In East Asia, there was not only one Chinese, Xiao Letian, who was desperate. When the military stock of Chinese War was successfully listed, Beijing was clearly a warm spring with bright sunshine, but suddenly there was a violent sandstorm.
The sun hung in the sky like a misty salted duck egg yolk, and the northwest wind roared, carrying the yellow sand from the Mongolian grasslands and rolling in like a wall.
There was gravel everywhere, crackling against the window paper. The cotton curtains in the teahouse that had just been picked for two days were hung up again, and there was a layer of loess foam on the table if it had not been wiped for half a minute.
Normally, tea drinkers would have scolded their mothers in this weather, or else they would just go home and take a rest, but today people let the loess float in their tea bowls without even knowing how to cover them. Everyone was shocked by this shocking news. Silly.
"Chinese war? What the hell is this? Is Xiao Letian's army a shareholder?"
"Oh my God! Two hundred and eighty million silver dollars were raised in one day? My ancestors, Jiangnan is going to rebel, isn't it? So much money was not given to the court, but it was given to Xiao Letian?"
"Damn, these Han people should be killed, they should all be killed! Then there were three massacres in Yangzhou, killing them all and robbing them all without sealing the sword! The money they had was not given to the court, but given to the Japanese devils overseas. These people should be killed!"
If the Eight Banner Masters of Sijiu City were to scold the people, they would not bring any heavy ones. The teahouse suddenly turned into a market for a big market. A group of people smashed tables, threw stools, and threw tea bowls, scaring the waiters and bosses. Go straight into the corner and hide.
In the eyes of these Eight Banners disciples, everything in the Qing Dynasty belongs to them. The Han people are like their long-term workers and slaves. The majority of the wealth created must be handed over to us, and the remaining small portion must be counted as rewards from us. .
I really didn’t know that Jiangnan was so rich before. Everyone kept saying that Jiangnan was rich, Jiangnan was rich! But no one has a specific idea of what it means to be wealthy.
The Qing Dynasty just transferred money and food from the Yangtze River Basin to the north every year. Rice, tea, silk, and porcelain. Looking at the entire Qing Dynasty, it was actually the Yangtze River Basin that fed the entire kingdom, and also supported the wealth and prosperity of the Manchu people.
In the minds of the Manchus, the Han people in the south of the Yangtze River had already plundered almost all of their money, and the little money left was left to them. They had to give people a full meal!
But reality slapped them hard today, with a huge sum of 280 million. This was a huge amount of money that could still be easily collected after Jiangnan experienced the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom War and a serious financial crisis.
Now all the Manchus were going crazy. They felt like fools who had been fooled. It turned out that the Han people only offered small amounts of money from beginning to end and kept the big money for themselves, right? It’s really unbearable, so we want to scold him, and we want to scold him to heaven!
The disciples of the Eight Banners, who were frothing at the mouth, brandished the iron guns and steel knives left by their ancestors in their fantasy, wore three layers of heavy armor, and galloped across the Central Plains with two horses, robbing money, food, and women.
"Ahem, oh, oh, oh, brothers, I'm so exhausted. This damn weather hasn't seen the light of day yet! Let's go, let's take a drink." A group of spitters who had had enough scolding surrendered to each other and ran away without even settling their bills. Went to the opium den deep in the alley.
"Boss, I'm keeping accounts!" I just said this before leaving the house.
At this moment, the boss and the boy stood up and spat on the ground angrily, "Bah! I'll beat you to death. Why do you still want to go to war? I'll beat you to death on the battlefield."
The shopkeeper sighed and picked up a broom to sweep away the broken porcelain pieces on the floor. He would not open his mouth and scold like a young boy. An older person would only hide this hatred deep in his heart until The day it broke out.
Sooner or later, the Prime Minister will attack Beijing again, and you will cry when the time comes.
The Manchus at the bottom are just the most superficial envy, jealousy and hatred. What they hate is that the money is not in their pockets, but the high-ranking people in the court see it differently. After Guizi Liuyi got this latest information, He was shocked and didn't speak for half an hour.
He is no longer angry, he sits still
4000
There was no noise or fuss in the chair. At that moment, he clearly realized that Xiao Letian's roots had been deeply rooted in the soil of Jiangnan, and it was no longer possible to pull him up.
The stock market is a new thing. Although everyone is not familiar with it, with Yi's intelligence, he can guess the right answer with just a little effort.
Xiao Letian used the form of stock dividends to link himself with all the wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan into a community of interests, where everyone would be prosperous and everyone would suffer!
Those people covet the working capital in Xiao Letian's hands, and Xiao Letian covets their huge annual profits. Xiao Letian has a gun in his hand, and those wealthy people in Jiangnan have money in their hands. One needs military spending, and the other needs security.
Firewood meets fire, Pan Jinlian meets Ximen Qing!
Half an hour later, Guiziliu finally figured it out. He decided to put aside his cruelty to Zai Chun for the time being. He still had to cooperate with the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces. The biggest threat at the moment was still Xiao Letian, it must be Xiao Letian.
"Come here! Change my clothes. I want to enter the palace. No, no, no. I want to go to Jingshan Qiwang Tower!"
Just as he was talking, the housekeeper lifted the front of his coat and trotted into the study panting, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Li Lianying from Kilometers is here. Eunuch Li is here. Do you want to see him? Eunuch Li said that if he can't see the prince today, he won't leave." !”
"See you, why not? Please come into the study and I will talk to him."
After a while, Li Lianying, sweating profusely, walked into the study under the leadership of the housekeeper. As soon as he entered the door, the eunuch in charge of the Forbidden City knelt down.
"My good prince! For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, please go to the palace and see the Queen Mother! It won't work like this. The power of the Qing Dynasty will be usurped by others." Li Lianying knelt down The people on the ground cried loudly.
"I'm here today, my slave, to accompany you on behalf of my master. The Queen Mother said, the little emperor is wrong, really wrong, but because he is your nephew, because he is young, Come on, just calm down! The Qing Dynasty has to get through the hard times!"
"I will apologize to the prince on behalf of my master. I will kowtow to you." After saying this, the melon seeds on his bald head banged on the ground.
Guizi Liuyi was not a cold-blooded hero at heart. He sighed and pulled Li Lianying up, "Stop talking, I already know it. Let's go into the palace. I'm going to meet my two sisters-in-law."
There are no eternal enemies in the court. When everyone faces a common strong enemy, small hatred can be put aside for a while. Now Xiao Letian uses unprecedented tricks to dig into Jiangnan's corners. In order to protect Jiangnan's money and food In this tax-rich land, the conservative and reformist leaders among the Manchus had no choice but to give up their previous barriers and choose to work together to overcome the difficulties.
Just as the two empresses and the two princes were having a secret meeting behind closed doors in Jingshan Qiwang Tower, another secret meeting was being held in a manor in the northwest suburbs of the capital, not far from Kunming Lake in Wanshou Mountain.
Note: I’m going home soon
