The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 65
Feng Ji sat in the bathtub, soaking in the medicated bath, while thinking.

"No, just opening a museum to recruit disciples and forming gangs may have some deterrent power in the market, but it is not enough to face the Qing court and foreigners."

"I must also control the military power, so that my men can also be equipped with guns, so that they can have enough voice."

His eyes flickered, thinking about how to control the military power.

If he wants to have military power, he must be an official, but with his knowledge reserve, it is impossible to participate in the imperial examination, and it is simply unrealistic to obtain an official position through this channel.

So what about joining the Boxers?

"Whoa~"

A slender hand rubbed behind Feng Ji, helping him wipe his body.

Zhang Shurong's face was blushing, and she touched her husband's strong back obsessively.

Although it was not the first time she saw Xianggong's body, every time she helped him take a bath, she couldn't help getting dry mouth and rapid heartbeat.

She couldn't help but secretly spit at herself, could it be that she is a whore and a slut?
Why do you always think about that kind of thing.

She shook her head to wake herself up, and seeing Feng Ji's brows furrowed, she couldn't help asking in wonder, "Sir, why are you so bothered?"

Feng Ji came back to his senses, glanced at the beauty, smiled slightly, and turned around.

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub splashed and splashed onto Zhang Shurong's thin shirt, wetting her delicate body.

"ah--"

Zhang Shurong suddenly exclaimed, her pretty face flushed.

The next moment, she was carried into the barrel by Feng Ji.

Zhang Shurong couldn't resist at all, her whole body was limp in his majestic chest, allowing him to play tricks.

"Shurong, what do you say if I want to be an official but don't want to take the imperial examination?"

Zhang Shurong gasped for breath, and wanted to hold his hand, but was worried that it would spoil her husband's interest.

He forced himself to slender his legs tightly, and hurriedly said: "My husband...why do you want...um...to be an official——ah!?"

She suddenly exclaimed, and quickly covered her red lips again.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "The world is in chaos right now. If the Feng family wants to gain a firm foothold in Jinmen, it is not enough to just rely on money to smooth things out. We must have our own influence."

"However, my teacher is unknown and I don't have an identity. How can I get the government to allow me to form my own power?"

Zhang Shurong twisted all over her body, her eyes were watery, and she hurriedly said: "Master..., Shurong has a way, you...you take out your hands first."

Feng Ji was surprised. He never thought that Zhang Shurong would have a solution, so he subconsciously stopped and asked, "What solution? Let's hear it."

Zhang Shurong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I once heard from my father that when my eldest brother comes back from studying in Japan, he will clear up his relationship and spend some money to donate to the official."

"If Mr. Xiang wants to be an official, why don't you ask your father-in-law to spend some money and donate an official position to you?"

Feng Ji was stunned when he heard this.

Donate an official?

He really didn't think of this way.

After all, he came from a later age, and his understanding of this era is far less profound than that of Zhang Shurong.

At this time, he was instructed by Zhang Shurong, his eyes brightened immediately, and he asked, "Can you become an official by donating money?"

Zhang Shurong immediately popularized this knowledge to Feng Ji.

The system of donating officials existed as early as the Qin Dynasty, and it has existed since then.

However, all dynasties have been very strict. In the Qianlong period, because Qianlong often fought wars and the treasury was empty, in order to fill the treasury, the official donation system relaxed some restrictions and became easier.

In the current Daoguang period, the Qing Dynasty was decaying, and the national treasury had long been short of money, and the Qing government continued to release water on the official donation system.

The price has been falling again and again. In the past, a real job cost 400 taels, and a false title cost 240 taels. Now it only takes a few hundred taels of silver to get a false title.

In short, in the current situation, as long as you spend money, you can donate an official position.

After hearing this, Feng Ji couldn't help being ecstatic.

He doesn't care whether he has a false job or a real job, this is what he wants.

The advantage of a real job is that the Qing government will really give you such a real vacancy, let you become an official, receive a national salary, and equip you with a government office.

False positions only have their name, there is no real yamen and jurisdiction, and there is no salary to receive.

But Feng Ji didn't care, there was no room, so he could occupy the space himself.

All he wanted was an identity.

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "Shu Rong, you have helped me a lot, let my husband thank you very much!"

Immediately, water splashed everywhere, and Zhang Shurong exclaimed.

The house is beautiful in spring.

……

In the early morning of the next day, after Feng Ji finished punching and had breakfast, Feng Ji proposed his own idea.

"Father, if we want to gain a foothold in Jinmen, I don't think it's enough just to rely on us to dredge the relationship."

Feng Changren was surprised and asked, "Why?"

"It's better to ask for others than to ask for ourselves. Why can't we form our own forces and occupy a place in this Jinmen?"

Feng Changren was taken aback for a moment, he had been in business all his life, and to be honest, he really didn't want to go to the underworld or the white way.

His temperament can be conservative, but he is not suitable for hard work.

It's just that the current situation is turbulent, and if you want to keep your family business, it is not enough to rely on drilling.

Feng Ji said in a deep voice: "I don't have the strength to ask for others blindly. Sooner or later, there will be no one to ask for. At that time, who do we rely on?"

"Although we have just entered Jinmen, when we were in Qingyuan County, we not only brought our family's assets, but also collected assets from the Zhang family and the government. Although some of them were used for disaster relief and given to the people of Qingyuan County, most of them Some of it is still in our hands.”

"Now that we have money, we should take the opportunity to recruit troops."

Feng Changren hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's your plan?"

"My son wants to donate an official. Buy a guerrilla general. At worst, he also wants to buy a military officer with a military rank above the general."

Feng Changren was stunned: "Military officer? Why is it a military officer?"

In the late Qing Dynasty, the custom of emphasizing civility over military affairs still persisted. In the center of political power, military officials still belonged to the bottom.

With a single word from the civil official group, the military officer can be dismissed from office.

But Feng Ji didn't need to think about these things. The reason why civil servants could dismiss military officials was because military officials' soldiers were soldiers of the Qing government.

But if he is allowed to lead his own troops to train, it is naturally impossible for these people to respect the Qing government.

These people can only listen to themselves.

Feng Ji said his thoughts one by one, and Feng Changren kept nodding.

"Father, with the status of a military officer, I can train my own soldiers. Although officially the number cannot exceed a certain number, I can build another martial arts gym, recruit more disciples, and expand the number secretly. Who knows?"

"At that time, in Jinmen, at least the underworld will not dare to touch my Feng family."

Feng Changren nodded frequently when he heard this, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said, "I'll let you Uncle He and Uncle Gui come over in a while, and have a good discussion."

Feng Ji suddenly laughed.

In Feng Changren's eyes, Feng Ji is no longer the brat he used to be.

Ever since Feng Ji killed the robbers and the Japanese, the most authoritative person in the Feng family was no longer Feng Changren, but Feng Ji.

The reason why Feng Ji asked Feng Changren to talk about this was because he didn't want to work hard.

Let Feng Changren go about everything, he is more familiar with the human relations of this era than himself.

What Feng Ji has to do is the next specific implementation process.

"The martial arts hall is easy to manage, just find a few martial arts masters to come over."

"It's mainly about military training. We have to find a way to find some people who really understand military training."

Feng Ji doesn't have time to teach his apprentices, he just needs to sit in the boxing gym, and naturally let other boxers do the work of teaching boxing.

It is not easy to find such talents as military trainers.

Feng Ji thought about it, maybe he could get in touch with Nong Jinsun to see if he had any talents he could recommend.

This matter is not in a hurry, anyway, donating officials has not yet been completed.

The day passed in a flash, and in the evening, Feng Changren informed Feng Ji to take Uncle He and Uncle Gui, and the four of them went to Guyue Tower together.

The meeting with Nong Jinsun this time is in the box of Guyuelou.

Feng Ji followed Feng Changren all the way to Guyue Tower.

It was time for dinner, and the business of Guyuelou was booming and lively.

There were a lot of kids from Jianghu who were drinking and eating meat. A young boy came up to him, asked some questions, and led them to the private room on the third floor.

In the box, a middle-aged man of medium build wearing glasses was thinking about something by the window.

Hearing the movement, he couldn't help turning around and said with a smile, "Master Feng, long time no see."

Feng Changren quickly walked a few steps, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. Nong, it's been a long time."

(End of this chapter)