"You... you..." Mr. Qing San was so angry that he couldn't speak. He pointed at the family kneeling on the ground with trembling hands, and then pointed at the unsympathetic military police with a look on his face. His expression changed urgently.
It took half a minute to hold back a sentence, "They...what are they doing to you? They don't care about heaven and earth, why do you care about people binding their feet?"
"That's right..." The sloppy beggar and the skinny scholar said in unison, "We beg and bind our feet, what are we doing to you?"
Those military policemen were made to laugh and cry. Normally, anyone who wanted to talk nonsense with these people would just beat them out of Xishui Gate with sticks. You can scold them as much as you like after leaving Xishui Gate. But it's impossible not to explain today. The first-rank prime minister of the Qing Dynasty or a relative of the prime minister is right in front of me, so this scene has to go through no matter what.
The oldest military policeman stood up and bowed his hands to the people around him and saluted, "Sir! Dear young and old! The order prohibiting foot binding was issued by the Prime Minister. This is to stop the destruction of women and to break the evil and bad habits of good governance... Everyone has it. Mother has daughters and sisters, and you really don’t feel bad when you see their foot bones being broken and twisted so that they can’t walk?”
"How dare you continue this shameless and vicious custom?"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you are a nobleman of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. You know the laws of the Qing Dynasty much better than I do... You should know that Manchu women do not have their feet bound, right? The Emperor Shunzhi who entered the customs once personally issued an imperial edict banning women from all over the world. Foot binding!”
"Later, I thought that the Han people in the world were too much of an obstacle. As a result, the imperial edict was not implemented at all. However, the edict was not abolished and he is still hiding in the Forbidden City!"
"But how come everything you said today goes against your ancestral family law? Now you are still brazenly saying that foot binding is justified? Don't tell me this, go back to Sijiu City and talk to your ancestors in the Ancestral Temple Bar……"
"You...you are so brave!" Mr. Qing's blood pressure suddenly shot up. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He wanted to curse a few words but couldn't open his mouth. Look at those people who are not living up to expectations. With such a look, Fu Qing wished he could kill the sloppy beggar and the rotten scholar with a knife.
"It's mud! It's all mud..." Third Master Qing turned his head and got into the sedan in anger and embarrassment, "Let's go! Go home, I'm going back to Beijing! What a bullshit place... the rituals are ruined and the music is ruined! Bah... "
Several military policemen looked at each other, and one of them nodded quickly, then turned around and ran into the city. He wanted to report what happened today to the CIA as soon as possible.
The beggar and the scholar knelt on the ground, howled and begged like mud. In the end, no one sympathized with them, and they were kicked out of Xishuimen even after being dragged.
The scene that Mr. Qing experienced has long been numb in the eyes of Xishuimen officials. They are very aware of the problems of these refugees and immigrants. It is not so easy to change a lifetime of bad habits.
Therefore, all actions must be based on the Prime Minister's principle of "uniting like-minded people to build the skeleton of the Chinese nation, absorbing those who are willing to take the initiative to change to condense their flesh and blood, and using severe punishment to control those who are forced to change their minds. Only in this way can we create a healthy and complete nation." The Chinese came out..."
"As for those who are unrepentant and refuse all changes, they will be excluded from the Chinese race and let them always look at the wall with envy. Let the sense of happiness gap torture them and keep them comparing themselves to each other all their lives. Unable to extricate myself from the entanglement..."
"If you want to be happy, you must give something. Do you want to not change yourself and do whatever you want? Then let him continue to dream..."
The ruthless Xishui Gate, the Hulao Pass in the Special Administrative Region! How many human tragedies and comedies have been staged here, and the difference between heaven and hell is just a step away.
Fu Qing's sedan trotted all the way, and the four timid sedan bearers didn't care about being tired or the bruises on their shoulders. Knowing that their master was in a bad mood, they hurriedly trotted back home.
Where does Fuqing live? Of course she lives with her sister, and Fuhui's home is in Xiao Letian's palace, a garden palace that was expanded based on Huang Juren's old house in the early years.
As soon as the sedan landed, Third Master Qing jumped out impatiently. As a result, the bar in front was not placed securely, and he stumbled and almost fell Third Master.
"What a bastard thing! Take it apart... smash it for me..." The third master waved his hand and tore the sedan curtain into two halves with a stab. The guards at the porter saw that the third master was really angry and rushed to persuade him.
Under Fu Qing's strict orders, the four bearers smashed the sedan into pieces, leaving rags and splinters of wood all over the floor.
It wasn't until the sedan was turned into parts that Fu Qing felt less angry. He entered the main entrance and walked to the backyard, shouting as he walked, "Prepare the food and drinks, bring me the wine... Where is my sister? Where is she?" What about in the garden?"
There are four gardens in the SAR Palace, which are basically decorated according to the four solar terms of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Flowers blooming in different seasons decorate the different gardens to create a distinctive beauty of the four seasons.
Xiao Letian didn't live in this palace for a long time, but Fu Hui liked it very much because her body was not used to the hot and humid weather in Ryukyu, and she developed a lot of eczema after living in the north for a long time.
However, the undercurrents in the capital are surging, and the various factions are fighting in a circle of right and wrong. It is better to hide for a while or come out, so Fuhui has been staying in the special zone palace during this period.
Fu Hui is here, and the servants here have her trained in a very disciplined manner, completely following the model of a large Manchu family. The rules among the servants are extremely strict, and each of them performs his or her duties without daring to step outside the boundaries.
Fu Qing walked through several courtyards along the way, including the moon gate, verandah, rockery, garden, lotus pond...it was a beautiful sight every step of the way. Behind him, a group of maids and old ladies followed him, bringing wet towels to wipe their faces and fragrant scented tea to rinse their faces anytime and anywhere. The mouth was moistened with Jiangnan Longjing before the rain, and then handed over a gold box with neat rows of paper cigarettes inside.
He dragged his coat back when he went out and threw it away. The clever little maid hurriedly held it in her arms. Fu Qing ran straight to the backyard angrily without looking back. As soon as he entered the moon gate of the summer garden, he heard the little boy on the rockery. In the small Buddhist chanting hall, the voice of my sister Fuhui chanting mantras floated slowly.
"Namo, Heluo Da Na, Duo La Ye, Na Wu, Ah Si Ye, Po Lu Jie Di, Shuo Bo La Ye, Bodhisattva Tum Po Ye, Mahasattva Tum Po Ye..."
Leaning on the rockery, listening to his sister's calm voice of chanting the curse, the third master's angry heart finally calmed down. Thinking about the rogue beggar and the rotten scholar, he couldn't help but sigh.
