scourge the qing dynasty

Chapter 7 Guiding the Way
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"Master Feng, have you really cured Prince Pingxi?" Erlang blushed and asked Feng Xiang excitedly.Seeing Feng Xiang nodded, Erlang didn't say anything, and regardless of whether it was on the way back to Kunming City from Wuhua Mountain, he grabbed Feng Xiang's sleeve and asked even more excitedly: "Master Feng, did you take the opportunity to ask for help?" The prince will change the county seat for you to be the magistrate? Did the prince agree?"

"What do you do when you become a county magistrate in another county?" Feng Xiang asked in confusion.Over there, Erlang and other unscrupulous servants immediately yelled together, "What are you doing as a county magistrate in another place? Of course, change to a richer county as the magistrate to make money!"

"Young master, it was you who told us that Qujing was only a nominal second-class county in the Qing Dynasty. In fact, it was almost as poor as a third-class county. It was hard to scrape land and rip off money all year round. If you can get four to five thousand taels of silver, you will be Amitabha! If you can put it in a rich county, even if you earn 5000 to 2 taels of silver a year, those unscrupulous people will have to give you the Wanmin Umbrella, Young Master!"

"Master Feng, you often say that your greatest wish in this life is to go to Yangzhou to become the magistrate, and then you can buy ten or eight thin Yangzhou horses and go home to enjoy! You used to read at least eight times a day, young master, why? Forgot now?"

"Yes, young master, you also said that if we follow you to Qujing, we can earn at most 50 taels of silver at the end of the year. If we go to a rich county, we can get at least 200 or [-] taels of silver. Young master, you have to work hard to get promoted, and the little ones are still waiting to follow you to eat and drink hot food!"

Erlang and other members of the Lu family were all talking, their eyes shining brightly, as if they had seen a lot of white money in front of them, Feng Xiang rolled his eyes and scolded himself What kind of bad luck, how come such a group of unscrupulous servants, if I really want to become some local official in the future, I am afraid that within a month, my reputation will be worse than the stones in the latrine!After rolling his eyes for a while, Feng Xiang waved his hand to interrupt the servants' ambitions for a better life for corrupt officials and tyrants, and scolded: "Don't daydream here, young master, it's true that I cured the prince's illness, but the prince didn't Why don’t you ask me to change to another place to be the county magistrate, you should just wait honestly and go to Qujing with me to live a hard life.”

"No way? Young master, you cured the prince's illness, but the prince didn't give you any reward?" Erlang exclaimed.Seeing Feng Xiang nodded, Erlang immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Why is the lord so stingy? In order to cure him, young master, you gave him hundreds of taels just for the sake of the door, but in the end, you cured the lord, and the lord ordered something." Don’t even reward you? 100 taels of silver, how much land do we have to scrape in Qujing to get it back?!”

"Yes! 100 taels of silver is enough for two people to sleep in a kiln in Dali for a year!" The other servants also felt sorry.Feng Xiang, who was in a bad mood, couldn't listen anymore. He raised his horsewhip and whipped it wildly, cursing: "A bunch of bastards, what are they thinking in their heads? Even if you really want to follow me to the office, at least you can't Say it publicly? Are you deliberately trying to ruin my reputation, young master?"

"Yes, yes, little ones, don't talk, don't talk, young master, please spare me." Twenty or so servants were beaten up by Feng Xiang and ran around.Feng Xiang was not relieved, he patted his horse and chased after him, intending to continue whipping these unscrupulous servants, headed by Xiao Erlang.Xiao Erlang, who had been whipped twice over there, saw that Feng Xiang seemed to be in a bad mood, so he covered his face and asked cautiously: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? You seem very unhappy from your appearance? Could it be because of our The prince heard the nonsense and scolded you?"

"It's none of your business." Feng Xiang waved his hand impatiently, but he couldn't help thinking about what happened before.On Mount Wuhua just now, Feng Xiang risked his beheading to point out Wu Sangui's heart disease. He originally wanted to show off his talent and sharp eyes in front of Wu Sangui, and strive to gain Wu Sangui's appreciation, so as to get close to Wu Sangui's core senior management Opportunity, and then use Wu Sangui's army who is destined to rise up against the Qing Dynasty to realize his ambitions and ideals.But it is a pity that when Feng Xiang's plan was about to succeed, Liu Xuanchu, Wu Sangui's most trusted adviser, stepped in and forcibly prevented Wu Sangui's second son, Wu Yingqi, from taking himself into the shogunate, and even forced Feng Xiang Continuing to be the seventh-rank county magistrate who is as big as a sesame mung bean completely disrupted Feng Xiang's wishful thinking. It would be strange for Feng Xiang to be in a good mood.

"If I remember correctly, Liu Xuanchu has a good reputation in history. Even Man Yi and traitors admit that if Wu Sangui adopted Liu Xuanchu's strategic choice during the San Francisco Rebellion, Wu Sangui might not have no chance of success during the San Francisco Rebellion. "Feng Xiang became more and more depressed, and secretly said: "Could it be that although this Liu Xuanchu is a man of great strategy, he is also a despicable villain who is narrow-minded and can't tolerate others being better than him? If this is the case, plus I have already offended him. Wang Shirong, I’m afraid it will be difficult for me to gain a foothold in Yunnan and Guizhou, so I’d better find a way to make another plan.” Thinking of this, Feng Xiang put his horse on his back and shouted: “Erlang, let’s go, take our family back to drink go."

"Okay. But Master Feng, please slow down and be careful not to fall again. According to the doctor, if you fall again, I'm afraid you will forget the past again!"

Hitting horses all the way back to the inn, the sullen Feng Xiang called for two tables of wine and food, and dragged Erlang and other servants of Lu's family to drink with him.During the banquet, Erlang and other heartless family members of the Lu family seized the opportunity to eat and drink, while Feng Xiang, who was on the verge of success, drank cup after cup of sullen wine, depressed.Fortunately, Xiao Erlang, the leader of Feng Xiang's family, has a bit of conscience. Seeing that Feng Xiang is in a bad mood, he persuades him: "Master Feng, it's fine if you can't be transferred to other counties. It’s better than nothing. You also said that Qujing is the only way from Yunnan to Guizhou, Sichuan and the Central Plains. Even if you can’t get much money locally, you can get some compensation at the checkpoint. etc. After finishing this job as the magistrate of Qujing County, young master, you can spend some money to clear up the management, or transfer to a rich county to continue fishing, or upgrade one or two levels, it will be more convenient to pick up oil and water."

"Erlang, do you think I still have so much time?" Feng Xiang replied sullenly.Erlang was taken aback, and asked in doubt: "Master Feng, you don't have that much time? What do you mean?" Feng Xiang didn't answer, but just immersed himself in drinking, Erlang didn't dare to continue asking.But when the wine is in the heart, the worry is even more worrying. After drinking a few pots of shochu, Feng Xiang, who is in an extremely bad mood, is already drunk, so he has to go back to the guest room to rest with the help of Erlang. He took off, fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep soundly.

The snoring sounded like thunder and I don't know how long it took. When Feng Xiang woke up again, the sound of clappers in the middle of the night was already heard outside the window. Feng Xiang saw a candle in the room and felt thirsty, so he moaned: "Erlang, water, water." There was a sound of the seat, and a person brought a bowl of tea over and fed it to Feng Xiang's mouth. ——Why is the hand holding the tea bowl to give oneself water so dry and wrinkled?Surprised, Feng Xiang looked up at the person who fed him water, and immediately jumped up from the bed in shock, "Mr. Liu, why is it you?"

"It's me." Liu Xuanchu nodded to Feng Xiang with a smile, and said with a smile: "I have been here for more than an hour, and your servant Xiao Erlang can't wake you up anyway, so I have no choice but to wait here for you to wake up After all, Liu Xuanchu also made a joke, "Master Lu, you are really arrogant. To tell you the truth, even if the old man went to visit the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, Mr. Bian Sanyuan, he would not dare to keep the old man waiting for so long The only one who can make this old man wait so long in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces is you besides the prince."

"The younger generation didn't know Mr. Liu was coming, not only failed to meet Mr. Liu, but also made the old man wait for so long, death penalty, death penalty." Feng Xiang hurriedly knelt down on his knees to apologize, his heart was in a state of turmoil, he didn't know that he was still blocked during the day What did Liu Xuanchu, who was on his own way, suddenly come here to do?

"Hahaha, Master Lu, don't be nervous, I'm just making a joke." Liu Xuanchu laughed, helped Feng Xiang, pulled Feng Xiang to the table, sat down across the lamp from Feng Xiang, and personally gave Feng Xiang and himself Filled up two bowls of tea, then stared into Feng Xiang's eyes and asked: "Master Lu, do you know why the old man came to visit you late at night?"

Feng Xiang shook his head blankly, and Liu Xuanchu asked again: "Then Lord Lu, today the second prince Wu Yingqi intends to reuse you, why did the old man stop me with words? Do you know?"

"The younger generation speaks disrespectfully, Mr. Liu, please don't blame him." Feng Xiang replied with a sad face: "At first, the younger generation thought that you were jealous of the virtuous and capable, or you blamed the younger generation for not helping the old man and accusing Mr. Wang Shirong. But now It seems that the younger generation must have guessed all wrong, with Mr. Liu's big heart, how could he be such a person?"

"Then do you want to know these reasons?" Liu Xuanchu asked with a smile.Feng Xiang quickly replied: "The junior listens to the old man's teaching."

"Because, like the old man, you are a person who hates the Qing Dynasty and the Tartars to the bone!" Liu Xuanchu said word by word: "At the same time, you are not a pedantic person who only wants to fight against the Qing Dynasty and rebuild the Ming Dynasty. You, like the old man, are people who only want to expel the Tartars, and don't care whether the Han Chinese surnamed Wu or Zhu rule the world!"

"Old Mr. Liu, what do you mean by that?" Feng Xiang stood up again in shock, looking around nervously, for fear that the walls might have ears—although Feng Xiang claims to be courageous, he still didn't dare to act casually in the land controlled by the Manchu Qing. Talking nonsense about expelling the Tartars.Liu Xuanchu said lightly: "Don't worry, the guests in the two rooms on the left and right have already been driven away by my people. My people are still guarding the front door and the rear windows, so others can't get close."

"Your junior doesn't mean that." Feng Xiang was a little relieved, and then distinguished with a guilty conscience: "This junior is just strange, how could Mr. Liu give such an evaluation to this junior?"

"Master Lu, you are very smart, but you are still a little too tender, so you can't hide it from me." Liu Xuanchu said calmly: "When we met for the first time at the foot of Wuhua Mountain today, the old man thought it was a bit strange that on such a hot day, Your face is dripping with oil and sweat, why are you still wearing a melon skin hat? When you arrived at Wuhua Mountain and were about to enter the palace, the guards checked you for any hidden weapons, and took off your coat and hat during the search. One thing is to put on the hat, and then put on the clothes. The old man understood at that time-you are afraid that people will see the braid on your head, and see the ugly braid on your head that was imposed on you by the Manchurian Tartars! "

Feng Xiang opened his mouth wide, he admired Liu Xuanchu so much, how treacherous and shrewd must he be to be able to see his political stance from such a small detail?Liu Xuanchu glanced at Feng Xiang again, and said with a smile: "Lord Lu, you still have an even bigger flaw! In the west wing of Lie Cuixuan, the old man deliberately called Emperor Kangxi of the Tartars Kangxi's little pockmark, what a rebellious remark. Ah? As an imperial court official, not only did you not lose your face in shock, you didn't even blink your eyes—Master Lu, is this the proper behavior of a Tartar court lackey?"

(End of this chapter)