Ancient Confucian scholars were all fanatically worshiping saints. When they heard that Xiao Letian insulted the saints, they swarmed up and started to use violence. But how could the New Army give them a chance? A group of tough guys rushed up and beat them with rifle butts. Return.
"Oh...you are disgraced."
"Fart... You are being polite when you hit us, but I am not polite when I am defending myself. That's bullshit."
"You evil beast, you are going to be the enemy of the literati in the world."
"What the hell... Who do you think you are? You can represent the world's literati. Do you still want to represent foreign literati?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Saint, please take away this beast. O the court, please strive to be worthy of your honor."
"What a bastard! If you dare to call our prime minister a beast, I will beat you to death."
The New Army still gave these scholars some face. They usually hit the chest, shoulders and other fleshy places with their rifle butts. They really didn't hit the face directly.
But this is not okay. How have spoiled Confucian scholars ever suffered such a big loss? If they can't beat them, then they will scold them. If they can't, then they will cry. Anyway, the new army will never be allowed to pass through the Qing Dynasty today.
Amidst the chaotic noise, Weng Tonghe grabbed the reins of Xiao Letian's horse and said, "Say it again, Saint Kong is the saint of all people in the world. If you dare not recognize the saint, you are treasonous..."
Looking at the anger, Academician Xiao Letian curled his lips, "You have to be reasonable. There is a law in the world that stipulates that Confucius is a saint for all people. Even if he is conferred by the emperor, I, Xiao Letian, will not listen to the emperor."
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You know this better than I do. It's your own right to treat others as saints, but you can't impose your ideas on others. What's going on? I, Xiao Letian, just think Confucius is not a saint, this is my right, Xiao Letian, why do you want to change my thinking..."
"Of course, I still respect Confucius very much. After all, he was an educator in ancient China. But you push him to the status of a saint, and I don't accept it... At least what I can do, Confucius can't. .”
Weng Tonghe felt dizzy, probably because of his blood pressure. He couldn't understand that there would be people in this world who didn't believe in Confucius, or even said that Confucius was not a saint.
"Barbarian, you are just a barbarian...Sage Kong is omnipotent and omniscient, but you are treasonous."
"Xiao Letian, although you are an overseas survivor, you have never enjoyed the grace of the imperial court. We know that, but your parents and your ancestors have not received the grace of the imperial court. You are just like the imperial court, and you want to be a traitor and rebel... Wake up quickly, don’t make the same mistake again and again.”
"Come, come, come, kneel in front of the tablet of the most holy teacher. Sincerely admit your mistakes. The court's grace will definitely tolerate you and even reward you... Not only that, I can also choose great scholars to help you govern your Tanggu and Ryukyu areas. You are talented. Wouldn’t the current situation of scarcity be solved? Why use soldiers to govern the place?”
Xiao Letian was dumbfounded. This, this, this... this is completely the thinking of two worlds. This kind of old stubborn who is completely brainwashed by medieval thinking really can't say one more word.
"Am I stupid or are you stupid? You don't understand the official language I speak. Do you need me to explain it to you again in English, German, and French? Damn it, I said I don't recognize him as a saint, so he is not a saint. , why do you keep nagging."
"Do you want to broaden your horizons? I'll help you... Come here, let me see the puddles on the left side of the road with a 'Sky Fire' so they can see..."
A soldier behind him obeyed the order and took out a fat man from the ammunition box, pulled the fuse and threw it into a puddle more than forty meters away. There was only a muffled bang and turbid white phosphorus suspended in the air. The liquid squirted all over the puddles.
Immediately afterwards, blazing flames burst out from the stagnant water, and the group of Confucian scholars were scared to retreat collectively. "What is this? How can flames burn in water? The legend of Sky Fire is true. Xiao Letian can really control Sky Fire." .”
Weng Tonghe's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't know what he was muttering. Xiao Letian sneered and said, "I can control the sky fire. Can Sage Kong tell me?"
"Haha, not only that, I can also lay a telegraph line for thousands of miles of sound transmission. Believe it or not, Beijing can receive it the moment Nanjing sends a message..."
"I can fly in the sky. Believe it or not. I just crossed half of the earth and proved that the earth is round. Believe it or not, one day I will build a giant cannon that can blow up the Zhengyang Gate with one shot. Do you believe it or not?”
"In a few years, I will even have the ability to control thunder and lightning in the sky, believe it or not."
A series of roars frightened Weng Tonghe, who turned pale. "You're talking nonsense... are you a human or a ghost?" Xiao Letian grabbed his collar and lifted him up from the ground.
"I'm just asking you whether you believe it or not. I'm just asking you if Saint Kong has these abilities... Tell me, louder."
"I'm speechless and unable to answer. Then let me ask you a question... Who gave Li Hongzhang the poisonous plan? Who asked him to drive the people into battle? Don't think you can hide this from the world. The poisonous tricks of losing conscience are also taught to you by the saints."
"Ah." Weng Tonghe looked at Xiao Letian in disbelief, "You, you, you..." He couldn't say a word.
Xiao Letian threw him into the muddy water, "You are a minister of the Qing Dynasty, but you kill the people of the Qing Dynasty. Of course I have to talk to the emperor about this matter. Even if the punishment is the national law and the emperor's punishment... you'd better not mess with me. , we can’t pee in the same pot.”
After saying this, Xiao Letian waved his right hand forward, and the new army, which had been prepared for a long time, rushed over like a swarm of swarms. They completely rushed away these Confucian scholars without even using their hands, using their bodies to hit them. The tablet of the Holy Master also fell. In the muddy water.
Weng Tonghe held the memorial tablet and burst into tears. He began to talk hysterically, "Xiao Letian... Even if you don't recognize the saint, don't you also recognize the principles of Confucianism in governing the world? One day, your power will increase greatly. Your The place must be governed by civil servants. How unwise for you to offend Confucian scholars in this way."
"I'm telling you, as long as you dare to lead troops into the Qing Dynasty today, you will never get the assistance of any civil servant in your life. The world's literati will abandon you, and you will never get a civil servant..."
Weng Tonghe was roaring like a wolf, but all he got in exchange was a middle finger from Xiao Letian. "Fuck, I don't need you rotten literati. What I want is the kind of real people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty who managed the army and governed the people." Elites, from now on there will no longer be any distinction between civil and military talents. What I want is all-round talents in civil and military affairs."
Weng Tonghe felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer and almost fainted. "It's impossible, you are a madman, you are a madman, a literati is a literati, a martial man is a martial man... It is impossible for you to follow the same trend. This is perverse."
Xiao Letian was speechless. He couldn't communicate with such people at all. They had long forgotten the backbone of Chinese literati in the Han and Tang Dynasties. At that time, Ban Chao could go to the Western Regions and pacify a country with only 36 people. Ten thousand soldiers captured the rebel leader alive, and Xin Qiji's bold and unrestrained poetry could not be compared to that of later generations of literati.
What are the orthodox Chinese elites? They are not the scumbags in front of them who want to use the common people to attack the battle. In order to compete for power with Li Hongzhang, Weng Tonghe desperately used the navy funds to fill the Summer Palace project. He would rather Even though a lot of money was spent on the Three Seas Project, the Beiyang Navy did not add a single fast gun.
Everyone is good at fighting for power, and they also have a way of losing power and humiliating the country. They do disgusting things that destroy the backbone of the nation, but they talk about benevolence, justice and morality to flaunt their innocence.
Bah...it's nothing more than relying on policies to keep people ignorant and bullying people into being uneducated.
"You wait, wait, wait until I, Xiao Letian, start compulsory education, wait until thousands of new intellectuals I educated pour into society, some of you will cry..."
"There is also public opinion, and I won't let it go. I'll see if it's your mouth that's better, or my newspaper. I'll show you what industrial printing is. Leo, the Minister of Propaganda, is not hired for nothing. , what I instilled was the thought of Nazi Propaganda Minister Goebbels..."
Nazi Propaganda Minister Goebbels had two famous sayings: "A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth" and the other is "Lying mixed with partial truths is more effective than lying directly."
The propaganda machine that mobilizes industrial power will wake up the numb citizens. As long as the Chinese people are no longer sleeping, then it will burst out with power that will tremble the world.
Xiao Letian no longer looked back at the group of weeping literati. These rotten meats were destined to be swept into the garbage dump. Even if they cried to death, they were destined to be eliminated by history. The deeper they seize power now, the more backlash they will suffer in the future. Awesome, but who cares about their life and death? All I see now is the Forbidden City, the center of power of the Qing Dynasty.
The Great Qing Gate had been opened long ago, and the few defenders who had not escaped did not dare to resist, threw away their weapons, and knelt beside the city gate, trembling, begging for mercy.
To the north of Daqing Gate is the square in front of Tiananmen. Xiao Letian rode his horse on the square and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. At this time, the square was still a closed T-shaped square, with the imperial road running from north to south in the middle. On both sides, there are Qianbu Corridor with 110 gallery rooms on both sides. On the south side of Chang'an Street, along the red wall extending to the east and west sides, there are 34 gallery rooms, so there are 228 gallery rooms in Qianbu Corridor.
Opposite the Daqing Gate is the Tiananmen Square that Xiao Letian is very familiar with. In his previous life, he often passed here to visit the Forbidden City. However, this was the first time he saw it after time travel, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. born.
"It's been a hundred years since I looked back. Which one is my home, the past life or this life?"
Xiao Letian rode his horse and whipped his whip and rushed out of the team alone. The horse galloped left and right in front of the Jinshui Bridge. "Xiao Letian, Prime Minister of Ryukyu, has come to escort you on the orders of the Queen Mother of the East. Open the city gate and the new army will come to your side."
At that moment, it seemed that Xiao Letian was the only one left in the world, and the glory at that moment belonged only to him.
