Kangxi, your Qing Dynasty is dead

Chapter 13 Let's go, go to Beijing to buy an official! (Seeking collection, asking for recommendation, asking for monthly pass, asking for follow-up)

Outside Qujing Prefecture, on the banks of the Nanpan River, there is a dilapidated and large temple called Bailian Temple.It was probably brilliant for a while when it was under peace tomorrow, but after the turmoil of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, this temple has been dilapidated. Parts of the building either burned or simply collapsed.Among the ruined walls, bullet holes and broken arrows pierced into the earthen walls can still be found from time to time.

Although the temple was dilapidated, it was not shut down. There were still a few monks and nuns who did not know where they came from, survived the last round of troubled times, and kept this place of incense for the Buddha.However, it is a bleak operation, struggling to support, and sometimes it has to provide some food, food and lodging for merchants traveling between the two sides of the Nanpan River, earn a little money, and subsidize their lives.

But now the vitality of the world is far from being restored, how many merchants can there be in Yunnan and Guizhou, which is located in the southwest corner?Therefore, the business of tea, food and accommodation in this ruined temple is also dismal, and it is rare to be able to open up.

Today, this dilapidated temple seems to have a big patron, but this big patron has no interest in burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and he doesn't even bother to enter the temple. Instead, he set up a curtain outside the temple facing the Nanpan River.

The monks and nuns of the Bailian Temple and the servants of the big patron were busy setting up the stove outside the curtain, setting up the kitchen, and cooking chicken, duck and fish. Of course, people in Buddhism do not kill of.Although the chickens, ducks, and pigs were raised in the Bailian Temple, and the fish were caught by the monks of the Bailian Temple this morning, the servants of the big patron's family were responsible for the killing.

After the killing, if you donate some sesame oil money, the great monk will come to recite the scriptures and guarantee that the sin of killing will be gone.

This attitude of serving the common people is really no one else.

On the official road next to the ferry on the west bank of the Nanpan River, there was a long line of chariots and horses parked, as well as guards from the Pingxi Prince's Mansion Army in blue jackets, long robes, and red-tasseled straw hats.These palace guards, coachmen, grooms and even the servants who followed them were entertained with wine and meat in the Bailian Temple. They set up broken tables and benches beside the official road, and gathered in groups of three or four to eat and drink.

It seems that some senior officials from the Pingxi Palace are traveling far away today, and they are buying wine here for a farewell party.

Inside the curtain, there were not many people sitting, the ones in the middle were Wang Fuchen, Wu Guogui and Liu Xuanchu, all wearing melon caps and jackets.Accompanying him was Prefect Lu of Qujing Prefecture, a fat man in his 30s, a native of Yunnan, a rich man with a mine in his family, who raised his fame and spent money to become the prefect through the Xixuan route.

As a civil servant elected to the West for fame and fame, the prefect is the ceiling, but Fatty Lu is unwilling to give up and wants to go to the next level.So I got on Wang Fuchen, who had a background in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and wanted to use Wang Fuchen's ladder to climb up again.Today's farewell banquet was arranged by him.

At this moment, he was chatting and laughing with Wang Fuchen, Wu Guogui, and Liu Xuanchu, while his small eyes were rolling around, looking for Wang Fuchen's good second son, Wang Zhongxiao, he could find out clearly that this boy is a young talent that King Pingxi praised as capable. , the prince is going to recommend him to Grand Master Ao Baiao, so this time he will definitely be selected as the imperial guard when he goes to Beijing, now is the right time to send money!
But where did Wang Zhongxiao go?Why is there no one?How about throwing the money to his father, Wang Fuchen!Thinking of this, Fatty Lu took out three envelopes, two of which contained 2000 taels of silver notes each, one was for honoring Wu Guogui, and the other was for Wang Zhongxiao as Sichuan's capital.There was also an envelope containing 500 taels of silver bills, which was given to Liu Xuanchu.

When Wang Fuchen collected money on behalf of his son, Wang Zhongxiao was of course saying goodbye to Wu Xiaotu reluctantly. According to his thoughts, he really wanted to abduct Xiaotu directly.It's a pity that his thoughts seem to be seen through by the two good brothers Wu Shicong and Wu Shijue.So it was a good thing for a lonely man and a widow to meet in an ancient temple, and now there is such a pair of good brothers who are five big and three thick.Not only was Wang Zhongxiao unable to abduct a girl from a good family, but it was even inconvenient for him to use his hands and feet.

There was no other way, Wang Zhongxiao could only ask someone to set up a table of [-]% vegetarian meals in a dilapidated Daxiong Palace to say goodbye to Wu Shicong, Wu Shijue, and Wu Xiaotu—[-]% vegetarian, if you round it up, you will be completely vegetarian!

In addition, the four of them substituted tea for wine and said goodbye while drinking Pu'er.

"Little Tu, don't worry, within five years at the most, I will definitely come to Yunnan to marry you, and I will definitely become a high-ranking official by then!"

Patting their chests and making a five-year agreement with Wu Xiaotu, of course it is the infatuated man, the last official of the Qing Dynasty, and Wang Shikai, who is righteous and generous.He has already calculated that this year is 1668 in the Western calendar, and five years later it will be 1673 in the Western calendar. Wu Sangui revolted against the Qing Dynasty in this year.By then, he would probably have won the trust of Kang Mazi, the young hero of the Qing Dynasty, and he might become Lord Wei, no, Lord Wang.

At that time, it happened that Wu Xiaotu was taken in privately, so that the Wang and Wu families were both brothers and in-laws, and then Wang Zhongxiao could be the final minister of the Qing Dynasty who lived up to the title of "Shikai"!
He must be as loyal as Shi Kai!
"It will take five years." When Wu Xiaotu heard this, his mouth was pouted so high that he could hang a small bottle on it.

Xiaotu is fifteen years old this year, and will be twenty years later in five years.

20 years old is almost enough to be an old girl in this day and age!

Wang Zhongxiao glanced at Wu Xiaotu, Xiaotu was so wronged that he was about to cry, it was so sympathetic, he couldn't help but want to abduct her.

"Xiaotu, Shikai must first become a high official and raise the flag before he can marry you." Wu Shicong is really a good and understanding elder brother. Let me explain the truth for him first, "Otherwise, Shikai married you as a coat, wouldn't you also be a coat of the Han army with Zhengbaiqi? The wife and daughter of the coat are to serve the master"

"What? Serving the master?" Xiaotu looked at Wang Zhongxiao in surprise.

Wang Zhongxiao said: "That's right, the master of our Zhengbai Banner is still a pockmarked monkey with a sharp mouth, so ugly!"

While talking, Wang Zhongxiao thought to himself: That Mazi's surname is probably Kang, and his name is Kang Mazi. But he is lustful, let him see Xiaotu, and he will definitely take it for himself!
Wu Xiaotu stuck out his tongue, with a disgusted expression on his face, "I am a chaste and strong woman, the master of Zhengbaiqi don't want to touch me!"

Wu Shicong and Wu Shijue were stunned by Wang Zhongxiao's words. They knew that the owner of the Zhengbai Banner was the Little Emperor Kangxi. Can this loyal minister say that the emperor is a "big man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks"?Could it be that you, Wang Shikai, have the same thoughts of rebellion as we do?
Wang Zhongxiao knew that he had said something that a loyal minister should not say, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Little Tu, don't worry, my father has the way of being a scholar of the Hongwen Academy. Guards. After another two years, there will definitely be a third-class guard. By then, my father must already be in charge of one side and become an admiral. It is not difficult to ask for the grace to carry the flag."

"One year plus two years is three years. It's agreed, just three years!" Xiaotu didn't let Wang Zhongxiao go on, but counted with his fingers, and his white and tender face became puffy and smiling That's right, it looks so delicious, Wang Zhongxiao wished he could take a bite.

Just when Wang Zhongxiao was thinking of finding some reason to drive Wu Shijuan and Wu Shijue away, Master Yu suddenly walked in from the outside in a hurry. He hurriedly said to him: "Second Young Master, it's almost time. Master and Third Master Wu have closed their stalls, we have to go."

"Okay!" Wang Zhongxiao stood up and cupped his hands towards Wu Shizheng and Wu Shijue: "Brother, third brother, let's stop here today, I should go too. We will meet later!"

Wu Shicong smiled and cupped his fists: "Second brother, brother, I wish you to become a high-ranking official as soon as possible and show your ambitions!"

Wu Shijue also cupped his hands and said: "Second brother, you have real skills, and in a few years, you will definitely be able to become a general. In the future, you will be the commander-in-chief and admiral, so let's serve the Qing together! "

Wang Zhongxiao almost laughed out loud when he heard Wu Shijue's words. Wu Shijue is Wu Guogui's son, and he is still loyal to the Qing Dynasty?It's almost the end!

At this time, Wu Xiaotu also stood up and bowed to Wang Zhongxiao, "Brother Shikai, let's just say goodbye. You, don't forget today's appointment."

Wang Zhongxiao said seriously: "Little Tu, I, Wang Shikai, will not be held accountable!"

Xiaotu took out another handkerchief embroidered with a pair of fat black swans and handed it to Wang Zhongxiao, "Brother Shikai, this is the mandarin duck handkerchief embroidered by Xiaotu. You can take it with you to Beijing and take it out when you miss Xiaotu. one look."

Wang Zhongxiao took the handkerchief, pondered for a moment, and said, "Little Tu, I actually prepared a farewell gift for you, which is a poem called "Farewell."

"Ciography?" Xiaotu was taken aback, "Brother Shikai, you can also compose lyrics? Can you read it and listen to it?"

Wang Zhongxiao nodded, then brewed his feelings, opened his throat, and sang with a little Henan accent in his rather thick voice: "Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the sky is full of green grass. The sound of the willow flute in the evening wind blows, The mountain outside the sunset mountain. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the best friends are scattered. A ladle of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, don’t dream cold tonight”

(End of this chapter)