The heavens: pushing across all realms

Feng Ji sat in the tub, taking a medicinal bath and thinking.

"No, just opening a tavern to recruit disciples and forming a gang may have some deterrence in the market, but it is not enough to face the Qing court and foreigners."

"I must also take control of the military and equip my people with guns, so that I can have enough say."

His eyes flickered, thinking about how to gain military power.

If he wanted to have military power, he had to be an official, but with his knowledge base, it was impossible to participate in the imperial examination. It was simply unrealistic to obtain an official position through this channel.

What about joining the Boxers?

"Wow~"

A slender hand rubbed behind Feng Ji and helped him wipe his body.

Zhang Shurong's face turned red and she touched her husband's strong back with some obsession.

Although this was not the first time she had seen her husband's body, every time she helped him bathe, her mouth would become dry and her heartbeat would speed up.

She couldn't help but secretly spit at herself, could it be that she was a slut?

Why do you always think about that kind of thing?

She shook her head to wake herself up. Seeing Feng Ji's brows furrowed, she couldn't help but wonder: "Ms. sir, why are you so upset?"

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

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

"ah--"

Zhang Shurong suddenly exclaimed, her pretty face turned red.

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

Zhang Shurong couldn't resist at all, she slumped in his majestic chest and allowed him to do whatever he did.

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

Zhang Shurong was panting heavily and wanted to hold his hand, but she was worried that it would dampen her husband's interest.

He forced himself to stretch his legs tightly and said hurriedly: "My husband...why do you want to...um...become an official-ah!?"

She suddenly exclaimed and quickly covered her red lips.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "The world is in chaos right now. If the Feng family wants to gain a foothold in Jinmen, it is not enough to just rely on money to manage things. They must have their own power."

"But I have no name and no identity. How can I get the government to allow me to form my own force?"

Zhang Shurong squirmed all over, her eyes were watery, and she said hurriedly: "Ms. Sir..., Shurong has a way. You...take your hands out first."

Feng Ji was surprised. He had never thought that Zhang Shurong would have a solution. He couldn't help but subconsciously stopped and asked: "What solution? Come on, tell me."

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

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

Feng Ji was stunned when he heard this.

Donate an official position?

He really didn't think of this method.

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

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

Zhang Shurong immediately spread this knowledge to Feng Ji.

The system of donating officials existed as early as the Qin Dynasty and has existed ever since.

However, all dynasties were very strict. During the Qianlong period, because Qianlong often fought wars and the treasury was empty, in order to replenish the treasury, some restrictions on the official donation system were relaxed and became easier.

During the reign of Guangxu, the Qing Dynasty was in decay, and the national treasury had long been depleted. The Qing government continued to relax the official donation system.

The price has been falling again and again. In the past, a real job cost 16,400 taels and a virtual title was 5,240 taels. Now, you only need 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 to the officialdom.

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

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

The advantage of having a real job is that the Qing government will really give you such a real job, let you be an official, receive a national salary, and provide you with government offices.

A fictitious position only has its name, and there is no real yamen and jurisdiction, and there is no salary to receive.

But Feng Ji didn't care. If there was no room, he could take up space himself.

All he wants is an identity.

Feng Ji burst out laughing: "Shurong, you have helped me a lot, I want my husband to thank you properly!"

Suddenly water splashed everywhere, and Zhang Shurong exclaimed.

The house is full of beautiful spring scenery.

…

The next morning, after Feng Ji finished boxing, while eating breakfast, Feng Ji put forward his idea.

"Dad, if we want to gain a foothold in Jinmen, I think it's not enough just for us to clear up the relationship."

Feng Changren was surprised and asked: "Why?"

"It is better to seek help from others than to seek yourself. Why can't we form our own forces and occupy a place in Jinmen?"

Feng Changren was stunned for a moment. He had been doing business all his life. To be honest, he really didn't want to get involved in the underworld or the white side.

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

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

Feng Ji said in a deep voice: "If you don't have the strength yourself and just beg for help, sooner or later there will be no one to turn to. Who will we rely on then?"

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

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

Feng Changren hesitated and asked, "What are your plans?"

"My son wants to donate his official position and buy a guerrilla general. At the worst, he has to buy a military attaché with a rank of general or above."

Feng Changren was stunned: "A military attache? Why a military attache?"

In the late Qing Dynasty, the custom of valuing civility over military affairs still existed. In the center of political power, military attachés still belonged to the bottom.

A single word from the civilian clique can remove a military attaché from his post.

But Feng Ji didn't need to think about this. The reason why civilian officials could dismiss military attaches was because the military attaches' soldiers were the soldiers of the Qing government.

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

These people can only listen to themselves.

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

"Dad, now that I have the status of a military attache, I can train my own troops. Although the official number cannot exceed a certain number, I can build a martial arts gym, recruit more disciples, and secretly expand the establishment. Who knows?"

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

Feng Changren nodded frequently when he heard this. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'll ask your Uncle He and Uncle Gui to come over later and discuss it carefully."

Feng Ji suddenly laughed.

Now in Feng Changren's eyes, Feng Ji is no longer the young boy he used to be.

Since Feng Ji killed robbers and Japanese, the most authoritative person in the Feng family is no longer Feng Changren, but Feng Ji.

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

Let Feng Changren do 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 gym is easy to handle. Just find a few martial arts masters to come over when the time comes."

"The main thing is about military training. We have to find ways to find some people who really know how to train soldiers."

Feng Jike didn't have time to teach his disciples. He could just sit in the boxing gym and let other boxers do the teaching.

It's hard to find talented people to train soldiers.

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

There is no need to rush this matter, since the official donation has not been completed yet.

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

This time we met with Nong Jinsun in the private room of Guyue Tower.

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

It was dinner time at this time, and Guyuelou's business was booming and bustling.

There were many young people from the world drinking and eating meat. A young man came forward, asked some questions, and led a few people to the private room on the third floor.

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

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

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