I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

My Daming has plenty of martial arts but chooses culture to win Author: Jiangnan Storyteller

brief introduction:

[This is Dameng Fuguowen in the 19th century]

This book is also known as "The Founder of Reverse Entry, the True Master of America, the Savior of the Yin People, the Nightmare of Europa, the Supreme Leader of Eastern Civilization, the Emperor of the Fourth Ming Empire, the Founder of the Five Hua Alliance, the 3th The greatest thinker, educator, inventor of the century, the dream lover of [-] million girls, the life-long holder of the box office record in the history of movies, the spokesperson of all virtues, the perfect man among the perfect - Zhu Fugui, Kong Yiji, Your Majesty history of struggle

Chapter 001 Jianwen legacy, allowing descendants

AD 1864, Chongzhen 237, March.

At this moment, on the land of China, the Hunan Army besieged Nanjing City, Hong Xiuquan was seriously ill, and the vigorous Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement finally came to an end.

At this moment, on the North American continent, the colonial robbers from Europe were also engaged in a protracted war because of the uneven distribution of spoils, known as the Civil War in history.

Over 200 years have passed unknowingly for Emperor Chongzhen who hangs on the old tree with crooked neck in Meishan.

In the past 200 years, the vicissitudes of life have turned into mulberry fields, and the sun and the moon have changed several times.

Huaxia, which once had the beauty of chapter clothes, has now become a world dominated by long gowns, jackets and braids.

It's just that, and after all, it's not the first time for Huaxia Lu Chen.

However, with the Opium War 20 years ago and the Two Crows War seven years ago, the prelude to a major change unseen in 3000 years began.

The entire Chinese civilization, oh no, it should be said that the entire Eastern civilization, the entire world of the yellow race, has become crumbling in front of the barbaric and bloody colonial invaders.

If you open the perspective of God, you can know that in another 100 years, Japan will be reduced to a colony of Anza, where everything will be taken away; South Korea will fall at the feet of Jesus, from a country of Confucianism to a country of Christian fanatics.

As for the natural leader of the eastern world, the benevolent father of the East Asian countries, the boss of the Chinese Empire has also been sinking in the past 100 years, and was even beaten up by the rebellious son.

……

The light of the oil lamp in front of him was dim, Zhu Fugui recalled the historical changes of the next 100 years in his heart, and the sound of reading in his ears became more and more dull.

"Long live, are you tired of digging coal during the day? Let the old slave give you a shoulder squeeze?"

The sound of reading stopped abruptly, Zhu Fugui came back to his senses, but saw an old man with wrinkled face, coal dust embedded in the wrinkled, but no beard, was about to reach out to rub his shoulders.

"No, no, no, Uncle Li...you continue to study for me." Zhu Fugui hurriedly stopped.

"Long live, how can we mess up the status of the elders and the younger, you must not call the old slave like this..." the old man said worriedly.

To be exact, this old man named Li Chunfa ceased to be a man a long time ago.

"Uncle Li, you don't have to stick to it. Since we are trapped in Citigroup, we naturally need to make more flexibility. If people know about you... I am afraid that many troubles will arise. You must know that those ghosts are very perverted!"

As soon as Zhu Fugui mentioned Guilao, Li Bodun felt a chill in his crotch again, knowing that this matter was no small matter.

I heard from the workers in the mine that there was an old eunuch who escaped from the Dongwang Mansion before and was sold to Citigroup to do hard work.

In the end, somehow, the ghost discovered the difference in his body, and it turned out...

In short, thinking of this incident, Li Chunfa unconsciously shuddered.

"Long Live Lord, you are right, we'd better be careful, but I've been working for six or seven hours today, so I'd better rub your legs for you!"

"Need not!"

Zhu Fugui waved again and again.

Although Uncle Li is gone, and his reading voice is not pleasant, it still has the effect of hypnosis and tranquility.

But this massage...

Just kidding, although the muscles have long been sore from digging mines for more than ten hours during the day, Zhu Fugui is a principled person.

He doesn't accept massages that are not of the opposite sex.

Well, in fact, it was mainly Li Bo's fingers that were full of dirt between the nails, and the palms were covered with thick black calluses, which really made Zhu Fugui somewhat resistant.

Separated from the working people, really separated from the working people.

Zhu Fugui couldn't help shaking his head, these are actually the hands of a pair of unpretentious working people!

In a few days, my hands will also look like this, right?

Spreading out his palm, there were several blisters on the originally white palm.

The blisters were obviously just rubbed out, and the skin hadn't broken yet, and it hurt so badly when touched.

boom!

"Long Live God suffers!"

Li Chunfa knelt down, crying bitterly: "I am sorry for the late emperor, I am sorry for the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty! Long live the golden branches and jade leaves, the body of ten thousand gold, but the old slave..."

"People are starving to death, and the body of ten thousand gold can't be exchanged for food...uh..."

Zhu Fugui suddenly remembered the first time he went to work in the La Push mine today, the Chinese foreman watched him swallow his saliva.

perhaps……

This body can still be exchanged for a bite of food?

bah bah bah!

Zhu Fugui shook his head, and quickly threw this terrible thought out of his mind.

……

Zhu Fugui is no longer the original Zhu Fugui. His soul comes from the 21st century, an ordinary college graduate.

And Zhu Fugui is not even the real name of this body.

As the descendant of Zhu Yunqi, the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and even the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty in jurisprudence, Zhu Fugui naturally has a serious name.

but……

Part-time work is a must.

Only part-time jobs can maintain this kind of life.

So now, Zhu Fugui only uses this rustic name.

How did things come to be like this?

This is a long story.

……

When Zhu Dijing was in trouble, Emperor Jianwen burned himself with a fire.

Many people think that he became the One Piece by sailing out to sea with the help of fire escape.

Zhu Di ordered the Sanbao eunuch to go to the West seven times in order to find his eldest nephew in order to eliminate this worry.

However, the Sanbao eunuch did not find Zhu Yunqi in the end, but only found the long-necked beast "Kirin", and sent it back to Beijing as auspicious.

Africa, India, Arabia, there was nothing he was looking for anywhere.

of course.

Because Zhu Fugui's ancestors did not flee all the way west to Somalia.

The so-called Emperor Jianwen's escape to the West was just a smoke bomb.

In fact, Zhu Fugui's ancestors went to Toyo.

Specifically, it was the great injustice of feudal clans everywhere at that time.

Even, during the Jiajing period, Zhu Fugui's great-great-great-great-grandfather successfully counterattacked the mainland. Wang Shi went ashore and returned to southern Zhejiang to start a small business.

It turned out that this branch of the Zhu family had long since given up the idea of ​​sitting in the world.

But immediately after, Jiashen sky changed and Huaxia land sank.

Since then, Zhu Fugui's great-great-great-grandfather has privately restored the emperor title.

Then, the position of Emperor Ming was passed down to the generation of Zhu Fugui's father.

During the Taiping Rebellion, Zhu Fugui's father thought of rebelling against the Qing Dynasty as soon as his brain became hot, and he followed the example of his ancestors to expel the Tartars and rebuild China.

But it's a pity that his level is not even one star behind Zhu Baba.

This armed peasant uprising led by Zhu Fugui's father, crossed out, and the restorative movement of the former Ming Dynasty were completely wiped out by the local security forces in three days.

After a severe beating, Zhu Fugui's old father was beheaded, and Zhu Fugui and the "Da Nei Guards" also embarked on a journey of escape.

But the good news is that now is no longer the era when the third prince Zhu made the whole world jittery.

Probably because there are too many rebellions in the pre-Ming Dynasty these days, so although Zhu Fugui's father claimed to be a descendant of the Ming Dynasty, the village party secretary of the Qing Dynasty obviously did not believe his lies.

What's more, yamen servants and regiment training also need to be well-fed.

Sending them to work costs money and takes care of their stomachs.

Now that the bandit chief has been put to death, he doesn't care too much about the arrest of Prince Zhu.

After all, they were heading north.

To the north of southern Zhejiang is northern Zhejiang and southern Jiangsu, which is the base camp of Changmao.

This thief probably wanted to join forces with the long-haired thief.

At that time, the Taiping Army was in full swing, and the Shanghai Small Knife Association also unfurled the flag of Ming Dynasty.

With the protection of gods and Buddhas all over the sky and monsters everywhere, Zhu Fugui and his party are like little flies on an elephant, they are not eye-catching at all, so they headed north without any danger.

But their goal is not Nanjing, but Shanghai.

Master Zhu, oh no, the late emperor came to Shanghai when he was doing business, and met a few wine and meat friends.

Hearing that the Songjiang Mansion was restored and the sun and the moon reopened tomorrow, the old eunuch Li Chunfa, who had no sense of politics, led a few loyal servants, and brought along the little Long Live Lord who was enthroned in the Hangzhou Mansion, and planned to go to Shanghai to join the old friend of the late emperor.

The result is...

As we all know, more than 100 years later, another Mr. Zhu from the old Zhu family also met a wine and meat friend.

His hobby is to send people to support the construction of African people.

And the wine and meat friend of Emperor Zhu in the [-]th century, his hobby is to send people to build the wild and virgin land of the west coast of the United States.

In human terms, this guy is a piggy seller.

After tossing and turning in Shanghai for several years and using up all the gold and silver they carried, Zhu Fugui and others were stuffed into a pig boat bound for Citigroup by friends of wine and meat on a dark and stormy night.

And in the turbulence of the sea ship, a soul from the 21st century came across. Coincidentally, it hit the emperor of the Zhu family who was curled up in the bilge.

Chapter 002 Expired Mooncakes and Used Toothpaste

There were still stars and moons in the sky, and before the chickens raised by the Chinese workers crowed, the whips of the foremen sounded.

First, there was a burst of chattering foreign language, followed by Hu Jian's Mandarin.

No matter what era, there are always leading parties.

Nodding and bowing beside the white foreman, bossing around his compatriots is a crooked middle-aged man.

The irony is that this guy called Chen Tou has a big shiny braid, which he cherishes very much on weekdays.

It seems that as long as this braid is taken care of, he will still have roots, and he will not forget his ancestors, and Lord Yama will not embarrass him after death.

Today's America, or Citigroup, is fighting a civil war while constantly eroding the living space of Indians west of the Mississippi River.

Building railways and mining mines require a lot of manpower.

The hard-working Chinese are naturally the best quality labor force.

Although these Chinese workers from Fuguang, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Fuguang are not tall and thin, they can at least support two white laborers or four black slaves when they work.

Yes, there are white people in the mine too.

In 1863, that phantom had not burst forth with its devastating power.

Adult men entering mines and factories often mean that they will not live for ten years.

Even so, the living conditions and wages of these white workers are much better than those of Chinese workers.

This naturally squeezed the living space of white workers.