Chapter 112 Thunder!
"Fu Dashuai's surname has always been proud, and he has always been unfaithful to people. Now he looks at you differently. This is your opportunity and your luck." Pan Youdu walked slowly and talked to Liang Pengfei in a low voice.
Liang Pengfei nodded and glanced around. Several people in the distance were also chatting. It seemed that he was not lively. Fortunately, the governor's mansion was really big enough, otherwise there was not even a place to talk quietly.
"...According to the surname of Marshal Fu, if you come tomorrow, it is nothing more than deliberately accepting you as his door. You know, from the upper court to the imperial edict, I'm afraid it will take several months. Since he has the intention to promote you, he will naturally find some means in advance. However, it depends on how you do it." Although Pan Youdu was not in the officialdom, he could still see through these things in the officialdom. These words made Liang Pengfei feel a little more confident.
"Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your suggestion." Liang Pengfei saluted Pan Youdu deeply, and thanked him very sincerely.
"It doesn't need to be like this. After that, you and I, the two families of Pan Liang, can be regarded as Qi Xiu and the two families. If I can help you, I am also helping myself. Why thank you?" Pan Youdu's attitude of talking to Liang Pengfei has been completely dealt with with an ally mentality of equal weight.
Liang Pengfei smiled and straightened his waist: "Uncle Shi said today, my little nephew remembers it in his heart, and after saying it, he will be a generous reward."
Pan Youdu nodded and smiled faintly: "If you have this heart, I am satisfied as an uncle. However, you proposed to me yesterday that you want to buy the formula and patent of the bitter and sour dye from those Xiyi. I have inquired about it for you, and you should still be sure. I know that you have a dyeing shop, but the dosage is not very large. Why do you have to spend so much money to buy it?
Liang Pengfei smiled and patted the railing of the corridor: "Uncle Shi, my nephew thinks that there is still some future in the dyeing industry, so if the little nephew gets the bitter and sour formula and patent, he can produce such dyes, he does not need to buy this from those foreigners, although It seems to have spent a lot of money, but in the future, we can produce these dyes ourselves without buying them at a high price from those Xiyi. The longer it takes, the more the little nephew will not lose. Liang Pengfei can't directly tell Pan Youdu that he wants to use bitter acid to make explosives, so he can only talk nonsense.
After listening to Liang Pengfei's words, Pan Youdu's explanation was reasonable, so he did not continue to entangle on this issue. Talking about the embarism of Cai Shiwen and others just now, the two couldn't help laughing happily.
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"This is done!" After Liang Peng flew home, a word made Liang Yuanxia and Ye, who were already a little nervous, sighed with relief. After several times of Buddha's blessing, Ye brought sobering soup to Liang Pengfei. Looking at Liang Pengfei drinking sobering soup, he talked about his encounter in the governor's mansion of Liangguang today. He listened to his son show his face in front of so many people, and the Marshal Fu praised his son in front of so many people. Son's achievements. The corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a proud smile: "I didn't expect that our son was really promising. In a blink of an eye, he was about to become an official."
"I don't look at whose seed it is." Liang Yuanxia's words almost made Liang Pengfei spit out the sobering soup. On a thought, the official Liang was really right to say so, and he could only roll his eyes and admit it.
"Okay, just the seeds of your Liang family." Ye punched her husband with joy, and her eyebrows were full of unspeakable pride. You father and son should sit more. I have to worship the Buddha and beg him to bless our Pengfei's smooth career.
"Go ahead, so that you don't have to sit still for a while." Liang Yuanxia patted the back of Ye's hand affectionately. After watching her go out, she turned her head and looked at Liang Pengfei. Since Marshal Fu said that he would let you go there, then you can go there. I think it will only be a good thing, and it is definitely not a bad thing.
"Uncle Pan said the same thing. By the way, Dad, our Liang family is now short of manpower." Liang Pengfei put the sobering soup bowl on the table. Seeing his father talking about a cigarette, he quickly and attentively lit a fire for his father, and then frowned and said.
Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Liang Yuanxia's originally frowned face couldn't help worrying, just like a seed holding a cash cow was ready to be planted, but he found that the original field had turned into an old farmer on the muddy ground. That's what you said. Our old Liang family has been operated for several generations, and the foundation is not weak, but now there are so many more warships and fast ships at once.
"But I heard you say that you recruited 2,000 sailors from Luzon, which is a good idea." Liang Yuanxia smashed two mouthfuls of cigarettes and then continued. However, this time it was Liang Pengfei's turn to shake his head: "Dad, I have no choice. When I think of so many warships, I can't use them. It's just like a beggar holding a golden rice bowl." I don't know how depressed Liang is, at least Liang Pengfei is about to have an internal injury.
"This is also an insoluble problem. Well, anyway, now that Marshal Fu has agreed to donate officials, there should be no problem. Dad, I will go back to my hometown. Anyway, I can also pull one or two thousand Liang's children to support you. Liang Yuanxia extinguished the cigarette butt and smiled in the ashtray.
Liang Pengfei couldn't help but brighten up. Liang Yuanxia didn't say so. He almost forgot this. Liang's surname is a big surname in Guangdong, and it is the most concentrated in the Pearl River Delta. His old Liang family also happens to be from the Liang family in Shunde. In Shunde's hometown, his father's uncles and cousins come to Guangzhou from time to time. Qi.
If you go back, as Dad said, I dare not say that one or two thousand Liang's children will definitely be able to handle it. However, Liang Pengfei's face just showed a trace of joy, and he became depressed again. Dad, no one wants their children to be pirates, right?
"You boy, you are usually full of bad water. How can you be stunned now? Who let them do pirates?" Liang Yuanxia grinned angrily. If it hadn't been for the tea bowl in his hand, he might have wanted to give Liang Pengfei the soles of his shoes.
Liang Pengfei looked at his father with a bad face. He really didn't quite understand what was going on in Liang's heart.
"Don't forget that our old Liang family is a seaman, and you are going to be an official later." When Liang Yuanxia saw her son's expression, she rolled her eyes and explained it patiently.
In the Qing Dynasty, in addition to the official, there were also private self-smuggling forces. Private self-smuggling forces include patrolmen, card merchants and patrols hired by merchants, shopkeepers, etc. Both officials and private forces have the power to arrest private traffickers. The self-smuggling system in the Qing Dynasty has its significance.
Because in addition to special smuggled personnel, most officers, soldiers and officers and officers also undertake other public security tasks. Their efficiency and sense of responsibility for the capture of private salt are relatively poor, and salt merchants are closely related to the sale of salt. They are bound to be unwilling to be invaded by private salt activities, and will do their best to catch salt traders.
So the ruler took the method of benefiting and taking responsibility for the capture of smuggled salt to the salt merchants. The smuggled personnel hired by merchants are called patrolmen and patrolmen. Merchants need to bear the expenses for business patrols. In addition, the additional funds for the participation of government forces in the task of smuggling are also apportioned by the merchants in the salt area.
"Dad, you said that. I understand. What you mean is to recruit those Liang's children to our old Liang family to do patrols." Liang Pengfei is more and more impressed by his father's mind, which is really flexible.
Anyway, this is allowed by the government, and now the Liang family's industry is expanding more and more. Even the government will not take care of it. And these people are equivalent to being recognized by the political axe, but at the same time, they are armed smugglers paid by the Liang family.
Liang Yuanxia enjoyed the admiration of her son very much. He smiled, his eyes narrowed, and the bright eyes turned in his eyes: "That's more than that. If you really want to do military duty in the future, you can recruit these from these Liang's children. If you do more means, you can His men..." The voice of Liang's official, who was full of bad water, was getting lower and lower, which made Liang Pengfei's eyes turn red and he nodded repeatedly.
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Early next morning, Liang Pengfei changed his clothes and took Bai Shusheng and monk Chen with him to the governor's mansion.
After the soldiers guarding the door saw that it was Liang Pengfei, the young man who was very blessed yesterday, it was not difficult to lead Liang Peng to a side hall to wait for the marquis. After waiting for about half an hour, Liang Pengfei's tea continued the water, and then he saw that Fu Marshal in plain clothes walked into the side hall first.
Behind him, there were two people accompanying him. One was burly and dressed in a three-grade military robe, while the other was wearing a folding fan in his hand and dressed as a scribe. He also entered the side hall before. The eyes of the two also fell on Liang Pengfei.
As for the eyes of the scribe, Liang Pengfei noticed a trace of contempt and contempt, which made Liang Pengfei couldn't help but be vigilant.
"The grass people have met the governor." Liang Pengfei took two steps forward and respectfully saluted Fu Kang'an.
"Pengfei doesn't need much courtesy. Sit down." Fu Kang'an stretched out his hand and went straight to the main seat and sat down. After Liang Pengfei saluted the two people who came in with Fu Kang'an, he sat down and waited for the Marshal Fu to speak.
"When Pan Youdu mentioned you to me, I didn't expect that you could have the ability to capture Owen, the sea chief who had been rewarded by me for many years in the Qing Dynasty." Fu Kang'an took a sip of fragrant tea from the maid, raised his hand, and motioned to let these idle people leave. Only the two people who accompanied him into the side hall were left.
Liang Pengfei didn't say anything. He just looked at Fu Kang'an quietly. He knew that Fu Kang'an said such words, which was definitely not for him to answer his luck, luck and so on.
Sure enough, at this time, the middle-aged scribe coughed softly: "Listen to the rumors, you, Liang, seem to be born as a pirate, right?"
This sentence alone is like a thunder rolling through the sky, rumbling in Liang Pengfei's ear.
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(to be continued)