"Your Majesty...everything has been done according to your instructions. Don't tell me that Isiha is really easy to use. It is indeed a good gun!"
In the Western Tombs of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, beside the mottled and peeling paint wall, an old man with pale braids was sweeping the floor. He was wearing a half-worn blue cotton coat with patches sewn on, and he was sweeping the fallen leaves on the road again and again, without leaving a single drop. So pious.
There was a man following behind him. He knelt down and tried to take the broom and sweep the floor for the old man several times, but he was pushed away.
"The people outside are all our cronies. Your Majesty, don't worry... I'll clean it up as a slave!"
The old man sweeping the floor was, of course, the Jaap Liu Yixin who had only returned to Xiling for a few days, and this self-proclaimed slave was Na Duobao, the elder brother of Na Sanbao of the Yulin New Army, who had secretly taken refuge with Yixin long ago.
Prince Gong still didn't hand him the broom, but said lightly, "Sweeping the floor is practice! There are koans in the Zen sect!"
"Every time you sweep the floor, you must visualize that you are sweeping your chaotic mind, sweeping away all distracting thoughts, and clearing the chaotic thoughts into order and order. This is practice!"
"Historically, there was a person who could not read a word and became a monk. Because he could not read scriptures and was too stupid to recite Buddha and mantra, the master had to teach him to sweep the floor!"
"This is a very good method. Sweep, sweep, visualize, visualize! Your karma will be slowly cleared, and your wisdom will naturally emerge."
How could Duobao know these truths, but he didn't dare to show impatience in front of the prince, so he could only listen like a fool.
Guiziliu is not so much talking to Na Duobao, but more to talking to his own heart.
The broom swept the road rhythmically, and it actually had a strange rhythm!
"Zai Chun is now in a dilemma. If he does not strictly deal with Guang Liang and other tenth road managers, he will seriously lose the support of the people. These hundreds of thousands of people, that is, his future hundreds of thousands of workers, will be suspicious of him. !”
"This is something Zai Chun cannot accept. How can his industrial reform plan work with a group of workers who are not working together?"
"If the people don't believe in him, who will dare to work in the factory in the future? It would have been difficult for him to recruit these civilian workers. These stinking farmers have always been in trouble in their homeland and will not leave even an inch of their land!"
"You offer a high salary, but they think you are a liar, let alone a worker they have never heard of!"
"It's not easy for Zai Chun to mobilize these two hundred thousand civilians. The difficulty depends on recruiting men and human trafficking. Do you think it's difficult?"
"Haha... Zai Chun will never allow an open situation to reverse course!"
"But what happened after Yan punished Guang Liang and other tenth-level generals? The poor people were relieved of their hatred, but he also offended all the bannermen in the world. The Eight Banners are a family. You have offended all this family, and your ruling foundation is It’s gone!”
"Zai Chun is stupid, why are you learning governance from Xiao Letian? You just want to learn Western science and technology from Xiao Letian, and learn how to seduce people's eloquence. Why do you want to learn from other people's reforms?"
"That Xiao Letian jumped out of the cracks in the stone. He created a Chinese race for the first time on his own and started drawing on blank paper from scratch!"
"Do you know why the Chinese have to separate immigrants, commoners, and citizens into nobles, and the nobles are divided into six nobles and eighteen ranks?"
"It's just a screening mechanism, which is to screen out people who don't share his heart. In the end, all the Chinese people will approve of him!"
"Only with this foundation can you reform! What's wrong with you, Zaichun? You are a little brat, a son-emperor who relies on the ancestral system to govern yourself, and everything you have comes from inheritance!"
"You never created anything. What is yours?"
Guiziliu's speed of sweeping the floor suddenly became a little faster, and it was obvious that he was a little excited!
"You don't have anything. Everything you have was saved little by little by your fathers and grandfathers! You peed your pants when you were the emperor. If the Eighth Minister Gu Ming hadn't defeated you with my help, do you think you could be in charge? "
"They can completely divide the power of the Qing Dynasty and leave you no scum!"
"We launched the Xinyou coup, didn't we do it for you in the end? You are just a son-emperor who just sits back and enjoys the success, but you have the heart to establish a sect like Xiao Letian?"
"Haha...how are you now? Even Han Chen has jumped out to oppose you!"
"What do you think about taking away 200,000 civilian tenants? What we in the Qing Dynasty pay attention to is farming and studying! This is an agricultural country, you have to farm and study!"
"Hehehe..." Yi Xin suddenly laughed like a ghost, "Zai Chun... who do you think I am? I, Guiziliu, is actually your grandfather and the spirit of your father!"
"What follows me are the souls of Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong. I am watching you on behalf of my ancestors!"
"I don't know you yet? In fact, when Han Chen began to express his objections, you were already intimidated. You were afraid that Han Chen and the Eight Banners would join forces to fight against you. This is a force you cannot defeat!"
"I know... you are planning to let Guang Liang and others go! You are planning to kill only those thugs and lackeys, and spare the real Eight Banners supervisors!"
"You're going to compromise, right? Hahaha... I've seen through you a long time ago, kid. What all your tyrannical appearance hides is an extremely cowardly heart!"
"You are afraid every day, right? You use toughness and even bloodlust to cover up your inner fragility, right?"
"If you really meet a strong opponent, you will be intimidated immediately! Hahaha, isn't it the nature of us to bully the weak and fear the strong?"
"Do you think I will make you give in easily? Stop dreaming, I will add fire to you and let you know that it is impossible not to kill Guang Liang!"
"You want to raise your hand and let Guang Liang go so that the flag-changing people can stop? I won't satisfy you, so I'll have people disguised as Nian Zi kill the flag-man's supervisor and attack the construction site..."
"Are you afraid? Hahaha...are you afraid of the power of these poor mud-legged people now? Have you discovered now that if you don't kill Guang Liang and these mud-legged people, they will rebel?"
"Hahaha... That's right! I just want you to think like this. Only if you think like this will you be afraid of everyone and the whole world!"
"Eventually this fear will consume you completely! You can't defeat it!"
"What a dilemma, what a dilemma! Zaichun, you are really in a dilemma! If you kill Guang Liang and the others, you will have completely offended the bannermen!"
"If you don't kill Guang Liang and the others, you will have completely offended the people!"
"Rat in the bellows, you are getting the blame from both sides! Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror, you are not human inside and out!"
"Hahaha...you are getting angry from both sides, you are in a dilemma!"
At this moment, Prince Gong was almost hysterical, but a gust of northwest wind blew over, blowing along the seal of the imperial mausoleum. The trees swayed and the grass bowed, like a ghost crying!
