After the ignition of Xiao Liuzi before, He Changying finally understood some of the principles of being a man in the Manchu Dynasty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That is to say, on the ground of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, using money to open the way is invincible; If you don't have the money to do it, it's hard to move an inch.

In a word, you have to pay for calling people, and it doesn't matter if it's a public or private matter, a big or small matter, and if you don't have money, there is absolutely no reason for people to move their legs.

He Changying walked up the high steps of the Jinhaiguan Provincial Mansion, first glanced at the two tall and mighty stone lions that were separated on the left and right, and couldn't help but think of Liu Xianglian's sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions", "Only those two stone lions are clean in your Eastern Mansion".

It seems that this is really the case.

He Changying took out the greeting post, handed over a big ocean, and looked at the disciple Junben with a dog-eyed look of looking down on people, and seemed to dislike He Changying's poor and sour giving, but after all, he didn't say anything, and went in to tell him.

Soon, a low-level old clerk walked out in high spirits, and led He Changying into the Yamen of the Guandao, of course, He Changying was very eye-catching and filial piety to two oceans of 'hard' money.

He Changying smiled bitterly in her heart and touched her pocket, all kinds of expenses inside and outside these days, and there were only three yuan left in her hand.

Walking into the Daoya, there is a huge wall painted with mountains, rivers and seas, and the wings on both sides are full of people, all of whom are working with low-level technical clerks from Tianjin Customs Road.

There are also some Chinese devils with big pigtails and suits, and civilized sticks in their hands, which should be Chinese compradors from some major commercial houses.

He Changying looked around curiously, and was led all the way into the second courtyard.

It was much quieter here, and several Manchu officials in official robes were standing in the courtyard whispering, and when they saw He Changying walking in, they all focused on him.

"Your Excellency is about to meet with U.S. Consul Li De, so I asked you to wait in the side hall."

The old clerk who led the way looked at the face of the foreign money, and was polite to He Changying, and led him to the East Flower Hall in the right wing.

Inside the hall was sitting a Manchu civil official in his early thirties with a cool hat, and when he heard the movement at the door, his eyes swept over.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square and elegant face, and a slight arrogance in his gentle eyes.

He Changying glanced at the official uniform of this older young official, with a patch of mandarin ducks on his chest, and he was already a fourth-grade civil official in the imperial court at a young age.

Seeing He Changying walking into the East Flower Hall, the young civil official stood up and arched his hand: "This old man is invited, it seems that this is the first time I have seen such a face?" ”

Isn't this guy short?

Why did my brother meet Lin Yunyu, Shen Zhaoao, Wu Weiyang, Lu Tiejiao, including the money-greedy devil Charlie Jin, who were all tall?

That is, Chen Shijie, this kid is shorter than me.

He Changying thought in his heart, and arched his hand with a smile on his face and said: "He Changying, the word is Anzhi; I haven't asked my brother's name yet, and I'm a member of the fourth grade at a young age, so it's not bad. ”

He Changying's way of communicating obviously made the young civil official a little uncomfortable, and he said again and again: "Brother He said that he was laughing, the stupid bird flew first; ”

Then he also learned He Changying's tone and said with a smile: "Tang Shaoyi, the word Shaochuan." ”

"I'll do it!"

He Changying muttered in surprise, and then asked curiously:

"Didn't you be the consul general in North Korea, and you came back?"

"You are He Changying of "Heroic Soul Sacrifice"?"

Tang Shaoyi suddenly remembered that the "Heroic Soul Sacrifice" that had been spreading on the streets in the past two days was not from the hand of a 'He Changying'?

He Changying looked at He Changying in surprise and asked.

"It's not well written, but it's important to be honest; I said——, it's really tiring for our brothers to talk like this, brother, didn't you also study in the United States, so we can't use vernacular to chatter?" ”

Talking to these Manchu officials, He Changying felt really tired, he didn't pay attention to the praise of 'you are sincere', you can't boast about yourself.

"Uh——, Brother He, aren't we using vernacular? I saw that Seoul had fallen into the hands of the Orientals and was useless in Korea, so I hurried back to see where there was still a place to serve the imperial court. ”

Tang Shaoyi's old face was red when he was asked by He Changying, of course he had no face to say that he was expelled from North Korea by Li Yuying, the monarch of the North Korean compound.

The dignified four-rank member of the Qing Dynasty, the consul general in North Korea, was driven back to China in disgrace, and he really had no face.

However, this He Changying really has the demeanor of a celebrity, does not like red tape and etiquette, and seems to prefer country slang.

Is he learning from Bai Lotte?

Tang Shaoyi looked at He Changying with a smile, puzzled in her heart.

"It's good to come back, the broken ground in Seoul, except for the pain of a woman's small nose and small eyes, there is really nothing good else."

He Changying sat down with a big grin, picked up the hot tea brought by the servant and took a big sip: "Isn't this tea bad, Yixing Yangxian Mao Feng." ”

North Korean women with small noses and small eyes make people hurt?

This is a novelty!

Tang Shaoyi was stunned for a while before twisting his face and holding back a smile, and said to He Changying: "An Zhigao, if Brother Weiting is here, he will definitely be able to be a bosom friend with you." ”

"Haha, I promise you."

He Changying laughed, Yuan Datou, who took Aunt Jiufang's wife in a row, is his 'idol' in life, and this is the winner in life!

It's just that this brother has always taken the sky bar in his life, and in the end, he got carried away, so he bet all the bets, and as a result, he took a hand of cheats and ten, and he lost without even underwear.

Sorrowful!

He Changying's style made Tang Shaoyi gradually relaxed.

Of course, if a nameless person with a cat and a dog was so rude and presumptuous, Tang Shaoyi would have reprimanded the blind cat and dog a long time ago, and then let the military secretary of Jinhaiguan Road beat him up, forked it out, and threw it out of the Daoya.

However, He Changying, who was able to write "The Sacrifice of the Heroic Soul", did this, Tang Shaoyi would only think that this was a kind of freedom of celebrity and arrogance.

Moreover, this famous man wearing 'white clothes' and without any official rank at first glance can walk into the Donghua Hall of the Mansion of Tianjin Customs Road and wait for the reception of Sheng Daotai, obviously he has entered Sheng Huaixuan's eyes, and maybe Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner.

He Changying, who relied on the memories of later generations and pieced together a 'good' "Heroic Soul Sacrifice" from the sacrificial texts of the Republic of China, was also very interested in this Tang Shaoyi.

He went to the United States to study at an early age, and after returning to China, he climbed to the official position of the Manchu Qing Consul General in North Korea in thirteen years.

Jinhaiguan Province, Fengtian Governor, Shangshu of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, the first Prime Minister of the Republic of China, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Finance,——

The best thing is that this guy was sixty-seven years old in 1929, and he actually deigned to become the county magistrate of Zhongshan County, and said in his inaugural speech that it would take 25 years to "build Zhongshan County into a model for all counties in the country".

He had the best of the bunch, and was prepared to live to be at least ninety-two years old.

Including the old Taizu family of He Changying's era, they all used the example of this buddy 'becoming a prime minister and then a county magistrate' again and again to educate cadres to be honorable and disgraced, and to be able to go up and down.