"Thank you for your cultivation." Although Da Wenxi is not good at working, he still knows the basic etiquette. When he heard that he was promoted to a thousand households, he immediately knelt down and saluted him. Dongchang treated him very poorly and did not give him a promotion for many years.
Even the funds for the activities were in arrears, causing him to be reduced to selling vegetables for a living. Now the old Dongchang that sent him to Beijing as an undercover agent has been destroyed. The Newdong Factory does not care about them dispatched personnel. The appearance of several adults from the Nanchang is like a timely rain.
In general, it not only saved his anxiety, but also gave him the fire of hope that he only had when he was young. I, Da Wenxi, will also be able to stand out one day.
"Please, Wen Xi, from now on we are our own family. We don't need to use these false etiquettes when no outsiders are present. From now on, we need you to work harder on things in Beijing."
Liu Ziguang could tell from today's events that Da Wenxi was not good at management, he was just a master of medicine. The construction of Beijing Station still needed to find someone else. After all, the Qing Dynasty only lasted for ten years, and there was still no way to find people with lofty ideals for the motherland.
How difficult it is.
Da Wenxi's home is very simple. He can't even find a few decent beds. He has used all the furniture he bought in the past. Now there is only one bed left in the wing. How can so many people sleep?
Liu Ziguang, who had the highest official position, was allowed to sleep. Liu Ziguang naturally would not be separated from the masses, so a group of people removed the door panels and laid them in the yard to make a floor. The summer night in Beijing was very cool. Everyone shook the cattail fans and ate watermelon.
It was quite interesting to chat in the courtyard while looking at the stars and listening to Da Wenxi talk about all kinds of strange things about Beijing over the years.
In the early years, there was great chaos in the north, and thieves were everywhere, especially in Shaanxi. The thieves led by a guy named Li Zicheng attacked the city and plundered the land, which actually threatened the safety of the capital. The emperor fled in a hurry with a group of concubines and ministers, leaving a huge
The city of Beijing was left to Li Zicheng's invading army. After Li Zicheng occupied Beijing, he looted and brought the first catastrophe to the people of Beijing. Later, the invading army cut off the food and wages of Shanhaiguan. The Ming army in Shanhaiguan had no food and grass inside, and no reinforcements from outside.
They could not receive orders from the imperial court, so they persisted in resisting the attack of the barbaric Qing army outside the pass, and finally fell. The Qing army entered the pass in large numbers, beating the invaders who were still immersed in the joy of victory, and abandoned them.
Go to the city.
Originally, the Manchus just wanted to take advantage of the civil strife in the Ming Dynasty and take advantage of it. However, after entering Beijing, they discovered that the Ming Dynasty's rule was so weak. So after the persuasion of Fan Wencheng, Hong Chengchou and other Han ministers, they finally decided to continue.
Moving forward to occupy the colorful world of the Han people, the highest rulers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, from Huang Taiji to the current Xuan Ye, implemented different policies. The only thing in common is that they all took it as their mission to conquer the world, but Huang Taiji and others
The approach was more iron-blooded, and now, with the assistance of many young and capable think tanks, Kangxi's policies are more conducive to the reconciliation of national conflicts.
I think that when Huang Taiji first entered the customs, his self-confidence was very inflated. He thought that he could conquer Jiangnan in one go. He focused all his energy on military affairs and had no policy on civil affairs. After the failure of the southern invasion, he began to consider the issue of stabilizing the rear area. First, he reduced taxes.
, controlled the flow of the people, and then accepted the suggestion of the great traitor Sun Zhixian, shaved their hair and changed their clothes, and conquered the Han people spiritually, which triggered a series of resistance activities. The Manchu Qing Dynasty took a very firm attitude on this issue and took
They knew that only by starting from every bit of life could they separate the people from the Southern Dynasty and become accustomed to being subjects of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. For this policy, whether it was Fan Wencheng, Dorgon, or the Empress Dowager
Da Yu'er, as well as the group of young elites who now control the government, have no objections, but this iron-blooded approach will definitely cause a certain backlash. Therefore, the court recently launched a campaign to speak out and let the common people stand up and speak out about the benefits of the Qing Dynasty.
, recalling the sufferings during the reign of the Ming Dynasty, and using this kind of gathering to remember the bitterness and remember the sweetness to disintegrate the antagonism in the hearts of the people. Today at the entrance of the alley, the landguards were shouting about this, and all the people who participated could receive two kilograms.
Millet is indeed a great temptation for Beijing, which has just survived the famine. There must be a lot of people going there. Even Liu Ziguang is very interested and decides to go tomorrow to join in the fun.
The venue for the "Remembering the Bitterness and Thinking of Sweetness" conference is located in the open space outside Zhengyang Gate. Zhengyang Gate is a city gate in the inner city, directly opposite the Yongding Gate in the outer city. It is a traffic thoroughfare with a huge flow of people.
The open space was already crowded with people watching the excitement. Merchants from the south and the north stopped to watch. The nearby people even brought their matzas and small benches to hold meetings. The men of the Nine Admirals were nearby with red tasseled guns.
To maintain law and order, vendors carrying baskets wandered around like flies, selling melon seeds, peanut candies, and herbal tea.
The main venue is a wooden stage, with a pair of couplets in vernacular hanging on both sides. The upper couplet is: "Don't forget the man who dug the well when you are drinking water." The second couplet is: "Thank you from generation to generation for the kindness of the Qing Dynasty." The horizontal scrolls are a row of huge ones, which shock people's hearts and minds.
The big black characters on the red background read: "I am a wrapper and I am glorious." On one side of the stage, a band with huqin and suona was adjusting the instruments. A handsome young man stood on the stage with a big speaker and shouted, "Give the stage."
The crowd below fell silent. The common people chattered and refused to stop. It was not until the errand of the Infantry Army Yamen rushed over and beat several people with knife handles that the noise subsided.
Liu Ziguang and others crowded in the crowd to watch the fun. The handsome young man on the stage was obviously not the speaker. He was babbling and he didn't know what to say. The common people didn't listen. They just talked in private and waited for the conference to end so they could collect millet.
After a while, the people on the stage got off the stage, and after a gong sounded, a serious-looking man stepped onto the stage.
"Hey. Isn't this Li Yunlong?" Liu Ziguang couldn't help but laugh. This man's pretentious face and bitter and hateful expression are similar to those of a popular TV star. Anyway, that's the main theme of his face. It seems that he is full of Qing Dynasty.
A lot of effort was put into selecting personnel on the propaganda front.
"Li Yunlong" stood in the center of the stage, pulled up the microphone and said loudly: "Neighbors and fellow villagers, my name is Fan Jian, and I am a farmer from Mentougou. I am here today just to tell everyone about my life in the past ten years.
Report, use my real-life experience to respond to the slander of the imperial court by some people with ulterior motives!"
Fan Jian's voice was high and magnetic, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention. When he saw the faces of everyone in the audience turning to him, Fan Jian became more motivated and shouted at the top of his voice: "In
In Mentougou, my hometown, the folks call me Mr. Fan. In fact, I have never read a book and cannot be called a gentleman. I just use the plainest language to tell everyone about the great changes in my life, so that everyone knows how good the imperial court is.
I will also point you to a bright road. Are you interested in listening to me?" He pointed the microphone at the people in the audience coolly, hoping to hear the word "yes" that shook the earth.
Of course, no one followed him to make noises. The people in the capital were not so easy to fool. Everyone came here for Xiaomi. There was no time to cooperate with his performance. There were only seven or eight pre-arranged ruffians who slapped their hands sparsely and shouted loudly.
Shouting: "Yes" caused a burst of low laughter from the crowd, but Fan Jian was not discouraged and still said confidently: "Since everyone wants to hear it so much, let me tell you a true experience of mine."
Backstage, a waiter brought a cup of tea for Fan Jian to soothe his throat. Mr. Fan drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve boldly, and looked at the floating clouds in the sky. He seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past, and even his eyes became hesitant.
.He said in a slow tone:
"In the late Ming Dynasty, I was still a fourteen-year-old child, working for the wealthy man Wang's family in Mentougou. Three generations of our family have been long-term workers for the wealthy man Wang's family. I have been herding sheep in his family since I was a child, and I didn't have enough food or clothing to keep me warm. , if you work a little slower, you will be whipped, and you can’t even eat a meal of dumplings on New Year’s Eve. Even with such hard work, you can’t get the compassion of your employer. I still remember that winter, my father broke it because of a mistake. He entered a glass window of his employer's house, and they stripped him of his clothes and whipped him more than a hundred times with a whip dipped in water. Such a strong man was beaten to the point of being reduced to a human shape. When he returned home, he vomited several liters of blood and died. Before he died, my father looked at the north and said to me: "Son, my father can't wait for that day, but you still have to wait for the heroes from outside the country to save our miserable life. I quickly asked my father, heroes What do they look like? Dad said, heroes all have big braids. After saying this, my father died with hatred. After my father died, the rich man Wang took a stack of forged loans and said that my family owed them ten taels. Money, they had to take my mother away. I was so angry that I picked up a hatchet and fought with them. At a young age, I was no match for the rich man’s family. I was immediately knocked to the ground. My mother tried her best to save me, using her flesh and blood to save me. I blocked the steel knives of the thugs with my body and covered me as I ran towards the back hill. The thugs were in hot pursuit. Just when they were about to catch up with me, suddenly there was a loud sound of horse hooves, red flags fluttering, war drums shaking the sky, and a group of gods-like people. Warriors descended from the sky, killed the losers, and saved me. When I saw the braids on the back of their heads, I knew that the heroes my father once said were coming."
Having said this, Fan Jian couldn't help but wipe the wet corners of his eyes, as if the touching scene ten years ago was happening right in front of his eyes. He paused deliberately and waited for the audience to digest the content before continuing. Go on:
"The heroes are the troops of the Eight Banners of Manchuria. At that time, they followed the general order of Emperor Taizong and went to liberate our poor people in Mentougou. I remember that the leader of the team was really named Songshou. He was a tall, mighty and kind man. As a mature man, Uncle Songshou touched my head and said, "Don't be afraid, children. From now on, you no longer have to fear the exploitation of landlords and old wealth, because you will become the coat of arms of the glorious Eight Banners of Manchuria and live a carefree life from now on." ."
Fan Jian's emotions became excited again: "Baoyi, what a glorious word. From then on, my mother and I became the Baoyi of Uncle Songshou's family and lived a happy and stable life. The rich man Wang who bullied us in the past was punished. Hongqi's uncles beheaded them in public, avenging our family and the fellow villagers who had the same fate as ours. Then the fields and cattle and horses of the rich man Wang's family became the spoils of war that Uncle Songshou deserved, and he distributed these fields equally. Give it to us, let us farm and work. Our coaters are different from the long-term workers in the past. Not only are we well fed and clothed, but if we have minor illnesses or disasters, our masters will also hire doctors to treat them. We also have them on New Year’s Eve every year. After eating the dumplings, as the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. If the soldiers of the Eight Banners had not come to rescue me, I would have been a cup of loess in Mentougou. How could I stand here and chat with everyone? Such a god A great kindness is worth risking my life to repay, so the imperial court asked me to give a lecture to everyone, and I agreed without hesitation. I told you this story to tell everyone who He is the caring person of our common people, who is our great benefactor. Now there are some bad people with ulterior motives who are thinking about attacking the residual light from the south all day long and restoring the dark rule of the past. Here I want to tell you that only those like us can As long as you are here, your dreams will never come true!"
"Well said!" A young man with a red face jumped onto the stage with a whoosh. He was wearing a pair of fast boots, with a big braid wrapped around his neck. He walked with great grace, his eyes were shining, and he looked like a good man.
"Brother Fan's talk will wake up the dreamer." The hero clasped his fists and said loudly. Fan Jian nodded slightly and said, "I must have something to say after hearing Fan's family history of blood and tears."
The microphone in his hand was handed over.
The hero waved his hand to indicate that he did not need that thing. He faced the audience and shouted with a powerful voice: "I am a member of the Hei Gutai family in Fangshan. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. What Brother Fan said just now made me enlightened.
As citizens of the Qing Dynasty, each of us has the responsibility to maintain this beautiful living condition. I heard that people in the south have begun to stir up trouble again recently. Although I do not have the honor of being a wrapper, I still want to do my best to be a Qing Dynasty citizen.
It is the duty of the people to join the Green Camp, defend the Qing Dynasty to the death, and avenge Lord Songshou who died in Shandong!"
The hero raised his arms and shouted, and the people in the audience who had been arranged in advance immediately started to make noises, clamoring to become a coater or to join the army. The atmosphere was very lively, but at this moment, a discordant voice sounded:
"Ugh..." Someone vomited. Someone actually vomited in such a serious situation!