"The rich man wants to see a humble position?"

Jia Liu, who had just arrived at the Muguomu camp with the silver cart and the remains of the fallen soldiers, had not had time to take a look at the barracks, and before he even had time to rest for a moment, he was called aside by a green battalion commander.

"Then let me arrange it,"

Without waiting for Jia Liu to finish speaking, the Green Camp Qian, named Lu Yuanguang, interrupted him impatiently, "No need, you just go with me, someone here will arrange it." ”

Qian is always a six-rank official, although Jia Liu is only a nine-rank Lan Ling chief, but he is a flag official, and Qian is always a Han official, so although he is three levels worse, Jia Liu doesn't feel that he is much shorter than the other party.

Therefore, seeing that the other party obviously did not respect him Jia enough, he couldn't help but be a little angry, but seeing that the other party was tall and bearded, Kong Wu was powerful and capable of fighting, so he thought about it.

After stepping into the camp, I saw a group of soldiers rushing to the seventh arrest team that remained outside the camp, and took all the people away.

Jia Liu didn't dare to ask where his people were taken, so he had to obediently follow behind the head of the green camp.

When I was just outside, I felt that this big camp was very big, and when I came in, I saw that it was really a big camp, very big.

The various military flags of the Eight Banners and the green flags of the Green Battalion were everywhere, and one tent after another was in sight.

There are several stone towers on the nearest school ground, and I don't know whether they were repaired by the Qing army or left by the soldiers.

Jia Liu saw that the Jianrui battalion that they arrived in Jinchuan first was training to climb the fort with a cloud ladder, and he was in full swing, but he didn't know that Wang Qianfeng, who promoted him to be the leader of the Han army, was not among them, and Chang Bingzhong and Liu Heyi, who were assigned to Muguomu, were on an errand.

After walking for about half a pillar of incense, Jia Liu was taken into a tent by the stone pillbox by Mr. Qian, said that he was waiting here, and then left directly.

There was nothing in the tent, and there were hay and mats on the floor, and a few quilts that looked tattered and dirty.

There was also a knee-high wooden table with a lunch box on it, a pile of clothes in the corner that had been sitting for an unknown amount of time, and a pair of stinky leather boots.

The air doesn't smell too good.

Wait, just wait, Jia Liuyi sat on the ground with his buttocks, and after a while, he felt that his buttocks were cold, so he took the bed quilt and put it underneath.

Since he didn't have a watch, Jia Liu couldn't estimate the time, but he always felt that a long time had passed, but no one came to call him.

The more I waited, the more anxious I became, so I wanted to get up and take a look outside and breathe in the fresh air.

I didn't want to just lift the cotton curtain on the tent, and two saber soldiers blocked in front of him, and then Jia Liu, who couldn't help but say that he was about to come out, blocked back.

"Wait!"

The moment he was pushed in, Jia Liu felt that his head was buzzing, and his heart was beating hard, and he instinctively thought that it was Wang Fu's kid who sold him, otherwise how could he be locked up here.

The more I think about it, the more panicked I get, the more scared I get, and the more I fear, the more cranky I become.

Fortunately, just when Jia Liu's heartstrings were about to collapse, someone finally came to call him.

"Follow me."

The person who came was not the powerful Qian Zong just now, but a banner man who was a few years older than Jia Liu, and his face was more friendly.

Judging by his face, this pen post should be easy to speak, so Jia Liu cautiously asked: "May I ask which rich man wants to see me?" ”

The post also replied to him, saying that it was Lord Fusheng, the deputy capital of Manchuria with red flags.

Jia Liu thought to himself that this kid from Tongfu Chang'an was at the same level, almost at the ministerial level.

"I wonder what Lord Fu summoned me for?"

Jia Liu handed a five-tael silver ingot from behind and stuffed it to the pen style.

Before coming to the camp, he was fully prepared, not only did he not change his clothes stained with Turg's blood, but also prepared several ingots of silver.

The pen post was not polite, and he accepted the money and said casually: "I don't know." ”

Jia Liu froze, looking at the silver ingot that was put into his pocket by the other party with some distress.

However, he still caught a good signal, and he brought it instead of mentioning it, indicating that Wang Fu's kid did not betray him.

As long as it doesn't happen in the east window, things are easy to do.

With a little apprehension, Jia Liu was finally taken to a tent that looked like the residence of the senior officials.

There were four saber guards at the door.

After the post was whispered outside the door, Jia Liu was brought in.

As soon as he entered, he didn't care about the "horn" and made a standard flag salute, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the adults!" ”

"In the flag?"

Fu Sheng'a, who was quite thin behind the desk, put down the brush in his hand and carefully looked at Jia Liu, who was kneeling, obviously a little satisfied with his flag man background.

"Back to the words of adults, lowly duties are the blue flag of the Han army!"

Jia Liu didn't dare to raise his head, and made a look of not daring to breathe, in order to show his respect for this ministerial-level official.

Not to mention, in the eyes of Fudutong, the favorability has really increased a lot.

"Official credentials."

Zhang Jingmutu, who was next to Fu Sheng'a, who was in charge of Zhang Song, Wen Transfer, and the verification and distribution of money and grain, walked up to Jia Liu and motioned for him to show his "ID card".

Jia Liu hurriedly took out his official waist card, as well as the appointment certificate of the seventh arrest team of the Han army, and respectfully held it in his hand.

When Mu Tu took them one by one, he was suddenly a little surprised: "Are you a donation?" ”

Belch?

How do you know about such a private thing?

Jia Liu was stunned, I don't know how people knew that he was not an authentic official, but he still nodded honestly: "Back to the adult, the humble position is a donation." ”

"Why a donation?"

Lord Fudu Tong is also curious, and he has the impression that the children of the banner people have donated tribute to the imperial examination, but there are not many who directly donate to the official.

Because this is a self-destructive thing.

There are unwritten rules in the flag, donating titles, and the highest is only to be able to practice the four products.

Further up, without great opportunities and the support of nobles, there is basically no hope.

Even if there are occasional large donations that can reach the third grade, it is either a false position, or a temporary assault due to the tension of the war. If you buy it, you have to go through the mountains and mountains of blood, which is so easy.

If the person in front of him was quite old, the rich man would still be able to understand it. But obviously he is very young, why he is willing to fall, I can't help but wonder.

Mu Tu took Jia Liu's official credentials and said in a low voice: "It is a title issued by the Sichuan Governor's Palace. ”

Fu Sheng'a smiled after hearing this, and then looked at the children of the Han army who were still kneeling there, it was estimated that they were either in the middle of the family, or they were coaxed by someone.

Mutu was motioned to ask about the details of the attack on the payroll procession.

Jia Liu was busy one by one, except for the fact that the wage team was attacked, and then some of them had a certain artistic processing component.

Of course, it's not exaggerated.

The last words of the martyrdom hero of Mengbaqi Turg were also truthfully told by Jia Liu.

The hero's last words were rather tragic, so that Jia Liu was too excited to freeze several times in the process of recalling.

When Mutu heard this, he looked at Fusheng.

Fusheng Ah is noncommittal.

Before long, Mr. Lu Qian, who had brought Jia Liu in before, also came in, glanced at Jia Liu, walked to Fu Sheng's side, bent down and whispered a few words.

Seeing this, Jia Liu estimated that most of the Qian generals had gone to the seventh squad to check the situation.

Fortunately, this set of rhetoric is not only familiar to him, but also Zu Yingyuan, Cui Hengyou and other worshippers are also familiar with Tang Adu, and they are not afraid of different statements on both sides.

After listening to what Lu Yuanguang said, Fu Sheng'a looked at Jia Liu, nodded slightly, and said: "This matter is too sudden, you have done your best, the death of the protector has nothing to do with you... You have no merit. ”

Hey?

Jia Liu wondered if his ears had heard it wrong, but he had brought seventy or eighty percent of the silver, why had he lost more than half of it?

Fu Sheng'a didn't say anything more to Jia Liu, but glanced at Mu Tu, who hurriedly returned to the desk and began to write.

Jia Liu knelt there, and he didn't know what that Zhang Jing was writing.

After a while, Mutu handed over the written things to Jia Liu.

When Jia Liuyi saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned - it was actually an official certificate of the Zhengliupin Forward School, and on it was his Jia Dongge's name.

Promoted to three levels!

What the hell is going up?

Jia Liu is really unbelievable, how much price he has spent and how much effort he has put into donating a nine-rank official, and he even does not hesitate to risk killing his head, but this six-rank official actually smashed on his head as lightly as a bubble of bird droppings....

He didn't do anything.

"This is the rich man's reward for you, as for the corresponding military merits of your department, there will be a special person to record and report to the Meinuo Guanzhai later."

Jia Liu, who was holding the letter of appointment, reacted quickly, knowing that this official certificate was used to gag his mouth.

I think it took him a lot of effort to swallow more than 70,000 taels, and the rich man's mouth is 200,000 taels, and he is really a leader.

"Thank you, sir!"

No matter how much people are rich and adults get, this six-grade forward school is never fake.

"If you have anything in the future, you can come to the camp to find me."

After Fu Sheng'a finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Lu Qian was busy taking Jia Liu out when he saw this. There are some things that he has to explain with the striker who has been promoted three levels in a row.

After Jia Liu got up, he suddenly knelt down again: "The lord treats the humble duty as a mountain, and the humble duty is willing to go to the soup for the adult, at any cost!" ”