After pinching the watch for 10 minutes, Huan Zhuguo put on a thick Western coat, picked up a stack of newspapers, and went to the door of the emperor's office, took out a handkerchief, knocked on the door a few times, and walked in. Sure enough, Lao Bai was still reporting to Zhao Kuo inside.

Huan Zhuguo stood by with a smile, wiping his sweat with his handkerchief from time to time.

"Tell them, then do it like this." Zhao Kuo waved to Lao Bai after hearing the report.

After seeing Lao Bai’s report, Huan Zhuguo smiled and put the stack of books and newspapers on Zhao Kuo’s table, wiped his sweat and said, “It’s too hot this day, it’s still your Majesty and Xiaobai, you are comfortable.”

This sentence reminded Zhao Kuo that he was wearing a robe to absorb sweat and breathable, and he was bare-handed and was still very hot with a palm fan in his hand. Huan Zhuguo's suit was naturally sweaty. Zhao Kuo raised his head and shouted that Lao Bai was about to leave, and asked, "Hey, why are you wearing a robe? Don't have a dress?"

Lao Bai was stunned, turned around and bowed quickly and said, "Yes, I took it to wash today."

"Did you custom-made it from Lao Zhou? I haven't seen you pass it through it." Huan Zhuguo asked strangely.

In the emperor's doubtful eyes, Lao Bai was immediately stunned. He didn't know what to say. Zhao Kuo waved his hand impatiently again: "Go, remember to wear it tomorrow to go to court."

Seeing Lao Bai go out, Huan Zhuguo smiled and said, "Old Bai doesn't seem to like the dress. It's so hot, but our local cloth robes are still comfortable."

"Where did he come from?" Zhao Kuo was very unhappy: he did not wear foreign clothes to show the people. The people have always recognized treacherous ministers. No matter how bad the subordinates are, the emperor is good, so it is necessary to distinguish between themselves and officials, deliberately wearing robes to show that they do not forget their roots and be in the same mind as the people. If you have trouble in the future, you should push them over your head and stick gilt on your face; if your officials don't like to wear foreign clothes, how can you achieve the best and low-level results for those untouchables, and how can you set new standards for the noble and low status for those untouchables? How can Western things have a good attitude to learn?

"I was an early imperial examination officer. I have been in Jiangxi and did a good job in Qingxiang. I chose to join my office. I recommend one of the people in the land. I don't know if it is from the Heaven and Earth Society." Huan Zhuguo explained.

Zhao Kuo thought for a while and said, "You don't need a flexible guy. This person seems a little stupid. You can find him a suitable position. In a few days, you may have been a foreign company employee and landlord. You can choose one."

"Okay, okay. This kind of new official must be familiar with the Westernization. I lack the most in the place. Thank you, Your Majesty." Huan Zhuguo nodded and bowed, and felt secretly happy: In a few days, you, you flatterer, will be sent to supervise the digging of the sewer.

"Is this a new newspaper in Haijing? Who is the better?" Zhao Kuo picked up the stack of newspapers sent by Huan Zhuguo and looked at it. He laughed: "That tabloid and that newspaper in Tiandihui?"

"Yes. The land sold in "Qingliu Jiwen" is good. Their boss is good at doing business. He actually came up with the method of serializing erotic writing. He wrote serialized essays and wrote his own story. The sales volume is very good. It can sell about 10,000 copies per issue. The sales volume is the best among private newspapers." Huan Zhuguo said.

Zhao Kuo picked up a copy of "Qingliu Jiwen". He looked at it and said with a smile: "When playing mahjong, Lao Zhou told me several times. His nephew is very awesome. He begged me to give me a reward. This guy is very good."

As he said that, he filmed the pile of newspapers and said, "Didn't he write a serial? We will publish it for him. By the way, we will promote the copyright edict. You will draw an imperial edict to reward him. In addition, you will write a headline for the people to blow the news. Newspapers are very important. We must strongly encourage it. Now there are too few people who are literate. Confucian scholars cannot rely on. We rely on semi-illiterate merchants, workers, peasants and missionaries to increase the literacy rate. If you can get a habit of reading newspapers, it will be of great help to us. Now, the genre and style of writing are our pioneering place. The greater the wind blows, the more stable we control the people's hearts."

"Your Majesty is wise." Huan Zhuguo hurriedly bowed and said yes.

"It's okay, you can go busy." Zhao Kuo waved his hand.

But Huan Zhuguo didn't move. He paused for a moment and asked, "I sent you the "Absurd Laughter" written by Li Mingchang a few days ago. Did you read it?"

"I don't have time to see those things." Zhao Kuo sneered and thought to himself: This is not the kind of h-essay from later generations, it just describes the style of women's clothes, and it looks beautiful.

Seeing that Huan Zhuguo was a little reluctant to speak, Zhao Kuo asked strangely: "What else do you want to say?"

Huan Zhuguo coughed and said, "Do you know that Li Mingchang has participated in the Hunan Army?"

"Aren't you an unlucky guy who was numbed by our shells? His uncle cried many times. He had experienced two massacres by the foreign gun team and had not been beaten to death, but he was lucky." Zhao Kuo disagreed.

"He is the survivor of the former president of the Fogang Militia Federation, do you know?" Huan Zhuguo said again.

"I know, Lao Zhou said that he was kowtowing. Isn't it possible to kill and pardon everyone after the end of the clearance of the countryside in a region?" Zhao Kuo looked at Huanzhu National Highway: "What do you want to say?"

"His book alludes to Your Majesty and the Song Dynasty!" Huan Zhuguo sneered: "It's all about traitors who led troops into the invasion, such as Li Zicheng, Wu Sangui, Qin Hui, etc. Recently, it's about Li Zicheng turning the people into demons."

Zhao Kuo was stunned, and then he picked up the latest "Qingliu Jiwen", read the novel behind it, and sneered at Huan Zhuguo: "Are you sick? Which word says that I am Song and I? When he writes shit, you have to say that you are scolding us? Are we shit?! Do you, the prime minister, think we are shit? Is our court as bad as the Qing Dynasty? You are fucking scolding yourself!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Huan Zhuguo was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately bowed to admit his mistake with cold sweat.

"Go out." Zhao Kuo waved his hand, but muttered in his heart: The Confucians in the Qing Dynasty had nothing to do, either flattering or doing these heart-killing bad things, but they were really comfortable to flatter.

Huan Zhuguo bowed, bowed, and turned around and went out, but he felt a little disappointed. Involuntarily, when he saw this master for the first time: At that time, His Majesty shot and killed Sun Weisheng who dared to scold him. His blood splattered Huan Zhuguo who was kneeling beside him.

When he was so scared that he almost fainted, Huan Zhuguo, who was trembling with fear, looked up at the devil who killed people without blinking, but a strange feeling broke out in his heart: How majestic and extraordinary temperament is this long hair who shot and killed people with a smile!

He immediately "loved" this demon king and deeply "loved" it, as if the lover he had been pursuing for his whole life suddenly appeared in front of him--this was like lightning "love at first sight".

He knelt down deeply and kowtowed hard. He used this incomparable piety to express the inner ecstasy under his fear.

Soon, he was surrounded by long hair and subdued at Zhao Kuo's feet. He watched Zhao Kuo's army killing people, and Zhao Kuo massacred the gentry. This made him feel extremely happy. He fantasized that one day, the demon king would throw the token at his feet, and he picked it up. He passed the demon king's instructions, let the head fall to the ground, and let the blood flow into a river.

However, after occupying Guangzhou and founding the country as the Song Dynasty, Huan Zhuan was surprised to find out because of betraying Zhong Han and making great contributions. His Majesty's nature was changing - Wallace Chung let him go. Wallace Chung was going to rebel. According to Huan Zhuan, he would kill at least 10,000 people this time; Chen Kaizhi, the manufacturing bureau, also let him go. The heroes and officials involved, and at least several thousand were killed, but Zhao Kuo did not kill him alone.

"kindness?"

Only this word that seems to be incompatible with the original long hair and head can be described as the current Song Dynasty!

After understanding the emperor's thoughts, Huan Zhuguo threw the Ming Dynasty out of the office, but instead began to study the Song Dynasty.

That major case in the bureau was aroused by the imperial officials--this was a signal to turn to the Song policy area. The officials of the Song Dynasty have always been safe and high-income, which is a good thing.

Huan Zhuguo had been laughing at him for a long time, but he was still a little disappointed in his heart - no blood, no human blood like the sea, the violent demon king became kind, and he felt insecure.

While thinking about it, Zhao Kuo screamed in panic from behind: "Damn it! "Chinese and Dogs are not allowed to enter"?!"

Before Huan Zhuguo could turn around, Zhao Kuo asked in horror: "Boguo. What year is this year?"

"Your Majesty, is it that you are asking about the Ching of the Demons?"

"I'll ask Nishiyuan!"

"It's 1855!"

"Yes! It's only 1855!" Zhao Kuo pointed at the newspaper and shouted in panic at his prime minister.

Immediately, a lower-level official in the "park" was called to the office.

"Do you really hang this card?" Zhao Kuo roared as he waved the newspaper.

"Yes." The official was very scared but obviously confused, and he didn't know why His Majesty got angry.

In fact, the French banker was so full that he wanted to build a park dedicated to the Song Dynasty, but the Chinese who could understand the word "park" was currently the only time traveler in the Far East.

There were no parks in the Qing Dynasty, only private parks.

Although public gardens are often seen in later generations, the only thing that the Qing people could enjoy was the stone lion in front of the yamen.

And this is still what makes them afraid of, not what makes them happy.

Officials of the Song Dynasty knew nothing about this park. The garden was built in their own back garden, but foreigners had to build a garden on the street. And the emperor seemed very happy, so just build it.

After the construction was completed, the efficient officials of the Song Dynasty immediately surrounded the garden with wooden fences and added a locked wooden door - an additional addition to the owner of the garden. Of course, they did not confirm whether the owner was the emperor or the banker.

Later, the banker who paid the money was very happy and wanted to go in and have fun. The officials confirmed that the owner was him and immediately gave him the key. He naturally threw away the lock immediately and the door was no longer locked. This is a park.

But there was an old man guarding the door at the door. This was left by officials from the Song Dynasty enthusiastically for the French. The people of the Song Dynasty guessed that this was someone's garden. No one entered. They were all foreign consuls and merchants from all over the country who worked and lived nearby to enjoy it.

However, things soon began to argue: The officials of the Song Dynasty believed that the garden was foreign, so they naturally would not hire workers to clean and maintain it, and they did not even pay the salary of the old man in the door - your master must have paid for these.

But French bankers don't think so - this is a park, and it must be that all Chinese and foreigners can enter and entertain freely. Of course, Dasong paid for maintenance, so he personally found the official in charge of this matter. First, he explained that anyone can go in and play in this park, except for men and ladies who bring pets; second, because of the first point, I hope that Dasong can find someone to clean and maintain it.

This matter is a very small matter, so it is naturally impossible to alarm Zhao Kuo. When the official in charge heard this, he stayed for a long time: Do you pay the money to build a homeless abandoned garden?

Then just do it according to the money order. Immediately, the gate of the garden is open all day long, and a sign is hung at the door: Dogs are not allowed to enter; and the old man in the door also received instructions: No one should be cared about - slowly, Chinese people entered.

Two days later, the French came again--the garden was already like a typhoon blow. The trees were broken, the flowers were scattered away by the roots, and the pavilion pillars were carved with someone to visit here. Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the yellow and white things everywhere, which are used as a cottage!

As a result, all the foreigners naturally ran away and complained to the French Lords that there was a lack of leisure place.

"How can that be done?" Hearing that the Frenchman asked the Song Dynasty to take charge of the matter, the official immediately refused: "If you want someone to enter casually, it must be like this. Whose land is not like this? And do you know how much silver it takes to re-arrange flowers and plants? Are you going to be going to our court?"

"Then can you send someone to supervise it? You can't destroy the park. After all, this is the only park in the city center. Many friends like it there." French bankers were helpless.

"Send people to supervise? How many talents are needed? That garden is quite large! Should I send a team of sheriffs to guard every day? How is this possible? Besides, I don't have the power to send people." The official was furious.

The official asked the superiors for instructions, but the superiors also did not understand the strange actions of these foreigners - you just spent the money to be tormented?

"Then let the foreigners go there. Anyway, they paid for the repairs. The land that His Majesty specially found was all foreign brothers." The official above instructed: "We have no one to send, we can maintain it once every two days without money, so they can play on their own."

Immediately the old man guarding the door came back, and the official went to add three words to the card, "Chinese and dogs are not allowed to enter".

The garden has become a park that pays for and enjoys. Haisong Park has become Haisong Private Park again, it is just a park for foreigners.

But even if it is such a great card, the people don’t care. If the government wants to say whatever the government wants, it’s not allowed to enter.

However, Li Mingchang, who was full of hatred of the Song Dynasty, was a Confucian. He thought that Zhao Kuo was Wu Sangui, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was full of smoke from his or her orifices. He didn't say such a crazy guy who was just a dog? In fact, the Qing Dynasty did this, but he had to fool the Man and Han family, but he didn't dare to say so clearly: "The Han people are dogs."

As a result, he wrote the news in it - as evidence that he attacked the Song Dynasty Changmao colluded with foreigners to underestimate the people's subway.

"I'll go and see it myself!" Zhao Kuo's eyes turned red. He held the newspaper and walked out.

"I can just send someone to solve such a small matter as Your Majesty." Huan Zhuguo stopped Zhao Kuo.

"You go and solve it?" Zhao Kuo shouted: "Do you know how big this matter is? If it is not done well, someone will definitely cut it out to mess with me in the future!"

As soon as the door was opened, Zhao Ying came over: "Your Majesty is going out?"

"Big and small things?" Zhao Kuo asked.

Seeing Zhao Kuo rushing to go out, Zhao Ying was stunned and laughed: "Actually, I have nothing to do, you can do it."

"Light up a few of your plain clothes, I'll go and see with my own eyes." Zhao Kuo said to Zhao Ying, then turned his head to Huanzhu Guodao: "Call me a few heads of the navy and talk about Lan Fang in the afternoon."

The park is next to the Governor's Mansion. When I got out of the car, I saw that there was indeed that terrible card. Zhao Kuo took the card off with his own furiously, took the old man's straw hat on the door, and shouted: "Let me find a white card, write all kinds of inaccurate things, and put it on it. I'll see if it's really so evil?"

It was indeed very evil. As soon as the card was picked, Chinese people who had come in immediately came in. The foreigners in the garden hugged their heads and fled, and the noise was soon in the air. Children rolled on the flowers and smashed sculptures with stones to play. The vendors came in with all kinds of things to sell, or they would sell flowers and plants, and they would dig whatever flowers were beautiful and expensive. On the way, all kinds of garbage were gone, and passers-by also regarded this place as a cottage.

In just half an hour, just before Zhao Kuo's eyes, the garden seemed to be run over by a herd of laughter and elephants, leaving only the ground with broken flowers and willows and garbage all over the ground.

Zhao Kuo was so angry that before he could have time to attack, the square fat guy from the three guys on the opposite side spitted on his feet.

He couldn't help but feel angry and stood up and said a few words. Unexpectedly, the other party saw the notice as nothing, and he was so fierce that he wanted to vomit his face!

"Who am I? I'm always the emperor!" Zhao Kuo was furious, threw away his straw hat, pointed at the three of them who were scolding him and shouted wildly.

Zhao Kuo and the three of them stared at each other for a few seconds, and were about to go up and slapped their faces directly. The scene in front of him made him laugh and cry.
To be continued...