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

It can only be said that the 200-year rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty in the Central Plains was not without achievements, at least in terms of cultivating obedient people.

Liu Jie wrapped the braid carefully. He knew it was very valuable, and then turned his head and said, "If you die today, you will die, if you plan to do something big, you will die too. Waiting for death, is it possible to die a country?"

These few polite words are not difficult, and the fist fighters understand them all.

"Lord Liu, I'll go with you!"

A bold Min Zhuang broke his heart and said to the crowd: "Master Liu is right, I have a distant relative who works as a noodle in Henan, and then boarded the boat to Daming in a daze. I heard my mother said, A few days ago, he secretly returned to his hometown, and took her old lady to Minglijian to enjoy the blessings!"

"That's right, anti-fucking bird court, they are with foreign devils! I heard that the lady named Xingzhen slept with foreigners, and she slept with Lord Xianfeng, ah, bah, slept with dog Xianfeng Where is the dragon bed!"

"But, Mr. Liu, how do we find Ming people to join us in Tianjin? Now there are soldiers who have shaved their heads outside. I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to kill them!"

"Brothers, we are all vulgar people. If we die, we will die. Mr. Liu is the master of Juren, the backbone of scholars all over the world. We must fight to the death to escort Mr. Liu out no matter what we say!"

"..."

Between everyone's words, Liu Jie suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, your kindness is appreciated by Liu, but Liu doesn't go anywhere, just stays in Tianjin City, we still have more Important task!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, everyone was surprised again.

Staying in Tianjin, isn't this waiting to die?

The magistrate and the admiral have been exiled for three thousand miles. To be honest, Mr. Liu...

You, the magistrate, are the most likely to be beheaded!

Unexpectedly, Liu Jie had a calm expression on his face, twirling his beard and saying: "The world situation is always confusing, and the country's affairs are so difficult. Once Gui Ming thinks about it, the world is wide in an instant. Please, Mr. Liu!"

He clapped his hands, and saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance coming out of an unknown corner behind him.

A Tianjin local Quan Zhuang immediately recognized it and said, "Isn't this the boss Liu of Chunliu Rouge in Qianmen Hutong?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet you! It's next!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu still had the image of a simple and honest middle-aged man, he cupped his fists and bowed to several people, "However, I still have another identity."

Speaking of this, Boss Liu's short and stooped figure suddenly straightened a bit, and his eyes burst out with a bit of sharpness.

He tore off the long gown that was covering his body, revealing a bright red flying fish suit underneath.

Snapped!

A small token was patted on the table, and Boss Liu introduced himself: "I am a hundred households of Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty. Jinyiwei works and is licensed by the emperor. Listen to it! Where is Liu Jie, the Jinyiwei Fujin who was naturalized by Daming Huoxian?"

"I am humble!"

Liu Jie hastily performed a newly learned military salute of the Ming Dynasty.

"You are limited to sorting out the crimes of various foreign temples within a week. There is no need for evidence for this matter, it can be rumored! In addition, list the church members. This matter needs to be carefully screened, and no one person must be wronged!"

"Yes!"

Liu Jie first agreed, and then he looked happy, "Within a week... Could it be..."

Realizing that when Master Wang landed might be a secret among secrets, Liu Jie stopped immediately.

Who would have thought Boss Liu laughed out loud, and said, "Master Wang of Ming Dynasty is the sharp sword of the Son of Heaven, so there is no need to keep it secret and pass it on. A week later, Master Wang will arrive in Tianjin, where he eats pots of pulp!"

Chapter 496 This Wasn't My Initiative

April [-]th, the sixth year of Dewu, Ching Ming Festival.

This is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation, and its importance made even the Qing government dare not abolish it or change its name because of the taboo.

Tomb-sweeping Day is also called Cold Food Festival and Outing Qing Festival. It is not only a solemn festival for sweeping tombs and offering sacrifices to ancestors, but also a festival for people to get close to nature, go outing in the green and enjoy the fun of spring.

But for the people of Tianjin, this year's Tomb-sweeping Day is nothing but sadness.

The arid and rainless North China Plain did not receive as much drizzle as in the south of the Yangtze River, but the gloomy sky still made people feel depressing.

People in Tianjin and nearby counties, even those who came from Shandong, disregarded Governor Zeng’s repeated orders and repeated prohibitions, and spontaneously came to the square in front of the Sankou Commercial Yamen to pay their respects to the martyrs who died in the tragedy more than a month ago, Mourning for the children who have vanished from the world indistinctly.

White paper money was flying all over the sky, and the soot smeared the already gloomy sky even more desolate.

Following Governor Zeng's order to maintain order in the square, the Hunan Army, who was strictly guarding against further incidents, also showed a look of impatience.

Turn a blind eye to the mourning crowd and let the crowd gather more and more.

As for Zeng Guoquan, who was entrusted by Zeng Guofan to lead the army here, he simply hid in the nearby Cuiweiju to listen to the music, out of sight and out of mind.

The younger brother of the sage who captured Hong Renda and Li Xiucheng alive in history and personally ordered his troops to burn, kill and loot the people for seven days and nights is also in a complicated mood at this time.

Peng Yulin is an outsider after all, so he can say that he is not sick.

But Zeng Guoquan has been firmly bound to his brother for a long time and cannot be separated.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of Western musical instruments came, overwhelming the Yaya singing.

Zeng Guoquan hurriedly ordered someone to open the window and look, only to see a group of aggressive foreign soldiers and catechists coming from the east, brutally pushing the mourning people away.

Feng Daye, Consul of the Third French Republic in Tianjin, accompanied a group of gentlemen, Western noble ladies and Chinese mistresses, and got off the carriage talking and laughing.

Zeng Guoquan couldn't care less about listening to the music, so he quickly dismissed the troupe and rushed over.

With his own soldiers, he stopped in front of Feng Daye and others, and persuaded: "Your Excellency the Consul, today is a special day, this place is very dangerous, please go back to the consulate!"

Feng Daye put his arms around a well-known local prostitute, and said with a smile: "Ailian told me that this is your paper money day.

Your Excellency, please rest assured that it is the duty of the priests to prevent these ignorant and foolish people from worshiping idols, and I am only here to have some fun with gentlemen from all over the world. "

"Fun?"

Zeng Guoquan had a bad premonition in his heart, and was about to speak to stop him, when a red-headed assan stretched out his hand and pushed him away.

It was only then that Zeng Guoquan noticed that Counselor Powell of the British Consulate in Tianjin was also here, and he also had a Chinese prostitute in his arms, obviously being entertained by Feng Daye.

With Britain and France at the same time, Zeng Guoquan didn't dare to say anything more, and he glanced briefly. Among the foreigners who came today, he knew several diplomats or military attaches from the great powers.

Although their highest rank is only consuls, and the rank of military attache is no higher than a major, it stands to reason that Zeng Guoquan, as the first-class earl of the Qing Empire, stands out from the crowd.

But not to mention consuls and counselors, just random foreign businessmen, priests, or even ordinary sailors, what can Zeng Guoquan and Earl Zeng do with them?

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

The foreigners pushed the Hunan Army away with their nostrils up and walked into the square. Even the missionary apologists who followed them and acted as second devils all squinted at these southern barbarians Qiu Ba.

To be honest, when the Hunan Army entered the city, they were terrified, and many people fled into the church to ask for asylum.

But after seeing Zeng Guofan's ways clearly, these religious people immediately recovered their domineering faces, and intensified their cruelty to their compatriots.

Soon, the parishioners leveled the venue and built a ring.

A few religious people kicked over the pottery bowls where the people burned paper money, took out gongs and cymbals, and started beating: "Look at your dog eyes, it's a clear day, you are crying for mourning here!"

An elderly uncle stepped forward and said: "Li Laifu, you who forget your ancestors, did you forget that when your old mother died, it was the neighbor who took care of the funeral for your family?"

"Pooh!"

Qing Pi, a believer named Li Laifu, spat at the old man and said, "My old lady doesn't believe in Christ, she has already gone to hell, so don't care about me! I'm going to heaven.

Don't talk nonsense, I'm working for a foreigner now, I'm not called Li Laifu anymore, my name is Paul Lee, you can also call me Paul Lee! "

……

"Okay, okay, don't spend too much time talking with these low-level Chinese, Paul Li, let's not delay the big business of the foreign master!"

Another believer urged, "Peter Sun, Tom Wang, David Ge, quickly pull up the banner!"

Soon, a banner was pulled out: "France's No. 1000 Hercules is about to fight with Dongyang boxing. His fists and feet have no eyes. It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. The winner will receive [-] yuan in Yingyang!"

Before the Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-], Dongyang did not specifically refer to Japan, but was just a manufacturing concept corresponding to the West.

China, North Korea, and Japan are all Eastern Oceans, and China is a well-deserved main body of Eastern Oceans.

Therefore, the so-called Dongyang boxing refers to the boxing techniques of various places in North China, especially the plum blossom boxing and Bagua boxing, which were the main force in the previous troubles.

As soon as the banner came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

But no one stepped forward to fight.

Even if there was Lengtouqing who wanted to play, he was quickly held back by the people next to him.

There have been foreign strongmen in Tianjin before, and the Chinese folk martial artists really have almost no chance of winning.

The physical condition is too different.

How could a group of hungry people be able to fight.

Even cold weapons can't fight the same number of British troops, let alone hand-to-hand combat?

Obviously, this time these foreigners are planning to use the aggressive method to stimulate the hidden fists, and then beat them to death in a reasonable, legal, procedural and just manner in the ring!

After a while, another carriage stopped in the square.

The car door opened, and the people who walked out made the people present gasp.

Visually, he was at least five and a half feet tall, and weighed at least one hundred and seventy-eight catties.

Just talking about one hundred and seventy-eight catties is actually not scary. Many princes and grandchildren eat their brains full of fat, and two to three hundred catties are not uncommon.

The key is that this foreign strongman is bare-chested in winter, revealing his thick long hair and tendons, like a red-haired giant ape.

This time, even Quan Zhuang, who was about to move just now, swallowed his saliva and dared not go forward.

Two or three hours had passed, and the arena was surrounded by people from the inner three floors and the outer three floors.

Looking at the foreign strongmen showing off their power on the stage, the old man who had scolded Paul Lee before covered his face and sobbed: "There are such brave people in the West, it seems that unless the second master Guan and the third master Zhang are reborn, no one can stop them !"

boom!

There was another loud bang, and an ugly puppet with a specially added pig's tail, buck teeth and squinting eyes was forcibly beaten in two by a French Hercules.

Then, he raised his middle finger towards the audience, and chirped a bit of bird language.

Paul Li immediately translated: "Our White Warriors have said that you Chinese boxers are cowards and sick men, and you can't fight Westerners at all except for splashing blood in the middle of the night!"

Sitting under a parasol at the side, Feng Daye and the others ate the pastry handed by their mistress, while pointing at the Chinese who dared not speak up, talking and laughing.

Zeng Guoquan, who was sitting by the side, turned green and pale for a while, but in the end he could only turn into a smiling face, and said with an apologetic smile: "What Master Feng said is very true. The so-called strong fists are just a group of unlearned and incompetent villagers. Our court I also feel a headache for this group of people!"

Feng Daye said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Zeng, what's the headache? I've already had someone draw down the people in the audience who are suspected of being rioters. After a while, we will be able to catch those boxers who don't abide by the law. .”

"This……"

Zeng Guoquan wondered, "I just want to go on stage, or complain a few words, this is not evidence of participating in the boxing chaos..."

"Evidence? It's about what evidence God says?"

Feng Daye shook his head and said, "I hope that the rioters can come to the stage by themselves, so that we don't have to guess, but you Chinese who only hide at the foot of the Great Wall and tremble..."

Feng Daye smiled contemptuously, and reached into the prostitute's clothes, "But at least, your women are still very good, hehe, better than those niggers..."

……

"Damn, I can't take it anymore!"

At this moment, a tall, thin middle-aged man stood up from the audience.

In terms of height alone, this Hebei man is also about 1.8 meters tall, which is not inferior to foreign strongmen.

But in terms of weight, whether he can weigh 120 catties is a question, he is completely skinny.

The companion next to the thin and tall man hurried forward to pull him.

He clasped his fists and said: "Everyone, I am from Baihemen, Baoding. Although this Westerner is big, I heard that the bones of the knees of foreigners are different from those of our Chinese. The knees cannot be bent. I just need a sliding shovel. By transforming strength, you can definitely move a thousand catties in four or two..."

"Uncle, you are no match for a foreign strongman."

Suddenly, a childish voice came from one side, and the tall and thin man looked down, only to see a young man sitting on the ground looking at him seriously.

"Little brother is from the south?" The tall and thin man frowned.

"That's right, I'm from Foshan, Guangdong." The boy nodded.

The thin and tall man showed a sneer of disdain, and said: "Hey, why are you meddling in other's business, this is the business of our northern men, you just watch from the sidelines!"

The young man shook his head and said: "Uncle, what you said is wrong. Long Live God said that my Chinese people have no distinction between north and south, and people regardless of age. They are all sons and daughters of China, descendants of Yan and Huang. We should work together to face the national calamity!"

The tall and thin man and the people nearby were taken aback for a moment.

These words sound good, but did Lord Tongzhi say this?

Before everyone could think about it, the foreign strongman who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, saw that the prey he had finally waited for was stopped by a stunned young man with a few words, and suddenly became furious.

He stretched out his thick fingers, pointed at the young man, and babbled again.