Qingyuan.

The magistrate Fu Zonglong sat in his cool sedan chair like a wild beast patrolling the territory, scanning the busy streets with majestic eyes.

Behind him are fully armed royal people...

Imperial Village Militia.

But because the word militia has always been used by the Red Turban Army, he was ashamed to use this word, but the word militia is not convenient to use, because the Guangzhou court prohibited him from establishing a militia. He dared not imagine what he would do in the future when he started a militia today. However, this did not stop him from doing local armed forces. After all, he had an imperial farm. Last time, after His Majesty the Emperor confiscated the Han family in Qingyuan, he confiscated the latter's tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and distributed it to the tenants to build an imperial farm, and the original military households also turned into an imperial farm.

There are tens of thousands of imperial villages here, all of whom are loyal to the emperor.

So he selected more than 500 young and strong men in the imperial villages, and combined with his own family cavalry hired in Yunnan, he quickly pieced together such a royal security team that combines infantry and cavalry.

Even cannons.

He retrieved two field guns from the gentry's house, but he didn't know what the latter wanted to hide the field guns privately.

Then, the Imperial Security Team was used to suppress the gentry in Qingyuan.

After he suppressed the last time the gentry was in a civil rebellion, he realized that this was a good business. After all, being an official in a thousand miles is only for wealth, and raiding a house is undoubtedly the fastest way to get rich, but this business requires force, otherwise his own life will not be guaranteed.

It's perfect now.

"The county master is really diligent and loving the people. The people in Qingyuan have the county master as the commander, it is really like having parents!"

Several local geniuses quickly saluted the roadside and flattered the dog official.

"The donation for this month has not been paid yet?"

Fu Zonglong said calmly.

"Travel, hand, students will hand it now!"

A local genius said quickly.

Then he took a box from the servant beside him and walked to the county magistrate to serve it with both hands.

Fu Zonglong took it without hesitation, opened it and looked at it, put it at his feet, and then looked at the other local geniuses with gloomy eyes. The latter quickly stepped forward one by one and handed him the prepared one by one.

This is a donation.

Public security donations.

He also accepted them one by one without hesitation...

"This official runs this security team to protect the country and the people, so this security donation is indispensable. However, Your Majesty has already issued an order and will not charge any heavy taxes from farmers. Therefore, this security donation can only be collected from you. Besides, the security in this county is good. You will feel at ease to do business and run factories in the future. This is also for your own good, so don't complain."

Fu Zonglong said.

"I dare not, I dare not, the students understand!"

The local geniuses quickly expressed that they had no complaints.

This dog official was cruel and vicious. Although the gentry who had the civil rebellion last time had the official documents from the Ministry of Justice to hand him over to the Ministry of Justice for handling, he was strangled to death in prison and then reported to a group to commit suicide because of the support of the Zuodu Censor Liu Shishang and the Minister of War Ma Mingluan, the court finally lost the following. This bastard from Yunnan really dared to kill people. After all, these local geniuses were bullying the weak and the strong. Of course, there was no need to be afraid of those easy-to-bully local officials, but when they encountered such vicious and insidious local officials, they were all honest.

Fu Zonglong nodded with satisfaction, then praised a few casually, continuing his hunting in the awe-inspiring eyes of the people.

Accept public security donations.

What he likes most during this period is like this in this sedan chair to accept security donations.

But he doesn't accept ordinary people.

It is important for him to make money, but as a person who considers himself a loyal minister, it is his job to govern the place according to the emperor's will. In fact, these officials from Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan have been isolated in the southwest over the years and have been very little influenced by new ideas. It can be said that these minds that have not been contaminated by heresy still remain in the old era of the monarch and ministers.

Especially even civil officials in Yunnan and Guizhou, most of them were from old military households. For example, Fu Zonglong's ancestor was Fu Youde's uncle, who were all descendants of military households who swept the southwest back then.

They also have a vague sense of mission for the Ming Dynasty.

I feel that as an old minister who guarded the border of the Zhu family, my family has the responsibility to reorganize the Zhu family for the emperor when the world is in chaos.

This is also one of the reasons why Mu Changzuo served the king at that time.

Fu Zonglong, who is still very young, just looked at the city under his jurisdiction with high spirits, and then enjoyed the awe-inspiring eyes on both sides.

Then……

Suddenly, a man with a wooden stick shook a moment in the crowd on his right, as if he wanted to get out, but then he fell forward and fell on the road with screams.

"Go and have a look!"

He shouted.

The servants who followed quickly stepped forward, pushed away the idle people, and looked at the man.

"Master, I'm not hungry, I should be sick."

The servant turned around and said.

"Take it away and send it to Huimin Pharmacy!"

Fu Zonglong said very simply.

The Huimin Pharmaceutical Bureau was also rebuilt before Wanli. His Majesty the Emperor has been in Yingtian for many years and is very familiar with this set of things. What's more, there are already places, but it's just useless. He can just reorganize it.

The servant quickly raised the man, but then he was stunned for a moment, then took off his coat, and then found that the man's coat was actually wrapped in oil paper, and he put it in the pocket of the lining of the coat. The books combined were quite heavy, and it was already April, and the temperature in April in Guangdong was actually very high. It should have been because of fatigue and some heatstroke.

He then handed the man over to his companions, and then walked to Fu Zonglong with a book.

"Master, I'm still a scholar."

He said.

Fu Zonglong took the book, opened it casually, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Optimism and exploitation? What the hell is this?"

He said in shock.

Then he quickly opened it, looking at the content page after page, his face getting worse and worse, and he soon started sweating. Then he suddenly closed the book...

"Lock this demon for me!"

He shouted.

At this moment, the man opened his eyes dyingly...

"I am Jiangxia Xiong Tingbi, who sent me to see Liu Wenchuan. I know where Your Majesty is."

He said weakly.

"Well?"

Fu Zonglong looked at him in shock.

Three days later.

"Is this what he brought?"

Zuodu Censor Liu Shishang looked at the book in his hand.

On the bed next to him, Xiong Tingbi, who was almost exhausted, was still in a coma. The old Xiong had to go here, which was indeed difficult for him to go through a lot of hardships. It was not that he had no money. In fact, after he escaped from the hospital, he immediately went to find his own tribe members and made sufficient preparations before heading south. But the problem was that Meiguan was blocked, and if he wanted to enter Guangdong, he could only cross mountains and ridges, and then he encountered bandits without any accident. Poor, Xiong, who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, was bullied by a dog and was robbed by a group of bandits.

In the end, the servants were separated and all their money was lost.

At least he was still carrying some things on his body, but he didn't delay taking the boat to head south. But when he got here, the boat hit him again, and he had no extra money to go south again, so he had to come here to find Fu Zonglong.

He didn't know Fu Zonglong.

But I knew that this Yunnan man could not be with Li Tingji and others, and he and Liu Shishang knew each other again, who was the first family in Chongqing and had many years of business dealings.

However, he was seriously injured but had not healed. He was struggling for several months and suddenly encountered the high temperature in Guangdong and finally fell down.

"Yes, it's all his carrying them on him. He has nothing else. He still has a chunk of silver on him, but he still carries them."

Fu Zonglong said.

This place is not only Liu Shishang, but also Ma Mingluan, the Minister of War, and Bao Jianjie, the Prime Minister of Fengtian Prefecture.

Liu Shishang was from Chongqing, and he was from a great-great-great-grandfather to a Jinshi. Since then, his family has been in the Jinshi for generations, and all of them have their official positions. His great-grandfather was Yang Ting and his good friend, Liu Chun, the Minister of Personnel in Nanjing, and Ma Mingluan was from Neijiang. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Wanli. He had always been the Governor of Xuanda in history.

The three of them are the leaders of the current Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan sects of the imperial court.

"This should be taught by Yingtian schools. It is true that the northern scholars shouted to protect the religion with blood. Yang Feng's ambition was not simply a rebellious minister who used the emperor to command the princes. He might not even be a plan to usurp the throne. He wanted to re-establish a new principle, completely destroy Confucianism, take sages and replace him, and be a new army for generations. This is indeed not a simple battle of interests, this is a battle of Taoism. In this way, those people in Datong Country are not wrong. If he succeeds, Confucianism will perish."

Liu Shishang said.

"What does it mean to say he knows where His Majesty is?"

Ma Mingluan said.

"Your Majesty is probably not really seriously ill and unable to go south, but is imprisoned by Li Tingji and others. Otherwise, even if Your Majesty really cannot go to Guangzhou, it is impossible not to summon us. These people hold grudges towards Your Majesty, especially those Guangdong gentry, who are so jealous of Your Majesty. Last time they were rebelled and suppressed, there may not be any other conspiracy. The officials in Fujian are only thinking about money, and Your Majesty collects heavy taxes, and they can't stand it."

Bao Jianjie said.

In fact, they have long realized something is wrong.

But the problem is that after the Imperial Camp went north, these Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan officials did not have force at their hands, and even if they realized something was wrong, they could not do anything.

The government was still under the control of those Fujianese, and the navy was left behind by the army, and the navy was also under the control of the Fujianese. Although the gentry in the local area was suppressed, the imperial power was still not in the county. The imperial village was nothing more than a few Guangzhou prefectures, and the gentry had the final say in other places.

"He woke up!"

Fu Zonglong suddenly said.
To be continued...