Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 743 Rescue the Chief Hauge
When even the most inferior Jianzhou Jurchen moved from Shengjing, they could get a house in the inner city, and Oboi was really miserable. Not to mention the house in the inner city, even the Manchus guaranteed their living. There is no hard-core crops for one tael of silver a month, and they can only live in a broken courtyard in the outer city. They are penniless and rely on help from others to survive.

However, after all, Oboi used to be Meile Erzhen of the Yellow Banner, and he was born in the Guerjia family of the eight major surnames in Manchuria. Old Manchuria is not like Huaxia, where there are so many high-ranking families in the south, north, and south. The power circulates among the few core families. On the Internet, they intermarry and marry each other, and their internal connections are intricate. If you really want to do something, Oboi still has great potential.

Especially with the silver support from some unknown forces!
The stronghold in the capital had been covered for a long time, that is, the fat man who persuaded Oboi to turn his back on him last time, and the Shanxi great businessman Shi Daxuan used the cover of selling goods. At dusk, Song Yongzhong and his party checked into the Shi family's inconspicuous inn. Not far from the inn, there is a small tavern facing the street, even in the middle of the night, the lights are still on.

Dorgon was obviously on guard against Oboi, and sent people to follow and monitor him, but there were policies and countermeasures, and he followed Oboi, a lost man, every day, watching him drunk and crazy everywhere, even those from the Ministry of Internal Affairs The coating is also crooked, half a street away from this small restaurant, and in another rather large restaurant, three men in brocade sash jade are having a good time drinking and talking, and the dishes on the table are messed up, only occasionally, He glanced at the tavern disdainfully, looked at the guy lying on the table and sleeping soundly while drinking low-quality wine, and snorted with a sneer.

They used to be slaves in coats, and they are still slaves in coats now, but before seeing Oboi kneel down and kowtow to call him master, but now he is a master from a distance, the three slaves were full of the meaning of a villain's success, and then sat in the restaurant Li talked a lot.

However, if anyone among them is a little bit vigilant, follow up and look, you will be shocked to find that what fell on the table was just a watermelon with a crumpled dress on it. At this time, Oboi was already in the Under the cover of the shadow, it appeared in the basement under the bunk of the small inn opposite.

"This is Lord Song Yongzhong, the leader of the front-running army, the lieutenant general, and the commander's most trusted confidant."

A solitary lamp swayed a few gray faces in the darkness. The candlelight flickered, and the faces of the people illuminated were not clear, and the shadows danced on the faces, like demons with teeth and claws, showing their cruel eyes in the pupils of people from time to time. Smiling, he cautiously glanced at the top of the ladder to make sure that no one was overhearing, before Fatty Shi cautiously introduced.

But for Song Qingshu's cronies and high-ranking officials of the Ming regime, this Oboi still maintained a barbaric disdain, he just shook his messy beard and nodded, snorting coldly, as a greeting.

For this person, Song Yongzhong did some research, but he didn't take it seriously, he put his hands on the table straight to the point, bent down to look at the two and asked.

"I came here this time to rescue my old friend of the Marshal, Prince Su Hauge, who was framed by Dorgon. You guys have been in the capital for a long time. If you have any suggestions for the current mission, let's talk about it." !"

"General Hui Song, it has been found out that Mr. Hauge was imprisoned in the House of Internal Affairs of the Forbidden City, which belonged to the imperial prison of the former Jinyiwei. The yellow belt of the clan who made mistakes, but this place is heavily guarded, it is really not easy to break in and bring people out."

Bring it up~ At this point, Fatty Shi couldn't help showing embarrassment on his face.

It is naturally impossible to have any respect for Song Yongzhong, but when it comes to this, Aobai embraced his thick arms with an ugly face.

"We old Manchus are very loyal, unlike you Han people who are ungrateful, despicable and shameless. In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the supervisor A Linbao used to work under the master's hand. Although he was later transferred to Zhengbaiqi, he still has some respect for the master. Sincerely, through him, I can visit my master one or two and send some things, but it is still too difficult for the Ministry of Internal Affairs to bring people out, and the people patrolling there are our old Manchurian Zhengbai Banner Frontier Battalion, although Dorgon They are shameless bastards, but their methods are resounding."

"Alinbao took us 2 taels, and also took in those North Korean concubines, and set up a few farms on the Shandong side. Once exposed, he will be finished. This person was dragged into the water by us, and he is still reliable. .”

Fatty Shi added next to him, making Oboi, who just boasted about the loyalty of his master and servant, show a look of embarrassment, but this year he is used to the cruelty of the world, not to mention that even some members of the Guerjia clan looked at him coldly That's right, even many coat-coated servants who were not worthy to carry his boots even dared to roll their eyes and bark their teeth at him, the magic power of silver, even Oboi was speechless.

Not to mention, the 2 taels of silver is really worth it, not only Fatty Shi, but Oboi once sent someone in to contact him, sent some clothes, food, medicine, etc. to Haoge, and even drew a map of the Imperial Prison of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After coming out, Song Yongzhong couldn't help raising his brows as he looked at the secret posts of the barracks layer upon layer in the deep courtyard.

To say that the strength of the Xuanfeng army is not in vain. In the southern capital of Poni, there were also a dozen Xuanfeng troops who went deep into the opponent's palace under his leadership and plundered the king. However, this is the capital after all, the headquarters of the Qing Dynasty. There are at least 30 million Jianzhou Jurchens living in the inner city, and there is a long way to go before fleeing to Shandong. Song Yongzhong has no idea whether he can take Hauge out.

Moreover, Jiannu's strength is indeed worthy of vigilance, otherwise, he would not have beaten the huge Ming Dynasty to the ground. He has been defeated repeatedly and almost lost most of the strategic decisive battles. It is not comparable to the natives of Nanzhou. Hard ones are not acceptable.

"There may be gaps in the transfer of the forward battalion, but what opportunities can we take advantage of!"

"Report to General Song, no!"

The rulers of the Qing Dynasty paid great attention to the eunuchs' interference in politics in the Ming Dynasty. First, they abolished the Twelve Supervisors and Eunuchs Authority in the Ming Dynasty, and immediately established the Ministry of Internal Affairs, transferring most of the work that originally belonged to the eunuchs to the eunuchs. The coated minions belonging to the Shangsanqi.

In the palace dramas of the later generations, which nobleman wants to eat some rare things at every turn, and the emperor's wedding, draft girls, are all undertaken by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Cao Xueqin, the author of "Dream of Red Mansions", belongs to the family of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Jiangning Weaving. This place can be regarded as belonging to the imperial palace. An important part of it, the defense is strict, and there are no dead ends, so it should be taken for granted.

What's more, the Ministry of Internal Affairs still needs to order the prison to rescue the important criminals of the court.

Song Qingshu only asked about the result, and didn't care about the process when he came again. Although he had made some plans before coming here, facing the map with first-hand information, Song Yongzhong still frowned, pondered hard, and muttered a few key words repeatedly.

"Zhengbaiqi! Department of Internal Affairs! Hauge! Qianfeng Battalion! Zhengbaiqi..."

Aobai simply didn't move his head, and just stared at Song Yongzhong with a pair of bull eyes the size of copper bells. Fatty Shi on the other end was a qualified intelligence officer, but it was almost too late for him to make big decisions. He also stared at Song Yongzhong with an air of not daring to breathe. For a while, the small and stuffy basement fell into a dead silence.

This picture is of the House of Internal Affairs located on the right wing of Xihuamen, but the painter probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even a small part of some other buildings outside the Forbidden City. On the edge of the map, a rather strange building unconsciously entered Song Yongzhong's eyes, he seems to have seen this appearance somewhere, but he is not sure.

"Where is this?"

In the chaos, Song Yongzhong subconsciously put his fingers there, poked his head over to take a look, but it was Oboi who snorted disdainfully.

"The Western temple of the Westerners enshrines Admiral Jesus. Recently, Dorgon has become more and more of a jerk. Instead of worshiping his ancestors and gods, he believes in these foreigners and orders the Ministry of Internal Affairs to allocate money everywhere. Build this foreign temple, let those foreign devils who look like monsters go around to confuse people's hearts, this bastard who has forgotten his ancestors, God will punish him sooner or later!"

The Catholic Alliance, headed by Spain, concluded an alliance with Ming. The Protestant countries whose interests were damaged in the Far East extended their tentacles to India to compete with Ming. On the other hand, the Manchu Empire, which was hostile to Ming, naturally became theirs. The goal.

In this regard, Song Qingshu's information is indeed lagging behind. Through Japan, North Korea and other routes, many missionaries, mercenaries and envoys from Western Protestant countries settled in the capital, and began to use the same Western technology to help Dorgon. Against Song Qingshu.

Like later generations in the late Qing Dynasty, these Westerners took root in the local area, and the means of obtaining privileges were similar. First, they built churches, and then gathered church members to form forces to fight against the local government.

But as soon as this church was mentioned, Song Yongzhong suddenly couldn't help flashing a flash of inspiration in his mind, and turned around to search in the package he was carrying.

A copy of "Yingtian Daily" that was written five months ago to pass the boring time was opened under the eyes of Fatty Shi and Oboi's puzzled eyes. up.

After a while, a rather small title came into Song Yongzhong's eyes. Seeing the few words under the title and the red circle he drew at that time, a sinister smile began to appear on Song Yongzhong's tough and angular face superior.

"The capital is too quiet, it's time to have some fun for it!"

(End of this chapter)