"What is the most poisonous poison in the world?" The fool asked the wise man, but the wise man shook his head and said nothing. Tianlai novels www. ⒉
"Is it arsenic?" The Fool asked, but he just shook his head.
"Is the crane's crown red?" The question still has no answer.
If a fool has some understanding, "Is it because a harsh government is more fierce than a tiger? Or is it because people's hearts are evil and do many evil things?" Unfortunately, the wise still shake their heads.
After being questioned in every possible way, the wise man couldn't shirk the answer and could only sigh and said, "The most poisonous thing in the world is just white flour, steamed buns and rice, with a warehouse full of gold and a warehouse full of silver..."
The short story ends abruptly here. No one knows why the most poisonous poison is gold, silver, wealth, wine, meat, food and clothing, because this story is an unfinished fable that Cai Bixia heard from Yuan's mouth.
It was a long time ago in the small class, Xiao Letian told this fable as a joke.
But Xiao Letian did not give the final answer. Everyone seemed to understand but Cai Bixia realized it today. He finally understood what the most poisonous poison is in the Strait of Malacca.
That is the thing you need most and the most correct thing!
Hungry people often die not from hunger but from the first sight of food. Two steamed buns may choke them to death or suffocate them to death.
People who are extremely thirsty often die from drinking water because they are too thirsty to boil even a puddle of sewage.
The problem that Zai Chun encounters now is this. Does the Qing Dynasty need to change? There is no need to distinguish this issue, of course it is necessary, but does the Manchu and Qing Eight Banners Group around Zaichun need to be reformed? Of course, innovation is also needed.
And Xiao Letian's poison is hidden in it. He will give you the most correct answer, but this correct answer may very well kill you.
Cai Bixia's hand holding the railing was sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable. She didn't dare to speak when she looked at Zai Chun who looked excited. She was scared when she looked at Zai Chun's enthusiastic face.
Now Zai Chun has broadened his horizons and opened his heart. He knows how powerful the power of industrialization is and how powerful countries work. He is full of desire for all this.
Zai Chun holds the dream of a great emperor in his heart. He hopes to become a great emperor like Emperor Tang Zong and Song Zu!
He is burdened with such great ideals at such a young age, so can his body push the millstone of the national destiny?
What is reform? The most vivid metaphor is that of two millstones biting and rubbing against each other! The traditional force of the Eight Banners of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was rotating clockwise, while the reformist force led by Zai Chun wanted to rotate counterclockwise. The two forces collided and rubbed, causing a scream like sore teeth.
I don’t know how many human lives were shattered into pieces like grain in a millstone!
Zaichun thought he was the one grinding the mill, but unfortunately sometimes he was just the grain in the millstone.
Cai Bixia knew that this was the poison Yuan had given to Manqing. It was not arsenic or crane crown red, but the white-flour steamed buns and water that Manqing needed most urgently now.
Cai Bixia also knew that Yuan Bing would use various methods to create a sense of crisis, so that the hungry Manchu Qing group would have to wolf down the food, forcing them to stuff it into their stomachs desperately.
Do you want to chew slowly and carefully? If you don’t have that chance, the final outcome will be that you will be swollen to death!
Zai Chun has fallen into the trap. He will definitely wolf down the white-flour buns given by his master for emergency. When Zai Chun stirs up the wave of great changes, the Manchu conservative forces will definitely counterattack.
How many people will die by then? Cai Bixia didn't dare to think about it, but she knew very well that once the two millstones started wrestling, the result of the collision was destined to make the whole world stunned.
Cai Bixia screamed desperately in her heart, "Zai Chun! You can't be like this, you really can't be so impatient. You are still young and you don't have the power to push the millstone of the national destiny. You will be swallowed up!"
"Listen to my sister, be patient and accumulate strength until you are thirty, okay? When the time comes, you can promote reforms, but don't risk your life so early!"
But Cai Bixia could only say these words in her stomach. She didn't dare to mention a word to Zai Chun. Looking at Zai Chun who was extremely excited, Cai Bixia could only sigh.
Dream of a strong country! Not only the Han people all over the world have it, but the Eight Banners Manchu group also has the dream of a powerful country. Their desire to restore the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong is no weaker than that of the Han people.
This eagerness can easily influence young Zaichun's heart. When he feels urgent, he will do something that shows his strength.
This is the tragedy of the times, and it is also the inevitable outcome when a dynasty's national destiny begins to decline. Zai Chun thought he could change the world, but in fact he did not know at all that he was actually just an ordinary Manchu controlled by the weakening Qing Dynasty's national destiny. .
The ship sailed to Malacca with smooth sailing and the British fleet was clearing the way. All merchant ships gave way to improve the navigation speed. In just one night, the fleet was already close to the waters of Banda Aceh.
This is already the west gate of Malacca. From here is the Bay of Bengal to the north and the Indian Ocean to the south. Here, three more British battleships and the fleet begin to converge. These are escort warships transferred from the Bay of Bengal.
Governor Philip was right. The British really did their best to escort this mission. The British really spent a lot of money on this first state visit in thousands of years.
Zaichun became more and more excited. After entering the Indian Ocean, a new British fleet joined the escort formation almost every day. By the time the ship arrived in Sri Lanka, the number of British escort warships had reached 33.
Every time a group of escorting warships arrived, salutes were fired to welcome the emperor of the Qing Dynasty and Chinese leaders, and flags of praise continued one after another. Apart from breakfast, the rest of the time on the Zhiyuan was full of banquets.
The British provided sufficient and even luxurious supplies, and Xiao Letian prepared 28 top chefs from the Qing Dynasty on the Zhiyuan, basically covering all cuisines. Together with the assistant chefs, there were nearly a hundred people cooking alone.
The British officers and the Chinese officers drank and chatted happily, and the atmosphere was as good as if they had never burned down the Old Summer Palace before. The top-notch Chinese food left these British people speechless.
The final result was that all these officers stopped firing, and did not eat the meals on their own ships. They would take small boats to gather on the Zhiyuan as soon as it was time for meals.
Fortunately, there were no wind and waves along the way, otherwise the ferrying process alone would have been dangerous enough.
During these banquets, Zai Chun was surrounded by the sound of flattery like waves. The excited Royal Navy even conducted a live-fire exercise for His Majesty the Qing Dynasty.
The roaring sound of cannons on the sea, the skilled battleships weaving in and out of changing formations, and the huge fleet of thirty-three battleships completely ignited the blood in Zai Chun's heart.
"This is a powerful country! This is the tyrannical strength of an empire on which the sun never sets! I want it too, I must!"
There is no cure for the poison in Zaichun's heart!
