In December 1854, a convoy of Western four-wheeled carriages imitated by the Song Dynasty, led by the crusaders, came to the police at night at the gate of Haijing City, and handed the identity certificates of the guards from the carriage window. These policemen with the words "public security" on their chests were all cut from various army to former soldiers of the police organization. After looking at the certificates and looking at the police officers, they stood at the right time to salute the convoy with Western salutes. The carriage was seated with their heroes and commanders. The general of the Song Dynasty's Northern Expedition to Jiangxi: Zhu Qingzheng.

"Don't go back directly, just go around the palace." Zhu Qingzheng lifted the curtains and looked at the city occupied by his familiarity, leading his army with his own hands. He hadn't come back for nearly a year and hardly knew this once-Manchu city: although it was late at night, the streets were full of people. Along the Xinpu horse-drawn carriageway across Guangzhou, Chinese and Western shops were densely packed on both sides, with Chinese and foreigners everywhere. The foreigners you see in other places a year are not as many as Haijing.

The palace, as he left a year ago, had no change at all. The most effective thing is to imprint it. If you put your mark on the soldiers' faces, you will have no place to run. In the later period, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom did this in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it was imprinted on the residents' faces. As a result, Western journalists saw many Taiping Army deserters who were willing to shave their faces among the refugees in Shanghai. These people ended up extremely miserable. Not only would the Taiping Army kill them, but the Qing soldiers would not let them go.

But no one wants to make a fuss about his hair. Zhu Qingzheng sighed in admiration: From the Qing Dynasty braided books to the Taiping Army’s long hair, and then to short hair, it is completely natural. In terms of military organization, shaving hair is more useful than perming the "Da Song" on his face with a soldering iron.

As Zhao Kuo's confidant, Zhu Qingzheng found a barber who was looking for a barber that night and cut his hair short in front of Zhuang Lizhong and Dou Wenjian: not only declared his irreconcilable situation with the Qing Dynasty, but also declared his loyalty to Zhao Kuo and kept up with the boss's footsteps.

In response to this, Li Wenmao and Guan Ju looked bad that night, so they didn't want to shave their hair.

Thinking of this, standing at his home, Zhu Qingzheng touched his hair that was constantly shaved into short hair and smiled: Your Majesty is always right. After seeing how terrible the Imperial Gun Team was, the generals of the Sun and Moon Army were scrambling to shave their hair. This was not only to convince His Majesty, but also to believe that the Song Dynasty would inevitably kill the Qing Dynasty. As the commander, Zhu Qingzheng could only feel relieved.

In the school book, a small local dog rushed up very friendly. Zhu Qingzheng didn't know when he had a dog at home.

"Xiaoqing, that's the master. Go play!" The housekeeper Ershu Afu immediately came over to catch the puppy, and explained: "Master, I'm taking this back to see my home."

"It's okay. It's good." Zhu Qingzheng nodded.

The puppy sniffed the smell, suddenly became intimate, wagging its tail, and turning around Zhu Qingzheng's boots.

"Go to play." Zhu Qingzheng smiled and kicked the tactful puppy. Under the guidance of the butler, he entered the living room, where his wife and wife pounced out with tears in her eyes and hugged him.

"I..." Zhu Qingzheng raised his wife's little face and wiped away her tears. The other party burst into tears and laughed. She hugged his waist and said crying and laughing: "I read newspapers every day, and I know you have been winning all the time. But I am still afraid."

"Sit, what kind of book is this?" Zhu Qingzheng looked at the slaves and housekeepers around him in embarrassment. The latter immediately asked all his subordinates to retreat together, allowing the master and his wife to reunite.

Zhu Qingzheng is a devout Baptist Protestant, but he still retains traditional Chinese customs. He does not like to expose his true preferences in front of outsiders. It was not until the outsiders showed up that his hand held his wife's shoulders and said softly: "I miss you very much, too."

"Well, Master, please sit down." Zhu Qingzheng's thin wife, stepping on her feet, helped her husband, who was extremely burly than her, to the main seat. She knelt on the ground and took off her husband's boots and smiled: "You are back. Have you worked hard all the way?"

"Well. I saw that foreign steamships could go upstream. I entered Guangdong and was shocked when I had that thing in the mainland. I came here." Zhu Qingzheng shook his head and sighed.

"That was the newly opened British ferry. Foreigners entered the mainland, and it was said in the newspaper." Zhu Qingzheng's wife took off his sweaty boots, but she smiled and said, "I'll ask the maid to get a basin of water."

"Oh, you don't know how powerful it is to build a navy for your husband. If the smoke boat is installed on the firecracker, it's a pity that you don't understand." Zhu Qingzheng shook his head at his happy wife's happy wife.

"Oh, by the way, a man named Zhong Jialiang came to see us recently and gave us a silver self-ringing bell. Master He Liujue said that he had prepared a welcome banquet for you in Haijing. If you have time, tell him. Brother Chen Kai knew you were coming back, so he sent someone to deliver this yesterday. I will offer you there." His wife pointed to a shrine surrounded by incense next to the hall.

When Zhu Qingzheng saw it, he almost turned his back and said laughing and crying: "You guys! What's wrong with sending you to Virgin Mary! He knows whether I know that I don't worship Mary. And you, how can I be a Bodhisattva offering? We don't worship idols."

As he said that, he walked over barefoot and took out the Virgin Mary, which was long in arms, but was immediately surprised. His body bent and almost dropped the Virgin to the ground---it was too heavy!

"Is this? This is?" Zhu Qingzheng pointed at the yellow Virgin Mary and screamed at his wife's letter.

"Pure gold. Brother Chen Kai is too disgusting. I don't want it. He insists on staying and saying that you like this faithfully." His wife smiled.

"Like it? Going to hell!" Zhu Qingzheng looked at the exquisite workmanship of Maria, with pure gold inside and agate gems on the outside. The face of the Virgin Mary was even more awesome. Zhu Qingzheng knew it - it was the face of the Buddhist Guanyin! He was also stepping on a lotus!

"Damn it! It's completely changing the land with Buddhist Guanyin." Zhu Qingzheng sighed, turned his head and said to his wife, "Forget it, I'll give it to His Majesty tomorrow. He is a Catholic and may like it."

"There are a bunch of gifts behind me. I don't know who they are. I have collected all their names. You can read them yourself." The wife put the basin of the maid in the ground, "Wash your feet."

The next morning, Zhou Kaiyuan, the owner of the Double Star Tailor Shop, came to deliver the dresses in person - he is the current president of the Haijing Bus Trading Company. At night, he heard that the Grand Marshal Zhu Qing was coming to get the customized dresses. How could such a person be so sluggish that he used a housekeeper or a slave to deliver the goods? Before dawn, he took a bus to deliver them.

Zhou Kaiyuan and Zhu Qingzheng had an impression that when they first occupied Guangzhou, they were once seen by Zhao Kuo as representatives of the Song-loving merchants.

"Isn't this Boss Zhou? You'll deliver the goods in person." Zhu Qingzheng stood in the hall wearing a robe and book and smiled.

"You are the invincible general of the Song Dynasty. If you want a dress, it is a store. No, it is a honor for you to meet." Zhou Kaiyuan smiled so much that he couldn't even open his eyes. He took the clothes one by one from the two tailors behind him, and personally tried out the dress for Zhu Qingzheng.

In front of the luxurious floor-to-ceiling mirror at home, Zhu Qingzheng felt a little embarrassed while serving and watching a group of people. He sat and put on his narrow trousers. The slight crease of the pants and book were straightened, so straight that it seemed that it was not made of cloth, but made of iron.

At this moment, Zhu Qing seemed to see the high-capped imperial guard in the mirror book. In the drum beats of the military band, hundreds of people marched forward like one, and hundreds of these iron-like trousers were smashed heavily in front of the Qing soldiers. It was like an iron forest appeared in front of the enemy. Looking at the pale expression of the Qing soldiers, the military camp Jiangxi behind them would not bet on who would win, but bet on when the Qing soldiers would turn around and escape---whether the first cannon sound or the first row of guns fired;

Wearing socks imported from France was a novel and uncomfortable experience for Zhu Qingzheng. He was used to barefoot, and the warm feeling seemed to put his feet into the haystack, which was a little itchy. It made him feel a little afraid to stretch his feet. Then there were the shiny black leather shoes. Before he put them on, he wondered if he looked like something like a hard shell, would it be comfortable to wear in? Don’t you cover your feet?

But he seemed to remember half a year ago, after the new army killed the Hunan Army's corpses everywhere, he came to the camp of the Western Guns Team with joy and disbelief. Rather than inspecting, it was more of an observation and worshipping the new killing machine. Because he was the supreme commander of the war, he was asked to speak and promote the new army. When he was promoted to a meritorious minister according to the new Western military system, facing the strange soldiers sitting neatly on the bench behind, his hands trembled with a sign on the company to a soldier in front of him. He didn't even know what he said.

Looking at the same excited and young face in front of him, the embarrassed general was stunned for a while, and had to smile in the tone of asking the Taiping soldiers in his usual tone: "Liu Dingqiang, what do you want to get the bounty after you get promoted?"

The new company commander made a dull sound, and his body seemed to have grown three inches taller. Zhu Qingzheng took a step back and saw the soldier standing at attention again. The dull sound was the sound of the flesh on his heels on his straw sandals touching each other. The height was the sound of his head holding his chest up.

Liu Dingqiang said: "Report to the chief! I want to buy a pair of leather shoes!"

"Leather shoes?" Zhu Qingzheng was surprised. According to his experience, if the soldiers were more impulsive, I generally said to buy new weapons and new swords; if the soldiers were more solid, I generally said to marry a wife or save money to the family; if the soldiers were too stupid, they would usually smile and remain silent, but the first time I heard that they bought leather shoes! Moreover, there were also people in Guangdong who wore foreign leather shoes. Some of the leaders of the Sun and Moon Army bought foreign leather shoes in Guangzhou because of their high money, but Zhu Qingzheng thought that the thing was really not as good as boots and straw sandals, which would cause blood blisters to hurt their feet and wear quickly.

"Why? It's so hot now that you're not as good as boots and straw sandals when wearing those foreign things." Zhu Qingzheng said in a daze.

Liu Dingqiang yelled: "Don't be afraid of heat! The officials are all wearing leather shoes! I want to wear them too!"

Suddenly, the soldiers and the instructors in the audience burst into laughter. Shoesbooks are the biggest difference between soldiers and commanders. Although these soldiers from peasants may be able to walk dozens of miles barefoot, or they may be ridiculed by them as comfortable as straw sandals or cloth shoes, now this is not a question of whether the shoes are comfortable or not, but a question of identity and status, and a matter of glory.

Half a year later, Zhu Qing tied his shoelaces with the help of Zhou Kaiyuan next to him. He stood up and immediately made a crack. The hard and weird shoebook sounded like a bull's hoof book stepped onto a stone slab.

Looking at the weird foreign shoes, "The officials are all wearing leather shoes, um." Zhu Qingzheng shook his head and thought, not knowing what to make for comments.

"Try shirts and tuxedoes. It's not suitable. My tailor can help you change it soon." Zhou Kaiyuan bowed to serve with a smile on his face, put on his dress, and hugged the robe and Piao Tianwen. When Zhou Kaiyuan tied the weird bow tie to Zhu Qingzheng's neck book, Zhu Qingzheng turned away and stopped looking at the mirror. He blushed.

But with the perseverance of a soldier, he seemed to have gritted his teeth with the courage of holding a spear in his hand and stabbed each other around him, trying to keep his head away. He looked at himself in the mirror book.

Looking at the dress that almost made him an unknown person, what I remembered in my mind was the shirtlessness of his subordinate Li Wenmao. At that time, Li Wenmao was wearing only a pair of pants and books, naked on the upper body, exposed a few scars, and stood in the first row with his head held high. Following him to the left, there were a row of Sun and Moon soldiers wearing various clothes. Some of them seemed embarrassed, some seemed to hold back their laughter, and some looked panicked. Liu Dingqiang, in front of them, was holding a stick in his hand, standing in front of the queue with a fierce look, yelling: "Turn right!"

Immediately, Li Wenmao immediately gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, but immediately he found that he and the second soldier face to face, and the two almost kissed each other.

Liu Dingqiang's roar suddenly came from his ears: "You bastards, you don't know the left and right! Fucking idiots!"

Zhu Qingzheng was surprised to see that Liu Dingqiang and the Chinese soldiers who had been pursuing from the Crusades to train the Sun and Moon Army in the Western Array. Everyone cursed and beat people one by one, just like the soldiers of the Green Camp treating the people. He couldn't help but think that he could kill them all.

"Don't you guys have any difference? Idiot! Who is the fucking wrong? Drag it out to fight military sticks!" Li Wenmao suddenly pointed at the row of soldiers in front of him and cursed. There were people everywhere. It was like tourists watching the lights in the temple fair huddled on a small bridge.

But Liu Dingqiang, who was training these friendly troops on the first day, did not continue to scold him. He blushed and walked to the brigade commander Li Wenmao who turned the wrong direction. He was ashamed: "Report to the commander! I am not scolding you!"

After saying that, Li Wenmao raised his chest and raised his head at Liu Dingqiang, slapped himself suddenly, and shouted: "Company Commander Liu Dingqiang, I said, treat me as a soldier! I and my 300 subordinates will be scolded at will! You can beat me at will!"

Liu Dingqiang nodded awkwardly, took a few steps, and turned around and shouted: "Listen to the first one! You are not allowed to speak fuckingly without permission in the queue!"

He did not receive the support of the emperor. But seeing the almost invincible Western formation tactics, all the officers under Zhu Qingzheng wanted to turn to the foreign gun team. The most fierce Li Wenmao came from a opera troupe. He suffered a lot since he was a child, and he had a bad temper. He immediately gathered all kinds of muskets and bird guns under him, and pulled up a 300-person counterfeit foreign gun team. He must learn immediately.

Zhu Qingzheng agreed, and he also wanted to understand this kind of Western tactics. Several soldiers and a German instructor were released to him by Dou Wenjian, and they allowed them to try to form a counterfeit foreign gun team.

Li Wenmao volunteered to be the first soldier. For some reason, Zhu Qing looked at his weird Western dress in front of the mirror, but always remembered the feeling of Li Wenmao standing at the front.

"How many silver books are there in this outfit?" Zhu Qingzheng asked Zhou Kaiyuan.

Zhou Kaiyuan immediately rubbed his hands and laughed: "My Double Star Store name is given by His Majesty, so the fabrics are all top-notch. His Majesty and the high-ranking officials in the court almost all make clothes in my store. Don't worry, this is definitely the best dress in Haijing, although half of my tailor is Chinese."

"I know you are very good. How many silver books will I ask you?" Zhu Qingzheng asked again.

Zhou Kaiyuan smiled and said, "This is given by our store. You are the invincible commander of the Song Dynasty. Being able to make clothes for you is the honor of the store."

"Give me a gift? Come and give me a gift again?" Zhu Qingzheng shook his head, but said helplessly: "I thank you, but what I want to know is how much this piece costs."

"The store price is 300 taels of silver books." Zhou Kaiyuan smiled.

"What!!!!!!!" Zhu Qingzheng roared, scaring everyone around him, and then the handsome man pointed at the clothes and shouted: This... is too expensive!" Then he looked at Zhou Kaiyuan and asked: "I see there are guards at your door. If you don't have to be allowed to enter, it's just that the poor don't let them in? Do you know that we soldiers defend farmers and merchants help the poor. Are you a little too... too... too..."

Zhu Qingzheng retracted the "dog eyes look down on people" back into his stomach, but Zhou Kaiyuan smiled easily and said: "Originally, I also wanted to make small profits but quick turnovers. This clothes can indeed be sold cheaper. We Chinese are skillful and have many tailors, so we don't have to pay such high wages to foreign tailors. However, the manufacturing and selling price standards of our store were personally approved by His Majesty."

"Your Majesty even cares about this?" Zhu Qingzheng was surprised and was glad that he did not scold the cloth merchant tailor boss with the emperor's backstage.

"Yes, we were also surprised." Zhou Kaiyuan continued to explain: "I told Your Majesty myself. I said it was too expensive, who would buy it? Aren't merchants just small profits and quick turnover? Your Majesty said: They like and admire things that Chinese people can't afford. If you use low-priced cloth to make low-priced dresses, it will soon rot. At that time, no one would buy cheap dresses for Chinese people. So he gave us the best fabric to sell the most expensive dresses, and the guards at the door were also matched by him. Your Majesty said: The poor people just want to read dresses with a slap in their books. The first Chinese people wearing dresses must be rich and noble."

Zhu Qingzheng swallowed uncomfortable and asked, "How is your business? Can you sell 300 yuan for a piece?"

Zhou Kaiyuan grinned: "So Your Majesty is the Ming Bag that I have seen forever! We sell so expensively, and the profit is higher than opium. But the business is extremely good! Foreigners are customized, more of us Chinese businessmen. In fact, we are all making appointments for production. Now that the business is scheduled for a month, we can't do it at all. Your personal soldiers arrived, I immediately urged you to do it immediately. Now the Chinese dress shop in Haijing is springing up like mushrooms after the rain. But if you or your family want to make dresses, you come to me, and their goods are not good. We make the shape of the Chinese people, the fabric is good. The workmanship is good, and then you can compare their messy dresses!"

"It takes a month to wait for 300 taels? There are so many rich people in Guangdong!" Zhu Qingzheng shook his head.

He was dressed neatly, and Zhu Qingzheng didn't plan to take it off again. He went to Jin to meet his boss Zhao Kuo.

When Zhu Qingzheng was wearing a tuxedo and top hat and carrying a civilization staff, he walked through the layers of slaves, he lowered his head and blushed, and only glanced at the corners of his eyes at the reactions of others. However, they seemed to have no feeling about Zhu Qingzheng's weird outfit. This kind of outfit was everywhere in Haijing. It was just a group of personal soldiers who followed him to fight from Jiangxi. They all opened their eyes wide and couldn't close their mouths.

At this time, the puppy pounced out and roared at Zhu Qingzheng with grinning.

Zhu Qingzheng laughed at himself: "Shadow change. Don't you know me anymore?"

Ah Fu rushed over, kicked the dog away, and cursed: "Silly guy who eats feces, master, dare you bite too? You can bite whoever Lao Shu told you to bite!"

It was like a thief. Zhu Qingzheng got off the carriage, carried the luxurious version of Virgin Mary in a noodle bag, and walked into the backyard of the Governor's Mansion. This was the palace. He was wearing a dress and looked embarrassed and lowered his head forward. But wherever he went, he was responsible for the "ttenion standing at attention) of the crusad soldiers in the inner guards! salue (salute)!"

"Master, please give me the top hat and civilized stick." Zhao Kuo's "court" housekeeper, once a Taiping Army Guangxi chef, pointed at Zhu Qingzheng's head with a smile.

"Old Zhang, where is Your Majesty?" Zhu Qingzheng hurriedly gave him the hat and stick book, and then smiled: "I haven't been back for a long time. Your Majesty still changes everything here. He doesn't build any pavilions."

"Actually, one was built, hehe, it was called a playroom." Lao Zhang smiled and said, "Your Majesty said, he knew you returned to Haijing yesterday and asked you to see him there."

"Where is the amusement room?" Zhu Qingzheng asked.

"It's the warehouse next to the kitchen. It's just changed. You can see it by following the newly built path. People come to take Zhu Dashui to see His Majesty."

Zhu Qingzheng was wearing a breathless leather shoes, bow tie and tuxedo, but when he saw the boss, Zhao Kuo was wearing a sweatshirt and big fat pants to float astronomy balls.

Unexpectedly, the queen was there too. Zhu Qingzheng stood at the door and immediately bowed down to look at the ground.

After listening to the servant's report, Zhao Kuo stopped with wood and shot the book, turned around and opened his arms to Zhu Qingzheng, and laughed: "I'm back from the heroes of Nanchang! Come on, white-headed. Ha, are you wearing a dress? You're wearing the wrong clothes, you should be wearing the general's uniform, but I haven't done it for you yet."
Chapter completed!