As an authentic Manchu country, Jia Liu was still young, and he didn't know that the word "strike to porcelain" was invented by the Eight Banners' children.

At first, there were children of bannermen who had fallen into the family and took the valuable porcelain from their homes to the streets. When they met Han people passing by, they deliberately broke the porcelain, lied to be precious antiques, and then blackmailed the other party’s money as their noble national identity.

It is okay for Han people to not give money, but the yamen speaks!

What is a yamen?

The yamen is the yamen that presides over justice for the children of the Eight Banners.

Entering the yamen is not a matter of spending a small amount of money, it is necessary to pay a lot of money.

Therefore, the Eight Banners' children either do not take action, and they will definitely take action once they take action.

In later generations, this is called extortion.

Of course, this is the gameplay of low-level bannermen.

The way of playing high-level bannermen is to specialize in officials. Although they occasionally set traps for bannermen, the focus is on Han officials.

The method is either to make porcelain or to focus on the officials who like to go to the kilns.

Because the Qing Dynasty law did not allow officials to stay in prostitution, the consequences would be very serious if they were reported.

Whether to spend money to eliminate disasters or ask the court to remove the top clothes, officials know how to weigh the pros and cons.

Shulun is just trying to mess with the car.

How can the son of the dignified vice president not know what the peach feathers represent?

But the more powerful these two pheasant feathers are, the more powerful Mr. Shu is.

Big fish, big fish!

If you want to spend money, Mr. Shu will definitely not be able to do so.

The problem is that there are a group of bannermen who are hanging with him, and there are also family slaves, and Han gangs in the outer city, which are so big that they spend a lot of money.

In addition, there are many people in this group who are ignorant and lazy, and even the evil ways of Mr. Shu also learned a lot.

The peach-like feathers just now, let alone Mr. Shu’s heart-wrenching, those people were even more ecstatic, knowing that they had met a big enemy today.

If you don’t kill him a few thousand taels, you will be sorry for the man who traveled far away!

Hey, the eyes are so beautiful.

Jia Jiashikai, the first guard in front of the imperial guard, will be a stick in the eyes of others.

Who gives them confidence?

The law of the Qing Dynasty!

Another confidence is of course that they are also children of the Eight Banners, especially the young master who is the deputy general of the Eight Banners in Chengdu.

Therefore, there is no risk in this porcelain collision and the benefits are huge.

Jia Liu was wondering where the governor had gone, and Shulun spoke over there: "Listen to the accent of the master, are you from Beijing? You are a fight against the thieves? We are not just making things difficult for the master, but it just happened that it was the man who celebrated his birthday today. If the man could give him a few bowls of birthday noodles, the man would pretend that he hadn't been here today, so he thought it would be good?"

Someone asked, threatening: "If the adults are reluctant to give up the money, then the adults will be in trouble for prostitution."

"Do you report to the prefect's office or go directly to the governor's office?"

"Why are you going to the Governor's Office? Lord Jia Jia is our bannerman. You must not report to the Governor's Office for this matter?"

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You said, I said, the discussion was very lively. The platform was moving out of the platform, so scary.

Jia Liu subconsciously looked up at the third floor. Lord Futai shouldn't have run away, so he hid at most.

Yes, knowing that the law is broken, it is unacceptable.

As for the National Taiwan Master, he can help Jia Jiashikai suppress it even if he connects with enemies and sells the country. This prostitution matter will cost about three or five thousand taels at most, right?

Go to Beijing?

It seems that Chief Military Minister Yu Minzhong is a member of the Mutual Aid Association?

The emperor's favorite, Hezhongtang, can see the Dongge brother calling the public security detention?

To be honest, Jia Liu doesn’t like to show off because such things are too playful and are a manifestation of immaturity.

Of course, people who do big things have a high profile, but they are not pretending.

But born.

So, I quietly watched people discussing the fate of Lord Jia Jia, and even thought of him as he took off his official uniform and beat a hundred sticks.

Blackmail, typical blackmail.

Jia Liu looked down on such a low-level method from the bottom of his heart, and curled his lips and asked who Ama was.

Maybe I think the young man doesn’t know the worldly ways and tells him about something.

Mr. Shu was cunning, waved his hand and said, "Don't ask, we won't say anything. They are all men in the flag. Are they talking or not? If the adults don't talk, we guys will leave now."

After frowned, Jia Liu had no choice but to ask the other party: "How much do you want?"

"We have so many people, five hundred taels per person is not an exaggeration, right?"

It's not too much. The problem is that there are nearly twenty people. If you really don't bargain, you will have to be nearly ten thousand taels. Shulun really dares to open it.

Of course, the reason why I asked for a lot of prices and bargained on the ground was that I had been in Kuanzhai alley for so many years, and I knew it.

The psychological bottom line is enough to give each person two hundred taels.

Do you want money or official?

“Not too much.”

Jia Liu nodded, turned around, closed his life, took someone, and taught him a lesson.

He had to teach these things a lesson. As long as his fists were hard enough, the Qing Lu could use it to wipe his butt.

Tell me that I'm staying in a prostitute?

Is there anyone who falsely accused of innocence like this?

I'm trying to get a skill!

For the sake of work and for the Qing Dynasty, recruit technicians!

You boy dare to ruin my reputation?

Soren's personal soldiers, who had already been holding their breath, rushed up and threw Mr. Shu, who was about to move out of the bad consciousness, directly to the ground, and then punched and kicked, calling it painful, calling it mother, one after another.

When he walked to the stairs, Jia Liu remembered something and turned his head to instruct Debu: "That young master celebrates his birthday, right? You ask the kitchen in this building to cook a hundred bowls of longevity noodles for me and serve the young master to finish it."

"Yeah!"

Deb smiled wickedly and picked up the frightened madam who had been hiding out.

Half an hour later, a large bucket of clear water noodles was carefully carried over by two cooks. Seeing Mr. Shu and his entourage being beaten into a pig's head, the cooks were frightened.

After asking Shuan Zhu to give these two chefs two handfuls of silver, Jia Liu was very excited and moved a bench to sit down. He wanted to see how many bowls of noodles the boy who celebrated his birthday could eat.

"come out!"

Deb stepped forward and pulled out Mr. Shu, who was so scared that he was squatting with his head in his arms, and Shuanzhu grinned and spread the big bowls in a row, bowls of noodles.

"eat!"

"I'm going to celebrate my birthday, be kind."

"Yeah!"

Debu's scarred face squeezed out a smile: "Young Master eats noodles."

Mr. Shu, whose face was swollen, could not eat it. He instinctively shook his head, but he was kicked again. He was so panicked that he quickly picked up the big bowl and slashed it into his mouth, not even caring about burning his mouth.

After eating a bowl, I burped it.

The second bowl was stuffed into his hand again.

After hesitating for a moment, Deb pulled his braid up and said in fear: "I'll eat, I'll eat."

One bowl, two bowls, three bowls, four bowls

Jia Liu put one hand on his chin and one hand on the table, but his eyes were filled with love and anger at the elders.

Even the birthday boy who had eaten four bowls really couldn't eat it anymore. Not to mention smelling noodles, my stomach was churning and I wanted to vomit even if I looked at it.

"Master, sir, let me go, I will never dare to do it again, I will not dare."

Shulun, who was afraid of dying, didn't care which one he was, and kowtowed to Jia Tulu "stop" and begged repeatedly: "As long as lord spare me, I will never come to this place again, and I will never dare to touch lord's porcelain again!"

"Is that right? I don't believe it,"

Yang Zhi lifted the teapot on the table and walked towards Mr. Shu with a smirk, "Unless you burn the eggs with boiling water."
Chapter completed!