Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 105
"Hurry up, don't let those mountain monkeys get away!"

They really are the four richest people in the world. The Prince Qin’s Mansion has been passed down for more than 200 years. It was only after running down the mountain that they saw clearly that among the black-clothed killers were a group of local police officers. Zhang Xianzhong even recognized one of his men. My Master Hu called me like my own father, and I never thought that he was also working for the Qin Palace.

It's no wonder that most of the Guanzhong Plain belongs to the Qin Wangfan. With so much fertile land, wouldn't it be easy to train hundreds of brainwashed dead men for more than 200 years?
"Look, there's blood here!"

After chasing to the edge of the alley under the mountain, someone yelled, and the killer with a torch rushed out like a hound chasing a hare.

After a full ten minutes, seeing the flames of people running away, four heads appeared wretchedly from the garbage dump at the foot of the mountain.

"Third brother, I said you have to hold a sheep when you come out, you are so fucking tall!" Bai Wenxuan excitedly gave a thumbs up, the trick just now was so clever!The little lamb was stabbed in the butt, and as soon as he let go, he ran out with Xuekuang. The four of them then hid in the garbage dump in the dark, and no one paid attention.

But on his head was the stinky shoes that even a beggar would not hesitate to ask for, Song Qingshu shook his head feebly, and hummed angrily: "You're still tall! If you don't get the things, you're going to startle the snake, we have to Hurry up, it is estimated that the side of Prince Qin's Mansion may have made an advance move!"

Cleaning up the stinking garbage on their bodies, the four of them swayed back feebly, intending to find bicycles and ride back quickly, but before they could take two steps, Qiaoer suddenly screamed again.

"Don't fucking scream!" After finally catching a chance, Bai Wenxuan turned around and wanted to slap Qiao'er, but before he could bend down, Song Qingshu grabbed Qiao'er's shoulder in front of him.

"What's the matter, is your foot stuck?"

A slap across the face was slapped, and Zhang Xianzhong also hummed helplessly, "Look at your potential! You're as knowledgeable as a little girl!"

Covering his mouth, Bai Wenxuan almost didn't cry, why is he always beaten?
"No, I didn't get my feet pierced!" Suddenly, Song Qingshu's face rushed in front of her, and a gust of hot air sprayed directly on her face. Qiaoer's face turned red in an instant. Fortunately, the night was dark, so she didn't show it. She lowered her head, Qiaoer The two little fingers hooked together, and asked coyly: "Shopkeeper, you, you come at night, are you looking for something like a jar!"

Song Qingshu really didn't know what kind of pretense the green-haired fox used to threaten King Qin's son, but it was better than nothing, so he hurriedly nodded heavily: "Qiaoer, do you know where it is?"

"Right here!"

After rummaging through the trash dump, Bai Wenxuan pinched his nose and fished out a broken jar with a strong smell of urine. It was really the right thing to bring Qiaoer here. Clapping her hands, the little girl said excitedly: "This is it. Brother Lionhead got up to pee in the middle of the night and flushed it out. He thought it was a good thing with a gold seal in it, but he sold it and it was gold-plated trash. When he came back, he was so angry that he threw the jar here!"

"That's right, that's all!" Zhang Xianzhong is also fluent in literature and ink, and has studied in private schools for several years. In fact, it is said that it was a peasant uprising, and the leaders of the great uprising in the late Ming Dynasty were somewhat educated. Otherwise, they would not even be able to write down military orders. Unable to lead the troops, Zhang Xianzhong shouted excitedly while covering his nose and pinching the half-yellow silk paper.

What a young fox, he didn't tell the truth to his original boss Zhu Cunbiao. These secret letters were never seen by Song Qingshu last time. They must have been hidden by him in advance. The plan of the eldest son Zhu Cunji is very clear, how to buy poison, how to do witchcraft to curse the eldest son Zhu Cunshu, all clearly reflected in Song Qingshu's eyes.

Even if he is the nobleman of heaven and the powerful heir of King Qin, these things are enough for him to eat and walk around!
"Qiaoer, you are amazing!" Excited, Song Qingshu hugged the little girl fiercely, and kissed her hard on the face. Immediately, Qiaoer was dumbfounded again, that little face quickly turned red like an apple .

"Third brother, let's send these things to the three-sided governor's mansion right away. Let's see if Zhu's second son will die or not, damn it!" Zhang Xianzhong couldn't restrain his voice from shouting in excitement, but his words sounded like A basin of cold water was poured down like that, which made Song Qingshu suddenly jolt up.

"no!"

"Why!"

The three of them asked in puzzlement almost in unison, but saw Song Qingshu's face was extremely serious.

"You don't understand party struggles! If people like us get involved, they will only be crushed to pieces, and Yang He is also in great trouble now. When he needs the Qin Palace, these things may not be sent to the court at all if they are in his hands. , it is likely to be used as evidence to blackmail Qin Fan, if that is the case, we will still be silenced!"

The three major cases in the late Ming Dynasty, Hongwan, Yaoshuting, which one is not bloody behind the scenes?There is also the dispute between the Chu clan more than ten years ago, which is almost the same as the current Qin Wangfan. The university scholars who participated in the party dispute died, five county kings died, and no less than a thousand people were sued and exposed. In the eyes of bureaucrats who eat people and don't spit out bones, they are pawns who can be abandoned at any time!
"So, this thing is useless?" After a lot of effort, but with such a result, Bai Wenxuan couldn't help being frustrated, and muttered angrily. Speaking of this, Song Qingshu's face couldn't help revealing A vicious smile.

"How can it be useless, damn it, if you Qin Wangfan want to play me to death, don't blame me for turning his face and denying others! As long as this thing is handed over to another person, it will definitely be exposed. At that time, Yang He wants to ignore it." No, I won't give up even if I'm cut all over, so I'm going to kill Prince Qin's son!"

It is said that if you are willing to cut yourself into pieces, the emperor will get off his horse!When it came to Song Qingshu, he became stingy, but hearing this made him angry, and the ugly faces of Zhang Xianzhong and Bai Wenxuan also burned with incomparable excitement.

"Damn it!"

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Although this was the most corrupt and darkest time in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, officials were also divided into grades. Local officials, or management of rivers, taxation, in short, those who have anything to do with money are generally very rich, and they are not very greedy. In three years, the magistrate of the Qing Dynasty received [-] snowflakes of silver, and some Qingshui yamen, such as Kedao and the Ministry of Rites, were really poor, and their official uniforms were all patched.

Mr. Zhu was born as a farmer. The treatment of officials in the Ming Dynasty was the lowest in all dynasties. Since the Han Dynasty, officials had vacations. Zhu Yuanzhang canceled them. If the salary is dead, even an official cannot afford to buy a house.

Hong Chengchou has some rights now, but this guy has a lot of ambitions to climb up, and he is a little bit more honest as an official. He doesn't touch money that shouldn't be collected, and now he lives in the collective official residence prepared by the court for officials.

After all, the official is different from the ordinary people. At this point, Hong Chengchou is still reading, and under a lonely lamp, a huge nine-sided sketch album is hung on the wall. The arrows of the Peasant Army are marked more completely than the strategic arrows of the imperial court.

After reading another piece of Tang Lijing's "The Art of War of the Duke of Wei", Hong Chengchou couldn't help stretching his waist, put down the book, but walked to the front of the map.

The Shaanxi above was almost completely smashed by the peasant army's offensive, and his expression was full of heaviness, but immediately, he became intoxicated again!Hong Chengchou caressed his hand on the map fascinated.

In troubled times, the people suffer and are displaced, but it is also an era of heroes. Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou, Li Chengliang, Yu Qian, didn't they all rise up in this way?Hong Chengchou is a hero, and he also believes that with his own strength, he can make a storm, bring peace to the world, and win the title of prince for himself, the wealth and honor of being famous through the ages!

But just when Hong Chengchou was fascinated by watching, the sound of bicycle wheels came from outside the official building. Before the uncle of the official building could start scolding, a noisy package suddenly smashed in from the outside, and the fragile window paper slammed The box was smashed to pieces, and Hong Chengchou also burst into tears in an instant.

"My official book!"

The desk in front of the window was smashed to the ground, and the books on it, pen and ink fell to the ground in a mess, and there were stains everywhere. Hong Chengchou grabbed the heavy burden and wanted to throw it out, but a second before throwing it, In astonishment, he grabbed the burden back again.

There are a few words written on it, one-half!

This simplified character is easy to recognize, and now Song Qingshu is the only one who can write it!
"Master, don't let me catch you, old man!" The guard outside the door scolded himself angrily, then rushed in again, bowed and apologized to Hong Chengchou in fear, "Small big mistake, The adults have to be fertilized, and the younger ones will report to the officials tomorrow morning, and the culprits who harassed the adults must be brought to justice!"

"no need!"

At this time, Hong Chengchou's black face had turned iron blue, and his beard was trembling, but he waved his hands in a rare and generous way: "I know the person who threw things, I don't need you to go Grab it and go down!"

"Yes!"

It never occurred to Hong Chengchou that he knew it himself. The inexplicable old gatekeeper muttered that the noble circle was really messed up, and bowed and retreated. He didn't know that just after he left, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and Master Hong, who didn't change his face, just did it for a moment. The instruments are gone, and they are full of lies and throw out the inkstone.

"Three generations of scumbags and barbarians of Song Dynasty, your uncle has cheated me to death! XX is from eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

After venting violently, Hong Chengchou held his nose sadly and took out the letter papers from the broken jar wrapped in rags, read each letter with heart palpitations, and each eye-catching letter. At the end, Hong Chengchou simply Throwing away the jar, he sat on the ground sadly, cursing tragically in Fujian dialect.

"This is Korrazar!"

(End of this chapter)