Upon hearing the adult's order, Li Yuan immediately squeezed into the candidate group and grabbed the "Qingliu Jiwen". He first looked at the single newspaper over and over again, and found the "Absurd Smiling Record" behind the newspaper's name.

"Shopkeeper, please read." Li Yuan thoughtfully and handed Zuo Zongtang the "Absurd Smile" to Zuo Zongtang. Zuo Zongtang took it and opened his eyes immediately. At first glance, his writing style was written by a person who reads poetry. The poems inside were all good, but the content was not only weird, but they were all nonsense, but they were also morally degraded. There were actually erotic words mixed in it. At first glance, it was the tone of "Jin Ping Mei", and there were strange symbols everywhere at the key points. The symbols said that 200 words were omitted here and 150 words were omitted here.

"If you read people, openly buy these obscene lyrics and erotic songs?" Zuo Zongtang was so angry that he turned around and asked the believer who came over to see the content.

"Mr. Qiongji wrote well. Although it was written in "Mirror Flowers". Although it was illusory, people can understand it at a glance. It is specialized in writing treacherous officials and traitors, such as Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng robbing Chen Yuanyuan, and An Lushan took Chang'an and robbing Yang Guifei. It is quite good."

"Ah?" Zuo Zongtang was stunned for a moment, and then looked carefully. His nose was slowly coming back, but his mouth opened instead--This issue was about Li Zicheng finding an Indian monster monk, transforming a group of Nine Heavens Mysterious Demons and having fun with Wu Sangui, and the people all turned into monsters and became Li Zicheng's help.

"Isn't this Qingfeng illiterate? Is it alluding to attack the rebel Zhao Ziwei?" Zuo Zongtang's heart was beating wildly. After reading it several times in a row, he always felt scolding Zhao Ziwei. After flipping the newspaper, he read the headlines of the newspaper, and it turned out to be a current affairs commentary. The thick title made Zuo Zongtang unable to move his eyes away.

After reading the headlines one by one, Zuo Zongtang suddenly turned around and held the demon's arm: "Where to find Mr. Qiongji?"

"You go with them." The demon reader always had a kind smile on his face, which was a sinister smile on his face. He pointed to the group of candidates who were calling his friends and said, "This is a plot omitted in the newspaper. You can only hear it in Qiongji Tower."

Zuo Zongtang immediately led the two bodyguards to hurriedly follow the group of people to the "Qiongji Building", which was actually two streets away from the pseudo-Imperial Palace.

This is a two-story wooden building mixed with shops. From the construction structure, it can be seen that this building used to be either a teahouse or a restaurant. It was inconspicuous outside and was in a dilapidated place, but there were many people blocking the door downstairs, including people of all kinds, including coolies with braids and cold cakes in their hands. There were also rich people with long silk clothes. There were also big smoke and smoke guns inserted into their waists. It was no different from those who heard about the Qing Dynasty.

A young man with a melon-shaped hat stood at the door to block everyone, and while checking the cash, he gave a sign to put people in. There were two large stacks of "Clean Chronicles" on the stool beside him.

Standing here, just under the nose of the pseudo-long-haired emperor, Zuo Zongtang was deeply moved: Guangzhou has not fallen. There are still patriots who are fighting.

He actually dared to allude the hairy and bring beasts into China. If he dared to allude Xianfeng in Beijing, he would probably have to be dug up the ancestral tombs and dug out the bones to make mutton soup.

It seems that although Zhao Ziwei is extremely treacherous, this person is indeed a semi-illiterate and rough man who has never read it. He doesn't know if he is scolded. He is really a semi-illiterate sadness.

But here, how courage and wisdom is it to use Zhao Ziwei's poems and lyrics to beat the drums and scold Cao?

At this time, the bell ringing sounds came from the field. The guy looked at the sign in his hand and shouted: "It's 11 o'clock. Today's first game is about to start. There are no more signs on the station. There are also one second floor sign text, four VIP cards, one tael of silver. Please hurry up."

"Go and buy cards! You need to go ahead." Zuo Zongtang shouted.

Even if Zuo Zongtang didn't say it, Li Yuan naturally wanted to buy the most expensive one. Anyway, Xianfeng paid for it, and the store also provided three newspapers of the day.

When I went in, I saw that the place was very small and the format was different from the Manchu teahouse: there was a wooden table at the front, a desk, and a gavel and a folding fan on it. This must be the location of a person. What is different from the Manchu teahouse is that there is an absolute luxury of the Manchu teahouse - a small Western clock that sounded.

And below, there were not tables like the Qing Dynasty. Instead, there were no tables, only rows of benches horizontally, with a few tables in front of them, which was the VIP seat, and only there was a table in front of them.

"Fuck, you know how to do business. If you put a table, there will be no few people in this small place." Li Yuan walked forward while looking at the crowded people around him and the stools on the second floor. They were sitting on the stools with their knees almost reaching the front row of people. Some chatted with each other, and some were knocking melon seeds. The air inside was dirty, and the smell of smoke, dry tobacco and sweat rolled like waves.

The three of them had just sat down on the VIP table. A waiter carrying an iron kettle ran over and handed the tea cup attentively and poured tea: "Do you want melon seeds and watermelons? How many?"

"You want to do anything, put this table in full, you're so tired." Li Yuan said, and Zhang Longtan also laughed.

"Did Mr. Qiongji tell me personally?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"Yes, the boss talks in person, it's so exciting." The waiter smiled and said, "You must be here for the first time. Don't worry, the newspaper is omitted. Mr. Qiongji will tell you slowly, so don't be addicted."

"Damn, I've seen all the pictures of Western erotic palaces. What's the point of being addicted to? You're talking nonsense, not brothel beauties, you're just tickling through the skin." Li Yuan said disdainfully.

"Don't say that, ha!" Zhang Longtan retorted his colleagues, but then laughed.

As he was talking, he heard a loud noise behind him, and Mr. Qiongji came out.

Zuo Zongtang put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the stage, but was slightly surprised: Most of them were middle-aged gangster uncles with a vulgar expression, but Mr. Qiongji was very young, calm, dark-skinned, and wearing a long-lost Confucian scholar robe. When he looked around, he felt a mixture of elegance and determination, but he walked a little lame.

"It turns out that he is a cripple. A disabled person can't find his wife. I'm thinking about this every day." Li Yuan was already studying the erotic scene behind the newspaper in his hand. He was a little addicted, but he was even more disgusted.

"What we are talking about is a bitch, you can find food if you are not a bitch or a disabled person. Who can do such a kind of inferiority?" Zhang Longtan smiled.

"Shut up." Zuo Zongtang ordered in a low voice. After realizing it, the two subordinates didn't realize that this Qiongji was a comrade-in-arms in Longtan.

"Thank you for your support." Mr. Qiongji stood on the stage and picked up the folding fan. He first greeted the fist on all sides, and then smiled: "Last time, Li Zicheng set up the Nine Heavens Mysterious Demon Array in Beijing, turned the people into monsters, defeated the Eight Immortals of Lu Dongbin, attacked the capital, and snatched Chen Yuanyuan, and then did that ill-treacherous thing..."

"I know he took off his shoes. What does Chen Yuanyuan's foot binding smell like?! I want to listen to this!" A scream came from the audience, and laughter immediately broke out in the audience, and the audience agreed.

"It's naturally a fragrant land. After smelling it once, you didn't smoke big cigarettes, and you just changed your feet." Mr. Qiong Ji smiled, and the audience burst into laughter.

After saying that, Mr. Qiongji began to make a fool of himself. This person's voice was bright and his chances changed quickly. Sometimes he made everyone in the audience blush, and sometimes he continued to make jokes about the troublemakers in the audience, making people laugh so hard that their stomachs hurt.

Li Yuan and Zhang Longtan also knew a little Cantonese. With the text content in the newspaper, they could roughly know what he was saying. And according to the Qing Dynasty civilization, this person was very shameless and dared to say anything. If he said this in the Qing Dynasty, he would definitely be reported by his colleagues and righteous people and brought into the government to be beaten to death for hindering the weathering. Therefore, Li Yuan and Zhang Longtan also listened with relish.

But Haijing is a demon capital, so shameless people like Qiuji can preach in public in a blatant manner.

"I seem to have seen this person somewhere?" Zuo Zongtang, as a great scholar, had a very high cultivation, but his face was not red, but he frowned.

"The shopkeeper's land is morally deteriorating. I am numbing them now." Li Yuan turned his head and cursed at Zuo Zongtang in a low voice, then looked up and shouted to Mr. Qiong Ji, who was walking a few steps away in front of him, "Good words! I'll reward you!"

As he said that, he reached out and smashed a ingot of silver and shouted, "You have to make it clear that Chen Yuanyuan bellyband!"

The silver was quite big and hit the stage with a bang. Mr. Qiongji was stunned. Then he picked up the silver and smiled at everyone, "Thank you! In addition to rewarding the silver, everyone should buy more newspapers. I am a newspaper seller!" Then he lowered his head and expressed his gratitude to the guests in the VIP seat: "Thank you for your support, what is the bellyband? I will tear it apart in a while and tell you...ah!"

But when Mr. Qiongji saw the square fat man in the middle of the VIP seat, he was in a mess. Before he finished the joke, he shouted "Ah!"

Staring at Zuo Zongtang, he fell on the stage, and his left foot tripped his right foot under his feet, and almost fell to the ground. He pressed the stage with his arm and got up, and forced a smile: "Look, I'm so tired to relieve everyone's boredom. Have you seen this clock? After 45 minutes, the old routine of Qiongji Building, I'll take a break for 15 minutes, and everyone will also go to let go of water and rest, and they always feel angry."

As soon as he said this, the audience laughed and cursed and relaxed. Many people went to let the water go. Qiongji got off the podium and sat in front of Zuo Zongtang's table. He stared at him for a while and shouted in a low voice: "Master Zuo, why are you here?"

"Are you?" Zuo Zongtang and the other two suddenly stood up, and they were scared into cold sweat in this stuffy and hot building.

"You recognized the wrong person! We are from Changsha Antique Store..." Li Yuan shouted immediately.

"I, Li Mingchang! Under Lord Taqibu, you have met me and asked about the passing of the battlefield!" Li Mingchang shouted in the lowest voice: "How could you take such a risk to come here! If you are discovered, you will die!"

"It's you!" Zuo Zongtang suddenly realized and remembered that after the defeat in the Jiangxi battlefield, he and Zeng Guofan and Luo Bingzhang both found many survivors to ask about the battle situation that they could not understand at the time. There was this young man inside. After Taqibu's troops were defeated and dispersed, he dragged a wounded leg and fled back to the Hunan Hunan Army's nest.

As a Guangdong man who has a lot of dealing with foreigners and knowledgeable knowledge, he told himself that the Crusader demons were not demonic magic, but foreign costumes and foreign warfare techniques, Zuo Zongtang still had a deep impression on him.

Then Zuo Zongtang stopped Li Yuan's endless concealment. This person had seen him and was recognized, and you were pretending to be a big deal. Moreover, he obviously had the intention of protecting himself. If he wanted to sell himself, he shouted on the podium: This is Zuo Zongtang, the leader of the Qing Demon. In front of so many short-haired listeners, who could run away with their braids?

"When did you leave the Hunan Army? Why did you come back? Why did you say it?" Zuo Zongtang asked in confusion---after all, a sir who is more inferior to a prostitute is really ashamed to be a sir.

"I'm lame. I can't fight again, and I don't want to..." Li Mingchang sighed and stuck the words below in pain.

But Zuo Zongtang and the other two were stunned and then terrified, and then sighed---Li Mingchang understood his meaning very well, and he did not dare to fight with the foreign gun team anymore. After being attacked by the crab formation, the Hunan Army was afraid of the enemy's fear of the enemy, and they were afraid that these demons would die. On the battlefield, the Changmao Taiping Army was afraid of the Hunan Army. When the Hunan Army saw them, they dared to kill them with jealousy; while the Hunan Army was afraid of the Shorthaired Crusaders, and their faces turned pale when they saw the cross flag. Later, they did not dare to fight in the field and retreated to the camp to defend, but the Crusaders' artillery fire became more and more fierce. In the later stage, facing the Crusaders, the Hunan Army did not even dare to defend the field camps, so they had to defend the city.

"Then can't you survive here? Do you want me to help you?" Zuo Zongtang asked. In his impression, how can people say that they can write erotic words before they can't survive? That's a scum.

"No need, actually I am the boss of this newspaper now. Life is fine." Li Mingchang smiled bitterly. Perhaps because of shame, he took the newspaper in Zhang Longtan's hand and explained: "I can't write such things. Now I can run such newspapers under Changmao's rule. I used to write serious articles, but almost went bankrupt in three months. I had to write these things that inferior people like to read, which can boost sales and also show off my ambitions!"

"You are scolding Changmao!" Zuo Zongtang leaned his head over and said in the lowest voice.

"Yes. You are so keen! You can tell by being a reader. Didn't you read the headlines of my newspaper? He is Wu Sangui, who seduces foreigners and is a dog from foreigners, and he wants to turn the people into slaves from foreign monsters." Li Mingchang snorted.

"Aren't you afraid that he will kill your nine clans?" Zuo Zongtang asked in a low voice.

"He killed my whole family." Li Mingchang sneered: "Come on, you can cut me off at most."

"Then do you still want to serve the court?" Zuo Zongtang admired the courage of this young man. He developed a heart of love for talent for a moment. As a spy, he already knew that Haijing was full of evil spirits. He had a weak mind, had no roots in ethics, and had no idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and he could not detect the situation of growing hair, but Li Mingchang seemed to be a suitable candidate for a visit.

Li Mingchang was stunned when he heard this, and did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and avoided Zuo Zongtang's gaze and whispered: "Rise, the people suffer, the people suffer, the people suffer, I have also been fighting in the south and north. I have seen the tragic situation of the corruption of the people, and I don't want to do it for any court anymore."

"What?" Zuo Zongtang gasped: This man was scolding Changmao, but he didn't want to do it for the Qing Dynasty.

"Then what do you want to do? Why are you willing to take the risk to scold Changmao?" Zuo Zongtang asked in confusion.

Li Mingchang sighed: "I can't understand the situation in the world either. Anyway, I'm not afraid of death. If I don't like it, I will scold you if I don't like it! But the court, alas, I won't say it anymore. I just hope that China can produce a king of revival, and the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe."

"What's wrong with the imperial court?" Zhang Longtan snorted coldly. As a Qing official, he was most annoying to the untouchables and unruly people who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who

"Nothing Mingchang sighed, but remembered what he saw and heard in the Hunan Army.

During the Ganzhou War, the crusaders in the high-capped foreign uniforms and guns appeared for the first time. They defeated the Hunan Army head-on, and directly captured and shot Zeng Guofan's fierce general Taqibu on the battlefield. Li Mingchang and others were scared to death. Fortunately, after they were completely beaten up at that time, it was almost dark and rain fell from the sky, which affected the Crusaders' actions, resulting in them not immediately launching an attack on the Hunan Army camp.

The remnants of the Hunan Army, who had no leader, immediately escaped in the rain at night.

The group of people ran for a few days before they met the Hunan Army troops coming to aid in a small county, and began to reorganize the army to face the chasing Hai Song Changmao army.

Li Mingchang was reorganized in the remnants of the mainland and sent to the battlefield again as a central army. The generals who ruled this time already knew what was going on in Ganzhou and had their own countermeasures for how to face the tactics where everyone was holding a bird gun.

It must be just killing in, and the birdslinger is done, Tachib has done it!

Moreover, there were not many demons, and the long-haired high-cap soldiers who came here this time. According to the spy, there were three battalions and one artillery company, and one more battalion and one artillery company than Tachib faced.

But the Hunan Army did not know what the use of less than a thousand people. The number of soldiers was several times higher than the other side. The commander, who analyzed the information, wanted to crush the Crusaders head-on. He set up a fish scale formation, reduced the strength of the two wings, and the entire army was concentrated in the middle. Like an arrow facing the Crusaders, the elite spearmen were laid on the front of a hill as the vanguard. In this way, the front, central and rear troops were lined up to the back of the hill, intending to use the sea of ​​people and the courage of the Hunan Army to completely kill the long-haired musket line in a small number.

On that day, in the Hunan Army, Li Mingchang was holding a spear and beside him was Uncle San with a knife. After the Crusaders were wantonly massacred in Ganzhou, the only two remaining members of the Zhao family team were left.

Originally, Uncle San used a clamp. But this was a sharp weapon. As a spearman who lost the clamp, he rarely could be distributed immediately. He had to get a knife and became a melee soldier.

Standing side by side with 800 middle-aged brothers in the depression, looking at the Hunan Army flags and front-line troops flying on small hills not far away, Li Mingchang murmured: "I wonder if the monsters are coming this time?"

"Don't say it! Don't say it!" A big man next to him immediately shouted.

"No way." Uncle San shivered.

"It's a pity that we are behind this hill! I can't see it. Who knows the superior? Go and take a look?" A sword soldier holding a shield in a low voice in the back row asked.

The group of Hunan troops who fled back from Ganzhou City said in fear.

At this time, a general came over on a white horse, patrolled the Hunan army for a while, and then stood up in front of the crowd. He shouted: "There are long-haired thieves in front! There are those who come back from Ganzhou among you, and you have also obeyed the orders! Those who dare to spread rumors will kill! Those who dare to shake the morale of the army will kill! Long hair will kill! They are just beasts in strange costumes! They are not foreigners! Not monsters! Today, our soldiers gathered to drink the blood of beasts! Avenge Lord Taqibu! Today's silver reward will be doubled, and a high-capped beast soldier will be rewarded with 5 taels of silver! Killing an officer with feathers on the hat will be rewarded with 50 taels of silver! Zhuang Lizhong, Liu Yongfu, the bandit leader, will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of reward! Do you understand?"

"Okay! Long live!" Suddenly, cheers broke out from the central army: "Kill Changmao!"

Such a generous reward of the silver immediately made the group of peasant militia jump up happily---a sword that was about to expose the wealth and honor, today!

"I'm afraid of Changmao. I cut down a high-capped demon in Ganzhou!" Uncle San shouted: "He cried the same fucking!"

"Yes, under the city of Ganzhou, I watched Lord Taqibu enter the demon camp with his own eyes. He killed him so hard that he could flow all over the world! We just need to rush over to see who the real man is!" A Hunan army roared and hit his braids hard on his neck and circled them a few times.

"That's right! Wait for us to come! We're all excited today! Take revenge! Get revenge for our brothers, uncles and nephews!" someone shouted.

"For Brother Wenluan!" Li Mingchang tightened the spear in his hand. He also raised his head and shouted: "It's just that we just hold the musket. If we kill in, they will die! Don't be afraid of death! Get out of fear of death!"
To be continued...