also had their noses sore, and tears came down.

It turns out that the situation of these four people is similar to that of Jiang Zixiang, a student from Taiyuan, Shanxi Province. They are all humble scholars. I thought I could be an extremely human minister in this life.But it took a few years to find out, where did they come to be officials?They were simply here to be used as dogs by the Qing emperor, and they were temporary dogs with no establishment. What's worse, they had already owed a huge debt before they even repaid the temporary dogs.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Yu Wang Fuquan was a little dizzy when he saw this scene, "Wang Datou, how did you choose someone? You guys were very happy when you met me in the past."

He knows that he is a noble person, and he is often "encountered" by others, but the people who met him before were all the children of the Eight Banners, and they were all laughing and joking, and no one was crying.

"My lord, their lives are miserable. They are Han people, and some of us are bannermen." Wang Zhongxiao explained with a smile, "For this county magistrate, he studied hard for a while and took endless imperial examinations. How difficult is that essay?" Write it! I finally won the Jinshi and Juren, and I have to be a candidate in Beijing. I can’t wait for an errand in [-] years, and my family is not rich. In order to make a living, everyone is at a loss! See you now If you are willing to promote one of them, you will meet a living Bodhisattva, can you not cry?"

While speaking, Wang Zhongxiao gave the five guys who were about to become dog officials winks again, and those guys were quite clever, and immediately shouted: "My lord, you are our living Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva bless you!"

Du Bodhisattva blessed Wang Zhong and said with filial piety: If they want to put aside the previous dynasty, even if they recognize Wei Zhongxian as their grandfather, they will not be as depressed as they are now!At least it won't be a loan shark.

"Then, let me bless them for a while." Yu Wang Fuquan asked, "Do you want me to say hello to Kana?"

The bachelor of the university is now the Minister of the Ministry of Officials in Kana!
"That's too much face for you!" Wang Zhongxiao said with a smile, "My lord, let me arrange this matter, let them borrow another sum of money from Ruixintang as the official copy, and I will take them to find My teacher, Ming Zhongtang, please greet me, my teacher knows that they are destined to be with the prince, so he will greet the officials and arrange for them to release the two rivers. When I turn back, I will go south with Prince Kang, and I can also help with errands along the way."

"Okay, let's do it!" Fuquan smiled and pointed at Wang Zhongxiao, "You guys will follow him from now on. He is the first-class bodyguard in front of the imperial court, Wang Shikai, the chief of sticky poles, and Wang Fuchen, the president's military training minister, is his Ama. He is his mentor, Duolong, governor of Liangjiang, is his mentor. If you follow him, you will not have to live in hardship in the future."

After hearing Fuquan's words, several Qing dog officials were so excited that they almost cried. Release Liangjiang!Moreover, he can also hang out with the apprentice of the governor of Liangjiang. Wouldn't the prefect of Liangjiang be able to make up immediately?
In addition, this master guard is still a student of Mingzhu. Following him means joining Mingzhu's clique, and he will be able to form cliques with Mingzhu in the future. Good times are coming!
Thinking of this, several Qing dog officials hurriedly kowtowed to Wang Zhongxiao again.Wang Zhongxiao nodded with satisfaction. Although these five people are not strong righteous men, they all have the qualifications to be officials, and they don't have any background. They are all down-and-out and easy to control. The master housekeeper who "helped" them become officials.

Let them go to Liangjiang now, and then transfer them to Liangjiang when the unfilial father becomes the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi in the future, then they will be able to actually control five counties.

Just after the New Year in the ninth year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, the weather was very cold, even in Zhejiang, which is located on the southeast coast.Moreover, the coldness in Zhejiang is not the dryness and coldness in the north, but the dampness and coldness unique to the south.The humidity is high, the temperature is low, and the chill is biting, it seems to be immersed in the bone marrow of people.

In a private school outside Yuyao County, a 36-year-old middle-aged man with a bald head and no hat, wearing a ragged cotton jacket, stared at a stove in a daze.Pickled vegetable and tofu soup was stewed on the stove, and the soup had begun to roll, and the aroma of pickled vegetables floated in the small room.

Because the New Year's Day is not yet out, this private school does not start classes today, and the surroundings are so quiet that only the sound of pickled vegetable and tofu soup turning flowers and bubbling on the fire can be heard.In the small room, it seems to be a world of its own, giving people a feeling of isolation from the world.

The goose feather snow had just fallen for a day outside. The snow had not melted and covered the ground. The middle-aged man suddenly showed panic. He listened carefully, and heard the sound of footsteps trampling on the snow.He paused, made a distinction, and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Is it Xiangu and Brother 21? Come in!"

There were three laughing voices with different voices outside the door.The door creaked and was pushed open, and then a Taoist nun, a man in a short shirt, and a white-faced scholar in a moon white robe came in.The three of them were covered in slush, and their faces were red from the cold.As soon as she entered the door, she stomped her feet vigorously. The nun smelled the smell of pickled vegetables and tofu soup and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you always want to wear it. It's not that we don't help you, so you can't eat better and drink better? Think So did you back then."

The 35-year-old middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head and said, "Chang Xiangu, if you don't mention your bravery, I'm just a down-and-out scholar now. I have a wife and children to support, so how can I spend so much money? If it arouses suspicion from the government, I'm afraid I'll implicate you."

This Chang Xiangu is the Chang Mingyue who traveled with Chen Yonghua in the capital and showed her face at Wang Zhongxiao's wedding.

Chang Xiangu giggled and said: "Brother Wang, you don't have to be afraid now, there won't be imperial hawks coming to catch you again!"

The middle-aged teacher who Chang Mingyue called "Third Brother Wang" is the true deity of the third prince Zhu who has countless clones, is famous in China, and caused headaches for several generations of emperors in the Qing Dynasty!
His original name was Zhu Cijiong, he was the third son of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, and he was named King Ding Qiansui.

Now that the Ming Dynasty is gone, he, King Ding, naturally has to hide in Tibet and hide his name.So he changed his name to Wang Shiyuan, hid near Yuyao County, Zhejiang, and worked as a teacher in a dilapidated town.

However, although he is down and out, there are still some righteous men who are determined to regain their senses to protect and help him, and Chang Mingyue is one of them.And the "Brother 21" Zhang 21 who came with Chang Mingyue is the nearby strong man who provided protection for the third prince Zhenzhu.

Under the protection of these righteous men, even anti-Qing leaders like Yang Qilong and Chen Yonghua would find it difficult to see the real Third Prince Zhu.They don't even know where the third prince Zhu is hiding?
Before, Chang Mingyue had told Chen Yonghua that the statement that the third prince Zhu was in Suzhou was just a random nonsense.

But now the real Third Prince Zhu is no longer afraid of the court hawks, because he himself is the court hawks!That's why Chang Mingyue brought Chen Yonghua here, and the white-faced scholar who followed her was Chen Yonghua.

Wang Shiyuan didn't know that he was not afraid of eagles and dogs now, so he smiled wryly: "Xianggu, stop joking, what is my identity? How can I not be afraid of the imperial court's eagles and dogs?"

"Fufu, show Shiyuan the good things." Chang Mingyue said to Chen Yonghua with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Chen Yonghua came here with a bag on his back. Hearing what Chang Mingyue said, he immediately took off the bag, put it on a small table, and opened it.

Inside the package is an official uniform, an official hat, a copper seal, an official photo, a token and a book.

"these are"

"These are all yours!" Chang Mingyue picked up the official photo with a smile, and handed it to Wang Shiyuan, "Take a look!"

Wang Shiyuan took it and looked at it, and was immediately dumbfounded, because it said "Wang Shiyuan, from Yuyao County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, 36 years old, eighth-rank apprentice, candidate for county magistrate, walking on the sticky pole of the House of Internal Affairs" and other words.

"Xiangu, what's going on?" Wang Shiyuan looked up at Chang Mingyue, "I, how did I become?"

Chen Yonghua said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, don't think you are too small. Although you are an official of the eighth grade, you have an errand to walk around the sticky pole of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. An official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs! On the ground in Yuyao, it is the county magistrate who met you You also have to pay three points!"

"It's fake, what's the use?" Wang Shiyuan shook his head.

"It's true!" Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "Now you are really the imperial court official of the Qing Dynasty!"

"This, this, how is this possible?"

Chang Mingyue said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you are really an official now! It was your nanny Jin Yuhuan's son-in-law who helped you do it."

"Mother Jin's son-in-law?" When Wang Shiyuan thought of his nanny back then, he remembered all kinds of people who were in the palace back then. The carved railings and jade brickwork are still there, it's just that the red face has changed!

Chen Yonghua said: "Your nanny later followed Yang Qianhu from Nzifu, gave birth to two daughters, and married Wang Zhongxiao, the head of the stick together. Wouldn’t it be a piece of cake for you to be a candidate for the eighth rank of the county magistrate? And you don’t get your salary for nothing, and people like you are also needed in the sticky pole.”

Wang Shiyuan was still skeptical, "What is this sticky stick for?"

"There's a lot of work on this stick!" Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "One of them is to catch the third prince Zhu!"

"What?" Wang Shiyuan was almost paralyzed in fright, but fortunately Zhang 21 beside him helped him.

Chang Mingyue picked up the book in the bundle with a smile, handed it to Wang Shiyuan and said, "Brother Wang, read this book, and after reading it, you will know that someone is using your name to make big things, and it's a big deal." There is a lot of sound and color, the world will soon be in chaos, and it will be chaos because of you!"

"The world judges the third prince Zhu?" Wang Shiyuan looked at the cover of the book with a helpless expression on his face.He didn't want to make trouble at all, he just wanted to live in peace and stability, but it happened that people kept using his name to make uprisings.And it's all over the world, everywhere!If there are not a few "Zhu Third Prince Uprisings" in a year, it seems that the target has not been fulfilled!
Now I have gone one step further, and have written a book about it!

"That's right," Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "this is the anti-book written by the third prince Zhu! Now the third prince Zhu not only wrote the anti-book, but also set up a Tiandihui, which thinks that people in the world should oppose the Qing Dynasty and establish a heaven on earth." !

Before long, the world will fall into chaos because of Third Prince Zhu. Brother Wang, you can't hide here anymore, let's go to Suzhou with us!

"What are you going to Suzhou for?" Wang Shiyuan was taken aback.

Chen Yonghua laughed and said, "Go to Suzhou to help Third Prince Zhu revolt!"

(End of this chapter)