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

Li Hongzhang couldn't bear it any longer, hugged Sha Jingfang's surveying instrument, and said with grief: "My son Jing Fang, why is this so? You are going to die for your father!"

"Master Li, please respect yourself!"

Sha Jingfang frowned and said, "In terms of work, I am a second-class engineer of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty, and Yuanwai Lang Sha Jingfang is also the same. In terms of academics, I am the first disciple of Zhu Fugui, the chief priest of the Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty.

Today, I am here to inspect the imperial mausoleum on behalf of the emperor, not only because of my work status, but also because of my academic status, but I am not in the capacity of your son Li Jingfang, Mr. Li.

Lord Li, if you disturb the emperor's messenger, you will be beheaded! "

"you you you!"

Li Hongzhang's face turned blue and white, and he gritted his molars and said, "As the saying goes, brothers who fight tigers, father and son soldiers in battle, and if the father is of the nine tribes of Yi, you will be the second to behead. Raising you so big, isn't it true?" Don't you even understand the principle of concealment between relatives? Why didn't you refuse the money that I called you every month before becoming a father for your education?"

Seeing that the old father said so, Sha Jingfang could only whisper: "Father, for the sake of the book fees, I would like to advise you to stand tall, and you must not only stare at the silver, but at your feet." This Gusu has one-third of an acre of land.

China is very big, and the world outside of China is even bigger.

You and the former Lord Zuo, as well as the officials of the provinces, want to compete for the favor of the Holy One in the old place of China. This is called: internal scroll.

If you want to break this situation, Lord Zuo has already set an example. Only by going out to a wider world, can you earn a fortune for the scriptures, otherwise it will be nothing but a dream!

Well, as Li Jingfang, I'm done talking here, and it's time for Sha Jingfang to work!

Oh, by the way, the "Law of the Great Ming Dynasty" was capped at the end of the day, and there is no continuous sitting, so you, Mr. Li, have committed the crime of treason, and I am still a student of the emperor, an upstart from the Ministry of Industry, so you don't need to worry too much!One day, I will put you together and send you back to the funeral, please rest assured! "

After finishing speaking, Sha Jingfang didn't care whether Li Hongzhang could listen or not, and didn't care about his bluish and purple face, and continued to check in detail.

Chapter 484 The Riot in Suzhou City

If the warnings of Liu Mingchuan and Sha Jingfang were just abstract words, when Li Hongzhang saw the mighty Mingtian soldiers and imperial guards on the top of Suzhou City three days later, he fully understood why they could be called the Son of Heaven, and even called him the Son of Heaven. "God, how many teachers do you have" as an excuse, dare to presume to call heavenly father!

What an army that is!

Li Hongzhang, who has been in the army for a long time, estimated with his eyesight that the total number of this army should be around [-].

2 people, not too many.

Although the Huai army is now eating a lot of money, it has expanded its army several times, at least 9 to [-].

However, people cannot be generalized.

Some people can really kill a tiger.

Some people will only feed the tiger with a shovel!

Not to mention those creepy armored chariots, not to mention the agricultural dump trucks and sidecar motorcycles so numerous that Li Hongzhang doubted his life, not to mention the cannons pulled by strong Shire horses, and the competition on the Suzhou River. There were much more cargo ships last time, and Li Hongzhang shuddered just because of the soldiers on foot.

When they passed by Suzhou City, they didn't know whether they were showing off their power or simply wanted to show some tricks to the citizens of Suzhou. Following Mo Bai's command, the team suddenly changed into a straight step, making the sound of pattering footsteps.

It was deep winter, and Ming's troops were all wearing woolen overcoats of the German three improved style.

As an artist, Mustache has absolutely no problem with aesthetics.

At least his clothes are just on point for the Chinese.

The well-informed citizens of Suzhou even saw the high-end woolen materials of these soldiers' clothes!

The one who wears this kind of clothes is of course Bing Ye!

The previous one could only be called Qiuba!

The soldiers suddenly kicked up the goose step and startled the citizens.

This is a march, not a drill, and Zhu Fugui didn't send an order to shout slogans such as "armed defense of Marshal Zhu".

But it is this kind of silence with only the sound of footsteps and the low sound of the engine, without any whispering or gossip, that is more depressing and daunting.

Whether you are from Suzhou or Shanghai, you are used to seeing the green battalion of the Qing Dynasty and the beggar soldiers of the Huai Army and the Taiping Army, and you have also seen the British style of the foreigners and the red-headed assam. .

But it was the first time for them to see Daming's Chinese infantry code.

In Zhu Fugui's view, the Chinese foot drills of later generations are undoubtedly perfect, with the combination of hardness and softness, and the movements are stretched and powerful. Zhu Fugui did not change a single movement.

To be honest, the level of infantry drills of the Ming Guards is not very good, it is a bit messy.

But combined with the killing aura tempered in iron and blood on them, it is far more breathtaking than the special military parade and celebration troops.

In fact, these fighters have indeed just come off the battlefield.

Li Hongzhang had good eyesight, and Zhu Fugui brought more than [-] combat troops this time.

Because Zhu Fugui didn't plan to go on a personal conquest like Nasan did, the Ming Dynasty didn't have a special regiment of imperial troops.

There is only one guard regiment composed of absolute elites, with only 1200 people.

This kind of establishment is usually enough to defend Marshal Zhu.

But going deep into enemy-controlled areas to show off their might is definitely not enough manpower.

Therefore, this time, four brigades with a total of more than 1000 people were drawn from Mo Bai's Dingguo Army.

More than 1 people were transferred from Xiong Hei's Polar Expeditionary Force, also known as the Northeast Army, and handed over to the command of "Young Marshal" Mo Bai.

The reason why so many people were withdrawn from the Northeast Army was because the first phase of Daming's sweeping of holes in the Outer Northeast and Alaska had ended.

With the advent of winter, even the three northeastern provinces also had terrible white snow, not to mention the outer northeast and Alaska.

It is really not wise to station a large army in that place.

Anyway, all the strongholds of the Tsarist Russian Far East Colonial Team have been destroyed. Even if there are fish that slip through the net and escape into the mountains, the harsh winter in the Outer Xing'an Mountains, as well as the Siberian tigers that go hungry in winter, will teach them how to behave.

fighting tribe?

nonexistent.

In later generations, Maozi workers in forest farms are buried in Xiongkou every year. Zhu Fugui has seen related photos, and the scene is extremely bloody. The so-called Siberian hamster is just an urban legend.

Maozi couldn't do it, and Daming's soldiers didn't have to force it, so they withdrew back to Edo and Osaka to rest for a month, and then joined the temporary imperial army.

Such a bloody army walked silently under the city of Suzhou.

The sound of thumping footsteps seems to fall on the hearts of Suzhou people.

At this moment, they finally clearly understood that Daming is not only exquisite cotton cloth, not only high-end watches, not only flour, shoes and socks, bags, shirts and belts, but also bayonets and cannons, and iron-blooded will!

Daming, he can kill people!

"It's over!"

Suddenly, an elderly scholar fell to his knees with a plop, which was particularly harsh in this quiet place.

"It's over? What's over? Old man, what are you talking about?"

Huaiyong, who was maintaining order, picked up his whip and wanted to whip him, but he held back after looking at his scholar gown.

The old scholar didn't care, and shouted loudly: "Fathers of Suzhou, do you still remember the story of Emperor Hongwu and King Cheng?"

The story of King Cheng Zhang Shicheng and Zhu Yuanzhang is well-known in Suzhou City.

Zhang Shicheng developed education in Suzhou, rectified folk customs, opened the Hongwen Museum, melted the bronze Buddha of Chengtian Temple, and cast "Tianyou Tongbao", which replaced the Zhizheng banknotes of the Yuan Dynasty and circulated in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which played a role in stabilizing prices and markets in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Very big effect.

King Cheng won the hearts of the people in Suzhou, so that when Zhu Yuanzhang went to the east, all the people in Suzhou Prefecture saved money to support Zhang Shicheng.

This angered Zhu Yuanzhang, and he entered his small notebook.

After eliminating Zhang Shicheng, Zhu Yuanzhang set punitive high taxes on Suzhou Mansion, so that the tax revenue of Suzhou Mansion was nine times higher than that of Jia Sidao in the Southern Song Dynasty.

On the contrary, Zhejiang, which invested in the Ming Dynasty early and helped Xu Da's army in the Northern Expedition, has a lower tax base than Shanxi, which can be said to make a fortune silently.

During the Hongwu period, the taxation of the Suzhou prefecture was even higher than that of Zhejiang as a whole.

There are many families of scholars in Suzhou, and these old almanacs have been completely passed down, and there are many people who know them.

"Folks, this moment is just like that moment!"

The old scholar howled and shouted, "Those cunning Hangzhou people followed Zuo Zongtang to vote in advance! We follow Li Hongzhang, isn't it the same as we followed Zhang Shicheng back then? When the Great Ming Shark comes back, our mothers, I'm afraid it's not because of the tax." It's turned upside down!"

"The old gentleman awakened the dreamer with one word!"

When the common people heard the old scholar's words, they immediately felt that it was too reasonable.

There is heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are both good places, but with different bosses, the result is quite different!

At this time, another human said, "Then how can we prevent the Ming Kingdom from coming back? Shall we donate money to the Huai army to buy guns?"

"Donate you a banana peel! You have thirteen points!"

In addition, the citizens with clear minds hurriedly said, "Open your dog eyes and see, these heavenly soldiers can be stopped by your three dollars and two dollars?

And don't you have to ask Daming to buy the guns of the Huai soldiers?

Can we have good results if we follow Li Hongzhang, that Anhui guy?Folks, go home and kill the chicken and stew meat, and then invite the best troupe to come, let's eat the pot of pulp quickly and go to work for Master Wang! "

Li Hongzhang closed his eyes silently watching the Suzhou people rioting because of a small goose step performance.

"Is this part of your plan?"

Li Hongzhang heaved a long sigh, "I thought Li was not as good as you in terms of utensils, but I didn't expect that the strategy was too far behind. Li was convinced, completely convinced..."

At this time, Zhou Yushan hurried over: "Duke Ming, there is chaos, the whole city is in chaos, the tree camp can't be suppressed, and the common people are clamoring to go out of the city to welcome Master Wang! Shall we bring the Qing camp back?"

"No need, this is what the people want, let them go!"

Li Hongzhang shook his head, and suddenly said, "Yushan, go prepare the thorns and fast horses for the old man, the old man is going to ask the heavenly father and saint for the thorns!"

Chapter 485 It's a real hammer, the rich kid is really a tyrant!

In later generations, Zhu Fugui once visited the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, and was quite disappointed to be honest.

The Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty has become dilapidated after the war in the late Qing Dynasty.

The Qing court once ordered Zeng Guofan to restore the Xiaoling Mausoleum, which seems to be very broad-minded.

But it's similar to Laomei's delivery of vaccines, boasting loudly, but not paying a single cent.

Zeng Guofan himself was so poor that he had to disarm the army several times. How could there be money to repair the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty.

So it's no surprise that later generations of tourists were disappointed.

On the contrary, the Meiling Palace next to it looked good, which is why Zhu Fugui later built the Fugui Palace for himself.

But in this life, when Li Hongzhang dropped 70 taels of silver, things were completely different.

Although Sha Jingfang found many flaws, the flaws are not concealed. On the whole, Li Hongzhang's ability to repair gardens is still very strong.

Solemn yet elegant and warm.

He is indeed a man who chats and laughs happily with the owner of Lingering Garden, and he is very good at aesthetics.

As for some engineering flaws, isn't there a tail insurance?

Just ask Mr. Li to spend another 30 yuan to make up the whole thing.

As for the matter of silver being corrupted, it is true, but it also depends on who it is compared with.

Compared with the elderly Xingzhen who spent 3000 million taels to repair the garden, Li Hongzhang and his subordinates are already Hai Rui per capita.

In fact, Zhu Fugui was very confused, how did Lao Xingzhen spend 3000 million taels of silver to repair the garden in history.

You know, this is the total military expenditure of the Qing Dynasty for four years, which is enough to build 4 Zhenyuan or Yoshino ships.

Later, Zhu Fugui learned that Xingzhen had to eat 30 dishes for a meal, and the court purchased an egg for 1 taels of silver, equivalent to [-] yuan...

In this way, it doesn't seem so exaggerated for Xingzhen to spend 3000 million taels of silver to build a garden.

Just 100 million eggs.

Army chicken farms in Xinjin can lay three to four million eggs a year.

If possible, Zhu Fugui really wanted to sell eggs directly to the Forbidden City.

Of course, this is impossible, because the sky-high price of eggs is of course not the chicken farmers, but the eunuchs up and down in the Forbidden City.

All in all, compared to the Manchu Qing court, the Huai army is undoubtedly a younger brother when it comes to greed for money.

Anyway, it wasn't his own money, so Zhu Fugui had nothing to complain about.

So when Li Hongzhang knelt down in front of him with bare arms and a few thorns on his back, Zhu Fugui didn't say anything serious.

I just told him softly to pay attention to his body, eat and drink well.

But for some reason, Zhu Fugui found that the more amiable he was, the more Li Hongzhang trembled like chaff.