When little Stangdong was taken off the Thunderbolt by his father, he was holding a small deerskin bag given to him by A Miao. It was filled with cakes and various candies, and there was still a trace of hot chocolate on the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Xin stood in front of the glass window of the restaurant, watching a group of people walking down the gangway, raised his chin and said to Deng Fei: "Do you know who that kid is? I almost lost control just now."
Deng Fei was surprised and said: "Who is he? What do you want to do?"
Zhao Xin then told the history of Xiao Si Dangdong. After hearing this, Deng Fei also had a trace of anger on his face, but it dissipated after a while. He advised Zhao Xin: "Forget it, he is only nine years old. Besides, this time and space has us.
, the future will definitely not be like that.”
Zhao Xin took a long breath and tried to wipe away the humiliation, but there were still bursts of sourness in his heart.
After Qiao Renjie landed ashore, he immediately changed into his official uniform and led his men on horseback to Haiguang Temple.
After noon, Fu Changan, who had been waiting extremely anxiously in Haiguang Temple, finally saw Qiao Renjie. After listening to Qiao Daotai's report, he immediately understood what Beihai Town was going to do.
Fu Changan was so angry that he almost yelled, "Just buy soybeans, Jinzhou Shuiying provokes you?! What the hell is there about "mobility of people"? It's obvious that they want to clear the population!"
Come on, if you complain too much, you will be heartbroken. Send someone to the capital to report the news quickly. Everything has to be decided by Qianlong. If he really wants the Northern Navy to invade Tianjin, he will wait for Chang'an to confiscate his house and hold him accountable.
At this time, in Tianjin City, all the wealthy officials, gentry, and wealthy families were running out of the city, and some people hired carts to run toward Tongzhou and Beijing.
After the power of the cannon shot from Dagukou was transmitted back to Tianjin City, it was completely out of shape, and everything was said. Some forts were blown up by one shot, and some Dagu towns were razed to the ground, and the dead people were never seen.
One or two turned into hundreds…
In a street teahouse, several gangsters were talking happily. A large group of onlookers stood beside them, and a dozen people stood outside the window with their ears pricked up to listen to the gangster's nonsense.
"... It's too late, but it's fast. The mud horse on the sea is like a cannon! Oh my god, the sky is shattering! The fort is like a cannon!"
A person next to me asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
The gangster lowered his voice and said: "Is there any more left? It collapsed!"
"What about the officers and soldiers on the fort?"
"It's all buried inside."
"Hiss~~" Everyone suddenly gasped, full of worries about the future of Tianjin City.
"What? Jin San'er, you are so instigated by what I heard. Are you watching from the side? But how can I instigate you? You just came back from playing in Duliu Town the day before yesterday?"
"What? I hear what you mean, I, Jin San'er, tell lies to deceive everyone?" The gangster Jin San'er slapped the table and said to the man: "Let's go! Let's find a place where no one is around to talk properly."
After saying that, he was about to grab the man's collar. When the people nearby saw it, he quickly came up to persuade him. He said that there was a powerful enemy outside the city, so why were his people still fighting among themselves? Although the man who just accused Jin San'er knew that the other party was talking nonsense, he didn't do it.
He was willing to be beaten, so he admitted his mistake and paid for Jin San's tea.
At this time, a nearby neighbor was carrying a bag and jogging past the door of the teahouse. He didn't know what he bumped into under his feet. As soon as he mixed the garlic, a big horse came over. The waiter standing at the door hurriedly stepped forward to grab him.
The other party helped him up and said, "Hey, what are you doing here? Just take it easy!"
The neighbor didn't brush off the dirt on his body after he got up, and said anxiously: "What are you doing? Buying grain! I heard that the prices in the street grain stores have increased! What are you talking about?!"
Coax~~! Everyone inside and outside the teahouse immediately dispersed and trotted home.
When Jin San'er and others saw that everyone had dispersed, they lost interest. They were just thinking about what to do for dinner when they heard someone outside yelling: "Is there anyone here from Guo Hui'er?"
"Yes!" Jin San got up and walked outside the door, saying to the person calling, "What's Si'er?"
"There's someone on the street in front who wants to eat the treasure game! Master Liu, please come and call someone!"
The so-called "treasure game" is the casino of the old days, and the treasure-eating game is a scammer type of blackmail; those who can do this are usually desperate and ruthless hustlers.
When Jin Saner heard this, he realized that the treasure bureau on the street in front was covered by his gang of gangsters. Now someone actually came to share the food in his rice bowl. What else could he say? Just follow the rules!
So he ran to the street to the north with his two accomplices and walked to the Bao Bureau. A large circle of people had gathered at the door. He pushed through the crowd and walked in. He saw a lean man wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket.
Sitting on his butt at the door of Bao Bureau, he was yelling curses at the door, as unpleasant as he wanted to hear. A few steps away from him, a woman and two children were kneeling and sobbing.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The Sixth Master is here!" I saw the crowd parting in a narrow path. A gangster opened the way, and a fat man wearing a melon skin hat, a green vest, and a lake silk cotton robe walked in.
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The fat man known as Mr. Six walked up to the lean man, cupped his hands and said, "What's your last name for this good man?"
"My surname is Zhang, Zhang Bingwen, from Daming Prefecture. There was a flood in the village and I couldn't survive. I came to Tianjin to borrow a Guibao account to make a living."
"Okay! So brave!" Mr. Liu smiled and gave a thumbs up.
At this time, the boss of Bao Bureau also came out. He cupped his hands with a smile on his face and said to Zhang Bingwen: "Second Master, let's have a cup of tea in the room first."
In the old days in Tianjin, people could not be called uncle, as they would easily get beaten. The uncle was a clay doll, and the second uncle was the real elder brother.
Zhang Bingwen scratched his head and said: "Don't bother, I won't drink the tea."
The boss of Bao Bureau glanced at the woman and child kneeling next to him, and asked with a smile: "What did the second master say, these are the treasure family members? If you have any difficulties, please tell me, and you can help me."
At the owner of Renjia Bao Bureau, people come to make trouble every now and then, and we see a lot of them. So no matter who they are, they can talk and laugh happily. Before they come out, they already know what they are going to do outside. Since they are here to die, they will follow the Jianghu
Do things according to the rules and never stop them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After that, the two exchanged words for a few more times. Seeing that Zhang Bingwen insisted on not changing, the boss of Bao Bureau bowed and said to Mr. Liu who was aside.
With a wink, he turned around and went back to the house.
The sixth master still had a smile on his face and said to Zhang Bingwen: "Second master Zhang, how do you plan to eat it? Do you want to stack it up, gamble, put it in the frying pan, or draw a dead lot?"
When she heard the words "get out of the pan", the woman next to her couldn't stop her tears from flowing down, and her son and daughter also burst into tears.
Zhang Bingwen said: "Don't waste that guy's work! I asked about it beforehand, and the folded share will make the most money."
"Good man!" Liu Ye bowed and said: "Although Second Master knows the rules, I still have to tell you that we don't want human life, but if anyone makes a sound, you will be 'out of touch' with this beating.
Not to mention not even a penny, you have to pay for the medicine for your injuries yourself."
At this time, Zhang Bingwen raised his hands and said, "Sixth Master, right? Thank you very much. If it weren't for nothing, no one would want to take this road."
The so-called "stacked" is the most desperate way in the treasure hunt, and it also yields the most money. However, once you get this money, you will sell your life to others in the future.
The person who eats the treasure bureau must block his body in front of the treasure bureau door, curl up, protect his head and crotch and other vital parts, and then let others beat him violently until his arms and legs are broken. Those who are beaten must not say a word.
Complaining about pain is called "stumbling" and "going baseless"; being silent is called "selling out", which shows the true nature of a gangster.
After the beating, if you don't say anything, then all the expenses for the treatment and bone grafting will be paid by the Bao Bureau. From now on, as long as the Bao Bureau is open for a day, you will get a piece of money every month, and you will never default on it, let alone break your promise.
But after the injury is healed, you must listen to the instructions of the treasure bureau. If someone is making trouble, you must step in to stop it. When it is time to take action, you must not talk nonsense. When you come to a critical moment to "draw the lottery of life and death," you must be the first to do it.
Jin San'er had made some money through "folding", but now when it rains or snows, his broken bones will become sore and painful.
Master Liu had already seen Jin San'er in the crowd, and then he waved, and Jin San'er rushed over and punched the opponent. Master Liu said: "Jin San'er, I'll beat you today!"
"Master, look at it, you can't beat me like this!" After saying that, he raised his hand and made a bastard gesture.
At this time, the woman and two children kneeling beside Zhang Bingwen rushed to him and begged: "His father, let's go, we can't ask for food anywhere!"
The little daughter sobbed: "Dad! Let's go! Let's go, okay? I'm just a drag, take me to the market and sell me!"
Zhang Bingwen's eyes were red, and he glared at the woman and said, "How long will it take to beg for food? There are two of them, and one is pregnant in the belly. Otherwise, how will the whole family be fed?!"
After that, he looked at his daughter and said: "Be good, Yaya, listen to mother from now on. Dad is useless and can't support you, but dad can't sell you no matter what he says."
At this time, the onlookers shook their heads and sighed when they saw such a scene. This year there were floods in various parts of Zhili, and people fleeing could be seen everywhere outside the city. Although the government had set up porridge sheds, there were still too many monks and too little porridge, and people died every day. Now.
Another large ship arrived outside Dagukou, and the price of food in the city soared.
Not to mention the family in front of me, my own family may not have enough money to buy food in a few days.
At this time, Jin San'er and a few gangsters took a wooden stick as thick as their arm, walked up to Zhang Bingwen, cupped their hands and said: "Second Master, it's getting late today. Let's hurry up and finish the morning."
Already."
Then he said to the woman: "Sister-in-law, don't worry. If you can't kill someone, the most you can do is break a few bones. If you raise him, he'll look like a good man!"
Zhang Bingwen cruelly pushed his wife and children away, got up and walked to the door of the Bao Bureau, lay down on the ground, protected his head with one hand and his crotch with the other, and said to Jin San: "Come on!"
In the corner of the street outside the crowd, a busker was talking about "counting treasures". He held a piece of cow hip bone in each hand, with red pom-poms on it, and many small copper bells tied to it. He shook his hands and made a clanging sound.
, two fans and drums were struck, producing a "croak" rhythm:
"...Speaking of Hun Xing Zi and Wu Er Gui, they all followed the example of Chuang Chuang... Some people violated his boundaries and gathered in groups to fight. Iron rulers, ax handles, poles and shotguns, catch up
House, boiling water and bricks are flowing down, not caring about life and death! ... What's the problem with beating the soles of boots; beating the boards, he can't relieve the itch; hundreds of bamboo sticks, but he can't make a sound.
From now on, let’s make a name for ourselves!”
One day later, after urgent consultations between the Manchu and Qing monarchs, Qianlong issued an order and ordered He Shen and Liu Yong, who had experience in contact with Beihai Town, to be the chief and deputy negotiators. They led people from the Ministry of War, the Hanlin Academy, and the Lifan Academy to rush to Tianjin to negotiate with Beihai Town.
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Qianlong was really ill this time!
He Shen actually didn't want to come, but several bachelors and military ministers led by Prince Jia and A Gui strongly recommended him, saying that He Shen had gone to Ninggu Pagoda to go deep into the tiger's den before, and he could deal with Zhao Ni with ease. If he goes to Tianjin this time,
The thing was done, and it was a long-lasting success. Lying in bed, Qianlong thought that there was really no one left, so he had to agree.
From the capital to Haiguang Temple, from Haiguang Temple to Dagukou, and then from Dagukou to Jingleihao, the Manchu and Qing dynasties were like a relay race. Qiao Renjie simply waited at Dagukou, constantly arranging his own people to take the seats.
The ship reported; he was afraid that the North Korean Navy would not abide by the agreement and fire the gun in advance.
As for the location of the negotiation, the Qing government arranged for it to be at Haiguang Temple or Wanghai Temple. Deng Fei was not fooled. He directly replied to the messenger that it would be either Daku or the sea. If he did not agree, he would still fire.
Qiao Renjie cursed angrily, so the messenger ran back and forth several times. Finally, he learned from Heshen who had arrived in Tongzhou that he had agreed to negotiate in Dagu. However, because it was already the dry season in winter, the ship could not sail, and the number of our personnel was insufficient.
No, the three days mentioned before will definitely not be enough, so I asked for an extension of five more days.
So Qiao Renjie personally went to Dagu to investigate, and finally chose the Chaoyin Temple as the venue for negotiation. This temple was built in the second year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, the same year that Tianjin was founded, and it has a history of nearly 300 years.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At nine o'clock in the morning on November 22, 1789, according to the time agreed upon by both parties, Deng Fei took Zhao Xin, who was disguised as a guard, and the guard company led by Chen Jishan on five speedboats
We drove into Dagukou and stopped at the pier on the south bank of Haihe River, north of Chaoyin Temple.
At this time, there were no people around for ten miles around Chaoyin Temple. The Tanggu garrison and the green camp troops who came from Zhengding and Baoding surrounded the area. On the north and south banks of the Haihe River, the Qing army had one post every five steps, one post every ten steps, and musketeers.
There are many spears standing there, and there is a chilling atmosphere.
Deng Fei walked onto the trestle and saw that among the people who came to greet him was Qiao Renjie, who had accompanied the British on board the ship that day. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he raised his hands and said: "It turns out that you are an official of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. I don't know what rank your official residence is?
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He has never been clear about the Manchu Dingdai, Buzi and the like, and he doesn't bother to remember them.
Qiao Renjie thought to himself that he was just a bunch of rubes. When he saw his blue glazed top and the peacock patch on his chest, did he still need to ask? But he still smiled politely and said, "Master Deng, we meet again. Let me introduce myself."
, my official name is Qiao Renjie, whose courtesy name is Han San, and he is now the Tianjin Dao of the imperial court."
Deng Fei blinked after hearing this and thought to himself, "Qiao Hansan? Why don't you call me Hu Hansan? It turns out it's still a Taoist platform, but what grade does it come from?"
Next, Qiao Renjie began to introduce to Deng Fei the other entourage who came to greet him. Deng Fei greeted them one by one. When he arrived at the last young official, Qiao Renjie said: "This is Ruan Boyuan, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, who was also the editor last year.
The second-level Jinshi."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Fan, who was standing behind Zhao Xin and disguised as an accompanying document, was stunned. Damn it, old acquaintance!
The two have known each other since they were teenagers. Jiang Fan is only three years older than Ruan Yuan. The two of them are so close that they can wear a pair of trousers.
The formation of the Beihai Navy was extremely strict, and everyone stood upright. As a result, Jiang Fan couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw Ruan Yuan. Ruan Yuan was also curious at first, and after saluting Deng Feifei, he looked behind him, just in time.
Then he saw Jiang Fan, who was shrinking his neck.
"Jiang Ziping?" You can imagine the shock in Ruan Yuan's heart at this time. But although he tried his best to endure it, Qiao Renjie still noticed him.
While the group was walking towards the entrance of Chaoyin Temple, Qiao Renjie approached Ruan Yuan and asked in a low voice: "Bo Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Ruan Yuan hurriedly said: "Master Qiao, this is the first time I have met this Beihai soldier. It's true, it's true..."
After hearing this, Qiao Renjie smiled slightly and comforted in a low voice: "That's it. Don't worry. There are troops from the imperial court all around Chaoyin Temple for ten miles. If Zhao Ni's men dare to do something unbearable, they will be turned into powder in an instant."
At this moment, Jiang Fan was also beating a drum in his heart, and kept saying in his heart: "Don't recognize me, don't recognize me..."
Ruan Yuan, who was walking in front, was also at war with nature in his heart, but he still had to look nonchalant on his face. He never imagined that his best friend would actually seek refuge in Beihai Town.
Like Jiang Fan, Ruan Yuan could not help but think in his heart: "Don't talk to me, don't talk to me..."