The Chinese were so busy that they temporarily forgot the huge disaster in the north of the Qing Dynasty, but people within the Qing Dynasty could not forget it, especially those evil spirits hiding in the gutter and spying!
"What? You fart...you fart..." There were roars in the courtyard where Prince Gong was imprisoned in Xiling. Now Prince Gong doesn't seem to care about the snooping sentries.
Among the guards guarding Xiling, more than 80% of the people were loyal to him. The last 20% were spies of Emperor Tongzhi and had been isolated.
As long as the two percent of outsiders go out to patrol the mountains, that is the time when Prince Gong Yixin can do whatever he wants!
On February 15th, the final information on the Qing Empire's northern disaster relief was finally secretly sent over. The fostered Yisiha, this loyal Erha, personally brought the top-secret information. This information was shared by the British. .
When he saw the information, Yi Xin was completely blown away. The disaster relief was going so smoothly that everything did not go according to his plan!
"Weng Tonghe...you are really a dog beside the foolish emperor! Are you so loyal to this bastard?"
"He personally started the industrialization of the empire. He is the enemy of you Confucian scholars! Sooner or later, this foolish king will abolish the imperial examination and he will learn from the examination system of Western learning!"
"When the time comes, how can the content of the exam be your Confucian Four Books and Five Classics? Are you stupid?"
With a crisp snap, the white porcelain teapot flew out against Na Duobao's forehead, fell to the frozen snow in the yard, and broke into countless pieces!
The eunuch who was serving him hurried over to clean up. Yi Xin became more and more angry as he watched, and shouted at the eunuch, "Get out! Everyone get out..."
Yi Xin, who was holding the table with both hands, was breathing heavily, "You...do you know? This fool actually suppressed this disaster with the help of Fuqing's telegraph office and the influence of old man Qingliu!"
"One quota of people can be exchanged for 10,000 shi of food...and it's guaranteed that no one will die! I know those local rich people too well, they can't see fame in their eyes!"
"As long as they see fame and fame, they will risk their lives! These wealthy landlords are reluctant to eat and drink, but if they want to buy an official position for their son, they will sell all their bones and scraps!"
"In just over ten days, all the landowners in the disaster areas have begun to provide relief to the victims... The British have seen it personally. Except for villages in the mountains where there are really no roads, the rest who can communicate with the news have begun to help themselves!"
"Fuck! Zai Chun, this foolish king, managed to stop the snow disaster in four provinces without paying for any food! Fuck...fuck...fuck you!"
He kicked the chair away again, and the crazy Prince Gong was panting from exhaustion!
"I am just waiting for the wave of refugees! As long as the poor people in China are in their own homes, they must be as honest as possible. You can't encourage them at all!"
"They must be forced to leave their homes and their familiar homes...Only when they see a strange environment can you stimulate them to smash, smash, loot and burn!"
"This has been the fundamental nature of farmers for thousands of years! If the situation is good, let's just wait for the snow to melt a little. By then, countless villages will have fled and many refugees will have escaped!"
"Villages are gathered in towns, towns are gathered in counties, and counties are gathered in a province! As long as the refugee wave approaches one million, the world will definitely be in trouble!"
"When we have food in hand, we can use them as cannon fodder! We can also infiltrate and use the power of the underworld to organize these mobs to attack the government!"
"As long as there is chaos, as long as I, the king, have chaos, I want all of Northern China to turn into chaos! Then it will be a great opportunity for us to raise troops to put an end to the chaos!"
"Fuck! But such a good disaster, why is it being suppressed? Why are these wealthy locals willing to release grain? Damn your ancestors!"
Yi Xin's eyes were red, how could he not be excited? This can be said to be his last chance in life. If he cannot seize it, he will be completely ruined in two or three years!
"The ancestors have a spirit! You have to protect me, Yi Xin, to accomplish this big thing! Otherwise, all the country will be taken away by the Han people!"
"In two or three years, all the industrial zones in Xiao Letian's hands will turn into hard-to-gnaw bones. Our soldiers will not be able to attack them at all!"
"The railway connects these industrial areas together, and his army can gain wings. If the Beijing-Hankong Railway is in Wuhan, it is connected with the Chinese Jiangnan Railway Network..."
"Oh my God! The Jiangnan Chinese army can take a train and go directly to the capital of Zhili in three or four days!"
"No chance! We have no chance. This is the last chance to raise troops, but why was it destroyed by them?"
"Why are these bastards so determined to go with the little bastard? Why aren't they loyal to me? Damn..."
Yi Xin rushed in front of Na Duobao, grabbed the frightened Na Duobao, and shook it desperately, "Dog slave! Talk, aren't you usually very smart? I ask you what should I do now? Why? How can we cause chaos in North China?"
"Speak...you little bitch slave, talk! Talk..." Shaking desperately, Na Duobao's mind was as if the tofu brain had been mixed evenly, and he couldn't move anymore.
"Your Majesty, calm down... Your Majesty, let's... think of a way... let's cut off their telegraph lines, okay? Destroy the telegraph lines..."
"It's useless! You've done too much damage, but it's made the court more alert!" Erha said from the side.
"Then let's kill the landowners who raise grain... Kill a group of them and they won't dare to raise grain!" Na Duobao said tremblingly.
Erha still shook his head, "No! How many villages and landowners are there in the four provinces? We can't kill them! In the end, they will just scare the snake away!"
"Then what do you think we should do? Your Majesty... this Erha has a way, let him think!" Na Duobao pushed away desperately.
Prince Gong stood in front of Isiha, "Haha... I didn't expect that you, a face-faced man, still have something in your head. You said... tell me a good strategy, and I will reward you!"
Isiha was also afraid of being frightened, so he said cautiously, "Slave, I... actually don't have any good ideas, I just have a stupid idea..."
"Say it!" Yi Xin said with a cold face.
"Hey! After reading the last report, this slave actually pushed away the Chinese people's food. He didn't want it anymore... I just thought about it!"
"He doesn't want relief food from the Chinese, which shows that they must think that there is no problem with the disaster! If the enemy is careless, they may suffer big losses later!"
"Is the food in Hunjun's hand really enough? Indeed, he has a large amount of food in his hand, but not all food in the world is stored in the government's granary!"
“After all, the common people still eat food from the private sector!”
"Your Majesty... think about it! The grain in the hands of this landowner and squire is already the last batch of grain among the people! Once the distribution is gone, there will really be no stock!"
