Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 482
The Cao army of the water transport, when dealing with relevant affairs, only Xiaoqi and Gangji can go ashore, and hand over specific documents to the magistrate for his signature to pass.

Even if Cao Jun made any mistakes, the local officials have no jurisdiction over them, so they can only be escorted to Huai'an, where they will be judged by Cao Yun Li Xing.

As a branch of water transportation, these people are all from the emperor's aunt, and they do some smuggling on weekdays, but they don't need to ask the magistrate of Hengshui to sign and seal.

Rules are dead, people are alive.

He Jinzhao whipped down, and all the rules that the army was not allowed to enter the city, and even the rules such as food, were thrown out of the blue.

In Daming, the border soldiers who obeyed the rules had no way to survive but starved.

In the end, there was no food for three days, and the general soldiers and the governor couldn't control the soldiers to plunder the surrounding area. In order not to starve to death, and fearing that they would be held accountable, the five thousand soldiers ran back to their hometown in Shanxi.

Chongzhen felt that he had done the right thing. He took the chief soldier and the governor into prison, and this year, when he was free, he finally beheaded both of them.

Most of these King Qin soldiers who fled back to their hometown in Shanxi joined He Jinchao's team.

Now they followed He Jinzhao into Hengshui, eating and drinking, feeling deeply moved.

Many people lined up to eat according to the number, because several shops in the county seat received nearly 2000 people at once, which was really difficult.

"Following the imperial court, there is really no future." A former Da Mingqin Wang Jun viciously bit a donkey meat and set fire to it.

It is rumored that when Li Jinglong fought with Zhu Di, there was a shortage of food, and he killed horses and donkeys to satisfy his hunger.

Thinking back to their masters and governors, how well they obeyed the rules, and they were the first Qinwang team to arrive at the capital.

As a result, the brothers were all hungry, and the two of them ended up with their bodies separated.

See how after they joined the hammer bandits, they didn't abide by the rules of Ming Dynasty, but were treated with good food and drink instead.

If it wasn't for the captain who didn't allow alcohol, the brothers would definitely have a good drink.

"Okay, let's not talk about the past, the last time I entered Jingqin King, I didn't miss anything.

This time our brothers follow the captain to Beijing, and we will definitely turn the world upside down, avenge the general and the governor, and kill a few more dog officials. "

This sentence made many King Qin soldiers nod, no matter what, Master Zhang Honggong and Shanxi Governor Geng Ruqi treated them very well.

Going to Beijing again this time, I will never suffer from that kind of uselessness.

The three of He Jinchao were entertained by Qianhu Wangtu's best restaurant in Hengshui, and the food they served was delicious and delicious.

After several people took off the armor, Wang Tu's face changed slightly, because Liang Fu, the chief soldier of Baoding Mansion, looked too young.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Jin who claimed to be a general next to him, and his age was in line with the general soldier's appearance.

But Wang Tu didn't dare to resist that whip. His face was red and swollen at this time, and he still poured wine for them.

He Jinchao signaled Wang Tu to put down the wine: "We have a will to eat, but we must not drink alcohol. This is a very important matter."

Seeing that He Jinzhao refused to drink, Wang Tu of Qianhu still had a smile on his face, but the pain on his face was unbearable:

"Master, just this jug of wine, it's no problem to specify."

He Jinzhao gestured to Gao Yingxiang with his eyes, but Gao Yingxiang picked up the celadon wine glass and said with a smile:
"Master, let's just have a drink, don't let Wang Qianhu feel cold."

"Okay." He Jinzhao quickly picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

"Eat vegetables and eat vegetables."

Gao Yingxiang was the first to pick up the chopsticks and began to taste the specialty dishes of the store.

Wang Tu's eyes lit up, and he guessed right.

The boss is fake, but the general next to him is the real boss.

This young master asked the generals around him everywhere, which must be a deception.

When he just entered the city, he saw many soldiers, all looking at this slightly older general.

Qianhu Wangtu became more and more sure that this trip must have great benefits.

Otherwise, Liang Fu, the chief soldier of Baoding Mansion, would not be so cautious, and even sent someone to pretend to be himself, just in case.

Now that the confidential matter is involved in this trip, maybe I can go a step further.

Although Wang Tu was injured, but at this moment, his heart was burning.

The next day, these cao troops were actually local flood control troops.

Immediately, [-] grain transport ships were collected and used by He Jinzhao and others.

He Jinchao took his horse and boarded the grain ship by category.

As for Qianhu Wangtu, he went to serve Gao Yingxiang attentively. He thought Gao Yingxiang was the real one.

He Jinzhao looked at the helmsman named Ma Chongxi, who looked about [-] years old, smoking dry tobacco, standing on the side of the boat.

Hearing from Wang Tu's introduction that he is a good boat runner, he is specially here to serve Mr. Liang.

"have you eaten?"

He Jinzhao took the initiative to walk over and ask.

"Master." Ma Chongxi hurriedly saluted, then shook his head and said, "No."

He Jinzhao tilted his head, and Niu Youcai, the guard, directly handed him a piece of donkey meat: "Our uncle will reward you."

Liang Fu, the chief soldier of Baoding, is very domineering, fully demonstrating what privilege is.

Even if you eat and take food, you have to use it as dry food on the road.

"Thank you, sir."

Ma Zhongxi took the donkey meat and started to eat it, it was not cheap, it would be fine to eat fish on weekdays, but eating donkey meat was really a bit extravagant.

He burned and swallowed the donkey meat three times and five times, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You don't have enough to eat on weekdays?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's question, Ma Chongxi just pretended to be chatting, because it was still in the process of loading the ship.

"Boss, we have twelve shi of food every year, and two or three shi of travel food (equivalent to a business trip subsidy), and one shi of food every month.

It's a pity that until now, the monthly rations often have to be delayed for three to five months. Even if they are distributed, they are still very small, not enough to eat at all. "

"I remember Cao Jun shouldn't be hungry?"

Hearing this, Ma Zhongxi suddenly felt that He Jinzhao didn't eat minced meat, and began to explain to He Jinzhao.

Since ancient times, the Cao army has had oil and water, especially when Zhang Juzheng was the grandfather of Zhang, half of the grain was transported and half of the money was transported.

Silver was used to pay for transportation costs, barges and wagons, and to purchase waterproofing materials such as mats.

The subsidy fee is completely spent on dogs, in the words of an old man's nostalgia:

"The soldiers in Xiaoqi are all rich, and Liang Yunzi is the one who can marry a wife the most."

But in the later period, a bag of silver was no longer in the hands of Cao Jun, and it all became palace income.

It is said that it is to protect the interests of the Cao army from being exploited by corrupt officials.

Because the officials, eunuchs, and Cao Jun officers at all levels who were responsible for the collection were all involved in extracting money and putting the illegal gains into their own pockets.

His family of one hundred is still inherited from the glory of his ancestors.

Then the imperial court issued an order that any losses in the future will be mainly borne by the officers of the Cao army and the small flags who are specifically responsible for the transportation quantity.

One size fits all!
But in Daming, I don't know how many people rely on the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to eat.

Even if everyone is as clean as water, the Cao Jun brothers travel back and forth to Beijing every year during this long journey.

Due to weather changes, it is inevitable to reduce grain availability.

The sweet pastry suddenly became a chore.

(End of this chapter)