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

In order to prevent himself from being hanged by European ghosts, His Majesty Zhu Fugui has repeatedly called on working people all over the world to unite to fight for their rights and achieve 996 working hours.

Compared with the slogan of "8 hours of labor, 8 hours of leisure, and 8 hours of rest" proposed by Robert Owen and others, Ming's 996 working system is undoubtedly more realistic and more operable.

Moreover, as one of the world's powerful rulers, Zhu Fugui's call is obviously more influential than Robert Owen's, and is even more regarded as a scourge by European and American sweatshop capitalists.

The production mode and labor treatment of Ming Dynasty will threaten the low human rights advantages of America (Lin), and the industrial products produced by Daming also destroy the industrial soil of America (Lin) with their unbelievably low prices and high quality.

This is also the fundamental reason why the American northern government is resolutely anti-Ming.

Compared with the construction site of the Minglijian Concession, which was in full swing, Beijing, 300 miles away, was gloomy and gloomy.

In the past, the streets were full of traffic and the smell of dung and marbles was stuffy, but now there are fewer people and less traffic, and even the smell of dung and marbles has faded a lot. The atmosphere of the super metropolis in the [-]th century has been eclipsed.

Many commercial shops are closed, and all the rice noodles, grains and oils have sold out signs, and they will not accept customers.

The eight major alleys, such as Dasenli, Lianhuajian, Sisheng Temple, Huazhi Alley, Zhaozhuizi Alley, Jinyuchi Street, Huanghualou of Puhuangyu, and Dongsanli outside Chaoyangmen, Shenlu Street, etc., prostitutes in twos and threes in the alleys While opening the big back door, he hit the horse crane, and couldn't receive the guests at all.

The worst thing is the property market in Baijing City.

On the banners of major tooth shops, the prices of houses in various places are three prices a day, and the prices are diving.

Pedestrians passing by only need to take a look at the streamers, and they are wearing silk or bright materials (delicate), and they will rush to sell the house at hand, and they will be drowned in their saliva!

All of this, in the final analysis, is because of the rumors that when the Ming Dynasty entered Beijing, many Beijing masters fled their families to the countryside, making the capital expensive for a while.

If it is a real master with power and power, he will live in a big village when he goes to the countryside, and the servants will serve him on saddles and horses.

However, some so-called masters have long since settled down, but they still hold their identities.

For example, an old woman in Zhenghuang Banner probably has a distant relative who held a night pot for Lord Xianfeng in the palace, so she also considers herself an old princess.

This time I escaped to Huailai, my stomach was empty.

As soon as she was lingering on the farm, a woman poked her head out, took a look and shouted: "The head of the house, there is a stinky beggar from Baijing coming to the farm, take care of the chickens, ducks and dogs. Throw her out!"

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Of course, there are also quite a few who are calmer, or who are reluctant to part with their property, and still stand still for the time being.

They had already bought enough chariots and horses, packed their belongings, and kept their eyes on the inside of the Forbidden City.

To be precise, he was watching the movements of Bodhisattva Xingzhen.

If Xingzhen Bodhisattva does not move, they will not move either.

If Xingzhen made a move, they would immediately run ahead of them to scout the way for the empress dowager and the emperor.

In short, no matter whether we leave or stay, the city of Beijing is still quite desolate.

Feng Sanmozi's originally thriving small business was affected by this.

Ever since I got an Xingzhen doll by chance, Feng Sanzhen sold breakfast at the stall in the morning, and stood at the entrance of the alley in the evening to recruit Xingzhen Bodhisattva's disciples.

Three hundred coins at a time is much more profitable than selling them earlier.

Originally, Feng Sanzi planned to rest early and live by pointing at Xingzhen Bodhisattva.

It's a pity that later on, there are more and more auspicious signs from the sky, and more and more frequent, let alone one person in Beijing, at least they have achieved a certain degree of popularity.

The Empress Xingzhen in Feng Sanzhen's hands is an old model, and it's a little faded, making business more and more difficult.

So even if the times are not good, Feng Sanzhen can only go to the stall early in the morning to sell breakfast.

After waiting for a long time, two regular customers finally came. Feng Sanzhen knew them. They were students of Tong Wen Guan, and they seemed to be old disciples.

"Hey, my lord, what do you want for breakfast?"

Feng Sanmo greeted warmly, "Hot bag thief, come here?"

The bannerman found a bench and sat down. Bannerman A took out a few copper coins and said, "Give me two servings of fried liver, one drawer of stuffed buns, and two bowls of porridge!"

"porridge?"

Feng Sanzhen was stunned, "Oh, it's porridge?"

"That's right, it's porridge!"

Bannerman A nodded repeatedly, and then said to Bannerman B in a low voice, "My uncle, you guys learned Manchu last night until late at night, and you haven't turned the corner for a while!"

Bannerman B shook his head and said, "Brother, this is worrying about state affairs. My younger brother is not talented. These days, he is also practicing Manchu hard day and night, so he can't sleep at night!"

As he said that, Feng Sanzi had already served gruel, and Bannerman Yi said casually: "Boss, bring me a spoon!"

"Spoon?" Feng Sanmo scratched his head, not knowing why.

"Oh, it's a spoon, bring me a spoon!"

Bannerman B shook his head and said, "The spoon is the authentic old Manchu way of reading. You don't understand it, so go and get it!"

Feng Sanzhen went to get the spoon, Bannerman A gave a thumbs up and praised: "As expected of our Chaotianmen master, this old Manchu is authentic!"

Bannerman B lowered his voice and said: "There are a few servants who fled from Jiangning and Fengyang in Yudi's house, and now they are all hired as husbands. The old Manchu is quite authentic, old brother, do you want to study together?"

"Learn, of course you have to learn!"

Bannerman A quickly jumped up, "I'm sorry for my ancestors if I don't learn old Manchu. When that violent man comes in, we men must use authentic old Manchu to angrily reprimand that rich dog thief! But..."

Bannerman A lowered his voice, and said again: "But I heard that the rich and noble thief is from Zhejiang, and we can use the old Manchu in Fengyang and Jiangning, isn't it enough? Do you want to learn from him again? Old manchu?"

"Goodbye, old brother!"

Bannerman B gave a big thumbs up, "However, the people from Zhejiang are hard to find in the turmoil now. If there is any news, I will tell my elder brother!"

Bannerman A cupped his hands and said, "Okay! This matter is up to you, brother!"

Bannerman B hurriedly said: "It's easy to say, I'm stupid, I can't learn old Manchu, and when the time comes to scold the Ming people, I have to follow my brother, please protect me!"

Chapter 505 Xingzhen's Savior

At this time, Feng Sanzhen came over with fried liver, "Oh, my lords, let me inquire about something, are you two going to the Tongwen Museum? Are there still classes there?"

"Fuck off!"

Bannerman A waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Mr. Yang fainted from fright after reading the blatant newspaper. Later, he heard that he drifted away with the French envoy's donkey cart. The Tongwen Museum is already yellow!"

Bannerman B also said indignantly: "Our men have been tortured by Devil Six! If we had known earlier, we shouldn't have entered such a nonsense Tongwen Museum. If we had entered the third town of the New Army, at least our men would have been able to earn a shed leader, ah no, row Do it for a long time."

Bannerman A hurriedly said: "Brother, be careful with your words, be careful! Let's not gossip about Prince Gong. What is the relationship between him and the little Bodhisattva? We dare not say about it, and we dare not ask... …

However, I know an old saying that the so-called delicious dumplings are not as good as dumplings, and fun is not as good as sister-in-law...

If the little Bodhisattva was really fighting with Prince Gong and got into a quilt, if we arrange him like this, can he still be defeated? "

"Hey, confidante is a disaster! That ghost... that Yi Jujin, who was so smart all his life, was confused for a while, and actually imitated Wu Sangui as a concubine and lured foreign soldiers into Tianjin. Now, the foreign soldiers haven't been attracted yet, but They recruited Bao Ming's gang of embryo killers!"

Bannerman B lowered his voice again and said, "Brother, have you heard of that dog's false decree? Working for a foreigner means he will be beheaded, and he will be punished for life!"

"I've heard of it, but I'm not afraid!"

Bannerman A laughed loudly and said, "Brother, you know me well. Our men are in the Tongwen Museum. They are famous idiots. They can't do anything. They are the first ones to eat. Our men failed the foreign language test. Every semester, you spend money! What about you, brother?"

"same!"

Bannerman B also laughed and said, "Who is a serious person who studies foreign languages? Not only foreign languages, but also international politics and Western history. I don't know anything. I just draw crickets on it for the exam. Hey, we My father in Beijing is studying for fun! He is a bastard!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, and gave a thumbs up: "Authentic!"

"Urgent military situation, idlers avoid!"

Just when the two bannermen were eating fried liver and talking about the world, suddenly a fast horse galloped by!

"I draft the master!"

The two people whose fried liver bowl was overturned yelled at the rider who went away, but then they came back and looked at each other, "This motherfucker seems to have military affairs?"

The two quickly picked up the fried liver on the ground, wiped the dust and stuffed it into their mouths, and then ran towards the Zongli Yamen.

If there is any disturbance, you still have to make plans early!

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At this time, the atmosphere in the Forbidden City was very dignified.

The place where the emperor of the Qing Dynasty went to court was not fixed.

The three emperors Jiaqing, Daoguang and Xianfeng all met in Yuanmingyuan.

Following the fire of the British and French allied forces, the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens was in ruins, and Tongzhi could only face court in the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the Forbidden City.

Tongzhi Emperor Aixinjueluo Zaichun is 12 years old this year. As an emperor, he has almost reached the sensible age.

But the one who really controls the court is the birth mother of Tongzhi behind the curtain, Yehenala Cixi.

Tongzhi was born at the age of 20, and Xingzhen is now 32 years old.

The outside world said that Xingzhen lived a life of unrestrained behavior and had the style of big Xinger. In fact, this is all a misunderstanding.

What American doctors, what French officers, what Russian emperors, and even the little uncle Guizi Liu...

It's not known that some vicious bastard made up the secret history of love, Xingzhen can only use her strength to help her control the court.

As a widow, who knows Xingzhen's depression?

But not so long ago, everything was different.

A man named Xing Jiuliu appeared in Xingzhen's life, to be precise, he was imprisoned in Chuxiu Palace.

After careful investigation, it can now be confirmed that Xing Jiuliu is indeed from Songjiang. He once entered Li Hongzhang's shogunate and served as an alternate for Shanghai Dao.

Later, when Li Hongzhang cast his name, this Xing Daotai retired and turned into a wild crane playing in the world.

These things, especially Xing Jiuliu's political experience, were formally recorded in the imperial court.

Not to mention that the fingerprints on the body were completely matching, but Xing Daotai's shockingly handsome face, which is so handsome that ordinary people can't pretend to recognize it.

So Xingzhen can be completely sure that Xing Jiuliu is Dr. Xing, and Dr. Xing is Xing Jiuliu.

He is the man who has made Daming technology progress for 50 years!

For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, and for the sake of thousands of banner people in the world, Xingzhen decided to feed a tiger with her body, imitating Xiaozhuang's experience of undressing and persuading Hong Chengchou, and conquering this brilliant talent.

Xiaozhuang is the empress dowager, and she, Xingzhen, is also the empress dowager.

Xiaozhuang wants to sleep with the important officials of the Ming Dynasty, and she, Xingzhen, also wants to sleep with the important officials of the Ming Dynasty.

Xiaozhuang wants to sacrifice her color and commit herself to Huang Taiji's younger brother, Regent Dorgon, in order to protect the young Shunzhi. Her Xingzhen also has an affair with Xianfeng's younger brother, Regent Yijinjin, in order to protect the young Tongzhi...

This moment is just like that moment, and things in the world can be so similar.

Sometimes even Xingzhen couldn't help thinking, could she be the reincarnation of Da Yuer, who was sent by the Buddha to save me Daqing again with her crotch?

However, this time Xingzhen did not go as smoothly as Dayuer.

Xing Jiuliu was worthy of being the best friend of Zhu Liangxuan, the late emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he was indeed difficult to deal with.

Zhu Liangxuan sent many people to investigate the sticky pole, but they couldn't find any information. After all, the place had been plowed by the Taiping Army.

According to the historical records of Baoming, Zhu Liangxiu was a hero of a generation, who used soldiers like a god, and bravely won the three armies.

Judging from the deeds of his son Fugui punching the American leader and capturing the French emperor alive, Zhu Liangxuan is probably indeed a brave general, at least at the level of Fang La and Yang Xiuqing.

So far, how the local officials in the Qing Dynasty succeeded in suppressing the rebellion, and did not report it to the court as a merit, has always been an unsolved mystery.

In any case, as Zhu Liangxiu's close friend, Xing Jiuliu was indeed very difficult to deal with.

Cixi found that even if she tried all kinds of means, she couldn't succeed.

One must know that back then Cixi was able to overwhelm Ci'an and become Xianfeng's treasure, not because of his knowledge and reason, but because of his appearance and figure!

Among the noble ladies of the banner people, she asked herself who she was not weak with. Although she might not be as good as Yangzhou's thin horse, didn't the Ai family have the blessing of the Queen Mother?

Shouldn't men all love this?

Cixi has heard a little about the popularity of Xingzhen dolls in Forty-Nine City!

But Xing Jiuliu just didn't!

Ren Xingzhen played and sang, and I stood still.

Is this the strength of Ming Dynasty?

Loved it!

I thought this man was extremely ugly, but Xingzhen felt that he had wronged herself, but now that she was drawn out to be competitive, Xingzhen had to make it happen!

However, just when Xingzhen was trying her best to take away Xing Jiuliu's virginity, news came that the Daming Navy had entered Tianjin.