Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 285 Taking office

Early the next morning, Jia Cong led his soldiers and took office.

Exiting Ningrong Street and heading south along Gangwa Street, we found Nanzhen Fusi Yamen at Guiyifang in the southwest corner of the inner city, Baihu Temple Street and the Yuema Bridge.

Along the way, Jia Cong was quite excited. After all, he had watched some movies, TV series and time-travel novels in his previous life, and he had long been fascinated by such a mysterious power organization as Jinyiwei.

Although I don't know much about it, I still know about the two most important departments with real power in Jinyiwei, the North and South Town Fusi. The most common saying is that the North Town Fusi is external, and the South Town Fusi is internal.

In other words, no matter how powerful Beizhen Fusi is, he must still be under the control of Nanzhen Fusi. It seems that His Majesty has placed high hopes on himself, and he arranged such a powerful position as soon as he came back.

Jia Cong wears a gold crown with phoenix wings and a hairpin on his head, a unicorn suit, a jade belt around his waist, and a BMW on his crotch. He is full of ambition and thinking about what he will say when he meets his subordinates later.

"Third Master, we're here." Yan Shuangying said, he had already sent someone to visit the place yesterday.

Jia Cong looked at the crowd of vendors and passers-by at the gate of Nansi, shouting and shouting, and said with a smile: "I often hear people say that Zhenfusi Yamen should not be approached by strangers. This shows that the rumors are not credible. Our Nanzhenfusi is very friendly to the people, very good, very good , just need to be grounded.”

"That's what the third master said."

Jia Cong drove his horse slowly to the door of the yamen. He saw a pair of tall beasts squatting in front of the door, looking fierce and majestic. On the door hung a large ebony plaque with red paint and several large characters painted with silver hooks and iron: Nanzhen Fusi Yamen .

The door was open, and it was quiet inside. There was no one around, except for a few old soldiers sweeping snow in the yard.

Jia Cong frowned. Could it be that they all went out to handle the case? You should leave a few people to guard the door.

Jia Cong picked up the reins and led the men straight in.

Hearing the sound at the door, a middle-aged man came out of the duty room next to him. He had an ordinary appearance and bright eyes. He was wearing a black flying fish suit and white-soled green boots.

The man glanced at Jia Cong, hurriedly came over and knelt on the ground, clasped his fists and said: "I have a humble job and am responsible for inspecting Qianhu Fangji. See you uncle."

Jia Cong hummed, got off his horse, and walked inside.

Fang Ji hurriedly followed and introduced: "Uncle, this is the front yard. Inside is the lobby of our Nansi. The next two steps are the prison, and the last step is the warehouse."

Jia Cong walked along the way, deserted and deserted, not like a powerful government office, and secretly screamed that something was wrong.

There is also a plaque hanging in the main hall that reads: The law will not tolerate mercy.

There is also a couplet hanging on the pillars on both sides: I will wait for the strong prisoners with my sword, but you will touch the sword and listen to the thunder. The writing style is sharp and domineering.

But at this time, it seems more like a satire.

There is not even a single ghost in such a big yamen, yet there is a ruthless knife and a ruthless prisoner.

Jia Cong glanced at Fang Ji and walked in. The prison was empty and the warehouse was empty. The entire yamen is an empty shell.

Jia Cong snorted coldly, with a livid face, and returned to the lobby to sit down. The soldiers lined up on both sides and shouted: "What's going on? Where are the people?"

Fang Ji stood in the hall, calmly, and said with cupped hands: "Your Majesty, the Fusi Yamen in Nanzhen has been in decline for a long time. Now there are only low-level officials and a few old sweepers watching in the Yamen, and all the people have fled. "

Jia Cong was taken aback and changed his expression: "Why?!"

Fang Ji smiled bitterly and said: "The inside story here is of great importance. Please stand aside and report in detail."

Jia Cong frowned and said, "But it doesn't matter. They are all my personal soldiers. They will follow me from birth to death. There is no need to hide anything big."

The soldiers' hearts warmed up and their bodies straightened up.

"Yes. The thing is like this. Before Jin Shang ascended the throne, the Northern and Southern Zhenfu Divisions were divided. Since the first year of Xifeng, Jin Shang appointed a new Nan Zhen Fu Division, and the situation of our Southern Division has become more and more difficult day by day. .”

"Why is this?" Jia Cong frowned.

"Just because the Southern Division was established to supervise the Northern Division, the appointment of a new envoy to the town is self-evident. It's just that the big shots in Jinyiwei are all... promoted by that person himself.

Therefore, Jinyiwei, like Dongchang, only takes orders from Ningshou Palace. All important matters must be reported to Ningshou Palace first, and then to the Palace of Nourishing Heart. "Fang Ji lowered his voice.

Jia Cong was horrified. This involved the fight between the emperor and the emperor. Ningshou Palace was where the emperor spent his old age after abdicating the throne.

"Go on." Jia Cong swallowed. This seat was not easy to sit in.

"Beizhen Fusi is the key point of the Jinyi Guards, the minions of Ningshou Palace, and has great wealth and power. How can he give up when he sees Nansi turning to the present? In addition, the commanding officer secretly helped, and in a few years, Nanzhen Fusi was killed After strangulation, only the empty shell remains." Fang Ji said in a sad tone.

"How to strangle?" Jia Cong asked.

"Three tricks are enough. The first is not to allocate money and food. The commander Wan Jin and the Northern Governor Tang Yanhang worked together to reduce the money and food allocation for the Southern Division year by year. At first, only 70% or 80% was allocated, and later it was even less than half. In the past two years, In three years, I haven't seen a penny.

When asked, he only said that neither the Ministry of Revenue nor the Ministry of Internal Affairs had any money to allocate, and everyone was living a hard life, but everyone in Beisi was very fat.

Second, poach people on a large scale. They poached all the elite soldiers and generals of Nansi who had some qualifications, cutting off the foundation of Nansi, so that even if Nansi wanted to do something, no one could use it.

Third, murder the superior. To be honest, uncle, you are the fourth envoy of Nanzhen in the Xifeng Dynasty. "

Jia Cong was startled and said, "Where are the first three?"

"Death suddenly." Fang Ji sighed.

"Your Majesty, you don't care?" Jia Cong lost his voice. Beizhen Fusi was too courageous. He dared to openly assassinate the imperial official? He even killed three in a row.

Fang Jidao: "Your Majesty is naturally furious, but there is no real evidence, and it hinders the dignity of Ningshou Palace. The case can only be closed hastily because of illness."

"You bastard! You're so brave!" Jia Cong stood up with a bang on the table and glanced sideways at Fang Ji.

He sneered and said: "You, the dignified Nanzhen Fusi, can't even protect the chief officer. Three people killed you in a row. You are considered extremely incompetent. What use does His Majesty want you to do?"

"My uncle is right." Fang Ji knelt down to plead guilty and said: "The chief officer suffered accidents one after another. We regret it day and night and wish we could take our own lives. But things happen for a reason and cannot be forced by human power."

"what reason?"

"The first three governors all happened in the past three or four years, and two of them died in the year before last. In fact, under the pressure of the commander and the Northern Division, the Southern Division was already in dire straits, and most of its elites were lost. , and they are all familiar with the operations of Nansi.

The lower-level captains and warriors did not receive salaries all year round and had to work with others to support their families. Many people simply stopped coming.

At the worst time, even the governor could not gather ten escorts. How could safety be guaranteed? The last governor, the governor, simply hid at home and worked, neither going out nor sitting in the office, so it was still inevitable that someone would plot against him... Alas. "Fang Ji sighed.

Oh shit! Jia Cong cursed secretly, thinking it was a fat job, but he didn't expect it to be such a mess! After all, I am a meritorious minister, so why do I do such a stupid thing?

"How many old Chen people are there in our company now? I'm talking about the capable ones." Jia Cong said solemnly. Fang Ji said: "There are still twenty or thirty brothers with strong bones. They would rather live a hard life than work as dogs in Beisi."

"Come here immediately, I want to see you."

"Yes." Fang Ji hurriedly went out and ordered the old soldiers to call for help.

Jia Cong waited for a long time, but didn't see any ghosts, and he became impatient.

"My lord, please have tea." Fang Ji poured tea for Jia Cong diligently, "You come from a wealthy family, have a distinguished title, and are His Majesty's favorite. With you here, our brothers have a backbone."

"Drink!" Jia Cong rolled his eyes at him.

"I've been drinking for an hour and I haven't seen anyone yet! I mean, Fang Ji, your Nansi is so fucking bad. To put it bluntly, do you call this thing tea? When did you call it tea? Go to my house and taste the tea that my servants drink."

"Yes, yes, uncle is scolding me for being incompetent and unworthy of the Holy One."

"It's not your fault. After all, you are just a thousand households. The previous few governors are really nonsense. They can't get money, everyone can't get it, and they are killed. Why did the Holy Spirit entrust such trash to them? Heavy responsibility? Die well, die well."

Fang Ji smiled bitterly and said: "My uncle is right. The truth is that the Holy Emperor ascended the throne not long ago, and there were not many people with him. As long as there is some basic family background, who will come to Nanzhen Fusi?"

Damn it, I have no foundation or family background, so I was sent to do this hard job, Jia Cong cursed secretly.

"coming."

Suddenly, I heard dense footsteps outside the hall, and twenty or thirty people walked into the lobby.

"I, the humble minister, pay my respects to the governor."

Poof, Jia Cong took a sip of tea and sprayed it on Fang Ji's face. He looked at the strangely dressed people kneeling in the hall and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Is this the remaining backbone of Nansi?

Fang Ji wiped the tea from his face and said hurriedly: "You still haven't reported your family status to me."

"Oh. I have a humble job, Zhou Wei, and I am responsible for the punishment of thousands of households in Nanzhen Fusi. Now I am working as a jailer in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. Mr. Lao, I will take care of you. I can live a decent life. Hehe." A tall man in jailer's clothes said with his hands.

"I have a humble position, Qiao Yin. I am responsible for thousands of Tiqi families in the southern town of Fusiti, that is, I am in charge of thousands of soldiers. All of the Tiqi people have escaped. I am currently watching the casino in Changle Casino. You can come and have fun when you are free. I will take care of you properly." A big man in fine clothes with a fierce expression raised his hands and said.

"Wen Zhen, in his humble position, has been responsible for thousands of households in Nanzhen Fusi. Now he is the shopkeeper of Zuixian Tower. Thanks to the care of the Immortal Wine Shop, the business of the restaurant is good, and the monthly salary of his humble position is also generous." A thin old man cupped his hands and smiled. road.

Although Jia Cong was mentally prepared, facing this situation, he couldn't help but almost fainted from anger. He looked at Fang Jida and said, "They all found other ways to make a living. What kind of job do you have?"

Fang Ji cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, I have found a position as the third leader of the Ax Gang in the city. I am responsible for loan sharking, surrendering and observing the situation, and barely living a living."

The other three big thousand households laughed and said: "Old Fang, you are too humble. You are doing better, you have money, there are people below, and there is no one above to take care of it, even if you give it to a god, you won't change it."

Jia Cong pressed his chest, fearing that a mouthful of old blood would spurt out. He felt dizzy in his head. He looked at the people in the hall, not bothering to listen to what they said one by one. He pointed at a tall man with a tall chest and belly, wearing a white cloth robe. , a big man covered in blood, said: "What do you do?"

"My lord, I am humble and fierce, and I am a subordinate of hundreds of thousands of households. Now I am killing pigs outside the city. It is not a problem to kill a hundred pigs a day."

"What about you?"

"My lord, Wu De, who holds a humble position, once served as a subordinate to hundreds of households in Fang Qian. Now he is a man on the street, selling his children, daughters, houses, land, and all kinds of goods from the north and the south. There are many ways to do such a humble job." A tall and thin man. The man cupped his hands and said.

Jia Cong then pointed at a man wearing a military uniform and covered in mud, and said, "What do you do?"

"Your Majesty, Sun Bei is in a humble position. He was serving as a tester for hundreds of households under the command of Qiao Qianhu. Now he has a team of soldiers and horses from the five cities. He was just leading people to clear the ditch, so he made a dirty sound. Please forgive me."

Jia Cong pointed at a wretched and thin little man.

"Your Excellency, Wei Bao, who has a humble position and serves hundreds of families under his command, is now a big teapot in Baihua Building. A few years ago, I saw your Excellency dueling with a certain martial artist in the building. He was majestic and majestic. I have admired him for a long time. I saw you today. I'm lucky in three lifetimes."

Boom... Jia Cong fell into his chair, pointing tremblingly downward, unable to say a word.

A hundred dignified Jinyiwei families actually went to a brothel to work as turtles!

Wei Bao raised his eyebrows, smiled obscenely, and said, "Being in a humble position also comes with a lower level of affection."

"Say." Jia Cong squeezed out a word through his teeth.

Wei Bao seemed unaware and said with a smile: "According to many years of observation in my humble position, Master Lanwei, the oiran of Baihualou and one of the top four leaders in Shenjing, has been secretly attracted to you for a long time.

Hey, if you have some free time, you can go there for a while, maybe you can hug the beauty back home. This matter is absolutely true. I dare to use my head as a guarantee for my humble position. "

Jia Cong's vision went dark.

Fang Ji saw that Jia Cong was so angry that he was so angry that he yelled: "You bastard, what are you talking about in court?"

Wei Bao hurriedly handed over his hands to plead guilty: "I was short-tempered in my humble position, so please forgive me. I also ask Fang Qianhu to forgive me. I am humble in my position and engaged in a lowly career, which has brought shame on you."

Fang Ji waved his hand and said: "Hey, we are all doing things for the people. We don't steal or rob. There is no distinction between high and low."

Everyone laughed together and said: "What Lao Fang (Fang Qianhu) said is absolutely true."

Jia Cong's enthusiasm had long since dissipated. He glanced at everyone, took a deep breath, suppressed the fire in his heart, and sneered: "Okay, I won't ask any more questions. It can be seen that you all have a professional background in art." "How can I, my lord, be so virtuous as to lead you all?"

Everyone hurriedly clasped their hands and said, "Your Excellency, I am too embarrassed to deserve your compliments. I just want to make ends meet, so I hope you will take care of me."

"You...fuck me, I will go to the palace to meet the Holy Spirit and resign from this job. Please take care of yourself." Jia Cong slammed the tea bowl on the ground, flicked his cloak, and left angrily.

Watching Jia Cong and others leave, everyone looked at Fang Ji and whispered: "Old Fang, have we passed? After all, the Governor is still a child."

Fang Ji smiled and said: "Where did it go? Aren't you the prison chief? Aren't you a pig butcher? Aren't you a turtle? Aren't you a thug? Let's tell the truth, what's wrong?"

"That's what you say, but it's always easy to say but not easy to hear."

"Alas, we are really forced by the situation. Finally, a man of high birth, high title, and the Sacred Heart came to our aid. It's better to encourage him than to invite him."

"What if Your Majesty approves your resignation?"

"I was appointed yesterday, and now I am resigning. How is it unreasonable?" Fang Ji said with a smile.

"That makes sense!" Everyone laughed.

(End of this chapter)