Time is tight, the task is urgent, and after lunch, Jia Liu quickly entered Beijing against the cold wind.

There has never been a moment's delay, so for the country and the people, I am afraid that there will be no second person since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

When I returned to Beijing, it was already two or three o'clock in the night.

Looking at the tall Jingshi city wall, Jia Liu, who was standing in the cold wind, touched the armor on his body, and motioned for the pillar to shout towards the city.

"On the city, the president is back, open the door!"

"The president is back, the president is back!"

The guards and officers in the city cheered when they heard the movement, and many soldiers were lying on the battlements to see the majesty of Lord Jia Jia, and some of the battlements even poked out several heads, which shows how Jia Liu won the support of the new guards and officers.

Jia Liu was also very pleased, and firmly led the officers and men to make a fortune and become well-off.

In the face of the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers, Jia Liuzi could not be idle, raised his right hand high, and kept waving it towards the city in response to the support of the officers and soldiers for him.

"Humble Li Mi see the president!"

The left wing battalion of the Chongwenmen Guardian Army was always Li Mi, the former deputy general of the infantry of the Green Battalion of the Beijing Division, and as soon as the city gate was opened, he led a group of subordinates to salute.

It was the standard flag salute, because they were promoted from the green battalion to the guard, which was equivalent to entering the Eight Banners, which is the saying "raising the flag".

The title is also the official title of Jia Liu, the minister of the president of the army.

"Hard work, hard work, brothers."

Jia Liu turned over and dismounted, helped his subordinates one by one, and after asking a few words about the situation in Beijing, he asked people to send a few large pots of noodles in the canteen.

"King Kong is not bad Dazhai Master"

I drove for more than ten hours, and I was hungry up and down.

The canteen is also the small canteen of the original Chongwenmen tax gate, and the yamen of the infantry army commander was temporarily set up after that, and the barracks and office institutions of the original city gate were merged, and two adjacent courtyards were rented for money.

Although the area is much smaller than that of the former infantry commander yamen, the hardware mechanism of a ministerial-level yamen is quite complete.

It is roughly the meaning that although the sparrow is small, it has all the organs.

It's just that the canteen is smaller, and it can only accommodate up to 100 people at a time, so in the past few days, the Chongwenmen guards have either staggered their meals, or they have carried the prepared meals to the city for the officers and soldiers to eat on the spot.

The guards stationed at the other gates and at some points in the city also coordinated with each other, while the guards stationed in the palace directly lit a fire in the palace to cook, and the oil, rice, and salt required were also taken locally, and there was no need to transfer them from other places for the time being.

Since it was the location of the Yamen, the commander of the temporary infantry army, Jia Liu did not intend to overhaul the civil engineering in Chongwenmen and build a new governor's palace here, but planned to move his command structure outside the city after the situation in Beijing was stabilized.

In the eyes of the old and rich people, controlling the Jingshi is equivalent to controlling the Qing Dynasty, so they can't leave the Jingshi lightly no matter what.

However, in Jia Liu's eyes, this Jingshi is a small cage, and outside is the vast sky with great achievements.

Of course, the most important thing is that Jia Liu always feels that it is not safe to stay in Beijing, and he will guard against you day by day, and after a long time, the big pattern of his heart for the world will become a small pattern of guarding one acre and three points of land.

After receiving the next task from the cafeteria, the chef and a group of helpers immediately opened the stove.

In a few moments, several large buckets of boiled noodles were brought up.

What made Jia Liu happy was that the canteen also brought a few pots of frozen lard for the adults and soldiers to enjoy, dig a spoonful of lard and mix it with noodles, and then serve it with a small plate of pickles.

After eating the noodles and confessing a few words to Li Mi and others, Jia Liu went to visit the old rich at night.

The old rich moved and moved to Baylor Mansion in Gushan Beizi Hongjing, which was closer to the imperial city.

Hongjing's Ama is the third son of the Holy Grandfather and Prince Shuocheng Yinzhi, Yongzheng changed his name to Yunzhi after he ascended the throne, and on the grounds that he had always been friendly with the abolished prince, Yinzhi was sent to Ma Lanyu to guard the tomb of Kangxi. Later, he was imprisoned by Yongzheng in Jingshan Yong'an Pavilion, and finally died in Yong'an Pavilion.

On the night of the palace rebellion, ominous events occurred in the city, Hongjing's whole family died in the chaos, and no one in the whole house was alive, and his family's house was not small and only a mile away from the imperial city, so the old rich moved his family into Baylor's house.

This is also Uncle Se's suggestion, after all, Lao Fu's original home is in the Red Flag Manchurian area, and now the Five Banners Manchuria is ready to move, in order to prevent the change of the prince's clan from harming Lao Fu, the foreman of the military minister, so Uncle Se thinks that Lao Fu is a stable government and must not live under a dangerous wall.

The old rich man followed the advice and moved on the same day.

In order to ensure the safety of the old man, Uncle Se also specially dispatched 16 guards and 140 guards as the full-time bodyguards of the old man.

This treatment is almost catching up with the king of the county.

At this point, the old rich man felt that he was not safe, and he was discussing with his brother-in-law of the Ministry of Military Management, Iletu, to transfer one or two thousand of his henchmen and soldiers in Sichuan to Beijing, so as to ensure that his status as a powerful minister would not be shaken.

Iltu strongly supported this idea, and believed that at least 3,000 people should be transferred to Beijing, so as to not only ensure personal safety, but also ensure that they would not be "oppressed" by Sejitu and Jia Jiashikai.

After all, who dares to guarantee that Jia Jiashikai and Sejitu, who have soldiers in hand, will always hold the old rich man as the foreman?

Lao Fu disagreed at first, believing that this would undermine the stability of the triangle, but he could not resist Iltu's persuasion, so he acquiesced to the matter.

When Jia Liu arrived, Lao Fu was actually working, and he still stayed up late.

Sitting in the study, wearing a cotton jacket and putting down the stove at his feet, the official documents in front of him were divided into two piles, one of which had been reviewed and the other that had not been reviewed.

Looking at the official documents piled up in front of Lao Fu, and then seeing that Lao Fu's eyelids drooped, Jia Liu couldn't help but be moved, and said sincerely: "We are pointing at the eldest brother up and down in the Qing Dynasty, the eldest brother can't be tired, should he rest or rest, where can he be so desperate." ”

After speaking, he offered the relics of the first emperor.

"What is this?"

The old man approached the oil lamp and carefully looked at the black bula things that the six sons and virtuous brothers gave him.

"Big brother, this is a good thing, a baby that even Zhang Tingyu never got back then!"

In order to improve the political value of the elixir, Jia Liu exaggerated what Queenie said.

"The younger brother got a total of two, one for himself, and one for the eldest brother..."

As he was talking, he saw a strange smile on the old man's face, and then he heard the sound of "horn", and the elixir was smashed by the old man like a walnut on the table.

After that, he puffed out his mouth and "exhaled", and the elixir worth 100,000 silver fell to the ground like dust.

This operation can make Jia Liu dumbfounded: "Big brother, you are... This is,"

"Hit the first emperor's coffin, right? That's six, right? ”

The old rich man looks like you're an idiot.

This is a question, let alone the devil six, even the ghost is embarrassed.

Jia Liu's face was hot and red, squeaky and squeaky.

"Brother advises you to throw away those few as soon as possible, don't eat them, otherwise, in your words... yes, it's time for a memorial service,"

The old man smiled, "Sixth son, you don't want your eulogy to be written by your brother, right?" ”