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

"This is just the last drop before the currency market goes up!"

"This is the darkest hour before dawn!"

"Already at the bottom of the valley, no matter how you go, you will go up!"

"Stud is a kind of wisdom!"

"My compatriots in England, we must firmly hold on to the assets of the empire, and we must not be copied by greedy Jews and Ming people!"

"Yes, I have definite news that Queen Elizabeth of Hungary has recently exchanged a large amount of gold into British pounds!"

"That's right, she is the queen of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, she must know the inside story of the war, the Germans may have to surrender!"

"What do you mean may be about to surrender? I heard from my cousin in Brussels that William I's surrender representatives are already negotiating with our people!"

……

All of a sudden, rumors spread.

The sterling market, which was originally stagnant, showed some signs of bottoming out.

Even smoked fish in the London market has seen an unprecedented price cut.

Everyone feels that good days are yet to come!

However, on April 4st, which was also the day when Ming ordered the general mobilization of Operation Sunset, a thunderbolt from the blue sky also sounded over London.

The British Empire announced currency reform again after a lapse of a year.

The old pound sterling will be abolished and the new pound sterling will be issued.

What is even more scalp-numbing is that this time the Central Bank of the British Empire announced that the deadline for recycling old coins is only three days, and it is only recycled in branches in London, Manchester, and Birmingham.

For three days, not to mention the overseas colonies of empires such as India, South Africa, and Sudan, even the holders of British pounds in Scotland, Ireland, etc., it is impossible to go to London to exchange currency.

Even for Londoners, most of them queued for three days and three nights, and finally failed to exchange their old pounds for new pounds before the bank closed.

According to the participants, the employees of the Imperial Bank seemed to suffer from athetosis or Parkinson's disease in those few days, and their efficiency was extremely slow.

Overnight, countless Britons, as well as a large number of foreigners holding the old pound, went bankrupt.

On the tall buildings of the Financial City, the scene seven years ago was repeated.

It was very windy on the roof.

Gentlemen in tuxedos turned on the radio and tuned to the "Voice of Ming Dynasty" channel that they dared not listen to publicly in the past.

The melodious song "Today Is a Good Day" signaled clearly across the ocean.

Some of them opened the famous Eugenie wine that they were reluctant to drink on weekdays, and generously shared it with strangers on the rooftop, which was quite different from the image of Grandet on weekdays.

They drank red wine, sang and danced, and the cheerful voice was like a festival.

After the song is over, the wine glass is empty.

Then, it rained gentlemen in the sky...

……

Chapter 841

What happened in London naturally had nothing to do with Gilfinola.

In a mountain village 20 kilometers outside this small Irish town, a group of young people wearing yellow scarves were also singing and dancing.

They are loyal fighters of plutocracy and gravediggers of the British Empire.

The financial turmoil spreading across Europe has nothing to do with them.

The insane British government has completely plundered the wealth of the people, and intends to do it all. It has nothing to do with them to completely solve the Germans.

The event that imperial soldiers wearing imitation Ming-style steel helmets in London and other places fed copper-shelled peanuts to London citizens who warmly greeted all the ancestors of Mr. Prime Minister has nothing to do with them.

What they are concerned about is that Chunfa No. [-] diploid potatoes have another bumper harvest.

Although in the eyes of agricultural experts from Daming, the yield per mu of seven or eight hundred catties is not worthy of the word "harvest".

But even so, the food was enough for the Irish Yellow Turbans to realize the miracle that no one died of hunger in the disaster year.

clack.

Suddenly someone turned off the radio, and the meaning of "The Voice of Ming Dynasty" was unknown, but the inspiring songs also stopped.

This makes many people can't help complaining.

But when they found out who it was that turned off the radio, they immediately shut up.

This person is Boss Downey's confidant, he turned off the radio, indicating that Boss Downey will be arriving soon.

Sure enough, not long after, three dilapidated carriages slowly drove into the village. After several yellow scarf soldiers got out of the carriages, leader Downey also jumped out of the carriages.

He used to be a football player, but his skills are still so vigorous.

Everyone was about to come forward to compliment, but they found that Chief Downey was respectfully leading the way for the other two young men in the carriage.

Among the two young people, one looks like an ordinary Western European. If you want to subdivide it, the possibility of Anglo-Saxon is relatively high.

The other young man is an oriental.

Downey led the two respectfully to the small church in the village.

Like most of the Irish countryside, the most prominent building here is the local Catholic church.

Of course, this is just a church in the country, not comparable to Dublin's cathedral.

After attacking Dublin Cathedral that year, killing a large number of priests and even defiled nuns, the Irish Government House brutally suppressed these thugs.

The Irish Yellow Turbans had to move from the big cities to the countryside.

Fortunately, against the background of this great famine, the Yellow Turban Army, which possesses miraculous seeds and intermittent support, has always maintained the cohesion and fighting spirit of the team.

After all, compared to those guys who extravagantly begged for alms from the British government and the Catholic Church, and kept praying to the Lord, the village controlled by the Yellow Turban Army lived like a paradise.

Downey said to the two young people who had just arrived in his crappy Daming Zheng Yin: "Mr. Gu, Chen Baihu, don't worry, we have cleaned up this church thoroughly, and there will be absolutely nothing unclean."

Hearing this, both of them nodded.

Especially Chen Yongren.

He is the white hound code-named James Bond who made great achievements in the aluminum product stock market crash.

Because of his meritorious service back then, he not only won the Ming Zhuka in one fell swoop, but was also allowed to retire from the white hound and became a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, Chen Yongren.

However, it is difficult for people who are used to walking in the dark to adapt to life in the sun.

Chen Yongren finally returned to work in Jinyiwei.

It's just that he is no longer a white hound without a name, but has become a hundred households as a citizen of Ming Dynasty.

However, there is one thing that Chen Yongren can never change.

That is, whenever he approaches the church, his hands and feet are always involuntarily cold.

Most of the white hounds were raised by Da Ming from the boys rescued from the church.

For Chen Yongren, the church means too many unbearable memories.

Fortunately, as Downey said, this place has obviously been purified, and there are no such dirty things.

Gu Hongming didn't have any special feelings, but he was relieved to see that his former disciples now have a team of tens of thousands.

He smiled and said, "Chen Baihu, do you start first, or should I start first?"

Chen Yongren thought for a while, and said, "Professor Gu, let me start by throwing bricks to attract jade."

As he said that, Chen Yongren waved his hand, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who were driving the carriage and escorting them hurriedly moved all kinds of projection equipment from the carriage.

He glanced at Downey with a smile, and said, "There has been no chance on the road. Now, while they are assembling the projector, let's get down to business first."

When Downey heard this, his expression was filled with excitement.

He hurriedly sent his men down to kill a sheep, a chicken, and a dog.

After preparing the crude three animals, he checked his appearance in the mirror and knelt down towards the west.

Chen Yongren nodded, took out a letter of appointment from his bosom, and said: "Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict said: Donny Coveney is hereby appointed as the commander of Daqu in the Irish theater of the Ming Empire, and he will reward you with a pigskin dress. .”

Hearing this, Downey quickly kowtowed three times and shouted: "Thank you Lord Ron!"

Da Qu is handsome!

I'm finally the commander-in-chief recognized by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!

Downey has tears in his eyes, years of hard work have finally paid off, the court has not forgotten me!

At this time, all the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army stepped forward to congratulate Donnie.

Although everyone knew that Chief Downey was doing things for Da Ming a long time ago, it meant that he was also doing things for Da Ming.

But this time I finally got Minghuang's certification, and I finally feel more at ease.

At this time, some men with winking eyes took down a dress from the carriage.

This dress is not a Western-style dress, nor is it a Ming-style dress, but a set of Manchu princes' clothes.

It's just that the four-clawed golden dragon on it has been replaced by a flying pig in the sky, the dragon's claws have become pig's trotters, and the material of the dress has changed from silk and satin to a more durable wild boar skin.

"Congratulations to Shuai Daqu, congratulations to Shuai Daqu!"

Those Irish bumpkins who had never seen the world knew nothing about the value of this suit, but there were also a few educated dog-headed military officers who had read the "Da Ming Times", and they knew that this suit was amazing.

Let's put it this way, the clothes worn by handsome Donny Daqu are of the same level as the King Taipini of West Africa.

Are you saying it's awesome?

Little Ireland has finally figured out a big man now!

Just as everyone was filled with emotion, the projection equipment had already been set up.

Liu Yongren first bowed his hands towards the west respectfully, and then said:

"Long live God knows that it is very difficult for you to live in the old nest of British animals. In order to reward you, not only will a new version of 3000 million pounds be delivered later, but you will also order hundreds of households to send you spiritual food!"

"This The Last Knight tells the story of our resistance to the evil British imperialism. I hope you will enjoy it."

Chapter 842 "The Last Knight"

The sky gradually darkened.

Although affected by the North Atlantic warm current, Ireland's climate is not considered severe cold, but in terms of latitude, the latitude of the small city of Gilfinola is the same as that of Mohe City in Heilongjiang.

Therefore, the night before the vernal equinox comes extraordinarily early.

Downey put on the wild boarskin dress with great satisfaction, and ordered someone to light a bonfire.

The dim flames made the square look full of people.

"It would be great if we could also use electric lights in Ireland. I don't know if Shuai Daqu can apply for some electric lights from His Majesty the Emperor."

"What are you daydreaming about? We don't even have electricity. What's the use of electric lights?"

"That's right, only the affluent areas of Dublin have electricity in the whole of Ireland... so how do we watch movies?"

Those little leaders of the Yellow Turban Army who were literate and read the newspaper talked a lot.

Downey also felt strange.

As a senior Irishman who had been to Daming, he was deeply shocked by the magnificent and gorgeous night view of Fengdu.

Fortunately, he also watched an open-air movie in the square.

It's just that at that time Downey couldn't understand Daming's elegant words at all, and he hadn't studied Daming's cultural knowledge at all. He couldn't remember the content of the movie. He only remembered it was very magical and shocking.

But then everything needs electricity, right?

Ireland is so poor and backward that most people don't even know what electricity is.

Before Downey could ask a question, Chen Yongren patted his thigh: "Young man, you have a good figure and are very strong, aren't you?"

"what?"

Downey was taken aback.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind in an instant.