The day after Zhao Xin arrived at Qitai, he had a separate conversation with the officers above the battalion of the Western Front Command. Except for the far away from the Hami area, the heads of the Northern Navy stationed north of the Tianshan Mountains were all present.

The arrival of "His Royal Highness of Zhao" naturally made the Western Front troops feel excited from top to bottom. All the officials who came to see him were excited, their eyes were filled with tears, just like what Fan Tong said, "Looking up and seeing the Big Dipper". If the North Navy had not had strict discipline, some people would have really shouted "Long live King Zhao" to express their loyalty.

How many people are sincere and how many people have performance elements? Even if Zhao Xin does not analyze the action and expression through applied psychology, he still "cooked dumplings in the teapot - knowing it in his heart". He has never dared to relax his internal control over the North Navy over the years. "Golden Medal Spy" is not only among the people, but also in the army.

With the years of wars and wars, the intentional and unintentional actions of Zhao Xin himself and some people within the North Navy have been portrayed as the soul of the North Navy and even the North Sea Town. As a result, many characteristics of the deification of politicians have also emerged. To put it nicely, it is called "the saint king from heaven, adhering to the destiny of heaven", in other words, "not human".

Under the current rule of Beihai Town, except for ancestors, the Kitchen God and other gods, almost every family carries portraits of "Prince Zhao". Although Chen Qingsong, Yu Deli and others have issued orders on this matter many times, requiring the prohibition of offering living people, the bureaucracy system of Beihai Town from top to bottom comes from gratitude refugees; especially in the early days, many people had seen how Zhao Xin used his "magic powers", so although everyone agreed verbally, they refused to implement it behind their backs.

The experience of ancient Chinese history tells future generations that naked violent rule has always been short-lived, and the issue of the legitimacy of power is a problem that every emerging ruling class must face.

But power is always unequal, so it is difficult to explain legitimacy with rational and logical arguments. In other words, why can the 29 people led by Zhao Xin control Beihai Town with a population of millions?

Advanced industrial and agricultural technology and force? Haha!

Without a solid national psychology and generally improved cultural quality as the basis, that is, before the "grass-grass-people" becomes "national", the political form of hope to establish a democratic system is a castle in the air. On this point, Yu Deli saw it the most clearly.

Although Zhao Xin and his team did a lot of enlightenment in the past nine years, Beihai Town also produced a large number of "civilian classes" needed by modern countries. After all, the time was too short, and compared with the 90% of the agricultural population under the Qing Dynasty, it was only a small number. Therefore, from the psychological stereotype of the people, power must be combined with the will of the gods in order to make them develop the consciousness of conscious obedience.

There is no way. This land has a deep national cultural and psychological foundation and religious worship consciousness. When the old idols begin to decline, the worship of new idols will inevitably arise. This is not something that can be changed by iron-fisted government orders. It can only be through education for one or two generations or even several generations.

In the traditional Chinese politics in ancient China, there was always a tendency to deify the ruler. Once a deified ruler approached the altar of power, he would often run wildly on the road of dictatorship. If there were any more ambitious people, it would be to block people and kill people, and the Buddha would block people and kill Buddha. When this kind of power, which is only bound by morality, it would cause painful political and social disasters.

As an ordinary person, it is impossible for Zhao Xin to say that he is not proud of this. After all, this guy's original intention in the 18th century was just to dig gold. But while he was proud, he would also lie in bed at night and be anxious, fearing that he would lose control over Beihai Town, and worrying that he would turn from a dragon slayer into an evil dragon.

In fact, Zhao Xin himself knew very well that his biggest enemy had never been the Qing Dynasty or the vast gentry landlords in the pass, but his own ever-inflating desire...

The unusual movements in the North Naval Barracks outside the Dongquan Temple and Jingyuan City quickly attracted the attention of some people who were interested. After all, the day when Zhao Xin came was a big show, and the scene Fan Tong created to pick him up was really big.

On the third day of Zhao Xin's arrival in Jingyuan City, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and large areas of dark clouds accumulated on the top of the snow peak. At noon, the strong wind mixed with snowflakes, roaring and sweeping around the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, like a group of hornets whose nests were destroyed, running around everywhere. The gray clouds, like out-of-the-group wolves breathing, lost their direction and drifting.

At dusk, on a rarely visited mountain road leading to Wulumuqi from Qitai, a man riding a brown horse was heading westward in the wind and snow. He was wearing a half-new and non-old local cloth tie, a sheepskin coat, a half-new and non-old fox fur hat, and a pair of open-mouth leather boots on his feet.

When he arrived at a fork intersection, he pulled the horse hard, stopped the horse, and then looked around vigilantly. The horse, who had been trekking for a long time, suddenly had two short ears upright, flashing its bright black eyes, shaking it, lifting its front hooves, and neighed softly. The horseshoe stepped on the gravel, making a crisp sound, splashing sparks.

The horse's behavior made the rider feel a little unhappy and even a little panicked. He pulled his hands hard, stepped on the leather boots tightly on the stirrups, suddenly stood up from the saddle, lifted the leather hat backward, and observed uneasyly. But he saw black shadows in the vast dusk, and waves of wolf howls came from time to time in the distance. Through the dense and dark bushes, the light like fireflies appeared and disappeared in the northwest, and flashed light and dark.

The horse was afraid because it was aware of a wolf, but the rider was not interested in the wolf. He believed that he had arrived accurately near Jihuai City. As long as he passed here, he would walk forty miles to Wulumuqi.

The rider gasped and turned over and dismounted. It was not dark at this time. He found a leeward valley, tied the horse's reins to the stone, and then picked up some half-dry dry grass and many dead branches around, and finally raised the fire. The damp branches were not burning enough, and a thick smoke blew up. However, because the place was remote and heavy snow, it was difficult for outsiders to pay attention.

He took out a cigarette from his clothes, put a bag of cigarettes, lit it, and took a few sips. When he was satisfied with the smoking, he knocked the cigarette pot on a piece of gravel on the ground a few times. Several sparks danced in the wind and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The rider put away his tobacco pipes, listened carefully to the movements around him, thought for a while, walked to the horse, took off a thick felt blanket and a large carpet pattern from behind the saddle, and found a leeward place next to the fire. When he took out a handful of beans from the bag and fed it to the horse, he rolled the blanket and fell asleep against the bag.

He didn't sleep at all, and would wake up from his dream from time to time. The dream was full of scenes when the North Navy attacked Huining City. I don't know how long it took, but how many times he woke up. When the bonfire for heating was about to go out, the rider decided not to sleep anymore.

At this time, the snow in the sky had become much smaller. He grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed his face, smoked another bag of cigarettes, fed the horses with beans, and then began to change clothes.

He first took off his sheepskin coat and mixed with the mat, then rolled the mats into the mats and placed them aside, then took out a black helmet with ear-protective mask, a pair of white round-necked cotton armor with red edges, a cloak and iron mesh boots, and put them one by one. Then he took out a goose feather knife and a short fuse-stringed gun wrapped in cloth from the mats. He first hung the knife around his waist, and carefully checked the gun into the bag in front of the saddle.

After all this, he put the changed clothes, put the bags and felt blankets on the horse, and then rode on the horse again.

The horse passed through a weed and shrub from the small road and turned into the post road. After two hours of galloping, the sky was brighter. Not far away, a yellow city wall stretched for several miles and was more than two feet high across the west bank of the Wulumuqi River. Gongning City arrived.

In this year, Wulumuqi was actually composed of two cities. Dihua City was a mixed residence in the Han Dynasty. The Gongning City in front of us was the garrison of the soldiers and their families. The two places were separated by a river and were 16 miles apart. In the history of another time and space, the two cities were merged into one city until the Guangxu period.

Mancheng was built in the 37th year of Qianlong's reign. After the city was built, Qianlong named it "Gongning City". Because the Wulumuqi General Office, Dihua Prefecture Yamen, and Zhouxuezheng Yamen are all in the city, this place became the military and political center of the Qing Dynasty on the North Tianshan Road.

To enter the city, you must first pass the Gongning Bridge, which is more than ten meters long. At this time, there were already many pedestrians coming and going on the bridge. When they saw horse riders wearing white flags and cotton armor, they all avoided them carefully. The green camp soldiers guarding the bridge did not dare to ask more questions when they saw them wearing them, and helped drive away the pedestrians. After the horse riders walked all the way, they led their horses into the city from Chengxi Gate to the east, passed the streets and alleys of shops, and went straight to the eight-character wall of the Dutong Office.

Although Gongning City has only been built for twenty years, it is located at the center of Xinjiang East Road and the hub of trade between the Kazakh Khanate and the Qing Dynasty, so it is extremely prosperous, no less than that in the pass. When Ji Xiaolan was exiled to this point, he was surprised that the prosperity and prosperity here was, and expressed the feeling of "the scales of the scattered and the scales are divided between the two sides, and the officials in front of the gate are green like clouds."

"Who is coming?!"

When several Eight Banners soldiers guarding the yamen station saw the horse rider wearing white flag armor coming forward, they raised their hands to signal the other party to stop.

The rider bowed and said, "All the captain of the leader of the team, Barrykun and the captain of the master's personal soldiers. On the order of the master, he has a 100,000 urgent military information and needs to be presented to the Lord General."

Several Eight Banners soldiers were stunned when they heard this. Balikun? Didn’t he be captured by the North Pirates a few months ago?

Suddenly, a cavalry school guarding the gate of the Qing army suddenly shouted: "Take this person down!"

Several Eight Banners soldiers immediately drew their weapons and rushed forward. Alin Bao was prepared, so he bowed calmly and said, "Brothers, don't get me wrong. I have really been ordered by Lord He, and I have a letter here!"

The cavalry school sneered: "Who is the fucking brother to you? Huining City has been occupied by the North Sea Pirates long ago, and Hesheng's throne and the Lord City were destroyed. You guy dared to pretend to be his name, and you are afraid you are not the spy of the North Sea Pirates! Take it down!"

The two Qing soldiers had already put the knife on Alinbao's neck at this time. One of them kicked hard according to his knee. Alinbao did not resist and knelt on the ground.

"I am still alive with the Lord, not dead!" Alinbao defended loudly: "When the city was broken, my master was in the guns of the North Pirates, but he was snatched from the dead by me and a few brothers. After treatment, the wounds were gone. He is alive well now! He is the emperor's gift of Furchin Batulu..."

Several Qing soldiers ignored it and were about to instruct a companion to go to the doorman to find a rope, someone behind him scolded: "What's the noise in front of the government office?"

Everyone turned around and saw a Han civil servant wearing a fourth-rank Yunyan Buzi riding a tall horse and taking a few followers from the east. After a closer look, it turned out that it was Fang Jing, a food service soldier in Zhendi.

The military officer guarding the gate quickly beat him up and said, "Mr. Fang was frightened. Bei Zhi and others caught a spy from the North Sea pirate."

When Alin Bao saw Fang Jing, he immediately felt energetic and shouted: "Master Fang, I am Captain Goshha of He's promoted me! Last June, you went to Huining City to inspect the food and grass reserves. The villain has been following He's side. We have seen it! The villain came to report military information to Lord Dutong!"

Fang Jing, who was sitting on the horse, looked at Alinbao carefully, not to mention that he had a little impression. Last year, when he gave him money with the increase in the amount, this guy was present, his confidant.

In recent years, with the rise of Beihai Town, the Qing court has not been so strict in the governance of Xinjiang. So officials at all levels have taken action, deficits, embezzled national treasury, and falsely reported grain prices again.

You should know that since Qianlong unified Xinjiang, all parts of Xinjiang East Road, under the intentional management of the Qing court's vigorous development of settlement, farmland and water conservancy undertakings have developed rapidly, and local grain prices have continued to decline. Even Ji Xiaolan said that the cheapest grain prices in the world are beyond Wulumuqi, and the money sold by carts with Maiying is less than three cents of money.

However, in the official account, the purchase price of grain has been rising all the way. For example, wheat, the market price of each Beijing stone ranges from eight to nine cents to one tael and nine cents, while the county and county account for one tael and eight to nine cents per stone.

Fang Jing was in charge of the food industry with the most oil and water. He had already owed more than 10,000 taels of silver in the past two years, which was really good. Thinking of this, he ordered: "Take him into the government office for a question."

A long story short. After some interrogation, Alinbao's identity was confirmed. Then, a blood letter covered with the seal of the leader of the leader of the Barrykun was submitted to Shang An of the Ulumuqi. After reading the contents of the letter, he was a little stunned.

He said that when Huining City was broken, he was shot and unconscious. He was shot and found himself in a coma by Alin Bao and several of his personal entourages, and escaped from the city. After that, they hid in the Dongquan Temple near Qitai. Fortunately, a Taoist priest in the temple had excellent medical skills and took out the gun from his body, so he did not die. Then he lived in the Dongquan Temple near Qitai and disguised himself as a firework Taoist.
Chapter completed!