Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 509: Jingqi chews on tree bark, abstract~
Yinta is the calmest~
He had experienced similar desperate runs twice, once in Mobei and once on the plateau.

Front,

There is no way out.

He took off his clothes, wrapped his head with them, and rolled down the hillside without hesitation. He was in pain and friction all the way, and his blood was all over his body.

He quickly stood up, took out a bamboo tube from his arms, and splashed an unknown liquid around.

A quarter of an hour later, a large number of hunting dogs arrived.

A particularly strange thing happened.

The aggressive hounds were frightened and retreated one after another, wailing with their tails between their legs. Some were even frightened to the point of peeing. No matter how the angry dog ​​trainer yelled at them, it was of no use.

Tiger urine~
It triggers the fear hidden deep in the dog's genes.

……

At this time, Yin Ta floated downstream along the river for a mile before he dared to go ashore. After all this trouble, he finally got rid of all the pursuers.

The world returned to silence.

Next,
The key to survival is to find a supply point.

He buried more than ten similar supply points around Suzhou Prefecture, wrapping a small amount of silver, daggers, clothes, and Guanyin soil in oil paper.

Luckily, I found one of them.
Change your clothes first, then swallow the Guanyin soil.

Guanyin soil can not only temporarily sustain life by resisting hunger, but also prevent the excrement from being tracked by hunting dogs.

He ran all the way to the canal under the cover of night and hid in the hold of a large cargo ship.

Although I am not sure what the result of the assassination during the day will be, I think it is very likely that there will be some results.

otherwise,

How could the pursuers be so crazy?

The whole army was annihilated, and Yin Ta escaped alone. After returning, the emperor could do whatever he wanted with him. It didn't matter~
loyalty!

……

Snowing!
It snowed heavily, and the world turned into a vast expanse of white in just one day.

Fan Jing was busy for two days, his eyes as red as a rabbit, and finally he basically figured out the whole story of the assassination and presented it to His Majesty.

The atmosphere in the palace was depressing.

The relaxed atmosphere brought by the victory in the Hubei Campaign was swept away.

After all, His Majesty's mind is different from that of ordinary people. He recovered from his grief after just a few days and was as calm as ever. He only took time out from time to time to visit Concubine Yang's palace to see the son and daughter she left behind.

but,

Those who are familiar with His Majesty know that he will never let this go so easily.

……

In the Qing-controlled areas, food prices remained high.

The two-year-long rising market has made everyone realize that food is the most valuable thing at the moment.

All the big players are transformed into Pixiu~
People starving to death is nothing new; it happens everywhere.

But it does not affect the grain collection in various states and counties.
The gentry could torture and kill debtors at will.

The court’s attitude was clear:
County officials who pay the full amount of taxes and grain will definitely be rated as outstanding by the Ministry of Personnel.

All counties and prefectures that failed to collect the taxes would be stripped of their titles, regardless of the reasons.

There are both positive and negative examples:

The prefect of Baoding Prefecture in Zhili was publicly commended by the Ministry of Personnel as a model for his effective collection of unpaid grain over the years and was promoted to the third-rank Censor.

Wen Sanye, the tax farmer of Da County, Suiding Prefecture, Sichuan, the leader of the Pao brothers and the head of the county group, was awarded the title of Imperial College student because of his active payment.
In Tai'an Prefecture, Shandong Province, six officials including the prefect were confiscated and exiled because they were not good at collecting taxes and grain.

……

This will naturally lead to civil unrest.

Small-scale anti-tax incidents were common in various places, and uprisings also occurred frequently.

but,

The Qing court repeatedly and clearly told local officials that unrest caused by unruly people due to the demand for payment of taxes and grain was not considered a stain and they could join forces with the gentry to suppress it at will.

In the past, it was for the so-called Kangxi and Qianlong prosperous era.

Qianlong also liked to whitewash the peace in the world and the people's support.

Now, it's obviously impossible to cover it up.

Just tear off the Confucian skin and take up the weapons of Legalism completely.

No! Kill!

I don't agree! Kill!

Dissatisfied! Kill!

Kill kill kill kill kill.

Zhang Xianzhong is nothing, Aisin-Gioro is the best killer in history.

I won’t pretend anymore, I’m going to show my cards now.

……

In order to avoid the chaos at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Qianlong also kindly told local gentry that prevention is the key to dealing with unruly people.

As soon as the signs of infestation appear, they should be killed decisively.

Especially the leader of the gang,

The bones and ashes must be crushed in public, and the whole family must be implicated. This will deter the rest of the people who have evil intentions from having such rebellious hearts.

afterwards,

Report to the local county government, which will report to higher authorities step by step, and finally archive it in the Ministry of War.

Gentry families who "actively take precautions" can recommend two or three sons to participate in next year's special examination, which will give them special favors.

Who can resist using fame and fortune to tempt the gentry?

In fashionable terms:

Qianlong used fame and honor as a starting point to actively empower the northern gentry.

……

The best place to stay, at the feet of the emperor.

The city was obviously depressed in 1949.

There was a small shop without a sign in Mulima Hutong, and the owner was busy outside.

The stove is at the door.

The seats are inside.

There is no menu, no high-end dishes, this is a typical restaurant in Beijing - Erhunpu.

There are many different opinions about the origin of the name "Erhun".

In short, it is probably correct to understand that there are very few types of meat dishes available.

……

The Erhunpu is the dietary ceiling for ordinary people in Beijing.

The unemployed scholar opened his arms, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked to the door staggeringly.

The shopkeeper said without hesitation:

"Master Zhang, can I give you a bowl of noodles with rotten meat and a bowl of fried cakes?"

"Got it."

After living in Beijing for a long time, Zhang Kaihuai has also learned some Beijing accents.

Most of the customers at the Er Hun Shop are regulars.

The shopkeeper knows exactly what his regular customers like to eat and how wealthy they are.

As soon as the guests walk to the door, they don't need to say anything, the shopkeeper will immediately make clear arrangements for them.

This is called "authentic".

Also called "mianr".

This is very important if you want to survive in Beijing.

……

The shopkeeper was busy, and when he looked up he was a little dazed. This royal family member in front of him should not be here.

Down and out?
He bowed slightly and said with a smile:

"Master Jueluo, you are here. You are an honored guest. What would you like?"

Fushou looked at the shabby storefront and his old face turned red:
"Pea sprouts stir-fried with pork shreds, pork head, liver tips, stir-fried pork tripe, egg broth, and a dime of wine."

The shopkeeper blushed and put down the spoon.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any pork head, pork liver, or fried pork belly."

Fushou was suspicious and insisted on opening the lid of the pot to check.

Because he remembered that many years ago, he heard the servants say that these were essential dishes.

"What's going on? There's no pig offal?"

Seeing that the nobleman was a little annoyed, the shopkeeper quickly explained:
"Master Jueluo, the main thing is that the eight restaurants in Beijing are not as big as they used to be~"

……

Fu Shou was a little upset:

"What do you mean? You mean, the princes and military officials are scrambling to eat pig offal? They're out of stock?"

"no no."

The shopkeeper was startled.

Quickly explain:

"The princes, the military officials, and the officials in the capital eat very fine food. When they slaughter a pig, the best parts go to the Eighth Floor. The rest of the meat goes to mid-range restaurants. Layer by layer, the pig's offal ends up in our Second Meat Shop. Nowadays, there are fewer customers in the Eighth Floor, so they slaughter fewer pigs, so our offal is also~"

Fushou sighed and understood.

She wrapped her cotton jacket tightly to cover the glaring red belt around her waist and walked into the shop silently.

The shopkeeper hurriedly followed in small steps and wiped the table again.

……

Fushou is a descendant of a side branch of the clan.

According to common sense, he didn't belong in a place like Erhunpu. How could a noble, pure-blooded descendant of the Eight Banners sit and consume with a hutong urchin?

Thinking of this,

Fushou felt annoyed.

Take a sip of wine, a bite of fried shredded pork, and deal with your stomach carelessly.

Soon, he found that the taste was actually quite good, and he became interested in the rotten meat noodles that the diners next to him were eating.

...Zhang Kaihuai quickly put down his chopsticks and bowed.

"Lord Jueluo, good luck to you."

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter? Haven't you dealt with those bastards in the Ministry of Personnel who are selecting officials?"

"Alas, the adults have such a big appetite. I really~"

Maybe we are both fallen people.

Fushou was kind for once and whispered:

"I'll tell you something. The imperial court is going to hold an imperial examination."

"what?"

"Enko is nothing. The main thing is that we won't be disqualified this time. If you participate, you will be able to be called up at Donghua Gate."

He opened his arms and trembled slightly with excitement.

"This, how is this possible?"

……

Fu Shou Yin Xiao:

"Why, you don't believe me?"

"No, no, I dare not. Please tell me more, Master Jueluo. If I ever become successful, I will never forget the person who dug the well."

"Don't be sour. Come over here and have a drink at the table. Damn, it's too cold today."

It was getting dark.
He left the second shop with his arms wide open, his steps feeling as if he was walking on cotton.

He knew that clan members like Fu Shou were close to the center, had good information, and were very unconventional.

Does the imperial court really want to hold an imperial examination for those who do not fail?

This is truly a prosperous age!
Seeing that there was no one in the alley, he couldn't help but yelled:

"Hey, I'll beat you with a steel whip~"

In the corner, someone fell down with a cry, and then yelled angrily:
"Don't leave."

"Wait till I put on my pants, and then I'll have a good talk with you."

……

While the man was tying his belt, Zhang Kaihuai quickly ran a mile.

One of the cultural characteristics of the capital is that people urinate and defecate anywhere on the roadside, and there is a toilet in every corner.

In the evening, the weather was bad.

The guy was squatting in the corner solving a big problem, and he must have been scared by my shout.

After walking for a while,
Zhang Kaihuai suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so he calmly walked to the side of the road and untied his belt.

suddenly,

A cough came from the darkness.

"Dude, move aside. Don't splash my shoes."

"okay."

The water is drained.

Before leaving with his arms wide open, he did not forget to say something in return:
"Sir, I will go first."

"Let's go, don't send it."

This is considered a relatively standard way of socializing in the old city.

……

After returning home, the royal family member Hongdaizi Fushou slept soundly until noon, and then went out with his arms swinging.

Socializing is the most important thing in the daily life of the children of the Jingqi family.

If anyone does not appear in social situations for ten days or half a month, people will spread rumors that he is "dead".

all in all,
Sijiu City does not welcome socially weak people~
The famous Yutai Teahouse is now in a dilapidated state, but once you walk in, you will find it is still packed with guests.

The Eight Banners descendants in Sijiucheng who "think they have some respect" recognize this place.

"Master Fu, you are here. Please come in."

Everyone exchanged pleasantries again.

There’s nothing I can do, they’re all acquaintances.

……

Three people have already sat down at the octagonal table.

The topics of conversation are particularly closely related to current affairs:

"Nowadays, the price of tea is getting more and more outrageous. 25 taels of silver can only be exchanged for 1 tael of Huangshan Maojian."

"Oh, how can we live like this?"

Fushou lifted the corner of his robe and sat down in a leisurely manner.

Sitting opposite him was the Thirteenth Master of the Bordered White Banner.

The Thirteenth Master took out a tin can from his arms, opened the lid, pinched out a few old tea stems with his fingers and threw them into the tea bowl.

Pick it up and take a sip.

Looks satisfied.

The person sitting on his left was Na Ye from the Zhenglan Banner, which was even more outrageous.

He also brought a small porcelain jar with him. After opening it, he pinched a few non-existent tea leaves with his fingers and threw them into the tea bowl.

Pick it up and take a sip.

It’s just like the real thing.

……

The Han army bannerman sitting on his right, Mr. Hong Ba, is even more experienced.

He doesn't even have a tea can.
Xukong grabbed a handful and threw it into the tea bowl.

He picked it up and gently scraped it twice with the covered bowl to remove the layer of tea foam that didn't actually exist.

Take a big gulp.

Praising:
"Hey, Shopkeeper Wang's tea is authentic."

3 meters away,

Shopkeeper Wang, who always had a sad face and wore tattered clothes, took off his melon-shaped hat and bowed slightly.

It can be regarded as a particularly authentic social interaction completed across time.

Both the host and the guests are happy.

……

Fushou was stunned!

I haven't been out for just half a month, has the world become so crazy? ?
The three people at the same table were slightly displeased to see that he was so unreliable.

The Thirteenth Master pointed out:

"Master Fu, what kind of tea are you drinking?"

Fushou stared blankly at the clear water in the bowl, not knowing how to answer.

That master took over the conversation:

"It smells like Longjing tea before the rain."

"Unfortunately, it was before the rain last year."

Fu Shou didn't need to say a word during the whole process. The three of them handled it as if they were performing a crosstalk and there was no awkwardness.

……

The waiters at Yutai Teahouse are used to it.

Carrying a long-spouted copper kettle and walking around, helping to add some boiling water.

The Beijing flag disciples took a sip of the scalding hot tea while their mouths were still hot.
If it’s too late, you won’t be able to get esophageal cancer.

Fu Shou was really stupid and had tinnitus.

He looked at the greasy mouths opening and closing in the teahouse and for the first time felt that the world was too ridiculous.

bang~
He slammed the round table, shocking everyone in the teahouse.

My deskmate Na Ye exclaimed:
"Ouch, my Biluochun has spilled."

After saying that, he put his mouth close to the table and sucked hard.

Also said:

"Good things should not be wasted."

……

not far away,
Someone muttered:
"Isn't that Fu Shou? Why did I hear someone say he was dead a few days ago?"

"It seems to be true. The person who said it at the time was very detailed. Fushou died of malaria. He was lying in a thin-skinned coffin made of ash with 20 brass nails on it."

Fu Shou Bao Quan:

"My fellow men and women in the capital, it doesn't matter if there is no tea. No one will die if they don't drink tea. But what if there is no food?"

Someone muttered:

"Eat tree bark."

Fushou has a weird expression:
"Do you know how to eat tree bark?"

"I'm sorry, we really don't know."

"I know!" Fushou spoke without any hesitation, "You have to find an elm tree, peel off the bark, remove the hard outermost part of the bark, grind it into powder and put it in a pot to boil. After it is cooked, dry it in the sun. Grind it again after it is dried, and sift it to keep the fine part."

"and then?"

"Then put some white flour and some water in it, knead it into dough balls. Then it's barely edible."

There was dead silence in Yutai Teahouse.

……

"My dear men, remember this. It's possible that the men in our city will be able to use it by this time next year."

After all,

Fu Shou passed away.

A group of people were left looking at each other.

Thump~
The old man didn't sit firmly and fell down.

With a crying voice he said:

"Why does he want to scare us? He is really vicious. What kind of tree bark do you eat? Do we eat tree bark?"

(End of this chapter)