Zeng Guofan raised his eyes to look at the letter on the desk and smiled faintly, "Xiao Letian, Xiao Letian! I have said everything you asked me to say to Guiziliu. Will it have any effect in the end... Then there is nothing I can do!"
"I'm exhausted mentally and physically...I can only help you so much, I can only help you so much..."
"Ahem...old farmer...you have been with me all your life. I have something to entrust to you..."
The old farmer turned over and knelt on the ground and said with sobs, "The commander-in-chief treats me with the same kindness as my father and son. If you have anything to do, just send him..."
"Take me...all the letters of contact between me and Xiao Letian, as well as the essays in my cabinet...and your family keeps them secretly for me!"
"Let your family continue to practice martial arts for generations, so that you can keep this secret... One hundred years after my death, let your descendants make it public again!"
"I know... I can see and guess... After my death, the Central Plains will undergo drastic changes. There will be many people who insult me, praise me, and modify me..."
"Let them go on messing around... Let them continue to mess around, and your family just looks on indifferently. I think... there will be a peaceful and prosperous age after a hundred years!"
"I hope that people in that prosperous age can truly look at the history we have experienced with a calm and indifferent attitude!"
"At that time...you give him another truth!"
"I, Zeng Guofan! I am very filial to my ancestors of the Han people! I am also very loyal to the Qing Dynasty! I already have both loyalty and filial piety!"
"Hahaha……"
The handsome man smiled sadly, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes!
The maid was also moved by the marshal's spirit. She took a step back and gave him a military salute respectfully: "Commander! I am entrusted by the head of state to come here to take care of your medical care. Whatever you say and do today, I will continue to do so." Report to the head of state on May 10th!”
"Private Huang Linglong from the Chinese Medical Battalion salutes the commander in chief!"
Huang Linglong, the distant niece of Huang Xieyi, followed her uncle to study at the Chinese Medical College. She eventually entered a field hospital with excellent grades and participated in the Franco-Prussian War.
Three months before the head of state returned to the country, he received the order to return to the country and went straight to the capital to take care of Marshal Zeng's condition!
Zeng Guofan waved his hand, "Sit down, girl! Your uncle is still in the Taiyuan Hospital... Take my post and read it, the Taiyuan Hospital will not stop you!"
"I'm fine now. The medicine you gave me is really effective..."
"Commander, that's not a medicine for treating a disease! It's just a strong analgesic, a medicine to relieve anesthesia... You can't get rid of the root cause. As your body adapts to it, the amount of medicine will increase in the future. big!"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... How many more days can I live? Thank you so much for making this old man like me suffer less! Thank you very much..."
The commander handed Huang Linglong his post and asked her to go see his uncle. After Huang Linglong left, he said to the old farmer, "After I die, I have arranged a good job for you!"
"King of the Far East, I heard that a Chinese Jingwu Association is being formed! He said that he is going to collect all the martial arts secrets from all over the world to create something... an intangible cultural heritage!"
"After I die, you will go wherever you go! With Master Long and the Head of State supporting you, this job of yours is the best! You have dignity and dignity! You won't starve or freeze!"
"More importantly, you can pass on your unique skills to generations to come!"
"Old farmer... I'm begging you, please talk to those brothers and hermits in the mountains and fields! The world has changed, and no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't defeat foreign guns and cannons!"
"Don't let your ancestors' unique skills die in the grave with you! It's also good to stay and let the people keep fit!"
"Don't be too self-conscious like in the past! That won't work. China cannot afford to lose all the goodies of our ancestors!"
Tears fell down the old farmer's face, "Yes! I listen to the commander-in-chief, I listen to the commander-in-chief... You take good care of yourself and have a good rest!"
Zeng Guofan leaned on the couch and closed his eyes to rest, and said softly, "After I leave... don't mess with my Zeng family... I don't have much future!"
"Xiao Letian's side is still the bigger one...their side is the right way..."
Zeng Guofan fell asleep slowly under the anesthesia of the medicine, but Guiziliu who left was still struggling. As soon as he returned home, he was surrounded by the gang of princes.
The nobles represented by the Fifth Lord Yi Pei and the Qing Prince Yi Kuang surrounded the Japanese six groups, but still asked him how to solve the trouble at hand!
After all, it’s money, money, money! You Guiziliu have to let us continue to make money and make up for the losses!
It was buzzing like a swarm of flies, which made all the Japanese beat him up. Prince Gong couldn't help but slapped the table, "What's your loss? My loss is the biggest!"
"Standard Chartered Bank of the United Kingdom has stopped all my loans! Don't laugh, either. You will get in trouble just like going to a foreign devil's bank!"
"Damn it! Where am I going to reason with you?"
Yi Kuang jumped up when he heard this, "Ah! What about this? We won't be able to get loans in the future? Wait..." As if he thought of something very scary, Yi Kuang shouted, "What about our deposits?" ?Would it be impossible to bring it up in the future?"
This is a big deal, everyone in the room is going crazy, now everyone in this world understands that eggs cannot be put in one basket!
In the past, money was stored in hoards or purchased for real estate, and the other part was stored in the bill number!
But now that foreign banks have emerged, and relying on the credit of more powerful countries, these royal nobles have deposited their money in foreign banks!
Not to mention that the people are against the bank and the common people do not trust Yang Guzi. These princes who have seen the world actually know the credit of foreign banks, so they are not against it.
Nowadays, who has not deposited hundreds of thousands of taels in foreign banks? Some have deposited millions!
As soon as they heard that there was a possibility of not being able to withdraw the money, this group of people all jumped up like a cat that had stepped on its tail!
"Ji Zi Liu! It's all your fault! If the foreign devil bank blocks our money... I, I, I... I will fight you to the death!"
"I'll pour this blood on your house!"
Guizi Liutie was so angry that he could not speak. The seventh brother, Prince Chun Yixuan, who was standing beside him, quickly tried to smooth things over: "Don't talk nonsense, there is no such thing, don't think about it!"
"Foreign banks are all about credit. They don't have to lend to us, but the money we deposit must be safe! Otherwise, if they lose their credit, they will have no place to stand!"
"Don't worry, there will be no problem with your savings. They won't make fun of hundreds of years of credit. Stop making trouble!"
After hearing the guarantee, people sat back angrily. Na Yikuang sneered and said, "Even if there is no problem with the money in the foreign bank, our business is over!"
"Who will compensate us for the damage?"
"Excuse me, please... I'll give you shit!" Guiziliu was furious. "This Qing Dynasty is not mine! I'm just a minister! If you have any questions, go to the Forbidden City!"
"Go to the emperor! Go!"
