After Qian Erhua's father and elder brother were broken, he could successfully fill the gaps in the yamen instead of becoming a white servant. Although it cannot be said that it depends entirely on the power of this "Brother Wenxuan", it is absolutely not a loss to give half of the credit to others.

There is no need to say much about the reason. Anyway, when Li Wenxuan first entered the yamen, Qian Erhua's father said a few words in a good manner, which made him bypass a big pit.

However, Li Wenxuan was a loyal minister and filial son of the Qing Dynasty. He did not take the exam when Qian Erhua took the exam.

But it would be fine if it was just that.

There are many people in the world who are like this.

But it was bad because he didn't control his mouth after drinking, and offended the villain and asked someone to report it.

Then the whole family came to Lushun.

But fortunately, it was Lushun that he had acquaintance like Qian Erhua to take care of him, otherwise the Li family would have been bullied.

In the public canteen, a large group of new immigrants were sitting around tables and eating their lunch.

Li Wenxuan and Qian Erhua sat at a table, relatively speechless.

The main reason is that Li Wenxuan didn’t say a word, and Qian Erhua couldn’t find a topic to talk about.

Li Wenxuan's wife and children were sitting next to him, looking silently at the food on the table.

This is the first meal when immigrants arrive, with meat and vegetables, and it is rich.

The child couldn't stand the temptation of delicious food, and kept looking at the meat on the table and swallowing saliva, but was also taken by his father's years of prestige and did not dare to put down his chopsticks before he was allowed.

"Brother Wenxuan, it's so good. It's useless to think too much. Let's have a meal first. The nephews are all hungry. The Zhao family is really good, and the Qing Dynasty will definitely not be able to come back. Don't we still have to live our lives?" Qian Erhua, who was sitting on the left, said again.

This is absolutely true.

The life he lived under the Zhao family was really much better than when he was Daqingguo.

Li Wenxuan nodded silently. Qian Erhua was right. Life still has to go on, otherwise he would have enough time to sacrifice to Daqingguo for such a long time, right?

So the family finally got their jobs.

The white and bright rice is served with potatoes and beef, as well as tofu, fish and wine-stewed round soup, as well as two dishes of vegetables.

They are all small wooden barrels, full of weight.

Several children, because they were not over twelve years old, each of them even had an egg.

Such meals are definitely richer than those of families who want to immigrate.

Even the Li Wenxuan family had to wait until the festival to eat.

After the Zhao family took over Qilu, Li Wenxuan lost his yamen errands. Although he also found a job on the street, his income was much less, and his family's life was much more difficult.

I can't eat much stewed meat in a month.

But this is already good.

These immigrants are all from Qilu, and many of them are mountaineers in the Yimeng Mountains. Even if they can fill their stomachs, they still want to eat good food?

They are so unpalatable to the meat during the Chinese New Year.

My days in the immigration camp were good days, let alone now. I smelled the aroma of beef and fish, and feasted one by one, almost swallowing my tongue, and I was very unbearable in my eating habits.

Several chefs kept moving large buckets of food in, and then someone kept shouting: "Enough food, enough food, but waste is prohibited. Who dares to waste it? Severely punish it and severely punish it."

The same rules as in an immigration camp.

So no one thinks there is anything wrong!

While the immigrants were having a feast in the cafeteria, they were thousands of miles away from Lushun.

Aoyama, who came from Kumamoto, looked at the fresh fish in the plate and almost burst into tears. He hadn't eaten such delicious things for many years. The fish meat was chewed between his mouth and his taste buds were completely satisfied. He thought intoxicatedly.

Aoyama, who was born in a lower-level samurai family, had to leave the Aoyama family since his father passed away. Even though his brother did not treat him badly, his father's illness had already emptied the Aoyama family, which had already barely fed up.

Aoyama left Kumamoto Castle, and later went to the Satsuma tribe. Then he didn't have a few full meals in more than two years.

However, the lower-level samurai who was unsuccessful these days was everywhere in Japan like weeds, and there was not much more than Yui Aoyama.

After wandering in society for three years, Aoyama, who couldn't live a life, simply gritted his teeth and got on the warships of the forward team, preparing to make a fortune in China.

Although he had not paid the money yet, he had a delicious meal and some sake to eat. This made Aoyama Yu very satisfied.

Really, the requirements for the lower-class Japanese samurai in this era are so low.

If they can eat enough, they will sacrifice their lives.

This is not their inferiority, nor is it their own depravity, it is really a helpless act.

A small Japanese, one or two million samurai class, are you kidding?

If someone here could give a full meal to wandering warriors like Aoyama Yu every day, and would often eat some fish and sake, he would be willing to die for it.

Satisfiedly, Aoyama closed his eyes. He thought of his father. When his father was still there, the family could occasionally get together to have a few drinks.

But this feeling and sentimentality were quickly dispelled by a harsh singing voice in my ears.

Aoyama glanced at the side with disdain.

Those were a few samurai who joined him, but they were not as good as themselves. Those down-and-out guys didn't even have a samurai sword and were embarrassed to call themselves a samurai. Aoyama thought with some disdain.

But when he caught a glimpse of the samurai who came from two fronts and two backs, Aoyama immediately became solemn.

He recognized one of the two in the previous two, who was an absolute big shot, Saigo Ritsuka, the head of the stand-up team. It is said that they have been appreciated by the big shots of the Shimazu family. They only need to complete their responsibilities in the stand-up team and can be promoted to a top vassal after returning to Satsuma. This is a completely leap of a class.

(During the Edo Shogunate, the vassals of each vassal were of rank, and they were divided into: family elders, vocabulary, vocabulary, close-up, group leader, common sage, disciple, and sage. Among them, the family elders, the group leader was a sergeant, and generally held positions or management in the vassal, while the common sergeant was a sergeant. In other words, only those above the group leader were qualified to serve as management, while those below the common sergeant were not qualified to serve as managers, and could only serve as servants or as sergeant or retainer.)

The Chinese man next to Saigo Ritsuka was obviously the one sent by the boss of the team.

Aoyama's attention is now all about Saigo Ritsuka.

This is simply his idol.
Chapter completed!