"It turns out to be Ruan Jizhi. I haven't seen him for many years."
Sun Zhixian did not turn over and dismount, but cupped his hands towards Ruan Dacheng on horseback.
Ruan Dacheng did not return the gift, but asked loudly: "Sun Longfu, where is your hair? Why is it gone? Have you seen through the world of mortals and become a monk?"
Sun Zhixian smiled and reached out his hand to find out the money-rat tail-like braid from his mind, "Brother Ji, I am now from the Qing Dynasty. Men in the Qing Dynasty must shave their hair and tie it in braids."
"Everyone has to shave his head? What if he doesn't?" Another voice sounded. Sun Zhixian followed the voice and looked around, and saw a fat man wearing a green cloth shirt walking over, waving a paper fan.
"I'm Songjiang Grand Duke Luo, I'm asking for advice!" The visitor is Donglin's successor, and Enke's second place pick next year may also be Grand Duke Luo, the top pick.
"Hahaha!" Sun Zhixian suddenly laughed.
Grand Duke Luo was confused, "Why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at you, a useless scholar. If you were in Beizhili, you wouldn't even be qualified to have your hair shaved!"
Grand Duke Luo snorted: "Your body, hair, and skin are all given to you by your parents! I won't cut off my hair and braid it!"
Sun Zhixian just laughed. Ruan Dacheng looked strange and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Sun Zhixian put away his smile and glanced around him coldly. I saw that the people gathered outside the Yifengmen Wengcheng, besides the soldiers maintaining order, were officials in official robes and scholars in Confucian robes, and all of them looked at me with cold eyebrows.
"I laugh at him for his lack of knowledge!" Sun Zhixian said gloomily, "He actually doesn't know the twenty-four futures of the Qing Dynasty."
"What twenty-four prospects?"
Sun Zhixian smiled and said: "This is the promotion path for the disciples of the Eight Banners. From the servant to the top, there are a total of twenty-four levels, and then to the prince. Every level up must be attributed to the real talent! Those who have merit will be promoted, and those who have made mistakes will be punished. The lowest coated slave does not count as a future, so it counts as twenty-four futures.
Ordinary Han people, as long as they are not officials who surrender, if they want to join the Qing Dynasty, they will be slaves in the beginning, working as cows and horses for the Eight Banner masters, and their wives and daughters will have to serve the master... It doesn't matter how much knowledge you have. , whether you can win the imperial examination or not is the same. Even Fan Wencheng and Ning Wanwo, the great bachelors of the Qing Dynasty today, climbed up step by step from being slaves. Among them, the wife of Bachelor Fan was so pretty that she even served Prince Yu of the Qing Dynasty! That is the glory of Bachelor Fan! "
"What? Is this still an honor?" Grand Duke Luo shouted, "Does this Fan Wencheng have any backbone?"
"Integrity?" Sun Zhixian laughed wildly again, then raised his riding whip and pointed it at Grand Duke Luo, "You don't know how capable Grand Scholar Fan is. He is an all-rounder who can write both literary and military skills. He can write beautiful articles with his pen." , He can kill your Southern Dynasty soldiers with a sword. His current wealth is the result of fighting with a sword and a gun.
You, a scholar who is not diligent in your limbs, do you deserve to have integrity with Bachelor Fan? What do you think you are good for? Besides taking the imperial examination, what else will you do? Be a master? The nobles of the Eight Banners in the Qing Dynasty were the masters, and ordinary Han people had to start as slaves. Will you be a slave? Can you farm? Can you work? Can you kill someone? Neither, then you are not even qualified to be a slave... If you are in the Qing Dynasty, if you are lucky and meet a benevolent emperor like Emperor Taizong, you can still die of hunger and peace. If you meet a hero like Taizu, you have to kill him to save food. "
ah! This is real? Are the Tatars really that cruel?
A group of officials and scholars outside Fengyi Gate were all stunned by Sun Zhixian's words - Sun Zhixian was the envoy of the Tatars, so what he said could not be false!
At this moment, Zukefa, who was following Sun Zhixian, roared again and said in stiff Chinese with a Liao accent: "You Nikans are lucky not to have been born in Beijing, otherwise a house occupation order would Once you get down, you all have to be driven out of the city to fend for yourself!"
"What's going on with the house occupation order?" Ruan Dacheng followed Zukefa's words and asked.
"That is to say, drive all the Han civilians in Beijing out of the city!" Zukefa said, "Leave their houses and belongings to us Eight Banners nobles!"
"What? What should the people do?" Grand Duke Luo.
"Hey," Zukofa said proudly, stroking his beard, "Either you become a dressing slave, or... you starve to death!"
"This is unconscionable!"
"You Tatars are too cruel..."
"How can you harm people like this?"
"It's so hateful..."
"This is going to be punished!"
A group of scholars and officials started cursing, but Zukefa laughed loudly: "You bookworms are just ignorant! Who has conquered the Central Plains from outside the Great Wall since ancient times and slaughtered millions of people? And I, the Eight Banners, The nobles are here to be masters, and the Han people cannot be slaves. What is the use of the Qing Dynasty?
Let me tell you, in addition to occupying houses and shaving hair, our Qing Dynasty also had six methods: massacre the city, enclosure, surrender, and capture of fugitives! If you don’t want to be the slaves of my Qing Dynasty, and you don’t want to die, then go and tell your prince quickly and ask him to marry the princess of my Qing Regent family with great ceremony, profess vassalage to my Qing Dynasty, and cede the north of the Huaihe River. , and pay tribute of 30 million Shimimai every year! "
Ruan Dacheng snorted: "Don't even think about it! I, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, will never bow to the Tatars! Don't you think so, right?"
ah?
Qian Qianyi was stunned when asked by Ruan Dacheng, "The person named Ruan is an eunuch!" He is the leader of Donglin, how can he disagree with him?
"Scholar?" Zu Kefa laughed wildly, "When the Qing Dynasty takes Shandong, I will dig up the tomb of Confucius and cut off the roots of you and other scholars in the Southern Dynasties!"
I really want to defeat Confucius!
Now Qian Qianyi has to express his position, otherwise his Donglin leader will also expire!
Qian Qianyi roared and said: "I, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, will not let the burial place of the most holy master fall into the hands of ugly Hulu people!"
"Yes! We can't let the Tatars take Qufu!"
"We must fight to the death to protect the saint's hometown!"
"We, the scholars, should have the money and the strength to contribute! Recruit soldiers and protect the reputation of the religion!"
What? Still want to pay? How come? Should business taxes be strictly levied? Qian Qianyi didn't know why, but he actually thought about commercial tax, which made him feel that things were a bit weird.
He hurriedly turned around and saw that the person who was clamoring for money turned out to be his favorite disciple Zheng Sen. He was making a fuss with a bunch of Dong Lin's descendants!
At this moment, Qian Qianyi's favorite disciple Luo Dagong had already taken out a scroll, raised it high, and said loudly: "Jinling gentlemen, this is "A Message to Pursuing Prisoners and Protecting the People" written by Luo. We will read it later. People, in this national crisis, should all step forward to protect the country, the people and the religion! If you agree, please sign the petition!"
"Tongcheng Ruan Dacheng is willing to sign!"
The first one to respond was Ruan Dacheng.
Qian Qianyi frowned slightly. He always felt that Ruan Dacheng should not be involved. Now that he is involved, what should he do?
"Quanzhou Zheng Sen, willing to sign!"
Of course, the son of the richest man cannot be left out when it comes to providing money.
"Zhang Huangyan from Yin County is willing to sign!"
"Shangyu Chen Mingyu, signed!"
"Tongzhou Yan Yingyuan is willing to sign!"
"Songjiang Chen Zilong, willing to sign!"
"Songjiang Xia Yunyi, willing to sign!"
"Songjiang Xu Fuyuan..."
"Jintan Feng Dunhou...signed!"
"Kunshan Wu Shu, willing to sign!"
"Su Jin from Wu County is willing to attach the tail fin!"
"Shangyuan Wei Rusong..."
"Fengyang Chen Qian is also willing to sign!"
"Qian Qianyi, would like to sign the petition!"
Of course there are many people willing to sign! It's November now, and Enke will be held in early February next year. So these days, talented people from the southeast area who are interested in imperial examinations have begun to gather in Nanjing. Many of them have gathered at Yifeng Gate to see the Tatars, and they are still in Jinyiwei. Under the arrangement of He Kenan's new army, I arrived here outside the gate of Wengcheng. I heard with my own ears and saw with my own eyes that I knew how bad the Tatars were.
If you already have what you see and hear, if you don't step forward, then what's the point of taking the Jinshi exam? If you pass the exam, will you become a traitor to the Tatars?
Therefore, all the wise Juren masters know that if they do not sign this appeal to Grand Duke Luo, they can go back now... Because no matter how good the article is, Prince Zhu will not read it. It is just a dream to become a Jinshi. !
Of course, the memorandum signed by them will also be taken back to Beijing by Sun Zhixian and handed over to Dorgon, the regent of the Qing Dynasty... In this way, even if they are trapped, they will have no way to become traitors in the future. !
