Jinling Forbidden City.
Zhu Zaiming has been an otaku for some time.
There are two points and one line between the Harem and Jinshen Hall. Food and accommodation are in the Harem. The people of Jinling have not seen the emperor's motorcade for a long time.
Everyone knows that there are always several emperors in Lao Zhu's family who die in mysterious circumstances, and they have to be on guard.
Early this morning, Zhu Zaiming came to Jinshen Hall.
The Jinshen Hall was brightly lit, and intelligence from all over the Ming Dynasty was gathered here. Several old brothers worked 24 hours a day to sort and classify the intelligence, and finally sent it to the emperor's desk.
Zhu Zaiming took out the document with the red ribbon from the pile of documents, and at first glance he saw the telegram from the army entering Xi'an.
A group of officials took advantage of their power to excavate many emperors' tombs, and some of the funerary objects in the tombs were divided among them.
Zhu Zaiming smiled.
"It's so reckless!"
The purge had been going on for half a month, and it was really hard for Zhu Zaiming to imagine that officials would stab him under such circumstances.
Qin Yuan on the side had dark circles under his eyes, took a sip of coffee and sighed: "Your Majesty, calm down, I think they just want to fish in troubled waters.
After all, there are too many ancient tombs in Xi'an, and they have many opportunities to take action. "
"The old method is to find out everything and send them all to hang on trees in Jinling!"
"I'll do it now."
Qin Yuan put down his coffee, immediately wrote an official document and gave it to Zhu Zaiming for sealing, then took the official document out of Jinshen Hall and headed to the telegraph room.
Zhu Zaiming sat back on his chair and began to deal with government affairs.
Time passed and November passed quietly.
The days of heavy snowfall gradually fade away, the sun hangs high in the sky, and the bright sunshine fills the earth.
The ice and snow are melting, which is often the coldest time.
In the streets and alleys of Jinling, people put on thicker clothes.
In the last month of the new year, various chambers of commerce are actively stocking up, and workers are extremely busy.
Fan Tui bought steamed buns, squeezed into the noisy crowd, turned a corner of the street and entered a teahouse.
At this time, the teahouse was full of customers.
Fan Tui raised his neck and looked around, and saw Wang Yuan waving to him in the corridor on the second floor.
"Uncle Wang, why are there so many people here today?"
Fan Tui handed over the bun, and Wang Yuan took it and saw that it was a bean paste bun. He took a bite and got a mouthful of stuffing.
"The teahouse owner sells tea at a 20% discount! How about buying some?"
"Discount?"
Fan retreated to the store on the east side of the second floor and saw a queue in front of the store.
At this time, there seemed to be a commotion in the crowd in front. The crowd surged, and a hat flew out, accompanied by a group of people booing.
"It's a fight, it's a fight!"
When they heard that there was a fight, the people with a strong sense of justice wanted to start a fight, and more people gathered around to see what was going on.
"Hey, there are still two foreigners!"
Some people were shouting and pointing at two white men fighting each other in the field. One was wearing Hanfu and the other was wearing a suit.
The teahouse security guard shouted at the two of them to stop, but he crossed his arms and showed no intention of breaking up the fight.
The two white men fought more happily.
One of the white men grabbed the other man's hair and struggled with him on the ground. The people around him were so shocked that they backed away.
When the security personnel saw the two people rolling around, they were afraid that they would break the potted green plants on both sides, so they immediately went up and pulled the two people apart.
"Let me go, he actually dares to speak ill of Daming. Let's see if I can't kill him!"
The white man in Hanfu tried to break free from the restraints of the security guards and kept twisting his body.
The white man in the suit looked angry.
"You traitor, you talk good about the Ming Dynasty and bad things about the British every day. You have brought shame on us Anglo-Saxons!"
The white man in Hanfu retorted.
"What I'm telling you is the truth. The Ming Dynasty has tall buildings, straight and spacious streets, and the city of Jinling that never sleeps... The air here is sweet!
What does Daying have? A narrow alleyway filled with shit and urine? "
"You...! The strength of a country does not depend on how many tall buildings there are or how straight the roads are, but on what the country has done!"
"What we have done is, of course, infrastructure construction!"
"Hahaha!"
The white man in a suit laughed. He pointed at the white man in Hanfu and sarcastically said, "Then do you know how all this came about? There are countless..."
He wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt a stinging pain on the back of his head, and he fell down.
The two uniformed guards squeezed through the crowd and kicked the white man in suit who fell to the ground.
"What does it rely on? It relies on countless hard-working Ming people!"
"Yes, that's the truth!"
The people around were booing, and the white people in Hanfu were like victorious generals in the noise, with their heads held high.
"Thank you for your contribution to civilized order."
A guard in Jinyi came to the white man in Hanfu and thanked him loudly, which made him so excited that he couldn't help himself.
The Jinyiwei sent away the white men in Han attire and the white men in suits to a concentration camp in the eastern suburbs, where many criminals were imprisoned.
Jin Yiwei looked at the concentration camp that was gradually filling up with people. He felt a little worried and reported the situation here.
The Ming Dynasty opened its mind to the world, traded with the whole world, and also accepted many people who were committed to the Ming Dynasty and had some talents in studying things and learning.
But this also brought trouble to Ming Dynasty. There were always some white people who were stimulated by the advanced and prosperous Ming Dynasty.
They think about studying in Ming Dynasty every day, and then returning to their hometown with their talents to serve the motherland.
Use Ming's intellectual property to develop their own country.
Isn't this a kind of tauren?
Jinyiwei stopped many people who wanted to return to Europe. These people were sent to concentration camps, and what awaited them was a ship bound for the Solomon Islands.
The next day, a new issue of "Da Ming Pao" went on sale.
It includes "Da Ming Reader", "Da Ming Zhiyin", "Da Ming Yilin" and other reading materials, which are hot-selling in various newspapers.
People bought their favorite newspaper, went to a teahouse, ordered a cup of tea, and enjoyed the warm sunshine at noon.
Many foreigners from all over the world, who did not speak fluent Chinese, managed to grab a newspaper and couldn't wait to read it.
Among them were nobles who came from Europe to escape war and disease, labor dispatches from vassal countries, and explorers from the American continent.
Under the subtle influence of the Ming Dynasty and the control of public opinion by the Ministry of Rites, they gradually became obsessed with the culture of the Ming Dynasty and chicken soup for the soul.
Ming Dynasty’s newspapers and magazines were exported to the world, and logistics business gradually spread to the surrounding countries, mainly countries and regions surrounding the Pacific Ocean.
As opinion-driven newspapers spread across the Pacific Rim, a new era of "livestock farming" began.
From vassal states to the United States, Ming Dynasty firmly grasped the high ground of public opinion.
"I don't care about the rise of great powers, I only want the dignity of small people. 》
"There are serious human rights problems in the United States of America, and officials from the Ministry of Rites are heartbroken. 》
"For every sailing battleship built by a European country, a tree falls in the Amazon forest. 》
"It is better to buy than to build. Experts suggest that all countries order ironclad ships from the Ming Dynasty, save money and wait for your people." 》
"The Red Gourd Society from the Ming Dynasty is saving lives and healing the wounded in Europe. 》
With the publication of newspapers and periodicals, countless explosive remarks flooded the Pacific coast, and people from all over the world were engaged in heated debates on these issues.
