Ma Xinyi was the governor of Liangjiang who rose from the post of governor of Zhejiang. This was the backbone of Cixi's promotion. He was very familiar with the customs and customs of the Jiangnan region.
Ma Xinyi was originally a civil servant, but he was born at the wrong time and encountered the rebellion of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Nian Army. Over the years, he has been serving in Anhui, Zhejiang, Jiangsu and other places. He did not do much civil affairs work, but assisted in suppressing bandits. There is no shortage of things to do.
The painful days of suppressing bandits were unbearable. Sitting on horseback, Ma Xinyi recalled the past scenes with endless sadness.
Fortunately, the war finally subsided. The defeat of Changmao and the Nian Army brought civilian officials back to the front desk, which gave Ma Xinyi a stage to show off her skills again.
Recalling the court's earnest entrustment to her and the Queen Mother's sincere teachings, Ma Xinyi felt a warm current surge in her heart. Looking up at Jiangning City, Ma Xinyi secretly felt cruel in her heart.
"Brothers of the Zeng family, when you bloodbathed the Tianjing City and caused countless murders, the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Treasury disappeared mysteriously. Do you think the court would turn a blind eye? Zeng Guoquan, I can guess that you are the mastermind behind the scenes, the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Treasury His disappearance has absolutely nothing to do with you, just wait for me to dig out your secrets!"
"Zeng Guofan, Zeng Guofan! You are finally willing to go north. In the end, you still can't be the king of Jiangnan... I heard that you keep coughing every night? Haha, the king of Jinling has long been exhausted. How can you think better of being trapped here? ?”
Ma Xinyi had just arrived from Changzhou. Thinking back to the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land he had swallowed for the imperial court in Changzhou, the heart of the incoming governor of Liangjiang could not help but beat wildly.
The Taihu Lake Basin has been a land of plenty since ancient times, and after hundreds of years of commercial development, the fields have long been pushed by the market into the most profitable industries.
There are so many tea mountains and mulberry forests, which produce more than one million dollars each year. Normally, these fields are the long-term fields of ordinary people's families. They would not be sold even if they were killed. But this time the Nanpiao crisis has brought This gave Ma Xinyi the best opportunity to make a profit. Following the instructions of the Beijing City Secret Telegraph, he sent people like crazy to collect money to enclose the land.
Ma Xinyi is now waiting for Zeng Guofan to lift his ass and leave. By then, he will be the legitimate King of Jiangnan. When he turns over these fertile lands to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Queen Mother and the Prince will not reward her heavily?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh. This was such a blessing that heaven and earth worked together. Who would have thought that there would be such a Nanpiao crisis before Zeng Guofan left.
I don’t have to shoulder any responsibilities, I can take credit for nothing and make a fortune at the same time. It’s like smoke rising from the graves of my ancestors!
Ma Xinyi was in a hurry. He knew that this meeting should be Zeng Guofan's last time to arrange government affairs in Jiangnan. He had to give an explanation to the Hunan Army and have instructions for the future. Such an important meeting must not be missed.
"Hold up... hurry up, we must see the commander within half an hour..." The cavalrymen galloped down the official road like a dragon, scaring passers-by to avoid them.
There are often many grass markets on the official road leading to Jiangning City to provide services to passers-by. On the middle of the road with no village in front or back, there are a few simple tea sheds and wine shops where many people can always gather to rest.
There are too many nameless grass markets. As a person, Ma Xinyi naturally does not care about where these untouchables stay. In his eyes, there is only the Marshal's Mansion in Jiangning.
But just as he was passing by an unknown grass market, an accident happened suddenly.
There is a dilapidated thatched tavern next to the official road. There are a few broken Eight Immortals tables at the door. Pedestrians in twos and threes drink some bitter tea and bad wine and rub their sore legs to rest their strength.
Today, at the table closest to the official road, there was a burly man who unreasonably occupied the entire table. He had already finished three of the half-catty jars of rice wine, and the fourth one was about to be seen. Bottom.
A fat chicken was eaten clean, leaving only a few bones and chicken buttocks. Half a plate of fennel beans was scattered all over the table. It seemed that this was a common wine putty in taverns.
However, no one noticed that the more he drank, the brighter the eyes of this big man became. He lay on the table and pretended to be dizzy, but he stared at the official road from the corner of his eye.
When Ma Xinyi's cavalry team arrived, the big man curled up his lips and sneered, "Is it finally here?"
With a bang, the big man stood up from the table, picked up an empty wine jar in each hand, swung it with both arms and threw it like a cannonball.
Ma Xinyi was in the middle of the cavalry, protected by a total of six soldiers in front and eight soldiers behind her. They were full of tough Eight Banners soldiers. These proud Eight Banners disciples did not expect that anyone would dare to attack them.
With two muffled bangs, the wine jar hit the faces of the first two flag-bearers. Blood spattered and they fell off the horse. The man who pretended to be drunk yelled, "Ma Xinyi, the dog thief! You are here to die, Grandpa Zhang Wenxiang." Yes!" With the roar, the other two wine jars flew out again.
What is a gangster? Zhang Wenxiang is a typical ruthless gangster. A single man actually rushed up against the galloping horse. He was seen holding a sharp wrist-breaking knife in each hand. He stared at the panicked Ma Xinyi, and his steps were not chaotic. .
Just when the war horse was about to collide with him, the assassin turned sideways and rushed to the side of the road. He dragged the war horse's stomach with the sharp knife in his hand and the horse's stomach was torn open, and his internal organs were spilled on the floor.
The smell of blood rose into the sky, and the knight fell to the ground with countless broken bones.
It was only then that the people in Cao Shi realized what had happened. The timid people screamed and fled in all directions. The ping pong smashed countless large porcelain bowls.
"Stop him! Stop the assassin quickly!" Ma Xinyi's face turned pale with fright, and her hands kept trembling as if she were being beaten.
He really overestimated the strength of these uncles. Since he didn't trust the soldiers sent by the Hunan Army, Ma Xinyi was a bannerman transferred from Mancheng for this trip. After all, he held the secret orders of the Queen Mother and the Prince in his hands. It is reasonable to summon the Eight Banners.
It's a pity that he only considered the issue of credibility and never thought about whether these uncles and ancestors had fighting ability.
At the critical moment of life and death, a pampered person can only scream, while a ruthless gangster will use his sword to kill with every move. I saw Zhang Wenxiang's figure flying under the horse's hooves like a ghost. The southern style of lying down with a knife is so beautiful.
Often he would cut the horse's neck from bottom to top at an incredible angle. Then, taking advantage of the knight's fall, another knife would advance forward and hit the vital point.
"Hahaha... Dog officer! You have found such a group of cowards as your bodyguards, you deserve to die! If these smoke soldiers can protect you, I will write it backwards!"
Amid Zhang Wenxiang's taunt, four knights had been killed by the sword, but the remaining Eight Banners soldiers actually retreated instead of advancing, and their faces all turned pale with fear.
At that moment, they actually isolated Ma Xinyi right in front, facing the assassin who was rushing towards him crazily.
"Save me! Someone come and save me! Stop him..." The frightened Ma Xinyi wanted to run but her hands and feet didn't obey her orders at all. He watched helplessly as a bloody sharp knife stabbed straight into his chest.
