"Wen Lin Lang Jingchuan of Baoning Prefecture in Sichuan, please be safe, Prince Yu!"
"Zhang Jingke, Wenlin Lang of Changsha Prefecture, Hunan Province, please be safe, Prince Yu!"
"Wang Shengming, who holds the humble position of being a member of Shaoxing Prefecture in Zhejiang Province, please be happy with Prince Yu!"
"I am humbled by Zhu Xu, the elected member of Kaifeng Prefecture in Henan Province, please be safe with Prince Yu!"
"Jiang Zixiang, who is a member of the Taiyuan Prefecture in Shanxi Province, please be happy with Prince Yu!"
The two of them from Ruixin Hall, a ceremony of kowtowing to the nobles after meeting them is going on. These five lucky officials are the dozens of Qing officials who Wang Zhongxiao personally queued up from outside Ruixin Hall to apply for the "Official Selection Loan" Selected from the candidate dog officers.
These people all look quite healthy and not very old. The most important thing is that their parents are both young and in good health. The most important thing when applying for an "official election loan" is to look at the candidate's body and appearance. Family status. Those who are young and strong are preferred. Those whose parents are dead or both parents are still young are preferred.
Otherwise, if an official dies in office, or if an official encounters the unfortunate situation of observing filial piety, this "official election loan" is likely to become a non-performing loan.
Therefore, those old and sick Jinshi and Juren usually encounter the dilemma of having no way to borrow money. They can only wait in Beijing with the support of their fellow villagers. Among them, Jinshi can still be successful after waiting for several years. To be granted an official position, it is only possible if one dies or an elderly member of the family passes away.
As for the lifting of people, that is not necessarily the case. They are selecting. If you pick, you have it. If you can't pick it, just throw it away.
However, regardless of whether they are promoted to sergeants or promoted to official positions, the career of most Han officials in the Qing Dynasty (about 60 to 70%) will stop at the junior official level - that is, they will not be promoted in their lifetime, and not being promoted does not mean that they can lead the Qing Dynasty. The iron rice bowl is left to eat and die.
Because Han officials in the Qing Dynasty did not have an iron rice bowl. The salary of officials in the Qing Dynasty was determined by their official position. Without official positions, there would be no salary. It has nothing to do with rank or official title.
Others think they have become officials and have a golden job, but in fact they are temporary staff!
After many people's salaries are full, they can only go home and retire with a lot of bitterness - eight years of candidates plus five years of full salary is thirteen years. If you are in your thirties, you have almost finished fifth in high school, and your health is poor. Some of them are finished.
Of course, the banner officials have hard-core crops, and many of them have secular jobs. It is easy to work as an errand. In the Kangxi Dynasty, it was no better to be an Eight Banners infantry soldier.
A Bujia can earn at least two taels of silver a month, and four stones and eight dou lumi a year - this is still "sitting food", you can get it just by sitting at home! If you want to go out for a walk and there is still food to eat, you can add two taels of silver per person per month. In addition, there is a "quarter rice" every quarter. When the emperor is happy, there is a "full appreciation of the eight flags". There is also a silver subsidy for weddings and weddings, and special rewards during holidays.
The children of the Eight Banners, including the Eight Banners sisters, are all born with one or half of the soldier's rations. Every household, whether they raise horses or not, can receive a share of magan (money for raising horses)!
In addition, each flag member can also have thirty acres of flag land, which is exempt from all taxes!
Although these Eight Banners disciples all call themselves "minions" (either the emperor's minions or the minions of the banner masters), the Han officials all call themselves ministers, which seems to be more high-end.
But who is the master of this country must be clear to everyone.
But having a temporary officer is better than nothing, right?
Even if you are a county magistrate, as long as the land is scraped well, you may still have some money left after paying off the loan sharks. If you meet a noble person in the process of becoming an official, you may be able to rise to the top.
Therefore, the candidate officials and electors who were brought up by Wang Zhongxiao to greet Fuquan all looked grateful. They were not pretending, they were grateful from the bottom of their hearts!
This mentality was completely different from that of the famous scholars in the Ming and Song dynasties when they paid homage to the prince.
There is no such thing as scholarly character, scholarly spirit, or talent and aloofness. All that exists is just loan sharking!
Several of them have been candidates in Beijing for many years. Among them, Jiang Zixiang, the longest candidate in Taiyuan Prefecture, has been waiting for nine years!
He was a candidate for the imperial examination seventeen years ago. He was only sixteen years old at the time, and he was still a young boy. He came to Beijing excitedly that year. After spending the Chinese New Year in Beijing, he took the national examination and failed. However, he was not discouraged. He took the exam twice more in the next six years, but still failed.
So he went to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to make a confession, hoping to raise people to participate in the election. In fact, in the early and middle stages of the Shunzhi Dynasty, there were quite a few opportunities for selection.
However, when Jiang Daju went to participate in the election, it was already in the late Shunzhi Dynasty. At that time, official vacancies in various places had been filled, and there were more and more candidates for the election. The first generation of Eight Banners disciples after entering the customs were also looking for jobs. In addition, Jiang Daju did not look like a minister. He was thin and short and was not liked by "noble men and women". So he kept picking and choosing, but no one wanted them.
During the "selection" process in Beijing, he still had to maintain the dignity of the candidate officials and move around to find opportunities. But although his family was engaged in business, they were not big merchants in Shanxi. They simply could not afford his "squandering", so he had to rely on debt to survive. But as a Shanxi native, he has some business acumen and knows how to make the best use of everything. So I didn't dare to borrow a sum of money from the King of Hell to buy an official position. As a result, I got less money and had no way out, so I could only endure the endless waiting. In the end, the official was not elected, and the debts accumulated more and more. Now I owe more than two thousand taels. This is a loan shark with compound interest!
Forced by the debt, he had no choice but to make up his mind to borrow a large sum from the newly opened Ruixintang. No matter what, he wanted to buy a missing one. Unexpectedly, he met a noble man!
God is really wise!
Thinking of this, Jiang Daju cried!
His crying caused the other two Jinshi and two Juren to have sore noses and burst into tears.
It turns out that the situation of these four people is similar to that of Jiang Zixiang, who was elected from Taiyuan, Shanxi. They were all from poor families. They finally got the Jinshi or participated in the selection by the imperial examination (the one who won the imperial examination was also a top student). They were all excited when they came. I thought I could be a great minister in this life. But it took a few years to realize that they were here to be officials. They were simply here to act as dogs for the Qing Emperor, and they were temporary dogs without any establishment. What was even worse was that they were already in debt before they even became temporary dogs.
"Hey, why are you crying now?" Yu Wang Fuquan was a little dizzy when he saw this scene, "Wang Datou, how did you choose people? You guys were quite happy when you met me in the past."
He knew that he was a noble person and was often "met" by others, but in the past, those who met him were all the Eight Banners, and they were all laughing and joking, and no one was crying.
"My lord, they have a hard life. They are Han people and we are flag members." Wang Zhongxiao explained with a smile, "For this county magistrate, I have to study hard and take the endless imperial examinations. How difficult is it to write an article?" Write! It’s not easy to get the Jinshi or the exam, and you have to be a candidate in Beijing. You can’t wait for an errand in three, five or seven years, and your family is not rich. In order to make a living, everyone has lost a lot of money! See you now If you are willing to promote one of them, then you have met a living Bodhisattva, can you not cry?"
As he spoke, Wang Zhongxiao winked at the five guys who were about to become dog officials. Those guys were quite smart and immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, you are our living Bodhisattva. Bodhisattva bless you."
Du Bodhisattva blessed Wang Zhong's filial piety and said: If they were to put aside the previous dynasty, even if they recognized Wei Zhongxian as their grandfather, they would not be in such a miserable state now! At least it won't be a loan shark.
"Well, let me bless them," Yu Wang Fuquan asked, "Do you want me to say hello to Kana?"
The great scholar of Kana is now also the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel!
"Your face is too great!" Wang Zhongxiao said with a smile, "Your Majesty, let me arrange this matter. Let them borrow another sum of money from Ruixin Hall to use as official capital, and then I will take them to find it. My teacher, Ming Zhongtang, please say hello. My teacher knows that they are destined to the prince, so he will send a greeting to the officials and arrange for them to leave the two rivers. Then he will go south with Prince Kang, and he can also help run errands along the way. "
"Okay, do whatever you want!" Fu Quan smiled and pointed at Wang Zhongxiao, "You guys will follow him from now on. He is the first-class imperial guard, Wang Shikai, the stick commander, Wang Fuchen, the president's military training minister, is his Ama, and the pearl of the scholar of the Ministry of Punishment. He is his mentor, Duolong, the governor of Liangjiang, is his master. If you follow him, you will not have a hard life in the future."
When several officials of the Qing Dynasty heard what Fuquan said, they were so excited that they almost cried. Let Liangjiang go! And he can also hang out with the apprentice of the governor of Liangjiang. Can't the magistrate of Liangjiang be replaced immediately?
In addition, this guard master is also Mingzhu's student. If you follow him, you will join Mingzhu's clique. In the future, you can form cliques with Mingzhu for personal gain. Good times are coming!
Thinking of this, several Qing dog officials quickly kowtowed to Wang Zhongxiao again. Wang Zhongxiao nodded with satisfaction. Although these five people are not righteous heroes, they are all qualified to be officials, and they have no backing. They are all quite downcast and easy to control. They can arrange for the disciples of Heaven and Earth to be them. The housekeeper Shiye "helped" them become officials.
Let them be released to Liangjiang now. When that unfilial father becomes the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi in the future, they will be transferred to Guangdong and Guangxi. Then they will be able to actually control five counties.
Just after the New Year in the ninth year of Kangxi's reign in the Qing Dynasty, the weather was very cold, even in Zhejiang, which is located on the southeast coast. Moreover, the cold in Zhejiang is not the dry cold in the north, but the wet and cold unique to the south. The humidity is high, the temperature is low, and the chill is biting, as if it is soaking into people's bones.
In a private school outside Yuyao County, a middle-aged man in his thirties or seventeen years old, bald and without a hat, wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket, was guarding a stove in a daze. Pickle and tofu soup is simmering on the stove. The soup has begun to boil, and the aroma of pickles is floating in the small room.
Because it's not the New Year's Day yet, there are no classes in this private school today. The surroundings are so quiet that the only sound that can be heard is the sound of pickled vegetables and tofu soup being stirred and bubbled on the fire. The small house seems to be a world of its own, giving people a sense of isolation.
It had just fallen heavily for a day outside. The snow had not melted and was covering the ground. The middle-aged man suddenly looked frightened. He listened carefully and heard the sound of footsteps crunching on the snow. He paused, made a distinction, and then asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Are they Fairy Aunt and Brother Twenty-One? Come in quickly!"
Three laughing voices with different voices came from outside the door. The door creaked open, and then a Taoist nun, a man in a short shirt, and a white-faced scholar wearing a moon-white robe walked in. The three of them were covered in slush, and their faces were red from the cold. As soon as she entered the door, she stamped her feet vigorously. When the Taoist nun smelled the pickle and tofu soup, she laughed and said: "Brother Wang, you always want to wear it. It's not like we don't help you, so you can't eat and drink well? You want to?" So did you back then."
The middle-aged man in his mid-thirties quickly shook his head and said: "Aunt Chang Xian, not to mention my bravery in the past, I am now a down-and-out scholar. I still have a wife and children to support at home. How can I spend money lavishly? If it attracts the attention of the government, I’m suspicious, I’m afraid I’ll implicate you.”
This Chang Xiangu was Chang Mingyue who traveled to the capital with Chen Yonghua and showed up at Wang Zhongxiao's wedding.
Chang Xiangu giggled and said, "Brother Wang, you don't have to be afraid now. No court eagles will come to catch you in the future!"
The middle-aged teacher whom Chang Mingyue calls "Brother Wang" is the real person of Prince Zhu, who has countless clones, is famous in China, and has caused headaches to several generations of emperors in the Qing Dynasty!
His original name was Zhu Cijiong, and he was the third son of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty. He was granted the title of King Ding for a thousand years.
Now that the Ming Dynasty is gone, he, the Ding King, will naturally have to hide in hiding and remain anonymous. So he changed his name to Wang Shiyuan, hid near Yuyao County, Zhejiang, and worked as a teacher in a shabby town.
However, although he was in a desperate situation, there were still some righteous people who were still protecting and helping him, and Chang Mingyue was one of them. And the "Twenty-one Brother" Zhang Twenty-one who came with Chang Mingyue was the nearby strong man who provided protection for the third prince Zhenzhu.
Under the protection of these martyrs, even anti-Qing leaders like Yang Qilong and Chen Yonghua could hardly see the real Third Prince Zhu. They don't even know where the third prince of Zhenzhu is probably hiding?
Chang Mingyue had previously told Chen Yonghua that the statement that Prince Zhu was in Suzhou was a casual lie.
But now Prince Zhenzhen is no longer afraid of the court eagle dog, because he himself is the court eagle dog! That's why Chang Mingyue brought Chen Yonghua, and the white-faced scholar who followed her was Chen Yonghua.
Wang Shiyuan didn't know that he was no longer afraid of hawks and dogs, so he smiled bitterly and said: "Xiangu, don't be ridiculous, who am I? How can I not be afraid of the court's hawks and dogs?"
"Fu Fu, show Shi Yuan the good stuff." Chang Mingyue said to Chen Yonghua with a smile.
"Okay, okay." Chen Yonghua came with a baggage on his back. After hearing what Chang Mingyue said, he immediately took off the baggage, placed it on a small table, and opened it.
Inside the baggage is an official uniform, an official hat, a copper seal, an official photo, a token and a book.
"these are"
"These are all yours!" Chang Mingyue picked up the official photo with a smile and handed it to Wang Shiyuan, "Have a look!"
Wang Shiyuan took it and looked at it, and he was dumbfounded because it said "Wang Shiyuan, a native of Yuyao County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, thirty-six years old, a eighth-grade Xiuzhilang, a candidate for county magistrate, and a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." .
"Xiangu, what's going on?" Wang Shiyuan looked up at Chang Mingyue, "I, how did I become..."
Chen Yonghua smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, don't be too young. Although you are only an official of the eighth rank, you have the errand of walking in the sticky post of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. An official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs! On the ground in Yuyao, the county magistrate met You also have to give me three points!"
"This is fake, what's the use?" Wang Shiyuan shook his head.
"It's true!" Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "You are really an official of the Qing Dynasty now!"
"This, this, how is this possible?"
Chang Mingyue smiled and said: "Brother Wang, you are really an official now! It was the son-in-law of your nanny Jin Yuhuan who helped you do it."
"Mother Jin's son-in-law?" When Wang Shiyuan thought of his wet nurse, he remembered all the people who were in the palace back then. It's true that the jade railings are still there, but the beauty has changed!
Chen Yonghua said: "Your nanny later married Yang Qianhu of Nzi Mansion and gave birth to two daughters. Together they married Wang Zhongxiao, the head of Niangan. He was a third-rank imperial guard and a close confidant of the emperor. He had a high position. Isn’t it a piece of cake to get you a candidate for the eighth-grade county magistrate? And you don’t get your salary for nothing, the sticky department also needs talents like you.”
Wang Shiyuan was still hesitant, "What exactly is this sticky rod used for?"
"There's a lot of work to do in this sticky area!" Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "One of them is to capture the third prince Zhu!"
"What?" Wang Shiyuan almost collapsed on the ground in fright. Fortunately, Zhang Eryi beside him helped him.
Chang Mingyue picked up the book in the bag with a smile, handed it to Wang Shiyuan and said: "Brother Wang, please read this book. After reading it, you will know that someone is using your name to do big things, and they are doing it." With such sound and color, the world will soon be in chaos, and it will be chaos because of you!"
"The world will judge the third prince Zhu for justice?" Wang Shiyuan looked at the cover of the book with a look of helplessness on his face. He didn't want to cause trouble at all, he just wanted to live a peaceful life, but people kept using his name to start rebellions. And it’s all over the place, everywhere! If there are not a few "Zhu San Taizi Uprising" in a year, it is like failing to meet the target!
Now I’ve gone one step further and written a book about it!
"Yes," Chen Yonghua said with a smile, "This is an anti-statement written by the Third Prince Zhu! Not only has the Third Prince Zhu written an anti-statement, but he has also established a Heaven and Earth Society that believes that it is the mission of the people of the world to fight against the Qing Dynasty and to establish the kingdom of heaven on earth. !
It won't be long before the world will fall into chaos because of Prince Zhu. Third Brother Wang, you can't hide here anymore. You should follow us to Suzhou!
"What are you going to Suzhou for?" Wang Shiyuan was stunned.
Chen Yonghua laughed and said: "Go to Suzhou to help Prince Zhu in the uprising!"
(End of chapter)
