Daming Yinghua

At dusk, Li Daniu and Wang Wenyan's two servants returned to the warehouse one after another.

Li Daniu has been squatting near the school yard of the patrol camp for the past few days, and what he discovered is that there are many more battalion soldiers with a Hebei accent.The bustard near the school grounds also confirmed his judgment on the accent.

The old bustard was very warm to Li Daniu, who had ordered girls to drink and rewarded him generously, and spoke freely like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

"Master Li, most of the father-in-laws in the palace are from Hebei. Isn't Admiral Cui's elder brother also from Hebei? Admiral Cui recruited new recruits, so he chose that place. Alas, these young military masters are very cool, and they like our girl." As a mandarin duck, the price is not returned. Unfortunately, the business was booming in the first two days, and they will not come in these few days."

After listening to Li Daniu's report, Zheng Haizhu asked, "What's the market for the private nest on the east side of the city?"

Li Daniu said: "Have a drink, beat your teeth and sing a song. It's an ordinary one, two or three dollars. If it is, if it's a fish and water game, even if it's not Miss Hong, the pillow mat costs seven or eight dollars."

Zheng Haizhu frowned: "The patrolling camp is also a camp. The salary for recruiting soldiers will not be much higher than that of the frontier army, right? The monthly ration of one or two taels of silver is very important. As for being so rich."

She turned to Wang Wenyan's two servants: "Tell Mr. Wang about this."

Wang's servant nodded in agreement.

The information they brought was similar to what Zheng Haizhu predicted.

The few brown-clothed men who committed the crime at Fahua Temple but returned home in a hurry had lunch at a small restaurant near Biaogan Hutong, and continued wandering around Fahua Temple for an hour before heading north and entering Magpie Alley outside Chongwenmen A compound in the depths.

"Ma'am, my brother and I have inquired about it. The sauce and vinegar seller at the alley said that the people in the yard and the servants seem to have a Shanxi accent, but the master's young master doesn't like pasta. He often goes to the rice store to deliver rice to that house." We didn’t dare to ask too much, so we squatted at the entrance of the alley for a while, but we didn’t see a well-dressed young gentleman coming out, so we withdrew.”

Zheng Haizhu said softly: "The two of you are good at tracking. You really shouldn't use too much force for the first time."

She rewarded Wang's family servants with money, and asked Li Daniu to take out the map of the capital city square that Wang Wenyan had given him, staring at the area between "Zhengdongfang" and "Chongbeifang", pondered for a while, and asked several of his subordinates to come over listen.

"At present, there are two respectable Eunuchs Wei in the palace. One is Wei Jinzhong, who serves the eldest son of the emperor, and the other is Wei Chao, who serves the Lord Long Live. The guest mother who tripped me was originally Wei Chao's opponent, but Recently, she had a falling out with Wei Chao and fell in love with Wei Jinzhong. Wei Chao's rank among the inner officials is not low, and a nanny likes the new and dislikes the old. She can't hold back her face. On the grounds of becoming an adult, the Ke family will be sent out of the palace."

The information Zheng Haizhu said was not entirely from the perspective of God of a future traveler, but also from Wang An's new news.

After the turmoil in the Wenhua Palace that day, Wang An took the opportunity to tell Zheng Haizhu that he should beware of Wei Jinzhong, Wei Zhongxian, Hakka's new best friend, who would take revenge on her.

At this moment, Li Daniu listened to the story of this episode, and pondered: "So, could it be this Wei Jinzhong's thug who lied about being sent by the Wei Dynasty?"

Zheng Haizhu shook his head and said: "Looking at it now, it won't happen either. Wei Jinzhong is from Hebei, how could he use a boy from Shanxi? Even if he recruits a boy from Shanxi, where did the young master in the house come from? More importantly, these For father-in-laws of high rank, most of the other houses outside the palace are near Jinggongfang in the north, because it is convenient to go to the various departments and supervisory bureaus of the inner court."

Zheng Haizhu paused, and pointed to the map: "The Magpie Alley is on the south side. It's too far to go to the Four Divisions, Eight Bureaus and Twelve Prisons in the north of the imperial city. However, it just so happened that outside the Chongwen Gate is the Shanxi Guild Hall. The location. Mr. Wang told me that Shanxi merchants have become very rich in the past few years, paying high prices and snatching this geomantic treasure from Huizhou merchants.”

Wang Wenyan's servant, who is also from Huizhou, nodded when he heard that, "Yes, yes, I remembered, my master said that the man who built the Shanxi Guild Hall was named Fan, and his name was Fan, Fan..."

Another servant continued, "It's called Fan Yongdou."

Zheng Haizhu's hand froze.

Fan Yongdou...

The Fan family, one of the famous eight Shanxi merchants, together with the other seven Shanxi merchants, worked in Zhangjiakou, a large wharf connecting Mongolia, Manchuria, and Han in the late Ming Dynasty. Self-interest is paramount, and they were transferred by Mongolians or directly smuggled. , sending military supplies and daily necessities to the Nurhachi regime of Houjin, which greatly enhanced the national power of Houjin.

After the establishment of the Qing Dynasty, in order to thank these "traitors in the late Ming Dynasty", the ruler issued a special edict saying: The kings of Jin, Jin, Fan, Wang, Liang, Tian, ​​Zhai, and Huang sent people to come to Liaozuo from Longxing in this dynasty. Those who trade in the market are all the masters of the eight families, and they are named the eight imperial merchants who belong to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Among them, Fan Yongdou was appointed by the Aixinjueluo family to preside over the empire's trade affairs.

"Ma'am, isn't the one who gave medicine to the son of Liu Qiao and Liu Dudu's family also a Shanxi doctor?" Li Daniu said in a reminding tone.

"That's right." Zheng Haizhu looked away from the map and turned to Wang Wenyan's two servants. "You all report to Mr. Wang about what you have learned today. In the next few days, I will ask Mr. Wang to change his face and continue to work." Go to Xique Alley and watch to see how the young master who loves to eat rice is doing anything. I will ask Liu Dudu to find out whether the owner of the house is the father-in-law or a Jin merchant."

……

At sunset, Fan Wencheng lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked around when the carriage passed the South Patrol Hall.

He thought of Fushun a few years ago, and when he was reading at night with candles, the sound of gunfire and screams came from the direction of the Confucian Temple.

That night, the killing of the Jurchens disguised as merchants by the Fushun defenders was only the prelude to the hearty victory of the Ming army the next day.

Fan Wencheng clearly remembered that another [-] hours later, outside Fushun City, the Ming soldiers of different origins and numbers counted the heads of the Tartars and recorded their military achievements, and then began to celebrate with wine and meat.

No, he should not use the title "Tarzi" now.

Because, Tartar, has become his master.

Fan Wencheng started to lose focus as he stared at the street scene in Beijing.

If he hadn't failed in the Shenyang examination soon, how could he, Fan Wencheng, the descendant of Fan Zhongyan, a famous official of the Song Dynasty, have voted for the Hou Jin?

Under the bewitching of those secret solicitors in Houjin, Fan Wencheng, who made an impulsive choice, never regretted his choice when he came to Nurhachi and Huang Taiji.

So what if they are Han people, and what about the descendants of Han people's virtuous ministers.

The Ming Empire could not give him the glory and wealth, but the Ming Lord of a foreign race could give it to him.

Aren't they all "Ming"?
Since ancient times, scholars have learned literary and martial arts, and bought them in the emperor's family, regardless of whether it is the emperor of the Han people or the emperor of the Jurchens.

At the corner of Fan Wencheng's mouth, there was a smile that he didn't know whether it was irony or excitement.

He put down the car curtain, took off the soft straight jacket on his body, and changed into the common clothes and trousers commonly seen by traffickers and pawns in the capital.

The carriage turned around Fahua Temple, Fan Wencheng got out of the carriage, lowered his head, and walked quickly into the alley.

"Your Highness, the ten thousand taels of silver from Jindi has come to the capital. Master Sibeile has said that it will be given to His Highness as a reward." Fan Wencheng said to the man who was sipping Blue Snow Tea.

Zhu Ganjue smiled: "You set aside 1000 taels first, you have to reward people, don't you? Besides, my subordinates often want to borrow your yard to live in, and bother you to eat."