It is said that in those days, a patch cost eight taels of silver. Daoguang, the most cowardly emperor in the history of the Qing Dynasty, suffered from severe constipation.
Naturally, the result was that Daoguang's people were caught in the middle and were fired to an unprecedented sky-high price.
The eunuchs and maids made so much money that they wished Daoguang would die from constipation every day.
Of course, there are also interested people who specialize in studying the white bones of the Manchu emperors to infer the health of the emperors. .Ь.
This is the earliest genetic warfare.
There was nothing to say that day. Early the next morning, we set off again and arrived at the Longyao Special Care Ward on time.
This time, Guo Haiqiang blocked me at the door.
After fighting with his defeated general in a few moments, he pushed Guo Hai aside and walked into the ward carrying his briefcase.
"Master Long. I'm here to see you again."
"Look what good stuff I brought you."
"Yesterday, I was slapped in the eye and gave you a fake. Today's set will definitely not let you down."
The moment the thing was opened, everyone at the scene exploded!
This is a set...
Gathering gear!
What harness?
The gelding tool of the gelding man!
A tool that turns people into eunuchs!
This is a complete set of tools, and there is also such a set in the Yandu Eunuch Museum.
During the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, there were two companies that had a monopoly on the merchant business. One was Bi Wu from the Accounting Department on Nanchang Street, and the other was Xiao Daoliu from Neifang Zhuan Hutong.
The set I have is from Biwujia.
After the profession of eunuchs, which lasted for more than two thousand years, came to an end, the Bi Wu family also completely lost their business. Within a generation, they pawned the harnesses passed down by their ancestors.
This set was very valuable and was pawned for a lot of money at the time.
White-skinned foreigners like this kind of weird stuff.
But this kind of thing, just like the funnel chamber pot, is not on the market. It is not even considered a niche. Nowadays, except for museums, there are not many serious people collecting it.
"Does Master Long recognize this?"
I picked up the Frightening Knife and shouted coldly, then picked up the Half-Moon Knife and said to Long Yao: "How about this?"
Then he picked up the slender knife and smiled sinisterly: "Master Long, which one do you choose?"
Long Yao was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You gave this to me?"
"right!"
I raised my index finger: "I'll give it to you! You don't have to pay me back!"
Long Yao stared at me, but in the end he burst into laughter: "Thanks to nephew Tong, I was in need of this set of Biwujia stuff to collect. Now, I have it all."
"Thank you, Mr. Tong, my dear nephew."
I looked at Long Yao, smiled and held my hands: "You call me nephew, I have nothing to say. Since you like alternative collections, I will come to see you tomorrow."
"I'll give you more goodies!"
"I hope you can always catch it!"
In the afternoon, we continued to rush to produce large quantities of goods.
In the evening, April's secretary Fang Mingjia came to me wearing a white shirt and navy blue trousers, carrying a briefcase, and handed me a note.
There were four words written on the note.
"Enough is enough!"
These four pen characters are sophisticated and powerful, no worse than Zhuangyuanlang's small regular script.
The big fat pig, the mascot, cannot write such good calligraphy.
"Mr. Jian sent a message to Jiuding that the Olympics will be held in a few days, so he asked you to stay safe and don't cause trouble."
"Otherwise, he will ask Jiuding to live in Mangshan until you go to the Tianjia Army to take over."
I just thought Jian Zizai was farting.
Paper without an official seal is all waste paper.
The oral instructions are all bullshit!
Zhou Chenglong's intercontinental nuclear bomb once said that there is no good thing in the top five.
In the Dragon War in the East Mountain, if Qin Jing in the North Mountain wears a pair of trousers, Fangzhou and I will be destroyed in their hands.
Yue Wei was destroyed in the hands of the Long family.
Putting aside Zhongyue Guer for the moment, Jian Zizui is also not
It's good stuff.
On the day they first met, he even gave eye drops to the Long family, and they behaved well with him later on.
After the battle in Shambhala, his true nature was exposed.
People in such high positions only care about how much you can accomplish.
The greater your ability, the more he values you.
If one day you fail to do what he asks you to do, you will become an outcast.
I don't blame Jian Zizi.
In his position of commander, he must make strategic decisions and make prompt decisions. They only care about the results and not the process, let alone who lives or lives.
Should you sacrifice one person to save ten thousand people, or let ten thousand people die with one person?
A decision must be made within milliseconds!
It is said that kindness does not govern soldiers, righteousness does not support wealth, kindness does not serve as an official, emotion does not establish affairs, and benevolence does not engage in politics.
That's the truth.
However, his attitude towards Xia Binghai and me in the teahouse that day made me completely lose my heart towards Jian Zizai.
This is enough. It's just a note but not an official document, a message but not an oral instruction. Do I need to obey his orders?
I can't complete my plan unless I beat Long Yao to death before disappearing into the dust and smoke.
Everyone is a chess player, everyone is playing chess, and everyone treats me as a chess piece.
Now, I also want to play chess within my ability!
"Your classmate, Yu Xiaoshi, has been promoted to the Grand Secretary of Nanyue. He has joined the General Liaison Office and serves as Gao Guoyu's assistant. Tianwu seventy-six!"
Fang Mingjia and I were sitting on the 35th floor of the messy construction site of the Fangzhou Family Area Fund-raising Welfare House that had not yet been cleaned, quietly watching the sunset submerge the Yandu in midsummer, where the prosperous age had come to an end.
Yu Xiaoshi’s last-ditch attack at the Qingcheng Mountain Tea House is still fresh in his memory.
"My classmate is very obsessed with climbing the ladder."
Fang Mingjia pursed his lips slightly, reflecting the beautiful evening view of Yandu in his eyes: "Don't be afraid of struggle! You must dare to fight, you must be brave enough to fight, and you must be good at fighting!"
I don't know if Fang Mingjia said this himself, or if he said it on behalf of someone else.
When leaving, Fang Mingjia suddenly made a request to me, that is, to find a good school for his little sister to attend high school in Jincheng.
I complied.
As the general liaison person of Fang Mingjia's Liaison Office, not to mention the best high school in Jincheng and the best high school in China, even studying in the best Ivy League abroad was just a phone call away.
