In December of the first year of Chongzhen, after a droughtless summer, it was a cold and cold winter. The only light snow that had been falling before made people feel happy when they entered the winter, melting ice sliver under the eaves of each household was like an upside-down sword, emitting a pale light in the rising sun, making people worried that they would fall down at any time and pierce the innocent people walking below.

A few naughty boys were playful, poked them with a stick, picked them up, put them in their mouths and chewed them with a crunch, and made innocent laughs, bringing a hint of vitality to this dilapidated and dirty Beijing city.

On the particularly cold street, the soldiers of the five cities' military personnel can bring in a few trucks of frozen refugees to the Xishan Huarenfu in the morning, and then dump their ashes into the wild. Perhaps, this wild area will be more fertile next year.

Most of these frozen refugees came from the northwest.

The drought in the northwest has been formed in the fifth year of the Tianqi period. According to these refugees, it has not rained down in the Yulin Ansai for two years. The new emperor ascended the throne and did not move the world and relieve the disaster. Instead, officials from all over the country concealed the disaster in order to express their merits to the new emperor. Not only did they not provide relief and tax exemption, but they increased their money and grain, but also forced the original arrears. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are cruelly staged in the northwest.

Such natural disasters and man-made disasters have allowed the people in the northwest, whether they have land or no land, to take their families and follow their families, regardless of the interception of local officials and cruel officials, to go through a lot of hardships to find a way out for the imperial capital under the feet of the emperor.

As a result, they did not survive in the end and died of starvation on this street full of rich families.

Dodging away from a carriage pulling the body, Zhao Xing wore a flying fish suit, stepped on the embroidered spring knife, and lowered his head and entered the door of the Cross Bridge Restaurant.

According to the meal, he came early and there were no diners in the restaurant. He looked at the busy cleaning guys, the shopkeepers who were settled the scores. The guys nodded and bowed, and Zhao Xing smiled and nodded in return for the greeting. However, the shopkeepers just nodded to Zhao Xing lukewarmly as saying hello, and still kept him and Zhao Xing from leaving.

Zhao Xing was an easy-going person. While greeting everyone, he walked to his own exclusive table for the Jinyiwei in the corner, and then leaned against the embroidered spring knife and sat on the chair. He bowed to Xiufen, who brought the tea, and nodded: "Thank you." Then, he began his duty as the Jinyiwei in the day.

The pretty and free Xiufen poured tea for Zhao Xing openly, and then said with a smile: "You drink to warm up first, and call me when it is cold." Then she smiled at Zhao Xing'er and went busy with the preparations before opening.

Zhao Xing drank hot tea, squinted his eyes and looked at the situation in the lobby, and started a dull and boring job after traveling through two years ago.

Zhao Xing is the small banner of the Jinyiwei. This position was inherited by the cheap father of the era when he passed away according to the rules. Because it was a successor position, he could not favor the general households, and he did not gain real power in the Jinyiwei, let alone allocating subordinates, so he let Zhao Xing be a lieutenant to do the work.

Sitting on duty is the least powerful among the Jinyiwei. Because of the single goal, the yamen arranged by the yamen and the shops above the medium are familiar with them, so it is difficult to start extorting them.

Besides, let alone letting go of the yamen, these days, there are only a few middle-class and above shops, except for this one, almost all the families of officials and gentry support. A lower-level Jinyiwei really can't afford to offend.

So, Zhao Xing's current status is not as good as a strong man who can find some extra money on the street. He just sits here every day, drinking tea boredly to monitor the movements of merchants from the restaurant, and hear what they have to do with taboos.

Of course, according to Zhao Xing's character, no matter how he cares about himself, he does not need to be responsible for him. He makes a fool of himself and makes some extra money. There is no need to do such a loss. As long as he pays a fixed-quota example money for this restaurant every month, he will be peaceful and life is very leisurely.

In particular, Zhao Xing adhered to the temperament of a spectator and based on the principle of being kind to others, he did not give this good opportunity to blackmail the store at any time. He made his own pockets rich and became rich. Instead, he helped the store from time to time and drove away the gangsters who bought the players, and was deeply favored by the store.

But the so-called store owner is just two people. One is the owner of a fifty-something, who is standing behind the counter and making plans. The other is Xiufen, the daughter who is squeaking and directing the clerk to clean up her body. As the clerk, she is busy inside and outside.

For this restaurant that is quite good, Zhao Xing just keeps his duties. He just gives himself a lunch and a pot of bad wine at noon, and does not allow himself to come out to work and bring his own lunch box.

At this time, Chongzhen was still consuming Wei Zhongxian's foundation, who was forced to death by him, and his finances were not in a state of embarrassment, and he could not pay his own salary to his own army. In addition, the Jinyiwei was using the power of tigers to carry some wild food, and his monthly salary was not short of the income of the share income was evenly distributed by the level, so Zhao Xing was satisfied. His family was just an old lady, a little sister, and a puppy picked up by his sister, and he couldn't spend much. In addition, my mother was strong and didn't want to become a person everyone scolded, so the burden was not heavy.

Before the store arrived, there was no secret or ill-hearted person. Of course, even if there were ill-hearted persons, no one would say it in front of this plague god, and everyone was not stupid.

Zhao Xing held the teacup and crossed his legs through the open shop door, looking at the increasingly dense crowds on the street outside the door, watching the camel guests coming in from Zhengyang Gate passing by the door, listening to the melodious and crisp camel bells, and savoring the slow pace of ancient life.

About an hour later, diners began to come to the door. Zhao Xing was drinking tea when the door darkened and he gave a careless order: "Little ones, wait outside the door and show the majesty of our most dandy in the capital. When you see the noble children, no matter what the reason is, just beat them, don't lose your face."

Gao Sheng looked up at the guest. He quickly threw down his abacus in his hand, ran over, hit a thousand feet with one leg, and smiled flatteringly at the guest who claimed to be the number one playboy in the capital, saying hello with a flattering smile: "Hello, Prince, today--"

The playboy said carelessly: "Get up, the old rules, come up at noon and deduct it from the money I have left here after eating."

Gao Sheng nodded repeatedly: "The little one knows, the little one knows."

Zhao Xing smiled helplessly. The most difficult and tough person in the capital who was actually the most rule-abiding in the capital, was here again today.

Sure enough, he kept walking directly to Zhao Xing, pulled the chair opposite, and sat down with a golden knife, making the chair under his butt creaked in pain. Zhang Zhiji, the British prince of the capital, seemed to enjoy this weight and sound very much. He also twisted his butt a few times to make himself more comfortable to sit. After moaning even more painfully, he lay on the table, leaned on his hand on his fat cheek, and looked at Zhao Xing's calm eyes in a daze. After a while, he suddenly shouted in surprise: "Ha, Brother Xing, your good days are over, you are in trouble."

Zhao Xing was not surprised at the shock of this photo, but he still squinted his eyes and said lightly: "I didn't find any other noble children to fight today, but I talked to me about the good or bad life. I really suspect that the self-deprecating trick you and your father played for the emperor, and that you were too fake. Let's say, what inside information is revealed?" Then, before the fat man started speaking, he pointed to the four big words "Don't talk about state affairs" on the wall with his chin: "Although you have different identities, it's better not to say anything about the affairs in the palace and the military camp. Otherwise, my Royal Family Military Embroidered Uniform Guard will do my best to take on people."

The little fat man shouted again: "Come on, my father is the British Duke, I am the garrison of the Beijing Camp--"

"It's a job post." Zhao Xing said lightly.

The little fat man just started to do it, "You are also a garrison, and it is higher than you." The little fat man retorted, then took the hot tea sent by Xiufen, and followed Zhao Xingxue to say thank you easily, and then continued to squeeze Zhao Xing: "You said, you are a small flag that is not popular, and you have no subordinates, and you have only one bare. What about you, how dare you deal with me?"

Zhao Xing replied calmly: "The Jinyiwei, the guard is in charge of the straight guard, the emperor has the power to arrest the police, and he is at the third level of the official position. According to this calculation, now when I face you, I am already the commander of the Beijing camp. Do you think I can arrest you?"

The fat man was choked and almost vomited blood.

Not to mention, people are right. Although the power of the Jinyiwei is not as arrogant as that of Wei Zhongxian's era, the lean camel is bigger than that of the horse. Except for those who are really upright, they really dare to take it. Now, from civil servants and generals to peddlers and pawns, when they see Jinyiwei, they are like mice like cats, and when they hear their unique words: "The Jinyiwei is doing the job." They immediately want to find a hole to get into it.

The little fat man was very careful, but he laughed happily: "Okay, brother today, I will be in a hurry for you. But you remember, it's only one day. I'll hurry up tomorrow, haha, you won't dare to be rude in front of me anymore."

Hearing this, he raised some interest in Zhao Xing: "Why, the British Duke who has the power of dragon, has removed my Jinyiwei's errand in order not to let his precious son be angry with me, the little Jinyiwei's errand?" Then he smiled faintly, moved his butt, so that he could sit more comfortably, smiled at Xiufen, who was pouring water, and continued to criticize him: "Don't he feel embarrassed when he is a British Duke who is angry with a small flag?"

The little fat man knocked on the table happily and almost overturned Xiufen's tea, while holding his fat butt, laughing: "Thank you, I'm sorry Sister Xiufen. Not only did you cut off, but even the eunuchs from all over the country, the Jinyiwei Army and the Jinyiwei East Factory were cut off. Wait tomorrow, tomorrow you will be a civilian in a civilian." Then he held his small shoulders even more proudly, and smiled quackly.

The little fat man is the only son of the British Duke. For their siblings, the old Duke did not re-enter the strings or take concubines after his wife passed away, for fear that their siblings would suffer grievances, and they were dear. The news he said was absolutely impossible to be wrong. His voice was loud, which made everyone in the store stunned for a moment, and then quietly sighed in a complicated mood.

As the Jinyiwei became more and more powerful, several generations of commanders were domineering, so their reputation became terrible. However, in other words, it was terrible among the ranks of literati and officials.

For example, if Zhao Xing is not a plague god in the place where he is on duty, he will not count. If there are no red envelopes to offer him from time to time, it will be the beginning of the disaster.

However, the true reputation of the Jinyiwei is in the hearts of the people and among the people, not as bad as described in later film and television dramas. The reason is that the Jinyiwei rarely fails to get over the people without any oil.

They mainly deal with those officials and businesses that rely on the family of officials who only earn money and grain. They dare not say that in later generations, but at least in this era, there were many corrupt officials and cruel officials. They killed all the officials of the Ming Dynasty, including those Donglin Party members who claimed to be gentlemen, with one-size-fits-all measures. It is probably only one or two of them that were wronged. That's true, they are also the mortal enemies of the people.

The people are incompetent in dealing with corrupt officials, but they are happy to see the people who oppress themselves be disposed of by the Jinyiwei. This is a mentality.

However, low-level Jinyiwei like Zhao Xing plays a role in appeasement of street markets, such as medium-sized hotel and teahouses, or business. Apart from those who are backed by the background of a large family of officials, they are targets of being exploited by gangsters and corrupt officials. With Jinyiwei on duty, such as Zhao Xing, as long as they respect them, they will play the role of a plague god to defend their house.

This is the ending of the reputation of the Jinyiwei among the people and the reputation and criticism.

Xiufen covered her mouth and looked at the fat man in surprise, then looked at Zhao Xing, his eyes full of complicated expressions. It took him a long time to ask: "Criminal, does the old Duke really want to abolish the Jinyiwei? Then he stared at Zhao Xing, with a lot of reluctance in his eyes. The shopkeeper Gao Sheng also had a complicated expression and listened with his ears.

Seeing that everyone was nervous, the fat man became even more proud, but he became discouraged and said, "We men have no such great influence. The eunuchs and Jinyiwei in various places were our wise emperors and the wise emperors who had advised the sages of the Donglin gentlemen in the court. Although military generals like my father had the achievements of supporting the three dynasties for generations, Qiu Ba was still despised in front of those literati gentlemen, and he just listened. However, this matter was decided, and there would be a clear letter tomorrow."

Then he looked at Zhao Xing and found that the person involved who was most afraid of was drinking tea calmly like the one who was fine.

"What, aren't you worried about losing your future income?" The little fat man was puzzled.

Looking at this heartless but very clingy friend, Zhao Xing smiled indifferently: "I don't understand that the emperor is extremely wise. In this troublesome and internal and external troubles, he can hear a few so-called gentlemen who only know how to talk big, and then cut off his arms and block his ears and ears? I can't imagine that a country without a secret service and a National Security Bureau, what is the National Security Bureau? This is not important. What's important is that long live without his own eyes and ears, without an independent organization to supervise officials, and relying on the so-called gentlemen that civil servants claim to be, how incredible and terrible it is to want to govern this country well? In this world, character is the most unreliable. Humph, is it impossible to lay off the Jinyiwei?"

Chongzhen, who lost his country, had his IQ, but he was born at the wrong time. What can he do?

The little fat man was confused, and Xiufen quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Zhao Xing continued: "However, my job is probably gone."

The little fat man said that Xiufen, who became nervous again, asked: "Why not cancel the Jinyiwei, but your shift will be gone?"

Zhao Xing smiled calmly: "The eunuch, the Jinyiwei and officials at all levels of the Ming Dynasty are born to be enemies of life and death that cannot pee in a pot."

This was said from the elegant Zhao Xing, and Xiufen couldn't help but blush.

Zhao Xing seemed to feel it, so he changed the subject: "It is the natural enemy of cats and mice. The real responsibility of us on duty and those eunuchs in charge of military supervision is to blatantly monitor those officials. How can this make officials at all levels feel comfortable with their character and ethics? Therefore, taking advantage of the excellent opportunity of the new emperor ascending the throne and relying on Donglin to instigate the new emperor to remove the eyes and ears of surveillance, so that they can continue to deceive their superiors and subordinates and do whatever they want, and to be traitors. This is the method of the Donglin party members."

The little fat man thought.

"So, now the new emperor has been blinded, and it is inevitable that we will be removed from our military supervisors' work."

After thinking about it, the little fat man thought for Zhao Xing: "But no matter what, your work errand is gone. This matter has been decided. What should you do in the future tomorrow?"

Seeing that the pub was gradually getting seated, Zhao Xing didn't want to talk about this anymore.

In this era, there is no serious crime to talk about accusing the emperor. It is common for ministers to spit on the emperor directly. At most, they are pulled out by the Jinyiwei Lishi class to beat the board, and they can still gain a reputation as upright. For this reason, ministers tried every means to beat the emperor's board but failed.

The literati of this era no longer learn from the doctrine of the saints. They all entered the absolute extreme of paranoid opposition for opposition.

In order to demonstrate his character of being frank and bold, he always tried every means to ask the emperor for a blow. As long as he was beaten, he would become famous in the scholars, and his reputation would be praised and sought after by all scholars. He would be invited and feasted every day, and becoming a good internet celebrity is really a fame and fortune.

Back then, when the Emperor Renzong saw a minister insinuating the memorials of the 18th generation of the Zhu family, he was so angry that he trembled all over, but he just muttered: "I just want to ask for a slap? I won't give it to you." Then he pretended that nothing had happened, which made the minister very disappointed and flew out of disappointment.

But Zhao Xing didn't want to cause trouble, he was just a kind of person who was at ease.

After drying the tea in the teacup, he nodded slightly to Xiufen, smiled and thanked her, then lifted his embroidered spring knife at the corner of the table, and smiled at the concerned little fat man, "You don't know, I have a golden finger, I won't worry about the future vitality, and you don't need to worry about it." Looking at the sky, he stood up: "I don't have to sit on duty tomorrow, I'll have a big vacation, I'll go back now." Then he walked out casually.

"Wait (don't leave)"

Xiufen greeted Zhao Xing, and the fat man pulled Zhao Xing.

Xiufen asked reluctantly: "Isn't you really not coming tomorrow?" When she said this, she shook off the pull of Zhao Xing's father, whose expression had changed drastically, and asked with red eyes.

The little fat man was still unsatisfied: "According to the rules, there are four dishes and one soup at noon. Our brothers and two of us need to drink something. Time is coming, so don't be busy leaving."

Xiufen said reluctantly: "The bun I prepared for my sister has not yet been ready. Can you wait?"

His father Gao Sheng laughed awkwardly: "I didn't make buns today."

There is no bun in a restaurant famous for its buns? Zhao Xing smiled and cursed in his heart, "The villain is a philistine." But he said to Xiufen and the fat man: "No need, it's the most troublesome to be dismissed. I don't want to be called back to listen to nonsense, so I'll say goodbye."
Chapter completed!