Chapter 614 Zeng Guofan, the revenge of the nine generations can still be repaid! (Please make an order, please vote)
On December 12, 1857, the boundary of Neixiang County, Nanyang Prefecture, Henan Province.
The surface of the Turbulent River had frozen into a whole piece of ice. In the shadow of the Zhaojiabao wall, one hundred and thirty-seven tenant farmers knelt in a row against the ice with their foreheads, blocking Huang Shijie's governor's guard of honor who was about to cross the river.
"Master Huang's clarification!" The leader Li Laosan suddenly pulled away the patched cotton coat, revealing his bony chest, "The land rent this winter will add another 30%. The young people are really going to starve to death in this twelfth lunar month!"
Li Laosan knelt down and took two steps, protecting the soldiers of the Ying-jeou camp in front of Huang Shijie's sedan chair, and the silk ribbons stained with blood were fluttered in the cold wind.
Wanzhen tightened the hand warmer wrapped in mink in the carriage, and looked at the child who was frozen purple outside the gap in the sedan curtain. The child was drawing a picture of the fields on the snow with a tree stick. The crooked lines actually coincided with the "Equalization Method of Well Fields" in the "Celestial Dynasty Fields System".
"Unclerence!" Huang Shijie cursed in Hunan official dialect. One of his Goshha knew that he had something to say, so he immediately lifted the curtain for him, revealing that tired, gloomy, and smileless face.
Seeing the face of "yellow skin", Li Laosan shivered for a moment and quickly closed the cotton coat, as if he was afraid that the other party would peel off his skin. The nickname "yellow skin" was not because he collected too ruthlessly, but because he really ordered to peel a lot of people when suppressing the civil strife in Gansu and Shaanxi... and it was peeled alive!
Huang Shijie glanced at Moore, Friedrich, and Wen Xian, the three "foreign masters" who had gotten out of the sedan chair and watched the fun, and sneered, "If you don't want to farm, just leave. After crossing the Tuanhe River and walking ten miles, you will be in the long-haired Zhangcun Town... Why don't you leave?"
"I..." Li Laosan shivered again, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Huang Shijie snorted coldly: "Because you have joined the Farmers Association, you must be a hairy inner supporter!"
"I, I don't..." Li Laosan quickly denied.
The two farmers kneeling beside him quietly moved to the side and joined the Datong Society and the Farmers Association in the current Qing Dynasty, both of which were murderers!
"This guy must be from the Farmers' Association!" A middle-aged man wearing a silk robe, with his left forearm, and was bandaged with bloody gauze, walked over with a few gentry wearing long gowns and melon-shaped hats, and pointed his right hand at Li Laosan. "This guy's cousin secretly kept the land distribution book, and had been burned to ashes and mixed into the incense burner of the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall!"
Wanzhen, who was sitting in the carriage, shivered when she heard this. What happened to the Qing Dynasty? Why did it become so cruel? She actually burned people to ashes and mixed them into the incense burner of the ancestral hall? This...
Sir Wen Xian was so shocked that his silver pipe fell to the ground: "This Qing Dynasty is not like this... It turns out that the Qing Dynasty is not like this!"
Bai Siwen's face also changed. At this time, he also found that the gentry was a little wrong. They all wore swords and swords... They didn't look like serious scholars!
"Take it down and try it out!" Huang Shijie pointed at Li Laosan and ordered, then waved his hand and signaled that Goshha who was holding down the curtain.
"It's unfair..." Li Lao San's scream came.
Huang Shijie closed his eyelids gently and whispered: "Duke Xiang of Qi, Ji, avenged the ninth generation ancestor... OK,
Very good!"
Seeing Li Laosan blocking the sedan chair and calling for justice, she was captured by Huang Shijie's Goshha, and the rest of the tenants were dispersed by whips.
Moore, who was standing beside him, whispered in German: "I understand the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom a little now...
Wen Xian shook his head: "No, no..., it turns out that the Qing Dynasty was not like this!"
"It's not like this, it's not right..." Bai Siwen's face turned pale and he murmured, "Da Qing, I'm afraid there is no more Qing Dynasty!"
"No, no?" Wen Xian turned his head and looked at Bai Siwen.
Bai Siwen said in an inauspicious voice: "How could the bannermen suppress such a cruel Han gentry?"
The gate of Zhaojiabao, standing on a high ground on the west bank of Tuanhe River, slowly opened, and a smell of pig manure and wine and meat came to the face. More than a dozen fat pigs were leisurely strolling on the stone road, with the piles of grain so high that they almost touched the city wall, and chickens and ducks pecked at the scattered grains under the piles of grain.
A middle-aged man with a bandage wrapped in his left arm leads the way in front with a mean smile on his face: "Mr. Huang,
Master Foreigner, please come in! These beasts don’t understand the rules, don’t be surprised.”
Another tall man wearing a blue robe and a sword on his waist followed him. His robe was stained with blood. He said to Huang Shijie like a show of merit: "Yesterday, hundreds of tenants resisted the rent and sneaked into Wang Jijiu, who went to tell them the truth, and broke one of his forearms... Now it has been flattened, more than a dozen were killed, more than two hundred were caught, and I cut one ear by myself. Now I am practicing the Confucius Temple to atone for my sins!"
It turned out that the one who had a forearm cut off was Xiao Fang, the priest from the famous scholar Nei Township, whose surname was Wang and Xiaowen, who passed the Juju. The person wearing the blue robe was Wang Juren's disciple, Zhao Chengsi, the head of Zhaojiabao.
Moore, who followed Huang Shijie and others into the fort, noticed that there were two sacks piled up beside the grain pile in the fort, and his frozen ears were exposed at the mouth of the bag.
Friedrich whispered in German: "These food is enough to feed the tenants in the entire Neixiang County!"
Huang Shijie turned his eyes to Wang Jijiu and said, "You have been cut off your arms by a tenant, why didn't you cut off their heads directly?"
Juren Wang gritted his teeth and said, "It's too cheap for them to chop off his head! I want them to build the Confucius Temple, and I'll be exhausted!"
"The father's hatred cannot be shared with the heavens; the brothers' hatred will not rebel against each other; the friendship between the marriage will be different countries..."
The sound of the boy chanting scriptures in unison reached Moore, Friedrich, Wenxian and Bai Siwen,
They hurriedly followed the scholars and saw dozens of teenagers kneeling on the futon in the classroom of a private school, shaking their heads and chanting scriptures. There was a sword on the floor next to the futon!
Zhao Chengsi said to Huang Shijie proudly: "According to your instructions, these kids from Zhaojiabao have been practicing swords since childhood and will be pillars of the famous sect in the future!"
"Just practicing swords is not enough," said Huang Shijie. "You have to practice foreign guns! You can't wait for the future... They have to become pillars of my famous sect immediately!"
"Now?" Zhao Chengsi focused his attention, "Okay, they are going to be pillars soon!"
Sir Wen Xian looked pale and whispered to Bai Siwen: "Why did the Qing Dynasty start to recite the scriptures of 'Great Revenge'? This is not the benevolence, righteousness and morality of Confucianism...
Huang Shijie suddenly interrupted: "Masters of the United States don't know that the famous religion nowadays emphasizes "using violence to fight violence". Don't the long-haired thieves in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom want to divide the land? Let's use swords to teach them what "constitutionality" is!
Lord Bai, do you think this is the reason?”
"Yes, yes..." Bai Siwen nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly, the teenagers who recited scriptures shouted together: "The revenge of nine generations can still be repaid!"
Bai Siwen's legs shivered and almost fell to the ground. Huang Shijie next to him gently helped him: "Master Bai, stand firm!"
"Nine, how many years is the ninth generation?" Bai Siwen murmured.
"It's over two hundred years-" Huang Shijie said.
At this time, a young man from the Zhao family ran to Zhao Chengsi with a piece of paper: "Three Grandpa, this was found from the third family of Li Lao San, not just one... but thousands!"
Zhao Chengsi took the piece of paper and whispered: "On February 2nd, the dragon raised its head, and the heavenly soldiers arrived. On the bluestone road in Changlefang, Xi'an City, several old women of flag men were hunched over and picked up coal cores in the snow with their frozen cracked hands. A team of Hunan cavalry flew over, and the snow mud splashed from the horse's hooves. One of the old women did not stand firmly and fell to the ground, and then cried and robbed the earth.
"Damn it, bad luck!" The leading Hunan Army tied the reins and spat, then pointed the horse whip at the banner girl who was huddled in the corner of the wall, "The silver hairpin on this girl is bright!"
The girl covered her hair in horror, but was pulled off the hairpin by a soldier who turned over and dismounted. The cry of a baby came from the depths of the alley. The flag-man woman wrapped in a patched cotton jacket hurriedly picked up the child and ran deeper into the alley.
Outside the Hunan Army camp in the south gate, three pond horses rushed into the gate one after another. The scouts on the horse's back were frozen and purple, but the military newspaper in his arms was so anxious that they were about to catch fire. The most urgent sealed the guards of General Pingxi and Li Hongzhang, the guardian of Anxi, said, "The horses fell against the Qing Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, and the Hexi shocked, and there might be a shocking change in Guanzhong."
When Zeng Guofan's confidant Guo Songtao took over the military report, he caught a glimpse of the last page saying: "The revenge of nine generations can still be repaid,
Is the teacher interested?"
He sighed, knowing that Zeng Dizhang was about to throw the teacup again.
Sure enough, after a while, a "bang" sound came from the signing room, and then Zeng Guofan scolded: "Okay your Li Shaoquan... Isn't it good to suppress bandits in Gansu, and do all these things, what do you want to do?"
At the same time, the charcoal basin in the main hall of the former Xi'an General's Mansion was crackling. Cixi held a string of jade Buddhist beads and her nails almost pinched into her palms.
A childish and tender voice came from outside the warm pavilion: "The hatred of nine generations can still be repaid...", and every word is recited,
Her heart twitched.
"Enough!" Cixi shouted angrily, suddenly lifted the curtain, and Luo Zenan, the chief master of the study, put down the "Ram Biography" in his hand, stood up and stood up. The five-year-old emperor Zai Chun sat on the cushion, and the hem of the apricot and yellow dragon robe was wet - he was scared to death.
The hall was quiet. Suddenly, the bell rang. Cixi turned her head and looked at the tablet of Xianfeng, then suddenly lifted her skirt and knelt down: "Last Emperor..., please open your eyes and see, someone in the court wants to avenge the ninth generation of revenge..."
In the Hunan Army camp, Zeng Guofan threw Li Hongzhang's military apostle into the brazier, watching the words "Nine Generations of Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge outside the window. Outside the window, the shouts of Jizi Camp: "Nine Generations of Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Revenge Can Be Reven
He suddenly smiled bitterly at Guo Songtao, who had become the Minister of Military Affairs: "You say - this 'Nine-Times' Rule',
Should I read it for Changmao or for us?”
Before Guo Songtao answered, a personal soldier reported urgently: "Master General! The governor of Henan, Lord Huang, led the fifth battalion of Yingzi, to escort the queen mother's sister and British envoys Wen Xian, Moore, Friedrich and others to Xi'an!"
Chapter completed!