Jing Dynasty, the sixty-fourth year of Datong.

Late at night, the lights in Tianjing City are dim.

There was a rolling roar, and the thunder came from far to near, rolling across the sky.

The blazing white light suddenly tore through the night and illuminated a dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong.

At the same time, Ji Yuan opened his eyes on the cold hard bed in the main room.

As if having a nightmare, he sat up suddenly.

Empty eyes, without any sparkle.

After a while, Ji Yuan seemed to have woken up from a big dream, thinking silently in his heart:

"Jingchao...Tianjing...Liaodong refugees...Ji Jiulang...Heilongtai!?"

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest, but there were no bullet holes.

Dead, but not quite dead?

"I didn't expect that my undercover career for several years would end in this way..."

Ji Yuan has mixed feelings in his heart, his past flashes by like smoke, he graduated from the police academy, undercover, overseas, Ma Tsai, trading, closing the net, being killed...

"It's okay, I'm too tired from dancing on the edge of a knife..."

He lowered his head and smiled.

Accepted quickly.

Anyway, I am alone and have no parents to support me at home.

My only regret is probably that I didn’t live to receive the medal.

"Hiss!"

As his mind wandered, Ji Yuan suddenly covered his head and took a breath.

It's like a red-hot iron drill has penetrated the Tianling Cap.

Hot!

Hot!

Pain!

Countless scattered pictures have been crammed in.

What a mess!

"It turns out that 'I' am also called Ji Yuan? I have the same name and the same surname. It seems that this is also a tradition of time travel."

Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, seeming to find it funny.

He swayed, resisting the swollen and throbbing tingling sensation in his temples, and indulged in the fleeting memory fragments.

This Ji Jiulang was originally from Liaodong and was born in Jiubianjun Town.

His father was a small flag officer in the Fusi of Taipei Town, Heilong Dynasty during the Jing Dynasty.

Later, he was sent to Liaodong by Shangguan and worked as a backbone in Delong Trading Company to investigate the salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture.

He lurked for several years and collected a lot of irrefutable evidence, but his whereabouts were unexpectedly exposed when reporting the news.

Almost everyone in the family was silenced, except Ji Yuan who was lucky enough to be rescued and survived.

He was brought to Tianjing by his second uncle Ji Chengzong from Nanzhen Fusi and was raised.

Now I am in my prime year, and I have just received an errand from Tiqi...

A series of messy fragments intertwined into the past, flashing in front of Ji Yuan's eyes as if at eight times speed.

Liaodong experienced eight years of drought and eight years of heavy snow.

Natural disasters occur every year, and people's lives are difficult, to the point of selling their sons and daughters.

Especially the villages around the military town are even more dangerous.

There are military leaders inside who are killing people for credit, and there are barbarians outside who are clearing grass and grain.

Not to mention the powerful landlords and gentry clans.

The vast network of connections leaves no one able to escape.

Good families who are honest and do their duty and do not want to be thieves or bandits will find it difficult to find a way to survive.

Either sell yourself as a servant, or gather in the mountains and forests.

"People are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts... The Jing Dynasty Dingding world has been in the world for a period of time. It is a prosperous age where fire is cooking oil and flowers are blooming! How could it become like this?!"

These memories were too real, just like what he had seen, heard and experienced personally. Ji Yuan's expression became heavy, with a bit of sadness, anger and doubt in his eyes.

Before he could continue thinking, he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his chest.

It's like burning, but it also gives off a bit of a cold feeling.

The intertwining of the two makes people want to die.

"This... when did 'I' get hurt?"

Ji Yuan unbuttoned his inner clothes and looked down, and a black palm print suddenly appeared on his chest.

Its color is deep, as if it has been poisoned.

"I just passed through it, and I'm going to die soon?"

Ji Yuan's heart moved and he searched for clues from the boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, he finally remembered the cause and effect, and his eyes showed a coldness.

Everything stems from the official position left vacant by the old father who was loyal to the country.

According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, court officials had three kinds of grace.

One is a world reward, a civil servant of seventh grade or above can allow his son to enjoy the imperial salary.

If you make outstanding contributions, you can directly enter the Imperial College and become a prison student.

The second is hereditary, where the father dies and the son succeeds. Most of the families of military commanders in Jiubian Army Town come from this.

The third is the shadow son. If the father is a first-rank official, there is no need to wait. You can directly submit a letter and ask for a fifth-rank official position for your heir.

By analogy, even if you are a junior official of the seventh rank.

You can also make a less popular classic, Yi Cheng.

Ji Yuan's father was a small flag official in Fusi, Beizhen, and he happened to be from the seventh rank.

Later, he helped uncover the major salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture. Although he lost his life, he was still sealed by Heilongtai.

Hundreds of households promoted to the sixth rank were given flying fish suits and embroidered spring knives as a reward.

If there is no accident, follow normal procedures.

Ji Yuan should directly fill his father's vacancy and become the youngest head of a hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen.

But things are different now. This is no longer the beginning of the founding of the Jing Dynasty.

The law is one thing, but implementing it is another.

Heilongtai has great powers, supervising all officials and patrolling the world.

A man from a hundred households has a monthly salary of thirty-four taels of silver. He wears a flying fish suit, carries an embroidered spring knife, and holds an impermanence book.

There are one hundred and twenty people in charge of Tiqi. Who will not show courtesy to anyone wherever they pass?

There are a lot of people who want to spend money to fill such a good vacancy.

How could it be the turn of a poor man with no money and no power like Ji Yuan?

"Lin Baihu from Fusi, North Town, had previously excused himself, saying that I was too young and my martial arts skills were too low to convince the crowd, so he only gave me one Tiqi..."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The official ranks of Beizhen Fusi from high to low are: Commander, Qianhu, Deputy Qianhu, Hundreds, Trial Hundreds, General Banner, Xiaoqi.

The so-called "Tiqi" have no rank and rank. They can only be regarded as guards. They are minor officials and have no official position.

"That Lin Baihu is clearly trying to bully 'me' because I have no father, no mother, and no strong backer, so I can only control it!"

Ji Yuan felt calm in his heart and pressed down the fire on his chest for the time being.

In his previous life, he had seen many such disgusting things.

What should have been yours was taken away by others.

Not only that, but sometimes you have to step on me without leaving any dignity.

Ji Yuan knew that if he could bear it for a while.

Then you become a soft persimmon that everyone can bully, and you will still have to suffer in the future.

The word "principle" is not universal.
To be continued...