1890 King of Southeast Asia

"The vote counting is over, 783 votes in favor, 192 votes against, and 25 abstentions,"

"The four vote counters, seven random inspectors, and three permanent inspectors have confirmed that there is no sign of fraud or manipulation this time, and this vote is confirmed to be valid."

"I declare that the Imperial Supplementary Law has passed the resolution, and this bill will officially become part of the imperial law."

The rotating chairman slammed the gavel heavily, yes, the gavel.

At first, the judges of Nanhua still used small gavels to render, and then for various reasons, the parties that took the lead in inheriting Han culture began to use traditional props.

The Huaxia Empire was established, and the Imperial Parliament expanded further. To some extent, it can even be regarded as great powerism, but the base is Huaxia, with strong absorption capacity.

As time goes by, the gavel replaced the gavel again.

"Silence, silence!" The rotating chairman is an old man in his sixties. Looking at the buzzing and lively parliament, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Everyone present here is a member of the Imperial Parliament. Your every word and action is related to the future of the empire. With such an important task, everyone should be conscientious and careful, fearing that they will make a mistake."

"And what you did just now was really improper. I hope you will not make mistakes."

After everyone quieted down, the rotating chairman said reluctantly.

The Huaxia Empire still does not quite understand the meaning and operation of constitutional monarchy.

Even in the eyes of the rotating chairman, the parliament is equivalent to the convergence of some of the powers of the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Rites and the Censor in the court system.

Especially in dealing with national affairs, the parliament is almost enough and can manage everything.

"Next, the Speaker will submit this bill to His Majesty, and after signing and stamping it, it will be implemented throughout the country."

Sun Zaizhi stood up after hearing this, took the decree, and walked towards the palace with his chest and head held high. His majestic appearance was like that of a general.

"Once this decree is issued, the chaos caused by those opium addicts in various places... should be over."

"All members of parliament are elected by the elders of their hometowns. You should follow the will of the people and strictly supervise the implementation of the decree. You must not let down the court and the elders of your hometown."

The rotating chairman talked for a long time until Sun Zaizhi took out the decree with his signature and seal, and then the rotating chairman ended.

The beginning of this bill stipulates that the people have the right to freely march and express their wishes. This right is not restricted or violated if it does not affect the safety of the public.

Of course, the more important thing about this article is that it explains the impact on public safety later, proposes ten felonies, and the scope of application for criminals and mentally ill people.

On the one hand, the parliament guarantees the legitimacy of the people's rights in the form of law, which also guarantees the legitimacy of the parliament.

On the other hand, at least for now, this has temporarily solved the activities of addicts from the root. Why can the two words "fundamentally" and "temporarily" be put together?

Because "fundamentally" is not immutable, but will change over time.

Liu Yiming didn't know what the future would be like, and Sun Zaizhi and Huang Keqiang didn't know even more.

However, just two months after the law was announced, Sun Zaizhi supervised the various departments of law enforcement and trial, arrested more than 300,000 people, and sent them to Huang Keqiang.

To be honest, Huang Keqiang had no way to deal with these drug addicts. He couldn't kill them, and he couldn't ignore them. But he couldn't find any other characteristics of these people except eating rice and making trouble.

So Huang Keqiang simply sent these drug addicts to Qingning and other places. They helped to farm in places suitable for farming, and helped to herd sheep in places not suitable for farming.

Those who can adapt live, and those who can't adapt die. There is a saying.

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April 19, Neon, Kyoto, the temporary government station.

After Terauchi reorganized and moved various institutions to Kyoto, he did not look for a new house to live in. Even if the local samurai family gave him a courtyard, he did not go, but lived in this temporary government station.

For unknown reasons, the samurai gave Terauchi a reputation of being honest and upright, saying that Terauchi lived in the government residence because he was afraid of disturbing the people of Kyoto.

But they didn't know that Terauchi lived in the government residence simply to make everyone feel at ease.

"Jiro, did Ichiro send a telegram?" Terauchi wore a pair of reading glasses and looked at the documents under the dim light.

Perhaps the light was too weak, after looking for a while, Terauchi took off his glasses and rubbed his swollen eyes.

"No, Ichiro hasn't contacted us for three days." Jiro lowered his head and said worriedly.

"Sir, will Ichiro..." Jiro gritted his teeth and asked worriedly.

After all, what they were going to do was a shocking event that had never happened in the history of the empire. Even though Ichiro was Jiro's brother, Jiro couldn't help but doubt it.

"No, Ichiro has been by my side for more than ten years. I know him. If he wants to do something, the military police should be here by now." Terauchi's tone was calm, but there was a trace of sadness between his brows.

"How are the arrangements for the First Division?" Terauchi shook his head and asked again.

"There are already three squadron leaders and thirteen team leaders secretly colluding. It won't take too long. But...if His Majesty Tianhuang comes out to stop it, everything will be exposed."

He formulated a series of plans, including using his own people to control the National Team, which was complex and had not received much education on loyalty to the emperor, to seduce the dissatisfied lower-level soldiers, to encourage the soft shield of civilians and samurai, to clear the resistance forces in advance, etc.

Everything was a set of sets. This old man who had experienced decades of war had brought his experience to the extreme.

The purpose was to pull the locusts off the altar.

Of course, this goal was currently hidden. Terauchi knew that the core class of Neon who had experienced the Meiji era could not directly accept the locusts.

The current goal was to clear the emperor's side.

"We must find out the specific time of their launch and insert some of our people into it." Terauchi said expressionlessly.

"My cousin has been inserted and can be trusted. But he is very confused, wondering if this is a treasonous act." Jilang asked this answer because he and people like him wanted to know whether this was treason.

"From the perspective of the great empire, it is no surprise, yes." Terauchi took a breath, but his eyes were still calm.

"Huh?" Jiro's eyes widened. He wanted to hear "no" from Terauchi, even if it was a lie.

"Our actions will directly disrupt the strategy of the decisive battle on the empire's homeland. After that, whether it succeeds or fails, the empire can only accept the result of defeat." Terauchi did not intend to hide it from them.

Or rather, it was impossible to hide it.

Even if the soldiers did not know before the launch, once the action started, anyone with a little bit of brains knew what would happen.

If they were not allowed to agree in advance, the lower level would refuse to execute the order, which would only make the upper level more arrogant.

This was not what Terauchi wanted.

"But for the 50 million people of the empire, we are their saviors. We are not saving the empire, but the 50 million people of the empire."

"These people are the foundation of the empire and the foundation of the imperial nation. They should not give everything for a war that has already failed."

"The empire is currently in hunger, disease, cold, and turmoil, and those people don't care about the survival of the foundation of the empire at all. They only think about war, war, and war."

"Since this year, the empire has starved to death thousands of people, millions of children are malnourished, and last winter, due to lack of fuel, hundreds of thousands of people were frozen to death and frostbitten."

"The wounded and the sick often cannot get effective treatment due to lack of medicine and nutrition, and they deteriorate in bed."

"The people are the foundation of the empire, and children are the future of the empire. If this problem cannot be solved, even if the decisive battle on the home front achieves the final result, the empire will have no future."

Terauchi knew that he needed to give young people a lofty ideal. Young people are like this. They don't care so much about interests. They are purer and more noble.

Once upon a time, the reformists held high the banner of the revival of the locust country and united a group of young people. They wore simple clothes, used simple weapons, and ate two rice balls mixed with mud and sand a day.

Then, they defeated the "well-equipped" shogunate army and ushered in the Meiji era. Terauchi was one of them.

However, the foundation of the Meiji era was the middle and lower-level samurai, and this time, Terauchi's foundation was ordinary Japanese, although they may not know it.

"Jirang, all this must change. Keep an eye on the First Division. Believe me, even if we fail, we can make changes. Our sacrifice is worth it. Future generations will move us into the shrine."

"Hai!" Jilang's eyes were red, and he was almost runny. He was obviously fooled.

"My lord, there is a letter for you from Tokyo." The attendant knocked gently on the door outside.

"Tokyo?" Terauchi's eyes lit up, and Jilang saw this and immediately went out to take the letter.

"Great! Ichiro has controlled all the second-line troops in the Tokyo area, and the entire Tokyo area is currently under his control." Terauchi was refreshed and in high spirits.

"Great, sir, what should we do next?" Jiro asked.

"Replace the people along the railway line with trustworthy people, and wait for the First Division to start the action for the rest." Terauchi handed the letter to Jiro.

"Hai." Jiro did not read the letter, but threw the letter into the fire beside him, ignited it directly, and burned it to ashes.

Terauchi was waiting for the spy planted in the First Division to pass on the news to him so that he could carry out the plan.

Captain Muta of the First Division was also waiting for his friends to reach an agreement.

Captain Muta's friends were active in many aspects, and these people kept complaining about the bigwigs.

Originally, he didn't want to participate, but as the blockade continued, he realized that he had no choice.

[Author's digression]: I have changed it many times, and I don't know where I went wrong...