Lu Ming

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"Hahaha... Who said I don't believe it."

Suddenly, from behind the silver mirror on the wall, there was a loud laugh.

Soon, a series of footsteps sounded, and then the door was pushed open, and a group of people walked in.

"salute."

The first one to react and stand up to salute was Huo Gui.

Wu Fazheng, who was astonished, watched a tall and thin man come over, patted his shoulders twice, and said to him with a smile: "Young man, believe it or not, I have heard that the person who told you just now is better than the person you have known all your life." How much do you want?"

Chapter 702 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

Time: The morning of the third day after the prison visit.

Location: Military Dock.

After harassing the elders in Tianjin, the boss is finally coming back.In the cold wind, a lively farewell show is being staged.

In fact, there are more traversers present today than when Feng Jun came to see him off.After all, he is about to leave, and if he doesn't show up to give it away, it will be extremely rude and easy to be remembered.

The farewell ceremony was as simple as the arrival.The heavyweights took turns to shake hands with Mr. Feng Ge, say a few words on the scene, and it was over.

Next, it is time to wait for the gods to be sent away... The boiler that is emitting black smoke is being boosted, and the ship will sail soon.

"Are you sure you don't want to go around the capital?"

At the bow, Yao Jianshe leaned sideways on the railing, and said with a smile: "Xue Haiyuan has all the banquets ready, but it turned out to be a lonely wait."

"I'm not going..."

The thin and tall Feng Jun was lying on the railing with a lighted cigarette in his hand, looking at the sable fur on the pier as if he was saying goodbye to his wife, young master and concubine. The first time I came out, I looked at the industry, and at the second I looked at the social conditions. There is not even a matchbox factory in Beijing, so what to look at."

Yao Jianshe smacked his lips when he heard the words: "That can't be helped, the capital is special."

Beijing is indeed quite special.

As the political center of the Ming Dynasty, the capital is the stronghold of the landlord class, and various reactionary forces are powerful and intricate.

Setting up an industry in a place where troops cannot be stationed is equivalent to sending hostages to others, which is unnecessary.

Without the industry, there will be no people's livelihood in the new era, the construction of the basic disk, etc., which are the most concerned content of the high-level traveler.

Xue Haiyuan, who is in charge of the work in the capital, has been doing nothing but wholesale wholesale of incoming goods, consumption of public funds, and laying out an intelligence network.

This is the reason why Feng Jun did not go to the capital in the end.

In addition, there is another reason why it is not convenient to speak.

After traveling through so many years, people with rights like Feng Jun who "participated in work" in the early days have already become a different kind of person from the inside out, and they are really expensive.

I am used to being at the top of the pyramid of big shots, and in the current situation, I definitely don’t want to go to a capital where the rich and powerful walk everywhere... where I can’t pretend to be forced, what are I going to do.

When Chongzhen hangs himself on the southeast branch, everyone will go to the capital to catch up with the exam.

"If you don't go, don't go. The second ring road hasn't been repaired yet, so it's not worth seeing."

As a member of Chuangui, Yao Jianshe is aware of Feng Ge's mentality.So in the end, he just smiled, then pointed to the bottom of the boat, and changed the subject intentionally or unintentionally: "How about, this young master should stay with me first, cooperate with the intelligence work, and send it to you later."

Feng Jun was taken aback when he heard the words, then followed Yao Jianshe's fingers and couldn't help but smile.

The point of the finger is none other than Wu Fazheng, Young Master Wu.

At this moment, Wu Fazheng has completely changed his clothes.He was wearing a gray wool coat and corduroy trousers.It can be seen from the open neckline that the suit is inside.

In addition, the biggest change is the hairstyle.Young Master Wu now wears the most common three-to-seven haircut for civil servants, which can be called a handsome urban guy... The previous bun has disappeared.

Wu Fazheng, who was saying goodbye to shopkeeper Wu, naturally didn't know that the boss above him was talking about him.Knowing it, he didn't care about it: the ship was about to leave, and he had to hurry up and explain.

Shopkeeper Wu, who was originally detained in an unknown village, was released by left-behind members of the nearby Guangyi Gang after receiving a telegram.

Afterwards, shopkeeper Wu, who got the news, rushed on the road overnight, and returned to Tianjin before the ship departed today, where he found his young master who had already turned himself into a thief.

"The guys who have suffered crimes must be resettled, and those who are injured and disabled should be raised and deducted from my share."

"Master, this is a public loss, how can you pay the money?"

"Hey, don't say any more, this catastrophe started because of me, so there must be an end."

Seeing that Shopkeeper Wu still wanted to argue, Wu Fazheng pressed his palm in a hurry, signaling to the other party that time was running out: "The most important thing about Yixinlong's semicolon right now is Master Yao's instruction, advance and retreat according to the class, and never make any mistakes again!"

Speaking of such an important matter, shopkeeper Wu's face immediately turned serious: "I know it's terrible... Just joined the team, you must always be cautious in your words and deeds."

"Uncle Nine is mature!" Wu Fazheng nodded again and again: "Speaking of which, it was a blessing in disguise. In addition, this letter from my family must be brought to my father as soon as possible... This time, I am a little eager to change the course, and there must be many people in the family who have to argue. I have to leave these matters to Uncle Jiu."

Shopkeeper Wu, who had a lot of vicissitudes on his face, suddenly had red eyes at this moment: "Master, you are betting on yourself!"

"nonsense!"

Wu Fazheng patted shopkeeper Wu's shoulder comfortingly: "I have my wish. When I went south, I had an idea... Well, it's just that there are some twists and turns... Mr. Feng is an important minister in the court. Looking at it now, our Wu family On the contrary, it has reached the sky in one step, and it has been created."

After exhaling a breath of cold air or smog in the cold wind, Feng Jun, who observed Master Wu for a few times, turned his head and said to Yao Jianshe: "It's really the ass that determines the head. I don't believe it, don't you?" Know the best role of such a person."

Yao Jianshe laughed dryly: "That may be the case, and you will be the number one."

"The threshold between feasible and feasible is different."

Feng Jun mercilessly exposed the difference: "Old intellectuals with open minds like this, who go back and study government affairs for a few years, and change their thinking, are the type of people most needed by the system."

"It's different from that old Cen. Wu Fazheng's most important advantage is that he is young and quick to accept new things. This scholar has already mastered the old knowledge system, and then brainwashed him with the theory of new imperialism... Hehe, that is really a fighter among traitors , the sharp knife that overturns the old system!"

"Eating the enemy for one minute, being me for twenty minutes."

Feng Jun took one last puff, flicked the cigarette butt into the river, and said with emotion: "This type will be released in the future, and the last time it will be the third-tier magistrate. Living in eight seats, the ceiling of the natives, how can it be so hard to do intelligence? .”

What Feng Jun said, Yao Jianshe, who has become silent, would not...will refute a single word.Because if he were a cabinet boss, he would employ people like this.

But still the same sentence, the ass decides the head.Although Yao Jianshe had already shifted his focus to the magistrate of Tianjin, his intelligence pedigree over the years still made him unconsciously make the request.

The next moment, Feng Jun also reacted.He stared at Yao Jianshe in astonishment: "You are not the mayor now, why are you turning your elbows outward?"

"I haven't handed over the intelligence work yet." Yao Jianshe smiled awkwardly: "Originally, I handed it over after you left."

As if hearing Yao Futai's words, at this moment, the siren sounded to remind Feng Jun that he was about to leave.

……

Ton, ton, after drinking two sips of tea, Yao Jianshe, who was sitting in the office on the top floor of the intelligence station, let out a long breath: The plague god finally sent him away, waved his hand, and took away a couple... old and young.

After slowly looking around at several cronies sitting in the office, Yao Jianshe said with a bit of feeling: "Then from today onwards, I will no longer preside over the work of Tianjin Station."

Several old subordinates who followed Yao Jianshe to fight in the country at the beginning also had mixed feelings at this moment.Fortunately, those who engage in intelligence are good at controlling expressions, so everyone can only congratulate in the end: "Congratulations on your promotion, and your subordinates are honored."

"Yeah." Yao Jianshe nodded, and finally said: "From now on, you must work hard to cooperate with Mr. Lu, and don't let me hear anyone who is slack."

"Subordinates don't dare, they must do their jobs with all their heart."

After explaining this, Yao Jianshe took a final reluctant look at the office where he had been staying all year round, and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to leave.

After that, Yao Jianshe turned his head and said gently to a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa on his right: "Lao Lu, shall we start the handover?"

The second-generation station master Lao Lu who is waiting to take over Tianjin Station, whose real name is Lu Min, is a time traveler who "immigrated" two years ago.This gentleman "before his death" worked as an auxiliary police officer for several years, so he can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

"Okay, then hand over."

Next, it took Yao Jianshe a day to hand over all the important tasks of Tianjin Station to Lu Min.

Fortunately, Lu Min had already worked as the deputy head of the station in Tianjin for half a year, so he had already started other tasks, so he didn't need to explain any more.

After explaining the matters, on the last day, Yao Jianshe brought Lu Min to the confidential dispatch room.

In front of Lu Min, Yao Jianshe wrote a report by hand, and then reported a call sign: "Send the report at 20 o'clock every day, and send it for 7 days in a row."

There was not much content on the confidential document, and Lu Min could see the content clearly at a glance: Kite, if there is news that Huang Taiji has gathered troops to go south in the near future, you can break the silence and use number two to contact.

Back at the station master's office where he had become the owner, Lu Min made tea himself and handed it to Yao Jianshe who was sitting on the sofa: "Who is this kite?"

"The intelligence bureau is only in Shenyang... Well, Shengjing has been well placed, and there are special agents from a separate radio station."

Speaking of this, Yao Jianshe stretched out two fingers with emotion: "In the past few years, Tianjin Station and Beijing Station have sent a total of no less than [-] waves to Shengjing, with various social identities."

Speaking of this, Yao Jianshe shook his head regretfully: "But in the end, the kite is the only one who can successfully land and receive the radio station safely and send a report."

"This is the last secret of Tianjin Station, and it was also my last order as the station master just now." Speaking of this, Yao Jianshe took out a copper key from his pocket and threw it to Lu Min: "Hey, the desk is at the bottom of the desk. That drawer, the information on the kite, this one."

"It's really not easy." Lu Min, who has been in this plane for several years, fully understands the difficulty of placing agents outside the pass: "It wasn't originally planned to be used, right?"

"Yeah..." Now that Yao Jianshe has relieved his burden, he spoke a lot more easily: "Originally, it was only dormant and not activated. Who knows what happened this time, the cabinet let Zhang Zhongqi sit on the wax. We are all Tianjin colleagues, then It has to be pulled."

Lu Min nodded to express his understanding: "I will personally follow up on this matter. If there is information from the kite, I will notify Feihuying, Beijing Station, and the cabinet as soon as possible."

"Beijing Station...not necessarily." Yao Jianshe seemed to be out of his mind at the moment, and said quietly: "I have a hunch. If there is any news about Jianlu, Beijing Station should inform us first."

Chapter 703 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

The twilight is deep, the moon is dark and the stars are few.The cold night wind slowly blows across the northern land.

Night Breeze is fair, it will carry the sand and dust outside the Great Wall, and leave it in every place evenly, even the famous Meridian Gate is no exception.

Although it can't stop the cold wind, the legendary land for killing officials "Outside the Meridian Gate" is not in vain. After all, there is a spirit of killing for many years here-the unknown people are not killed here, and the knife is the limit It is a sixth-rank official.

Without the sixth rank, he is not eligible to go to court, let alone be pushed out of the Meridian Gate.

"Damn weather, it's already April and a half, and it's still so cold!"

In the night wind, Feng Jingjie tightened the collar of his round-necked official uniform, shrunk his neck, and put his arms back into the wide sleeves of his robe, returning to his previous appearance of a quail sheltered from the wind.

There is no way, as the sixth-rank Zuosi Chancellor of Honglu Temple, Feng Jingjie is indeed the tail of the genuine crane in the army of the upper court... He is at the end of the line, and he lacks the surrounding walls to block the wind. To be blown through by the cold draft.

Fortunately, the time is coming.

Just as Feng Jingjie muttered to himself, there was a slight fluctuation in the line of people who had already lined up in front.At the same time, a row of lamps lit up on the Meridian Gate tower directly in front.

Against the darkness before dawn, the left and right gates under the city tower opened.

The slowly opened Yemen represents the formal opening of the early court procedure.The ancient Ming Empire woke up again at this moment and began to repeat the day-to-day administrative procedures. The slow wheels creaked and dragged along the long river of history with difficulty.

Following the long queue of civil servants, Feng Jingjie walked through the left door step by step with square steps.

Feng Jingjie is not a fat person.He is thin and thin, with a thin face and a goatee under his chin. He has the demeanor of a teacher.

Feng Jingjie is forty-five years old this year, belonging to the best years of a bureaucrat.

However, the age has come, but the position has not arrived.

In a free fish yamen like Honglu Temple, Feng Jingjie only became a Prime Minister of Zuo Si at a very old age, and there were two Shaoqing (deputy bureau) and Siqing (principal bureau) on top of him... It can only be said that the official career few.

That's it, it's a shortcut.

In fact, Feng Jingjie was not a genuine 985 Jinshi.Before he entered Honglu Temple as a low-level bureaucrat, he was just a supervisor of the son of the state.

Supervising students is a birth defect.In the Ming Dynasty, only during the founding of the country was there a shortage of officials in the imperial court, and supervisors and Jinshi were equally employed for a period of time.After that, the Jinshi army firmly occupied the mainstream official positions.Supervising students and the like can only rely on picking up leaks and working in poor areas with mixed qualifications.

Feng Jingjie is a native of Langfang, Hebei, and he is considered a young man in the suburban area of ​​Beijing.When I was studying in the Imperial College, I married the daughter of a local businessman and took root there.After that, the merchant left, and Feng Jingjie found a job in Honglu Temple.

There is a reason to go to Honglu Temple.Among the many yamen in the capital, Honglu Temple is one of the few places that can be missed.

The fringe yamen, sometimes not valued by the genuine Jinshi, has the opportunity to pick up the leak.

In the Ming Dynasty, among the 33 leaders of Honglu Temple, only [-] were Jinshi.In addition, there are six supervisors, three students, one Sheren, one Li student, and one Confucian student.

For people like Feng Jingjie with low education, Honglu Temple is a good place for the few people with low education who have a chance to get mixed up.

However, 20 years have passed, half his life has been wasted, from a young man to an old man, Feng Jingjie is still two or three steps away from his original goal.

These positions are the natural moat.In fact, this was already the end of Master Feng's career.

"call……"

Breathing out a mouthful of slightly white mist, Feng Jingjie's thoughts returned to reality from the memory - the emperor has come out, and he is about to kowtow, so he can't lose his appearance.

Before he knew it, Feng Jingjie had already followed the long queue, passed through the aisle behind the Meridian Gate, passed through the Huangji Gate, passed through the square in front of the hall, and arrived at the Jinluan Hall... At this time, it was also called the Huangji Hall forward.

After the queue was in place, everyone present, including bureaucrats, eunuchs, and imperial soldiers, held their breath and waited for about half a cup of tea.The emperor's guard of honor did not come out from the Huangji Hall until the sky became light.

Next, it was Feng Jingjie's familiar procedure: the emperor took his seat, and all the officials bowed three times.The emperor issued an oral order: Discuss the matter without courtesy.

As a veteran background board, in fact, the so-called early court has nothing to do with Feng Jingjie after the ritual-free session.

Generally speaking, when it comes to real state affairs, such as the promotion and demotion of the prime minister, such meetings will be held in a small area in the Huangji Hall, and it has nothing to do with him, a sixth-rank sesame official.

As for the rest of the items that are eligible to be moved to the early court... Honglu Temple generally does not.Even if there was, it was the Siqing or the least Qing who went to the emperor to play the right thing, and he had nothing to do with Feng Sicheng.

So, when Feng Jingjie got up and stepped back to the rear of the car he was familiar with, he rolled up his sleeves, closed his eyes slightly, looked at his nose with his eyes, watched his heart with his nose, and continued to wander in the sky.