In the spring of the 58th year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, the country and the people were safe, and the world was peaceful.

Hubei Hanyang Prefecture Xiaogan County outside the sudden strange glow, red light full of sky, the people in the city called the wonder, have to go out to watch, so that people come and go, the traffic is busy.

However, there was silence in the Ningfu in the city, and the people only cared about bowing their heads and doing things, and no one dared to speak, not even the glow outside the city.

The large mansion of the six-fold courtyard looks unusually empty, and there are Buddha statues placed on the ancestral hall in the house, and the green smoke curls up, but there are also quite a few Zen rhymes.

An old woman in a brocade coat was kneeling on the embroidered pier at this time, chanting words, and the maidservants serving beside her were also kneeling together.

Suddenly, a man broke in from outside the door, dressed in a black power suit, with stubble on his shaved forehead, and a thin and short money rattail pigtail wrapped around the back of his head, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

"Mother, you've been kneeling for a long time, I'm afraid you won't .....be able to stand it if you kneel down again," the man knelt on the side and said softly.

The old woman was indifferent, just sighed and said, "Amitabha, great mercy, bless my precious grandson with a speedy recovery, and the old body wishes to worship the Buddha for the rest of his life, and the smoke will not end." As he spoke, he didn't look at the man kneeling beside him.

If you let this outsider know the identity of the man, I am afraid that I can't believe my eyes when I see this submissive appearance.

This person is the Qing Dynasty Hanyang Mansion City Guard Camp from the Sanpin guerrilla Ning Zhongyuan, only thirty years old six, the reason why he can accept this position, is also the ancestor from the dragon into the customs relics, several generations of people in this Hanyang Mansion business, has long been like a tiger sitting on the ground. In this Hanyang Mansion, except for a few military and political officials, the rest of the people are not disrespectful.

A few days ago, Ning Zhongyuan's only son, Ning Yu, suddenly had a high fever when he was playing in the mansion, and then he fell unconscious, but the old lady panicked, and sent someone to Hanyang Mansion overnight to inform Ning Zhongyuan, and then invited Chen Dejiu, a famous doctor in Hanyang City, and now the doctor has also seen the disease, and the prescription has also been prescribed, but the young master Ning has not woken up, and he is in a hurry.

Just when Ning Zhongyuan didn't know what to do, a petite figure rushed over from outside the door, shouting: "Young master is awake, young master is awake." ”

The old woman, who was originally kneeling, breathed a sigh of relief at this time and recited: "The Buddha has appeared, the Buddha has appeared." But when I let go of this heart, the whole person collapsed, and I felt a little shaky.

Ning Zhongyuan couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly got up to help his old mother, let the maid beside him take care of him, and then walked quickly to Ning Yu's yard.

However, at this time, Ning Yu was no longer the original little master.

Mrs. Ning, who was guarding the side, wept silently, and her heart was even more like a knife when she heard her son's movements.

Ning Zhongyuan looked at Chen Dejiu, who was taking his pulse, and asked in a low voice, "Divine doctor, what is wrong with my son?" ”

Chen Dejiu gently stroked his beard, although his face was as plain as water, his heart was turned upside down, because he had never seen this disease in his life, the pulse was extremely stagnant at the beginning, and it was only a line away from the ghost gate.

However, Chen Dejiu would not smash his signboard, so he had to say vaguely: "Lord Ning, your son's pulse is stable now, and his body is fine. It's just that the severe scabies are just healing, and it will take a few days to recuperate. ”

When Ning Zhongyuan and Mrs. Ning on the side heard this, they were grateful to Dai De in their hearts, and hurriedly sent one hundred taels of silver, and asked Chen Dejiu to see the old lady in the mansion.

Although it had been diagnosed by a famous doctor, Ning Yu still woke up after a whole day and a night.

Although Ning Yu closed his eyes, he felt as if the sun was passing through his body, and his whole person warmed up.

Under the interweaving of the memories of the two lives, Ning Yu felt like he had gone through a hundred years, and countless strange and familiar scenes hovered in his mind, going back and forth without stopping. It took a long time for Ning Yu to feel that his consciousness had finally slowly come to his senses.

The maid who was guarding on the side screamed softly, and hurriedly beckoned the maid inside and outside the house to come over, and informed Ning Zhongyuan and his wife of the good news.

It's just that Ning Yu, who was lying on the hospital bed, has been in a trance, and after three days of recuperation, he gradually figured out his current identity and condition.

It turns out that he has traveled to the Kangxi period, or the fifty-eighth year of Kangxi, if you use the Gregorian calendar to calculate, then this year is 1719 AD, and it is also the beginning of the magnificent 18th century. Although the region where he was born is no different from his previous life, his identity is very different, from an office worker in his early thirties to a genuine second-generation local tyrant.

But don't think that the word local tyrant was invented by modern people, as early as in the "Song Book Yin Yan Biography" recorded: "Uncle Bao, the son of Du Tan, is a local tyrant and a local tyrant, and the internal and external military are specialized." ”

What is the combination of internal and external military affairs? To put it bluntly, the proper local landlords are strong, and some people have money and guns in their hands.

According to Ning Yu's understanding of his identity, he found that he was really an unusual Jingui, although this Ning family was a family of military attachés from the third rank in the officialdom on the surface, but in fact it was far more than that.

Ning Yu's generation is not deep, Ning Zhongyuan only has three sons and one daughter, of which Ning Yu is the eldest son, and there are two younger brothers and sisters, but the family strength is extremely strong, Ning Zhongyuan has seven brothers and five sisters, these brothers are in the army and business in the Huguang area, and one is even more popular, and is an official in the local area.

Although these uncles and brothers did not occupy high positions, the resources in their hands were real, and under the intertwined roots, the Ning family became stronger and stronger, and established today's prestige.

In addition, Mrs. Ning's maiden family Cheng is also a well-known family, and Mrs. Cheng returned as the right attendant of the household, in this Huguang area, it can also be called a big man, in addition to waiting for idle high-ranking officials, this person is also rare. Mrs. Ning's elder brothers are also in high positions now, the high ones are now in high positions like the prefect and the governor, and the low ones are also first-class county commanders, and the family is extremely powerful.

In this era, the power of being an official has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, as the so-called breaking the county order and destroying the door of the mansion, this ordinary people are like grass mustard, and they are powerless to resist even if they are oppressed, and the money naturally flows over like the sea, enjoying the wealth of the world.

Therefore, Ning Zhongyuan was relieved to be a guerrilla in Hanyang Mansion, with that meager salary, but the family's shops, mines, and field slaves are increasing day by day, just in this Xiaogan County, there are more than 3,000 acres of fertile land, and in the whole Hanyang Mansion, all the fertile fields add up to more than 20,000 acres.

Ning Yu had completely accepted his identity at this time, in his previous life, he was an orphan himself, he had suffered enough from snacks, had enough of suffering, and was alone without any concern. Now I am fortunate to be reborn in a rich and noble family, and I have completely thrown away the last fetters in my heart.

Ning Yu was thinking about the future life of a wealthy young master, but inadvertently touched the money rat tail braid on the top of his head, and the stubble on his forehead was a little prickly, and the braid seemed to be reminding him that you are just a minion.

Minion, a very glaring term, popped up in Ning Yu's mind, and he was a little panicked in his heart.

As a modern soul, no matter how much Ning Yu deceived himself, he couldn't hide the fact that he was just a slave at this time.

Even if there are 10,000 acres of fertile land, even if the power is tilted to one side, in today's prosperous Qing Dynasty, he is a slave.

In the eyes of Emperor Kangxi, the current sage of the Qing Dynasty, which of these 3,000 miles of rivers and mountains is not his own pasture? Who is not their own minion?

Giving and taking is only in a thought.

Ning Yu finally understood why he was panicking, because no matter how much he had, in this era when the Eight Banners were in charge of the world, he was just a mustard, and under the iron hooves of the Eight Banners, everything was illusory.

But in this prosperous era of the Qing Dynasty, what can I do?

Ning Yu reminded himself that it was not 1898, not the end of the imperial dynasty, but a so-called prosperous period of Kang Yongqian.