A dark shadow quietly appeared in the house, and when he saw the person, Zhu Cihong threw Li Caishan a look.

Li Caishan, the general political envoy, clapped his hands and said loudly: "Everyone, Li Caishan, the secretary of the lower political department." I want to make an issue of the official newspaper to let the people of the world know the scene after the opening of the Jingshi Ordnance Workshop. Why don't you take me around and talk to all the people in the armory? For example, in the big recruitment of workers in the ordnance workshop, how are the people recruited, how are they treated, and how are the family circumstances changing? ”

Hearing Li Caishan talk about this, Xi Dacai suddenly became energetic, and answered: "I have the right to say this!" The armor factory has been depressed for so many years, and it is shaking up early this morning. Now which family is not proud of having a relative in an armor factory? I know that! ”

"Oh, how do you say that?" Lu Qingyan asked cooperatively, Li Caishan beckoned, and left with everyone.

Xi Dacai said loudly: "That's a long way to say. Over the years, the ground has become more and more sad year by year. There is less business, and there is less work to find money. There is an opportunity to do something, and that is even less. Even the path of studying and entering the profession is not stable. But the armory workshop is shaking now! ”

"In one breath, I want to recruit 1,300 young people, and I named the children of the priority armor factory. Although this condition is high, as long as the good head is smart and diligent. But this treatment is good, the food of eight buckets in a month, you can also learn a craft, do a good job, and reward silver, take the school craft exam every year, and you can also be promoted. In the future, I can still be a master. Have you ever heard of the eighth-level craftsman system? Lu Guanren, this is recognized by the imperial court, and it is comparable to the identity of a loose official! If you don't worship the official, you won't be bullied! ”

"These 1,300 people have been recruited, but will there be food and clothing for a thousand families?"

……

In the distance, Xi Dacai's voice went farther and farther, and everyone retreated, leaving only Zhang Zhen to lead a few middle-aged men to salute, and bowed down and said: "Humble punishment, the torture just now was not strict, and there was a voice." ”

"It's okay, you just came out of the dungeon, right? After all, the armory workshop is not a prison, and people must be escorted out as soon as possible. Zhu Cihong waved his hand and revealed the matter: "Lead the way, I will take a look." ”

The courtyard with the sign of the Security Department is only separated by a wall from the R&D laboratory of Bi Maokang, and the ancient wooden walls have poor sound insulation, and the dungeon is hastily dug in the Security Science Institute.

Zhu Cihong got closer, and sure enough, he heard intermittent screams again.

The dungeon was very simple, just a sloppy room, and when the door was opened, I saw several jailers kneeling tremblingly.

Zhu Cihong waved his hand, but his eyes fell on the man in front of him.

"You can't hit me!"

"I'm a lifter!"

"I'm famous!"

"Let me out! Yes...... Help ......"

Syllable......

With another whip, Zhang Zhen took a book, lit an oil lamp, illuminated the room, and carefully wiped the book clean and handed it to Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong stared at it and said: "It seems that the Zhou Dongjia not only can't make money from this transaction, but if they don't go home for seven days to watch, they can't keep their net worth after ten years of hard work." ”

The person in front of him is Zhou Renrong who appeared in the Qianyuan Teahouse.

The once personable demeanor is gone, and the pampered bearing is also gone. At the moment, Zhou Renrong was wearing a middle single, his body was covered in blood, his face was languishing, his eyes were blank, staring at the man in front of him vacantly, and his godless eyes suddenly focused on the man's yellow dragon-patterned robe.

"It's the Holy ......," Zhou Renrong's eyes suddenly became urgent.

He keenly sensed a little information, and his brain was running at an unprecedented high speed, almost only before Zhu Cihong's voice fell less than a breath, he immediately replied: "Long live the master!" The grass people don't want to die, I'm willing to do it anyway! I can have it for the Holy One! I have great information! ”

The first few sentences just made everyone in the room indifferent, but when the latter sentence was said, Zhu Cihong was interested and stared at Zhou Renrong.

Zhou Renrong's heart was beating faster.

Ten years later, when he recalled the decision of this day, Zhou Renrong said in a proud tone: "That day, I said; 'Holy Lord, drawings, I only gave half of it! The Jin merchants bought all the rice and grain of our Zhejiang merchants, and they were going to take it to Zhangjiakou, either to sell it to Dolgon or Li Zicheng! Then I was transferred. It was the biggest, most rewarding adventure I've ever had in my life! ”

……

"It's a pity...... Zhu Cihong finished speaking, and his eyes became more interested: "However, you are very bold and scheming." Zhang Zhen, ask him if he would like to work in Jinyiwei. ”

After speaking, Zhu Cihong left the Jingshi Ordnance Workshop.

Zhang Zhen stayed, waved away the whole army, squinted his eyes, looked at Zhou Renrong and said, "My emperor has given you a chance, you can choose not to die." ”

"I'm willing to be a secret agent of the brocade guard!" Zhou Renrong shouted loudly, and a psychological slogan sounded: "This wave ...... Steady. Finally, I don't have to die......"

"Good ......" Zhang Zhen finished speaking, smiled and clapped his hands.

A man with a pale face was moved out by two brocade-clothed guards, and that person was Lin Fan, who served as the deputy director of the Jingshi Ordnance Workshop, and was also Zhou Renrong's friend who had a family friendship.

When Lin Fan saw Zhou Renrong, his face immediately turned pale, and he smiled bitterly: "You were also arrested...... However, it is good news. That drawing, it's not really ......"

After hearing this, Zhou Renrong's face suddenly turned blue and red.

That day, in the Qianyuan teahouse.

After listening to Fan Sanba's words, Zhou Renrong was a little frightened by the prestige of the Royal Guards Legion's repeated victories, and he didn't dare to do it.

But when the tooth card came out, Zhou Renrong finally couldn't help but close his eyes.

He closed his eyes and took the tooth card, and finally sent his son to visit the Lin family. When the title deeds of 5,000 acres of fertile land and six shops in Songjiang Mansion were handed over to Lin Fan's wife Hu, a drawing quietly arrived in Zhou Renrong's hands.

It's just that Zhou Renrong stayed up all night, quietly revised half of the drawings by himself, tampered with the size and parts of several key dimensions and handed them to Fan Sanba.

Zhou Renrong did this, firstly, because he was worried that Fan San would pull out his backlash and not explain the tooth card and the future. Second, there are also some who want to be double agents, and when the time comes, they will sell better than the government. But Zhou Renrong never expected that Fan Sanba got the drawings in Mingshifang and left the city in the starry night less than a quarter of an hour, he was arrested in Mingshifang, and then imprisoned in the dungeon of the Ordnance Workshop.

Jin Yiwei's swift action made Zhou Renrong's move of wanting to sell good things impossible to say, he knew that it was useless to say it in this situation.

Especially after Jinyiwei's subsequent operation to capture Fan Sanba and the Manchurian nobleman both failed, countless anger poured out on Zhou Renrong. Zhou Renrong, who felt that the situation was difficult, was even more desperate.

It wasn't until the arrival of Zhu Cihong that Zhou Renrong was finally able to seize the opportunity and explain this opportunity.

Therefore, Zhu Cihong said that Zhou Renrong was very bold and scheming.

Courage refers to Zhou Renrong's desire for money and his life. Scheming, naturally, is the move of giving only half of the drawings.

But all this became particularly ridiculous after Lin Fan revealed the mystery.

One can imagine how angry Fan Sanba and the Qing people behind him would be when they knew that Zhou Renrong gave fake drawings. And Zhou Renrong's own act of intercepting half of it by himself was a heavy mockery.

His scheming is useless, but it makes him seem even more defeated......

But it's okay......

Zhang Zhen's face changed to a smile and said, "Jinyiwei welcomes any talent who has finally become a Ming Dynasty, and all of them can use their talents to get the treatment they deserve." Zhou Renrong, congratulations on joining us. From today onwards, you can proudly puff up your chest and become a hero of the Empire! ”

"And the first task...... It is to set off with your caravan. We need to know more about Zhangjiakou and Jinshang...... Learn about the world of the Mongols and the Qing people! When you get old, you'll be glad you chose now! ”

……

Located in a courtyard house facing south of Ming Shifang near the Paozi River, the fireworks in the world are thick.

The half-grown boy ran around the yard, provoking the woman who was washing clothes in the middle of the well. Smoke rose from the kitchen, and several women gossiped among themselves, when suddenly the sound stopped. Even in the main room, the sound of the abacus, which was originally extremely loud, suddenly stopped.

"It's grandpa who is back, mother, don't beat me. Grandpa save me, grandpa save me......" The bear child who was being chased all over the house rushed to the door, holding his thigh in front of an old man who had just come in, shaking desperately.

"You child, your mother and I have worked hard to wash your clothes and cook, you are good, running around, the bucket is spilled, and I don't know how to help it......" The woman's voice gradually lowered, and she saw the old man touching the child's head dotingly, and saluted with some strength: "I have seen my father-in-law......"

"Well, the third daughter-in-law, the child, I didn't make a fuss. Jingshi has made trouble again this time, and Xicheng is in chaos, and it is a good thing that the children are jumping around. The old woman is here, the account is settled? If you want me to say, change Ming'er, our old Xi family can also buy a few servants to come in. It was Xi Dacai who spoke, and at this moment he was full of energy, as if he was ten years younger: "Do you know what happened today?" The saint has come to our armor factory! From now on, the armor factory will be able to shake up! ”

The third daughter-in-law withdrew the child, and the old woman who came out of the main room was Xi Dacai's wife Hong, who looked at Xi Dacai's red face and said in surprise: "Really? ”

"The money and food owed have been distributed, do you think it's true? Otherwise, what are you calculating these days? Xi Dacai laughed heartily.

At this moment, a noisy sound suddenly sounded outside the door.

The two men argued as they walked, and their voices grew closer.

The first was a young man, and the second was a middle-aged scholar who was weak and thin. The scholar was not wearing a Confucian shirt, but was wearing a black stand-up collar shirt, two pockets on his chest, close to the body, and strode after the man in front of him, with an angry face: "Tell me, who tiptoed you to be a soldier?" A good man is not a soldier, and a good iron is not a soldier! Tell me, what do you think about every day? ”

"Brother Dacai, you talk about it, you will judge it. Why can't a good man be a soldier? Isn't the saint also enlisted in the army today? Even my father...... Didn't you also become a police officer in Dongcheng? The newspaper of this imperial court said that the military and police are a mile! The young man stiffened and tilted his head.

Behind him, when the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't slap the slap he had just raised in his hand, his face turned red, and he sighed for a long time.

This middle-aged man is Xi Dacai's ninth uncle Xi Jinwen, although he is the ninth uncle, but in fact, Xi Dacai's nine brothers, this is an old man. So much so that the age difference between the two is only three years old. Xi Jinwen has been reading books for forty-seven years, but he has always been just an old talent. Although Xiucai can be exempted from forced labor and tax exemption, since the Ming Dynasty's financial difficulties have become more and more serious, and the foreign wars have been defeated one after another, the annual anointing and fire food has been quietly reduced again and again, and it has been completely cut off in the past two or three years.

In addition, Xi Jinwen was not good at socializing, so that he finally fell into poverty, until he accidentally found that the police station was recruiting papers, which solved the unemployment crisis, and one stone of food a month, which was a real source of food and clothing for the whole family in the turbulent last days of the dynasty.

Xi Jinwen also married a wife, and this young man was his son, named Xi Bin. Xi Jin's text is looking forward to Xi Bin's ability to write and martial arts, but unexpectedly, the first half is not, and the second half is full. Xi Bin is dancing with guns and sticks, he is only seventeen years old, and he has been screwing his studies to fail, and suddenly he is determined to join the army.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Xi Dacai said with relief: "Brother Bin, Uncle Nine entered the police station, it was for the livelihood of the whole family. From the text or from the martial arts, you should listen to the opinions of the elders. There is a saying that if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. ”

"That's ......" Xi Jinwen said, wanting to say a few words of the sage, but as soon as he saw Xi Bin's expression, he couldn't help but change his words: "In a few days, I will find you a family affair to stabilize your temperament." ”

Just as a few people were talking, suddenly, a cry sounded.

"Mother...... I have a stomachache...... It hurts ......" The bear child who was originally jumping around in the yard suddenly lay in his mother's arms, talking with a crying voice.

When the woman heard this, she hurriedly hugged the child in front of Xi Dacai's eyes: "Father-in-law, the child is sick, how can this be good?" ”

"What are you waiting for, go to Doctor Qian of Qingrenjitang!" When Xi Dacai saw that his grandson was sick, he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

There was a panic in the house.

Xi Jinwen grabbed Xi Dacai and said, "Wait...... Don't be a plague! ”

Everyone in the precinct changed color.

"No...... Isn't it just an epidemic? Xi Dacai stuttered a little.

Xi Jinwen was silent, he was in the police station and knew more about the situation.

Seeing Xi Jinwen's expression, Xi Dacai also understood, and his face turned pale suddenly: "Let the other children go to their parents' house to hide first......

The original fierce expression of the third daughter-in-law wrinkled suddenly, and she was so distressed that she cried: "A while ago, the elder preached the school, saying that my brothers and sisters can study for free and take care of a meal, I thought it was a good thing...... Is it dyed there? ”

Xi Jinwen leaned over, looked at the child's pale face, clenched his teeth, and a worried expression suddenly appeared: "Go to the doctor first!" (To be continued.) )