Before the New Year's Day, the capital city has become lively these days. For many years, the court has not been granted a title of marquis, and this new Marquis of Dingbei has been promoted.

However, the welcome method of the people in the capital was too different. The Dingbei Marquis Mansion, located at the imperial city and was heavily guarded, was thrown into the door of the mansion in broad daylight. The censors tried their best to write a letter to impeachment. From the domineering martial artists to the unjust intention of being a traitor, they almost said that they had rebelled. They were very angry and overturned the Mao family to the ground and killed the whole family.

Fortunately, Emperor Chongzhen was still a little brainy, or Yang Sichang was still a little brainy. Since Dongjiang had compromised, he would really make Mao Jue angry. He would put his arm around Huang Taiji's neck to jointly build his Ming Empire, which would be stupid.

Zhang Zhifa, who inherited the Chief Secretary, was taken down less than a year. Although the newly succeeded Xue Guoguan had no great ability, he still had eyesight. With Yang Sichang, he would stay in the middle of the Communist Party of China and refused to issue such memorials. He also instructed Shuntian Prefecture to arrest several scholars who went to the Dingbei Hou Mansion to make trouble.

But what are the virtues of scholars and censors in the Ming Dynasty? After several "righteous men" were arrested, larger-scale censors stuffed the broken snowflakes to the cabinet.

At this time, Li Zicheng was breaking through Ningxia. Zhang Xianzhong accepted Xiong Wencan's imperial edict in Gucheng, but refused to hand over the military power and closed the door and defended himself. It was exactly the same as the deceptive decline of the carriage gorge in Chongzhen in the seventh year. However, these major national affairs that really needed care about were always something that they really cared about.

Amid such troubles, no one seemed to pay attention to the promotion of a small Jinyiwei household.

This money was not given in vain. Anyway, Zhao Lian’s elite family members died. Lu Zhong still had two big-headed military achievements, so he became the head of the 100th household with the third hundred households in the character A.

The Yuan Dynasty not only brought great destruction to the Central Plains, but also brought some benefits. This mutton hotpot is one of them. In a cold weather, there is nothing more comfortable than drinking a mutton hotpot. Today, the old copper pot at the front door is so lively. The whole building is crowded with people on the upper and lower floors, but the shopkeeper is not happy.

All the people sitting were Jinyiwei!

"Come on! Drink! Drink!"

Chedun'er was sweating and sliced ​​with mutton. Half of the skinned naked sheep had just been chopped. In a blink of an eye, it scattered on various tables. The most traditional Chinese wine is rice wine, but in this war, people didn't eat enough food. There was no such thing as rice and quinoa to make wine. Before they knew it, a dynasty was ahead of time. Mao Jue's corn souvenir gradually occupied the northern market. The tables were filled with souvenirs.

This thing has a lot of alcohol content. One after another, the guys drink tens of thousands of yuan and his face turns red. The ones close to the table, the ones with a round face as if they look like badgers, and the guys with muscles on their bodies are big and holding their glasses with their tongues.

"Congratulations to our Master Lu, not to say that he will survive the disaster, but he will be promoted to a hundred households! Drink!"

"Congratulations to Master Baihu!"

Then, the people in the upper and lower seats of more than 60 people also picked up the wine glasses. This scene made Lu Zhong unable to help but become a little intoxicated.

The Jinyiwei is also a place to fight for his father. Although it is hereditary, it doesn’t matter if it is not a money, but he still has to be bullied. Just like Mr. Lu, his ancestors are a hundred families, but when he is his grandfather, he is defeated. His father is still a small flag. At least he can’t even make up a small flag when he comes to him. Instead, Zhao Lian, who was originally serving tea and water for his grandfather, climbed up on his head. It was his turn to carry his bag behind his butt. It was so uncomfortable that it felt so uncomfortable.

But now, Lu Zhong has moved it back! He held the wine bowl and went to his flattering subordinates, and couldn't help but laugh and drink it.

However, after a glass of hot wine, before he could feel comfortable rubbing his stomach, his smile suddenly became a little stiff. In the corner of the table, a silly little Jinyiwei also raised his glass at him with a smile.

Following Lao Cheng’s side, Song Xiance’s “nephew” Xiao Tang!

All of this was given to him by Mao Jue. In order to give him merit, the two Tartars who were chopped down in Dongjiang, and they had to flatten the gold utensils for him. Now they have spent almost a thousand taels of silver on their Jinyiwei. These costs are not in vain. If they are collected, they have to do business for Dongjiang.

This Lu Zhong is a smart person, otherwise he would not have lived to the end of the eight people. His smile froze for a moment. After returning to a toast, Lu Zhong's eyes instantly looked at the table near Xiao Tang.

There are rivers and lakes in places where there are people. A small hundred households, just fifty or sixty people are the same. Like Lu Zhong, a small strongman who suddenly became a hundred households. In the 100 households, there are naturally many jealousy, just like two tables on the south side, a thin man in his fifties, who was dry and like a skeleton that was about to be buried in the soil, and a goat beard with a mouth full of oil on the other side of the building.

What made the two special was that there were more than a dozen Jinyiwei around them and they were drinking warmly. They were one of the general flags and the other were small flags, which were considered to be the conservative forces in the hundreds of households.

However, there are conservative forces, and there are unsatisfactory people who are excluded from the outside. These are all objects worthy of winning, just like the badger's face who took the initiative to toast, and at the window, a long beard who drank so melancholy that he looked like Li Bai's long-faced Jinyiwei.

These are all future Dongjiang spies worthy of winning!

Lu Zhong is a hundred households and has just returned from Liaodong. There are many people staring at him, but Xiao Tang, a rookie who spends money to get into the Jinyiwei, is different. He gives Lu Zhong a clear look and holds a wine bowl. He smiles and walks towards his long-faced beard, and takes care of him.

"Hey, brother, what do you call it?"

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The wine was drunk in the middle of the night. The new official made a good fire when he took office. The new hundred households were generous enough. The wine he took office was drank so generously. A large group of Jinyiwei from the 300th household office were also satisfied with the Jinyiwei.

He hugged his arms back to the Jinyiwei Yamen, threw a few homeless bachelors into the big bunk in the Yamen, and staggered and smiled foolishly towards the cottage. However, as soon as he closed the door, Xiao Tang's face immediately became calm. He took out two black pills from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth. He was only three or four minutes old and four minutes old and quickly became awake.

In fact, in the Ming Dynasty, local officials were much more oily and poorer than Beijing officials, and the Jinyiwei was almost the same. In addition to waiting for the extra money to be sent out, the emperor might have some rewards during the New Year, he was also a guard of honor and guard of the gate. However, there were still many good things in this gate.

For example, this signing room, the Beizhen Fushi Department manages the Jinyiwei strongholds in various places in the Ming Dynasty, and all the information of thousands of households and hundreds of households is summarized here. For Dongjiang, it is simply a treasure house.

People are forced out, and so are Mao Jue.

To be honest, Mao Jue is really a little sorry for his title of time traveler. Later spy war movies are flying all over the sky, but after so many years, he has devoted all his energy to the internal construction of Dongjiang. Foreign intelligence management is really bad. The information in the capital is entirely due to Chen Zanzhong and several other civil eunuchs that Mao Wenlong had made before. For such a big deal as Cao Huachun to deal with Wen Tiren, he actually relied on Lao Cheng, who was developed into a Dongjiang eyeliner. This time, Mao Wenlong was granted a marquis and became a hostage in Beijing. Mao Jue had no news about it.

I originally thought that if I was in control of one side, the situation in the capital would not have a big impact on Dongjiang, but I suffered two great losses in a row. What's more, now that I am in the hands of others, Mao Jue dares not be lazy any longer. Building a Mission that loses to him is urgent.

However, it is not that simple to cultivate your own eyeliner. It takes a lot of time and energy to build connections and transmit information. Mao Jue does not have that energy and cannot wait for that time, so he can only take advantage of the situation. So, the Jinyiwei entered his eyes.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Jinyiwei generation is worse than the previous generation, it is still a distorted spy organization, and the value contained in it is even more immeasurable.

Aren’t the fortresses all broken from the inside? The TV series also penetrated the Japanese intelligence agencies to obtain the largest source of intelligence. Mao Jue also learned this. Now a military officer from the sixth rank of the Ming Dynasty has become his new eyeliner, and his eyes are still widening.

However, just before it reached its scale, it was already bringing benefits to Dongjiang!

At the door of the signing room, two Jinyi Guards were yawning together. Anyway, the commander was not sure which yard was drinking wine, and no one checked the post. He looked around and simply sat down and squinted.

The window was quietly raised, and several layers of cotton were placed on the shoes under their feet. It fell silently in the snow. Looking back at the information about the tables that were neatly arranged in the room, Xiao Tang was like a ghost, wiping his footprints backwards and disappeared into the woods next to him.

Taking advantage of the night, three pigeons flew up suddenly, mixed into the hovering birds, and flew to the north with chirping.

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It was already more than December when Mao Jue received the news.

On the shore of Lutun Island, with the north wind blowing, the iron bells on the sails clattered. More than one bell, hundreds of bells gathered into a unique symphony.

Under the sails, the heavy wooden ladders pressed the side of the ship shaking a little. In the sound of the trumpet, the two mules in front were pulled, and more than a dozen Dongjiang troops were pushing it behind. The Dongjiang cannon weighed one and a half ton and three meters long, slowly climbed into the hull like a Hongyi cannon tower.

After more than half a year of preparation, Dongjiang took the first step into Heilongjiang and finally took the lead.

On the dock, with the bedding rolls on his back, the Dongjiang immigrants from all over the country were either excited or confused, and they also boarded the passenger ship that had been prepared for a long time, standing in the dangerous building of the Black Pearl, while Mao Jue demolished the flying pigeon that Fan Wenju had just sent.

Written in small regular script, if I had myopia, I would probably not be able to see clearly, but the information brought was good. The first hundred-household office inside the Jinyiwei officially established itself. As for Lu Zhong's loyalty, there is no need to worry about it. As long as he is loyal to the money, he will not betray Dongjiang. Moreover, compared with the mean and ungrateful Chongzhen, Mao Jue believed that the benefits he brought to him were enough to take risks.

In the second piece of information, Mao Jue kept sneering at the court's attack on Dongjiang. Now he could feel at ease. As long as Yang Sichang was in one day, it was probably okay for Mao Wenlong and Chen Jiao. Moreover, after this year, those boring civil officials would not have the intention to come to find him, the Mao family father and son.

However, after sneering, Mao Jue's face became stern again, and there was also the third line of information on the back, which was copied by Xiao Tang snatching into the signing room. The more he looked, the tighter his eyebrows became. Finally, Mao Jue threw Fei Ge Chuan into the brazier with a angrily anger.
Chapter completed!