Volume 06

Climbing the wall of the coal-iron era 104 Manqing spies: Both sides may beat you together

When he got up the next day, all three spies had a pair of panda eyes and didn't sleep well at night. Zuo Zongtang was looking at the imperial examination textbook under the foreign oil lamp while cursing; Li Yuan carefully studied the ironclad evidence of the collusion between China and the West - Western **, while cursing shameless and vulgar, he carefully studied it several times in succession; and Zhang Longtan dismantled and played with the guns in front of the rifle's instructions.

What Haijing saw and heard made Zuo Zongtang worried. It was obvious that Changmao in Nanjing believed in cults to destroy ethics, but what was Hong Xiuquan actually like? The Qing Dynasty officials understood - it was just a local emperor! It was strange to recite the emperor's edict every day in Nanjing to worship, but the Qing Dynasty had to throw horse's hooves and call slaves, and there was no such thing in the Ming Dynasty at that time. This was just what the emperor asked you to do; but Changmao in Haijing was very terrifying. He actually colluded with foreigners and vigorously promoted the villain class of Confucianism and angrily denounced by Confucianism at home. This was to destroy moral ethics. The thousand-year ethics will disappear and everyone will become beasts.

"Zhao Ziwei is Wu Sangui who colluded with foreign enemies. His ambitions are obvious! No, this metaphor is inappropriate. Wu Sangui colluded with the late emperor." Zuo Zongtang said with dark circles open, "It should be Qin Hui, damn, Qin Hui colluded with the gold, and our Later Jin worshipped gold as our ancestors (Note: Actually, it's nothing, the origins of the two are completely different). The Later Jin was built by the Last Emperor, so this metaphor is still inappropriate! By the way, he is Shi Jingtang!"

"Shopkeeper, let's have a meal." Li Yuan put the buns and porridge on the small table and said, "He is a bastard anyway."

"The bastards won't summarize this person's crazyness. You also saw that Changmao's rule turned out to be poisoned, and all the people were harmed by him!"

"Fuck! When our Hunan Army conquers Guangzhou, kill 7 days! Kill all this demon city! Breathe all these traitors and drive foreigners back to the sea." Zhang Longtan said gritting his teeth.

"Heroes have similar views!" Li Yuan raised his thumbs up.

"Today we will check out the situation of the Changmao Imperial Examination." Zuo Zongtang took a sip of porridge with concern and said, "I hope scholars will still have integrity."

The "self-recommendation office" where Changmao held the imperial examination was very dangerous. I heard from the waiter that it was at the pseudo-Imperial Palace and the pseudo-Governor of the pseudo-Governor of the Pseudo-Governor of the Pseudo-Governor of the Pseudo-Governor of the Pseudo-Governor of the Pseudo-Governor of Guangzhou, where Changmao-Governor of the inner guards were everywhere. For safety, Zuo Zongtang did not dare to let Zhang Longtan bring a weapon like a musket. It would definitely be investigated.

Three spies got off the carriage at the Crossroad Avenue where they were ambushed at the self-recommendation site. They walked by this road when they entered Haijing. Now they were shocked when they looked at it again. This was built by Westerners using secret techniques, almost straight across the city. The road was not only wide, but also extremely flat, and the carriage was not bumpy when walking on it. And they were still working forward. When Zuo Zongtang saw it for the first time, he felt that he could see the end gate from the city gate at a glance. The former Governor's Mansion and the foreign buildings looked across the road between the city.

"Damn it, the long hair of Wujun and Wufa broke all the Feng Shui!" Li Yuan looked at the carriages and pedestrians coming and going on this road, and cursed: "My grandfather understands Feng Shui. This road is very bad. It is simply a knife that splits Guangzhou in half. It is said that Guangzhou also has a dragon vein. The dragon must be in the port, and the dragon cannot lack water, but this knife just cuts the dragon in half! It is a very bad Feng Shui! The long hair living here will inevitably die in a terrible way!"

Zuo Zongtang didn't comment. But he was at ease in his heart and hoped that his subordinates would understand the Feng Shui accurately.

"This may be a trick of the long-haired land. There must be some demons in them who understand Feng Shui. That's why they collude with foreigners and destroy the Feng Shui of the ancestors. The desire to destroy my Qing Dynasty is obvious! Alas." Zhang Longtan sighed.

"Okay! Go to the self-recommendation place." Zuo Zongtang walked forward with a palm-shaped fan.

The place is still easy to find. The street intersection is surrounded by a group of wandering people. Just like the people who were looking for construction sites yesterday. As soon as Zuo Zongtang came over, they immediately surrounded them like flies.

"Sir. Where are you from?" asked a little old man with yellow teeth with yellow teeth.

"There is this road when the self-recommendation office is?" Zuo Zongtang asked at the intersection.

"Hunan people, then you come to take the exam? Do you want to stay in a hotel? Our store is quiet and cheap. All candidates live there. It is most suitable for outsiders to review the exam." The old man was overjoyed when he heard the accent of another place.

"Let's just take a look at the fun, there's no exam." Zhang Longtan lay between Zuo Zongtang and the group of people and said without hesitation.

"Yes. Lao Huang, I haven't even cut my braids! How can I become an official without cutting my hair?" A woman with big feet next to me smiled.

"Can you only be an official with a haircut?" Li Yuan was stunned and asked, "But I see that there are all kinds of hair here, and braids are fine."

"If you want to become an official in the court, don't cut your hair. Do you want you? Cut it, outsiders." Old Huang said a little disappointed.

"Cutting hair means being in the same mind as the court, right?" Zuo Zongtang smiled gritted his teeth.

At this time, another middle-aged man squeezed up: "Hey, everyone, are you learning the literacy? Our shop's literacy quick success! The teacher is a genuine British, French, and definitely not a fake foreigner with wigs! He used to be a big shot in Paris and London! Authentic palace literacy! You can guarantee your literacy in one month. How many candidates have successfully entered the court in my place, and the famous school in Haijing! I will collect 10 taels of silver!"

"We are businessmen, let's watch the fun." Zuo Zongtang waved his palm-leaf fan in disgust and walked forward.

But there was a voice of recruitment coming from afar: "It's better for businessmen to learn Yizhi."

When I entered that street, the big sign of the self-recommendation office was hung on the wall, but the door of the self-recommendation office was closed. There were about 2,30 young people on the street, most of whom were crowded by the wall and watching the big notices on it, chattering, while the others were talking about something in circles in groups of three or three.

Zuo Zongtang and the other two walked into this street and passed by these people. Even if they didn't listen to what these people said, looking at the expressions and expressions, they knew that these were scholars who came to take the Changmao Imperial Examination, which was no different from those scholars in the Qing Dynasty.

But the more I walked, I felt more and more heartbroken: this group of young people were all strange-shaped, most of them had short hair cut, half of them were even wearing dresses, and a few were even wearing thick shirts, suits and outfits.

"Shi Wen is like a sweeping floor!" Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth and walked slowly. The depravity of the young man in front of him seemed to make his feet step on a big snake, and blood and venom seeped out from time to time, making him feel weak in his legs.

After sighing, Zuo Zongtang slowly relieved his pain of the young man's depravity, approached a young man in a robe and started to inquire about the news.

"You all want to participate in the imperial examination?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"Yes, you're here to visit this street. But you seem to be here to visit the spot, right?" The young man smiled, and looked very kind and polite, which made Zuo Zongtang feel good.

"Didn't you hear that you took the exam every day? Why didn't you see you in?" Zuo Zongtang remembered the trick that the waiter said.

The young man in the long robe smiled: "The imperial examinations in the imperial examinations of the court changed three times a day, either suddenly adding textbooks, such as the Prime Minister's Global Warring States Period, or changing the examination methods, such as some canceling and some mergers. I don't know when it changed. Now the policy has changed again, and I won't take the exam every day."

"Oh, how do you take the exam now?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

The young man in the robe pointed to the notice and said, "It's a big exam every three months. The examination location was transferred to the Qing Dynasty. He also said that the scores could not only be used as officials. The court has contacted several foreign companies, large commercial banks, and factories. They also admitted that the scientific examination results were found. If they had excellent grades, even if they could not meet an empty position as an official, they could still apply for positions in Song and foreign business circles with their grades."

"Business and business world? Go to the production and manufacturing department of your court? For example, where is the firearm site in the Qing Dynasty?" Zuo Zongtang was puzzled.

But at this time, the young man in the robe had not answered. A small man who was reading the notice on the outside turned around and answered Zuo Zongtang's question for him, and his tone was furious: "What a f*ck! Just let us scholars go to do business and become compradors! I am here to be an official. Why should I go to be a comprador or something?"

Zuo Zongtang looked at the little person and saw that he was short, wearing a cloth robe and straw sandals on his feet. He did not have the slightest smell of a Western demon except for his hair. He was very close to him and had a smile on his face: "How can that be done? Confucianism is the foundation of the country. If he is a scholar of Confucianism, isn't the world illiterate? Businessmen have no morals and only talk about interests. Scholars read books of sages, have the ambition to save the country and the people, and have the talent of the Shiwei Kingdom. They would rather study in the fields than do such a lowly act like A Duwu?"

These words were said in a loud and clear way. And it was Zuo Zongtang's heartfelt words. He was the most successful and top-notch scholars among scholars--the imperial examination was not reliable. I have the ability, so I am a fucking hermit! Isn't he also a commoner governor now?

To be honest, there must be real power, and to be real power. In the 200th year of the Qing Dynasty, scholars who have reached the level of Zuo Zongtang are rare. It is just as legendary as the poor and the beautiful woman chased by a beautiful woman in Jin's book. Moreover, the beautiful father is also the boss of the underworld. The more proud and proud you eat this soft meal!

But before the little man could speak, he heard Zuo Zongtang's loud and loud words, and three demons flashed out of the crowd of notices, surrounding Zuo Zongtang and the little man.

"Confucianism? Oh hehe?" A smirk that made people get goose bumps suddenly echoed in the alley of the self-recommendation site.

When Zuo Zongtang saw the three of them, he frowned immediately, and the palm-shaped fan in his hand unconsciously covered his nose. Otherwise, he would have been afraid of spitting out disgusting, and he was afraid of spitting out his face with a mouthful of phlegm, and he was afraid of slapping it in his face.

The three people who flashed out were not old, but were covered in Western dresses. The leader was the most neat. They were wearing tuxedo, with white shirts with floral edges inside, a knot (bow tie) tied around their necks, black pants, leather shoes, a high-top hat in one hand and a white crutch in the other. The crutch was still very short. They were standing in front of Zuo Zongtang and the little one, looking at the sky, smiling fiercely, and looking sarcastic.

But Zuo Zongtang was not suppressed by the three demons in front of him at all. On the contrary, he resisted the urge to feel disgusting: Now in June of the long hair, Guangzhou is already hot! And the three boys in front of him are wearing such thick dresses, even if you pretend to be sluggish, the sweat on your forehead is so hot that it is so funny.

Pretend to show off! Zuo Zongtang cursed in his heart.

On the opposite side, the demon man smiled enough and showed his courage. He pressed his whole body on the crutch. He leaned close to Zuo Zongtang with his sweaty face and said with a smile: "Confucianism? You haven't even cut your braids! No wonder. Confucianism is nothing! The Qing Dynasty loves Confucianism! That's called slave learning! Now Western learning is powerful, Western learning is the king!"

Then don't turn your eyes to look at the little man and mocked, "Fang Bingsheng, is it the place where you come from this kind of pure demon that is right for you?"

"Fan Xijue, you are fart!" The little Fang Bingsheng jumped high and pointed at the demon and cursed: "Confucianism is the king! Which one in the Han, Tang, Song and Ming dynasties is not Confucian? Now, there are many scholars in the court! Your Majesty is a wise monarch of all ages, and you know that it is impossible to leave Confucianism! We can assist the Song Dynasty to destroy the Qing Dynasty. Wait and see! How can this kind of thing be compared with the foreign slave Huang Yang? If you wear Western clothes, you will have white skin, blonde hair and body odor?"

"I Huang Yang? Tsk, you Huang Man just want to invade the court to inform the Qing Dynasty. I have seen it long ago." Fan Xijue obviously had a grudge against Fang Bingsheng. He gritted his teeth and said, "Two years ago, who told us that he insisted on not cutting his braids and wanted to be loyal to Xianfeng land with death? Why did His Majesty take the city and he put on his braids? Now he cut his hair shorter to come to the imperial examination. Why didn't you die for Xianfeng? Does Ye Mingchen not know you?"

Fan Xijue shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the notice that most of the people around him were surrounded, and many people in costumes burst into laughter.

Fang Bingsheng was furious and immediately slapped in the face: "You pretender, I bought a set of 10 taels of silver dress and roadside goods to wear every day! Let me tell you, your dress has a bad smell!"

The onlookers burst into laughter again, but now the scholars in robes are starting to laugh.

"Mom, what else can you Huang Man do besides flattering? Your Majesty's army has no Confucianism! That's why! Foreign religions, costumes, foreign guns, and foreign warfare techniques!" Fan Xijue yelled.

"No matter how powerful the Crusade is, it is our Song people!" Fang Bingsheng stared at the eyes and shouted: "In the glory of the Crusade, isn't there a fight for the glory of the Majesty? Isn't this Confucianism loyal to the emperor and patriotism? You Huang Yang! Western learning must be learned, and Confucianism cannot be lost!"

"Can you not lose Confucianism? Let you Huang Man become an official. Wouldn't it become the kind of Qing Yao?" A man wearing leather shoes interrupted.

"If you lose it, you won't become foreigners. You won't be able to make French flower bullets even if you wear foreign clothes." There was a robe and straw sandals to fight.

Before Zuo Zongtang and the others could react, they stood among the two groups of glaring candidates: one was the "Huang Yang" party in Western clothes, and the other was the "Huang Man" party in long robes and cloth shoes.

Both sides opened their eyes angrily and clenched their fists. They seemed to be in a situation where they were about to start a fight.

Zuo Zongtang looked back and forth a few times before he understood what was going on. He looked at Fang Bingsheng, who stood side by side with him, and a feeling of shared hatred for the enemy arose naturally - Confucianism did not perish! Even in this monster city, there are still young buds that are surviving tenaciously. This is hope! This is the seed of future victory!

So Zuo Zongtang stood up for Fang Bingsheng unswervingly. He pointed at the demon Fan Xijue in front and roared: "Confucianism was created by saints. If we do not pay attention to ethics, then aren't we all beasts?"

Zuo Zongtang has a quaint figure and a loud temper. This loud anger and support seemed to be the angrily shot of the Qing Dynasty bronze cannon, which really overwhelmed two groups of people to scold. Suddenly, the alley was silent, and everyone looked at the righteous Zuo Zongtang.

After a few seconds, Fan Xijue chuckled, raised the Western civilization staff and pointed at Zuo Zongtang and said to Fang Bingsheng: "It sounds like Hunan's accent, it's the territory of Qing Yao. It's still a braid. Hahaha, you Huang Man are such friends! It's not that the whole family doesn't enter the whole family, hahaha!"

Immediately, a sarcastic laughter broke out from the Huang Yang Party group, and Zuo Zongtang, who was at the forefront, was at a loss: What's wrong? They called them beasts, but they laughed? Isn't there any shame?

Before he could figure it out, he suddenly pushed him hard, and Zuo Zongtang was pushed out directly, fell into one person's arms amid the screams of his two subordinates, and then rolled to the ground.

Fang Bingsheng over there and pushed Zuo Zongtang with his hands and shouted viciously at Zuo Zongtang: "What are you doing? I am a heroic scholar in the Han, Tang, Song and Ming dynasties! Who is your friend to your Qing Dynasty Pig Slaves? Get out of here!"

"Shopkeeper, are you okay?" Li Yuan and Zhang Longtan looked gloomy and helped Zuo Zongtang, who was kicked up by a donkey, was shocked and painful.

His fingers were trembling, and Zuo Zongtang pointed at Fang Bingsheng, who almost murdered the Qing Dynasty's common governor, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The kind-hearted young man behind Zuo Zongtang also helped pull Zuo Zongtang up, put his mouth on Zuo Zongtang's ear and whispered: "Are you not injured? Huang Yang and Huang Man are both extreme guys among the candidates, they are mortal enemies. You just came to Haijing, and you don't understand what you said inside. They will not only scold but also beat you. If they don't do it well, they may hit you together."

"Ah, scholars have become barbaric beasts. Alas." Zuo Zongtang looked at the dozens of young people scolding each other and suddenly wanted to cry.

Resisting this impulse, he turned around to thank the kind, enthusiastic and polite young man behind him. He held the other person's arm and murmured: "Thank you little brother, alas, there is no courtesy here..."

But Zuo Zongtang thanked him halfway, stopped, staring at the young man in front of him with his whole body stiffened.

Just now, the young man bent down and helped Zuo Zongtang up. The necklace in his robe was exposed, and the cross was swaying on his chest.

"You? You?" It seemed that you touched a poisonous snake. Zuo Zongtang took off the other person's arm in panic and retreated in fear. "The cross? Have you seen it?" The young man smiled: "May the Lord take care of you."

Sure enough, the places where I came to the imperial examination were all scum of Confucianism!

Rebellion! Foreign slave! Cultists!

Zuo Zongtang retreated to the wall in despair, looking at the scum all over the alleys, as if watching a group of beasts dancing wildly. These beasts will soon become Zhao Ziwei's minions to bite the great Qing Dynasty!

"Shopkeeper, are you okay?" Li Yuan asked with concern when he saw Zuo Zongtang's bad expression. He turned his head and looked at the little man pushing people, wanting to take revenge but dare not. This is not the Qing Dynasty territory where he can do nothing. He had to look at the Confucian scum who started pushing and shouted: "It's better to beat them to death!"

But at this moment, the three of them came over, and the farce in the alley stopped immediately. Zuo Zongtang and the other two also looked at the three people. They couldn't even move their eyes away, and the ocean demon came.

They came in a black Western four-wheeled carriage. This kind of thing is quite expensive. At first glance, they are rich. The leader is a Chinese man in his 30s. His whole body is the same as Fan Xijue: a high-hat dress and bow tie, a civilized stick hanging on his arms, and a white handkerchief in his hand constantly wiping his sweat, but compared with Fan Xijue, who has a few peacock furs on his hen, he is very stylish.

Because his dress was tall and generous, he knew it was a good dress at a glance, so he compared the roadside goods like Fan Xijue with threads everywhere into the sewer. His expression was natural and he had a momentum.

Behind him is a Chinese servant and a Chinese maid, he must be a rich man.

He walked past Huang Yang and Huang Man, pointed to the notice above and asked, "Everyone, is this a new examination method?"

"Yes, are you also a candidate?" Fan Xijue took the initiative to approach him, and was very polite, especially when he saw two stars on his sleeve - that was a top-notch product. Zhou Zhengyuan's double-star sewing shop handmade dresses. The emperor, prime minister, and the handsome man's foreign clothes were all customized in this store. As a vanity "Huang Yang", Fan Xijue's such foreign clothes are Qing.
To be continued...