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

However, all returnees will be scattered, educated and reformed, and the original gang leaders are no exception, and do not enjoy special political treatment.

[-]. Encourage gang leaders to bring people to Latin America or Southeast Asia for development. Daming will send a letter of appointment with the emperor's seal and a rich Cheng Yi as encouragement.

If these gang members develop well in the future, they will also be able to obtain a steady stream of "National Protection Funds" and even weapons and military assistance from Daming.

No matter which path you choose, it can be said that the conditions offered by Daming are very generous and sincere.

With the help of Jin Yiwei, a considerable number of Chinese laborers and patriotic gang members brought their families to Daming.

What greets them will be a new life and a bright future.

In addition, there are also a group of ambitious tyrants, who brought Ming's silver dollars and commissions, revolvers and opium seeds, and plunged into the chaotic Latin American region to gain a fortune.

Either die, or... become rich, or become a country of its own.

However, there are still some gang leaders who, relying on their status, feel that they have settled down in San Francisco, even opened a factory, rented a pier, and made friends with the sheriff and city councilors.

Of course, the so-called friends are what they think they are, but in fact they are the kind of dogs that have their own meat and bones.

They were unwilling to give up everything they had worked so hard for, and stubbornly stayed in San Francisco.

They even encouraged the ignorant Chinese workers to denounce Daming as a "false Ming".

Among the pictures distributed by Jin Yiwei in San Francisco, there are many "reliable" photos of cultural relics, proving the identity of Zhu Fugui and Zhu Ming's descendants.

These gang leaders could not directly say that Emperor Xinming was a counterfeit, but instead denounced Zhu Fugui as "the legacy of King Fu" and "Queen of King Gui".

And the Hongmen came from the Yanping County Prince's family, as a minister of the Tang Dynasty, naturally they must resolutely resist.

There was even an old guy with a lot of writing in his stomach.

He also specially wrote a "Test of the False Emperor Usurping the Throne", from the siege case in the Wanli period, to the "Tang-Gui Controversy" between Tiandihui and Mu Wangfu, all the way to the point where Zhu Fugui, a guy who has forgotten his ancestors, tried to steal the god's throne.

The whole article is vivid and full of quotations, quite like Chen Lin scolding Cao.

Zhu Fugui also deliberately read this pamphlet and was almost amused.

Zhu Fugui himself wanted to learn from Cao Cao and show the generosity of Duke Zhou, but the times have changed after all.

The life of a dog is not as good as the lives of hundreds or thousands of Chinese workers.

The old wretch did not survive last year's New Year's Eve, and fell into the stinky ditch behind Chinatown by "stumbling".

Jin Yiwei's bared fangs frightened many people, including many Chinese laborers and gang members who were already vacillating.

Therefore, during the few days of the Spring Festival, many Chinese left San Francisco, or went north or south, disappearing into the vast night.

As of January 1, the third year of Dewu, according to the preliminary statistics of "White Hound", the original Chinese population in San Francisco was more than 25. After more than half a year of secret war work, the remaining population is now less than 5.

But these guys are also downright diehards.

A week ago, Daming made a final attempt to send them another evacuation alert through secret channels, but the latter still turned a deaf ear.

What's more, some people even informed the San Francisco government and the California state government of this information, allowing them to arrange defense measures in advance.

So far, Daming has exhausted his benevolence and righteousness, and there is no need to hesitate.

Fifty kilometers east of San Francisco, in the satellite town of Antioch, a battle began.

When the "Hua Brave Death Squad" pointed at by a white man appeared in Qi Wenchang's binoculars, this veteran of the Taiping Army who had killed bloody hands in the south of the Yangtze River had a calm expression on his face.

These guys who shouted "Don't shoot, we are Chinese too" are no longer Ming's compatriots.

Long Live God is a benevolent Lord who has given them so many opportunities.

And I am the blade in Long Live's hand, unnecessary kindness is just a burden.

"Fire!"

Qi Wenchang raised the walkie-talkie and gave the order coldly.

All of a sudden, sparks shot out from three thousand Dewu two-year-style rifles.

There is a hell of Shura ahead.

Chapter 239

In the early morning, the faint golden sunlight shines on the glazed tiles, making them crystal clear.

The temperature in early February has picked up. Looking down from above, the entire Fugui Palace and the surrounding gardens have turned into emerald pendants again.

When the Xinfeng spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, there is also a continuous drizzle, which makes people feel a little chilly.

Zhu Fugui yawned and woke up from a good dream, Yin Susu beside him was gone, probably went to the women's camp for some time.

I looked up at the time, it was already eleven o'clock.

He didn't sleep well last night while guarding the telegram in the command post until midnight, and now Zhu Fugui feels that he can still sleep well.

"It seems that today is also a day to pay tribute to Uncle Wanli!"

After stretching three times in a row, Zhu Fugui climbed off the bed, trotted all the way to the toilet in bright yellow underpants, and booed.

"Your Majesty, Director Li seems to be looking for you for something!"

Suddenly, a female voice with a substandard pronunciation of Chinese characters sounded.

Zhu Fugui was taken aback, and quickly put away Xiao Fugui.

From behind the shower curtain, there was a baby face with creamy lacquer, it was one of the maidservants in the palace.

"Flying Bird, what are you planning to do here in ambushes early in the morning?" Zhu Fugui asked a little displeased.

"Slaves should die..."

Asuka quickly knelt down, still holding a silk handkerchief and a basin in his hand, and was scrubbing the white porcelain bathtub.

Zhu Fugui stretched his head to have a look. The bathtub and tiles had been polished brightly, and there was still a little bit of foam.

Because Beichuan Jingzi is a ninja, Zhu Fugui will inevitably be suspicious of the court ladies.

But in fact, Asuka is just a poor peasant girl, and even Jing Zi has been instigated by Jin Yiwei long ago.

"It turns out that today is the day of general cleaning! You wipe it well, we are busy with our own business!"

As he spoke, Zhu Fugui snapped the shower curtain shut, and then took out Xiao Fugui to fill up the water.

There is no toilet directly connected to the bedroom, which is really inconvenient...

Zhu Fugui couldn't help complaining, was it the same with Principal Chang's Hush back then?

Shouldn't he be infected with syphilis through the air?

To be honest, the toilets in Fugui Palace are big and big, but they are actually not that magnificent.

But in this era, it is definitely more comfortable than the big sister Cixi and Lincoln's big elbow.

The former had to rely on the eunuchs to spray incense ash and wipe the phoenix ditches, while the latter simply had to bathe with feces from the upper reaches of the river.

Speaking of which, Zhu Fugui still admires Lincoln.

He actually escaped the "White House Curse", and so far has not suffered from gastroenteritis due to fecal water butterfly swimming, but his youngest son almost died.

From this, it can be seen that either Lincoln is very talented, or this guy doesn't like to take a bath.

According to the "New York Times" report, Lincoln's youngest son was revived by an old Chinese doctor in New York, and he became a closed disciple of the old Chinese doctor, which made Zhu Fugui a little curious.

It's a pity that the "White Hound" has only just tried to deploy its forces in New York, Montreal, Washington, Philadelphia, Richmond and other eastern cities, and it has not yet been able to send back useful information.

……

Being so frightened by the palace maid, Zhu Fugui had no interest in going back to sleep, and if anything, there seemed to be a smell of meat wafting from downstairs.

Zhu Fugui went downstairs in his pajamas to see if there was anything delicious.

As a result, after walking a few steps along the smell of meat, Zhu Fugui stood on the spiral staircase and saw Yin Susu squatting on the balcony, holding a big bamboo stick, feeding Messi barbecue.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhu Fugui feels that Messi's body seems to be a lot fatter.

This big cat can lick a bunch of chicken in one bite, if he can't beat her, Zhu Fugui must scold these two prodigal girls.

That's right, Zhu Fugui already knew that Messi is a female cat, so there are two prodigal wives in Fugui Palace.

Even Zhu Fugui couldn't beat him.

But although he couldn't beat Messi, Zhu Fugui had already contacted the Royal Hospital to see if she could be sterilized.

After all, based on Zhu Fugui's experience of raising cats in the dormitory, female cats need to be neutered more than male cats.

"Long live, you've woken up!"

Old Li's chubby body moved out from some corner.

He has two pieces of cloth in his hand, one is a large rag for hygiene, and the other is an embroidered handkerchief for wiping his sweat.

Zhu Fugui watched as Lao Li picked up a large blackened rag and wiped his face, but he couldn't stop it in the end.

"Well, I heard Asuka said you were looking for me?" Zhu Fugui asked.

Lao Li wiped his face evenly with a rag, stuffed it into his pocket, and threw the handkerchief to Huannai who was mopping the floor, and ran up the stairs with a puff.

"Long live, the gas in the imperial dining room ran out, and the old slave went to the warehouse to find it. There were so many gas bottles, why didn't there be any?"

"Isn't there still more than half of the bottle two days ago?" Zhu Fugui frowned.

"Isn't Concubine Yin making grilled chicken breast for Messi after returning from shooting? She thinks the electric stove is too slow..." Lao Li said helplessly.

"Can gas be used in the same way?"

Zhu Fugui froze for a moment, feeling the need to emphasize the safety of using fire to Comrade Yin Susu.

"This... since we changed the gas stove in Fenggong Palace last year, we haven't encountered such a thing. Why don't I go to the street to buy a coal stove..."

Old Li babbled on and on, the fact that there was no gas would make him, the head of the house, worry to death.

"That's fine with the coal stove, the smoke is too much!"

Zhu Fugui persuaded: "Those gas tanks are used for other purposes. They have been transferred away. After a few days, new ones will be added. It just so happens that Xinjin has another fishing boat returning to Hong Kong these days. Let's eat fish sticks today." , I remember that Jinli and Maki's fish cakes are very good."

……

What is the best domestic fuel for a new industrial city?

Theoretically it must be electricity and natural gas.

However, there are not many natural gas reserves in Daming, and the mining is difficult, and the electricity consumption is really not in line with the Chinese tradition.

Therefore, the gas tank, something familiar to the post-[-]s and [-]s, came into being.

Of course, most ordinary people still prefer coal-burning stoves, or even firewood and straw.

Inevitably, at dusk, the Fengdu up and down can really "see the smoke rising again, and the twilight covers the earth".

Zhu Fugui intends to promote gas cylinders, or gas tanks.

Gas tanks in later generations are quite cheap, and a 15-kilogram new large steel gas tank costs more than 100 yuan.

The problem is that Zhu Fugui's cultural value reserve has bottomed out due to the past two years of emphasizing industry and despising literature.

New wonders are being made, new books are being written, and even screenplays are being selected.

But distant water cannot understand near fire, and now is the time when the value of culture is in decline.

Therefore, popularizing gas cylinders in Quanfengdu is really not enough.

So in the end, such a good thing has to be used in a small area, so that it will not encounter any obstacles when it is promoted to all citizens in the future.

As for the mass disappearance of more than 200 spare gas tanks in the dangerous goods warehouse outside Fugui Palace, that is another story.

As we all know, even in the 2020s, in Africa, Latin America, the Middle East and other regions, gas tanks made in China are still the most efficient and convenient way of energy transportation, benefiting thousands of households.

However, gas tanks are not only good and cheap, but also versatile...

……

boom--

With a loud bang, a four-story building similar to a Shikumen collapsed in half in the huge explosion, and the rest was crumbling.

Guo Dazhuang got out of the tank, his brain buzzing.

He stretched out his body and gave a thumbs up to the special forces team members on the side: "Brother, what a way!"

Chapter 240 It is advisable to pursue the remaining brave bandits, not to be known as the overlord