This person, Wang Tong, recognized that the entourage who followed his father to Macao was just the lowest lieutenant, named Zhang Shiqiang.

Zhang Shiqiang's family was originally a wealthy family in Tongzhou, and he used silver to make up for Jinyiwei, thinking that he could let Zhang Shiqiang give the family a help and shelter, but he didn't expect to make it in, and the Zhang family was robbed, and the thief rushed in the middle of the night, and the whole family was killed, and they fell all at once.

has no money and no power, Zhang Shiqiang can only beg for a living in Jinyiwei, he has always been cautious, no one dares to offend, and he was even nicknamed "noodle melon".

Zhang Shiqiang is actually very burly, but his back is a little rickety in his early thirties, which is why he usually whispers a lot, which leads to this.

Seeing Wang passing, Zhang Shiqiang obviously hesitated, stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Brother Wang, in the morning, Lord Tian has already assigned your office to run an errand under Lord Liu......

"Lord Liu, could it be Liu Xinyong, the chief banner!?"

There were just two of them outside the door of the house, hearing this, Wang Tong was suddenly a little anxious, Liu Xinyong, the general banner, failed to seize his family property, he must have resentment, and he had such a boss, and the future can be imagined.

Hearing Wang Tong's unkind tone calling him by name, Zhang Shiqiang was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, dragged Wang Tong to the side of the road, and complained:

"Brother Wang, how can Lord Liu's name be called so directly, besides, according to the rules, the children and nephews fill the vacancies in their father's generation, and Lord Wang was also under Lord Liu back then, so he should also ......"

Looking at Zhang Shiqiang's extremely worried appearance, Wang Tong was also discouraged, he still remembered that when he went to Macau, he still had to call him "uncle", and now this person calls himself brother, be careful like this, what's the use of complaining.

In the place of official business, you can't bring in personal relationships, Wang Tong, who is proficient in the workplace, naturally understands, he takes a few deep breaths, and clenches his fists and says to Zhang Shiqiang:

"Thank you Brother Zhang for the reminder, I don't know where I am going to be on duty?"

When Wang Tong asked the question, Zhang Shiqiang rubbed his hands together and muttered for a long time before he said intermittently:

"Master Liu said, Brother Wang, you and I will stay together, and you will be dispatched at any time, and you don't need to be on duty."

After saying this, Wang Tong's face was suddenly indifferent, but he was furious in his heart, this Liu Xinyong has no grudges and hatred against himself, and the things he has done are too desperate.

Staying on duty does not sound like an idle errand, but in fact, it is a great way to make money, Wang Tong is also a family scholar, and has modern experience, so he naturally understands the routine.

The standard of Jinyi and Weiyin is the same as that of other health centers, but the same standard is also the standard for the distribution of food and salary, that is, the salary can be paid for nine to ten months a year, and it has to be deducted from top to bottom, and the money and food in hand are not enough for the living. But Jinyiwei has all kinds of critical powers, and he can arrest people and convict them and go to prison without going through the official yamen at all levels, and the officials and the people are afraid of three points.

Since the beginning of the Jingtai period, the Jinyi Guards of the Jingshi began to send Xiaoqi, school captains, and wrestlers to the streets of the Jingshi on duty, called listening and investigation, to assist the Shuntian Mansion and the Terracotta Division to maintain law and order.

In fact, it is to collect the usual money from shops, vendors and various industries, which is the so-called protection fee in later generations, which is quite generous, which is the most basic economic source of Jinyiwei.

As for the errands sent to various places, as well as the general flag and the above 100 or 1,000 households, then naturally some people take the initiative to pay filial piety, or send dry shares, so naturally there is no need to show up and spend this effort.

Zhang Shiqiang is more than twice as old as this Wang Tong, and he has never had any dealings with him before, and he always thought that Wang Tong was just a child, but today he found out that this is not the case.

Manners and words are completely sincere, and when the two sides communicate, they always feel oppressed.

He didn't know what to do, Wang Tong's fists clenched and loosened, but there was already a smile on his face, Baihe Tian Ronghao accepted his money, but he also made up for him in Jinyiwei, and arranged for this Zhang Shiqiang to wait outside, instead of his own servant, which means that the two sides have been cleared.

The son and nephew make up for the lack of their father's generation, this is also the rule, how can Liu Xinyong not say what he thinks in his heart, but he can't find fault with it, if he doesn't follow the distribution, he wants to make any trouble, and he can't get into the heart of the heart.

Now that you've entered this system, let's stay there and wait for the opportunity.

People who have been mixed up in the workplace naturally know this truth. Wang Tong has calmed down now, at least on the surface, and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhang, the younger brother has just joined the Jinyi Guard, I don't know what kind of charter this left-behind is, can you tell me about it?"

"What else can there be, it's nothing more than to come here every day to order something, do it if you have something, and go back when you have nothing to do."

Wang Tong felt weak for a while, isn't this just hanging people, but his expression didn't change much, and he nodded with a smile.

The courtyard of the hundred households of Jinyiwei is very deserted, and people from all over Jinyiwei go out on errands, and ordinary people would rather take a long detour than approach this place.

Tian Baihu's private house couldn't go in, and the two of them stayed outside the courtyard until it was getting dark, and when they went to work, they didn't see anyone come back at night, until Zhang Shiqiang beckoned him to go back together.

When he first joined the company, the supervisor who was not pleasing to him did not arrange specific matters for him, so he sat in the corner with this notebook for a day, which was really similar to that time, Wang Tong thought with a wry smile.

Although he was cold there in Jinyiwei, he could go out early the next day to sign up for the mao, and when he walked on the road, he could feel the difference from the past.

He was wearing a brocade robe and a sweatshirt, with an embroidered spring knife around his waist, his outfit was inconspicuous and not gorgeous, but every pedestrian he met who got up early was full of awe and subconsciously avoided it.

This is the majesty of Jinyiwei, which has accumulated from the Hongwu period in the civil and military officials and all the people in the world, and even makes people dare not look at it directly.

Wang Tong has never enjoyed such treatment in person, whether in modern times or at this time, and he unconsciously raised his chest and raised his head when he walked on the road, and his whole body was much lighter.

This time he still went early, and there was no one in front of the Tianbaihu house, so he stood there for a while before he walked out of the servant who had been said yesterday from inside.

Although he had seen it, the servant did not say hello, but took out his tools, came out with a bucket of water, and sprinkled it in front of the door.

Wearing a green coat and a small hat, he looks like a subordinate dress, with a white beard and white hair, a rickety waist and back, quite old, a tool in one hand, a water in the other, and a trembling walk.

Wang Tong hesitated there for a while, but still stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Uncle, I'll help you!"

The old servant turned his head and glanced at Wang Tong with disdain, and after seeing the childishness on Wang Tong's face, he said coldly:

"But do you want the little old man to say anything to the hundred masters, then don't count on it, what a character the hundred old men are, how can the little old man speak"

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