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

Chapter 302 Good Min Certificate and Guandi Temple

This campaign, which the shogunate called "deportation of good people", will not only happen in Hiroshima, but will also take place in various parts of Japan.

Of course, the so-called "expulsion of the beloved" is only a scene seen in the field of vision of the land-loving scholar-bureaucrats and nobles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, or progressive gentry, things are completely different.

As a Japanese with a surname, Miyazaki Chobei is the son of a villager.

His father died of pneumonia two years ago, and Chobei lived with his mother in Hiroshima Castle.

In Changbei's memory, this world is very cruel.

The uncle who invaded his father's inheritance, the grain merchant who smashed his bones, the high-spirited Westerners, the mediocre lord and vassal, and even the temple where his mother spent all her savings and sent herself to study.

This is a world without hope, forever dead.

Especially the wars that have occurred in the past few months have made the Miyazaki family even worse.

Until one day, another group of foreigners who had never seen before entered Hiroshima Castle.

Miyazaki Nagai cautiously looked forward through the gap in the window.

These foreigners are obviously not Japanese, but they are also completely different from the French who entered the city before.

These outsiders, called Ming people, wore neat and decent military uniforms, black boots on their feet, and an extremely long rifle on their backs.

Like most children of the same age, Chobei had heard the word Ming from Joruri's drama "The Battle of the Lords of the Country".

He only knew that Daming was not far from Japan, and that it was a very big country. Other than that, he didn't know much about it.

Unlike the French and the soldiers of the shogunate, these Ming soldiers seemed to have little interest in invading civilian homes.

On the contrary, the unscrupulous elements who took advantage of the chaos and robbed were quickly killed, and the shots were fierce without delay.

Changbei saw with his own eyes that a delinquent who had come to threaten his mother several times because of usury was killed by a tall foreigner with a straight stab.

This kind of concise swordsmanship was never seen by Changbei.

But it is such a group of fierce people who will take the initiative to form a team and walk in an orderly manner on the empty street.

If it was a samurai with the same fighting power, he would have walked with a sword at a pace that would not be recognized by his relatives at this time.

Just because he was curious about why these Ming soldiers walked so rhythmically, which was pleasing to the eye, Changbingwei leaned out of the window, hoping to see more clearly.

And this move changed his life.

The leader of the Ming army suddenly waved to him and shouted in words he could not understand. Chang Bingwei was terrified.

His mother tried desperately to protect him.

But it didn't work.

A few tall Ming soldiers easily captured themselves and sent them to the leader's side.

However, the terrible thing imagined did not happen. The leader of the Ming army just smiled and handed over a candy.

"Dabai Free"

Changbei had learned these three characters in the temple, but he didn't know what they meant when they were connected together.

But when this white candy is put in the mouth, it doesn't matter what it is.

The unprecedented sweetness dispelled the fear in his heart. Changbei raised his head and looked at the sun and moon flag hanging on the square. For the first time, he hoped that this flag could be hung forever.

Early the next morning, Changbei was awakened by a burst of gunfire.

The mother who went out to fetch water ran back to the house in a panic and locked the door with the bolt.

"Mom, what happened?" Chobei asked.

"Shh!"

The woman raised a finger and whispered, "Don't make a sound, those Ming warriors are killing people!"

The woman did not hide anything from Changbei, because she knew that her son was very smart, and he was long past the age of listening to fairy tales.

"Who are they killing? Didn't Mishima-sama say that these are heavenly soldiers and generals from the Royal Paradise, His Majesty Fugui's imperial army, and they are here to protect us?"

"Silly boy... there is no kingly paradise in this world... As for... Mom doesn't know too well, but it is said that Boss Xiaolin and Master Koizumi were taken away by the Anti-Corruption Committee..."

"That's a good thing!"

Changbei waved his fists, "If it wasn't for Kobayashi's pharmacy selling fake medicines, my father would probably not have died! And that Koizumi, the one who sent ronin to force my mother to repay the usury, he must be this guy!"

"Even so..."

The woman held her son in her arms, shook her head and said, "But, I heard people say that the Ming people came to Japan to make money, and when they finish robbing the rich, it will be our turn."

As she spoke, the woman burst into tears.

"Mother, who said this? Didn't Master Mishima say that anyone who speaks ill of the imperial army will be exposed to him?"

Changbei struggled out of his mother's arms, "Besides, Daming is here to help us build the Kingdom of Paradise, so we should donate some property! Besides, do we still have any property?"

"That's right, we are already poor!"

The woman clapped her hands together, and suddenly became energetic, "And we don't have to pay usury, it's great!"

"By the way, Mom still hid some Xiaguan white rice under the bed. I'll make porridge soup for you at noon today!" The woman got up happily and rummaged through the white rice.

Chobei also licked his tongue.

That's white rice from Shimonoseki. Although the mother only puts a handful of rice every time, the porridge shadow soup is really delicious!

Second only to "Dabai Free" toffee!

"Found it!" said the woman happily.

Tuk - tuk - tuk -

At this moment, the door was knocked suddenly.

It may be that the wooden door has been in disrepair for a long time, or it may be that the person who came here was a bit strong, and the door and the bolt fell down.

Outside the room was Xiong Hei, who held a document in one hand and kept knocking on the door with the other hand. Inside the room was a woman who had no time to hide the small bag of white rice.

"Please don't snatch my white rice..." The woman held the rice bag firmly in her hand, looking nervously at the big black man who suddenly appeared.

"Chen Mi?" Xiong Hei frowned.

Although there was a language barrier, the movements of the woman in front of him were still easy to understand.

Xiong Hei was speechless for a while.

The old rice in the hands of this little girl is used to feed the chickens in Fengdu.

And as a native of Yin, Xiong Hei doesn't have a passion for white rice. Rather than eating white rice, he prefers to eat pumpkin tortillas. Of course, barbecue is the one to chase after!

In short, Xiong Hei thought in his heart that this crap is not enough for him to eat a few bites, why should I grab this thing!

"Brother Bear, what happened?"

At this time, Zhao Xizhu, who was also carrying the documents, ran over.

Xiong Hei is Zhao Xizhu's old leader, and he saved his life in the New Yellow River bombardment.

Although both of them are regiment-level cadres now, Xiong Hei is still the big brother, and Zhao Xizhu is still the younger brother.

Seeing Zhao Xizhu's appearance, Xiong Hei, who consciously destroyed civilian property and violated military discipline, quickly said: "Xizhu, don't you know a few Japanese words? I leave this to you. I'll go to the next one. I'll pay you back how much I pay." Pay you back!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

The stumbling Japanese that Zhao Xizhu had learned from Jiaofang Division was unreliable at all.

Fortunately, Miyazaki Nagabei is literate, and with the communication tool of Chinese characters, he finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

Zhao Xizhu took out [-] cents from his pocket and handed it to the woman: "Money, let's repair the door and work!"

Regardless of whether she understood it or not, Zhao Xizhu took out another orange paper from the folder and handed it to her.

Changbingwei hurriedly explained to his mother: "My lord, this is the certificate of good citizens issued by the imperial army. We just need to hang this on the door, and then... He looked at the document and said that we are not only good citizens, you Still an anti-law righteous man!"

Changbei said: "My lord said, according to Cheka's investigation, mother, you once threw eggs at the French devils on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year two months ago?"

"Huh? Is that dark guy French too?"

The woman covered her mouth with an incredulous look on her face, "And how do you know this?"

You must know that eggs are not cheap, and they are used to make up for Changbei. If it didn't happen to be broken, she would not be willing to throw it away that day.

After translation, Zhao Xizhu explained: "At that time, you were trying to help an old woman who was raped by French Indian soldiers, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't help much. In the end, that dark guy succeeded. I ran away early because I was afraid..." the woman said sadly.

"It's also fortunate that you didn't suffer revenge from this Ah San."

Zhao Xizhu nodded, and added, "Now that old lady has joined our Cheka, she is the one who told us about your righteous deeds!"

Zhao Xizhu took back the paper certificate of good citizenship and replaced it with a white iron plaque, engraved with a sign of a pair of big hands holding a rooster's neck. large characters.

"Having the title of 'Anti-Fa Righteous Man', your family will receive a can every month from now on. This is a great favor from His Majesty the Emperor!"

Zhao Xizhu didn't go into details, anyway, after the mother and son have eaten canned braised pork or honey, they will naturally know how great these things are.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Also, tomorrow is the day when the Anzuo Shrine will be demolished and converted into the Tomb of Yongming Warriors. If you and your children have time, you can come and participate. There will be a free lunch then. "

"Oh, right!"

Zhao Xizhu squatted down, touched Miyazaki Changbei's head, and said, "Child, do you like the Three Kingdoms?"

"Three Kingdoms?"

Changbei's eyes lit up, "I like the Three Kingdoms, I like Xiao Qiao!"

He likes Three Kingdoms so much!

The story of Romance of the Three Kingdoms is well-known in Japan, and its popularity is extremely high.

"Little Qiao? Soochow doesn't want it, Shuhan doesn't want to be orthodox!" Zhao Xizhu corrected with a straight face, "We want to build a temple for Guan Yunchang!"

The demolition of shrines and most of the temples in Japan is one of Zhu Fugui's pacification policies.

Because according to the Japanese, the emperor is a descendant of Amaterasu, a god who survives in the world, and shrines and temples are the most active advocates of this theory.

Ming Dynasty wanted to abolish the emperor, so it was natural to eradicate this theory.

In addition to dismantling the original statues and enshrining the real emperor, Emperor Zhao Lie (Zhu Youcai), as in Shimonoseki Akama Shrine, a number of Guandi temples are also planned to be built.

As far as Zhu Fugui knows, the Japanese are obsessed with the Three Kingdoms, Guan Yu is extremely popular in Japan, and there are Guandi temples built spontaneously in Kobe and Yokohama.

Daming can completely push the boat along the way and change all the shrines into Guandi temples.

It can not only turn people's hearts around, but also promote Guan Yu's loyalty, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

You know, Guan Yu's loyalty is loyalty to orthodox righteousness, and in terms of orthodoxy, to be honest, I am the king of dogs in Asia, Daming, and I have never been afraid of anyone!

"Guan Yunchang? Guan Yunchang is also amazing!"

Changbingwei promised excitedly, "Lord Zhao, don't worry, every day I will come with my mother to kowtow to Master Guan!"

Chapter 303

[Inflatable waving inflatable puppet guide advertising opening welcome props dancing star cartoon custom version]

This is a prop Zhu Fugui ordered from the manufacturer in bulk on the platform. It is cheap and affordable, and the quality is also good.

With it, use a small air pump to inflate, and in just 2 minutes, a tall and mighty statue of Guan Gong, more than five meters high and waving, will be erected.

Although the weight is not as good as the clay sculpture, but it is big enough and has a good visual impact.

The huge size, the amazing construction speed, and the moving right hand make those Kansai soil turtles who have never seen anything in the world worship them.

Even Mishima Taro, who has become the chairman of the Anti-Rebellion Committee, was stunned by such a majestic scene.

The little boy Miyazaki Chobei turned pale, and shouted that Master Guan had appeared.

The mighty image of Mr. Guan holding a knife in one hand and stroking it up and down with the other is deeply engraved in the child's young mind.

The completion of the statue of Emperor Guan gave His Majesty Zhu Fugui, who was 150 kilometers away, an extra tens of thousands of cultural points out of thin air.

At the same time, he finally set foot on land again after wandering at sea for more than 20 days and experiencing a fierce battle.

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