"You also want to behead? Impossible! That means that all the places occupied by the rebels have to be killed. How many people will be killed? Absolutely impossible." Zhan Dawei shook his head, completely disagreeing. Shizhu’s incredible statement.
"To be honest, I don't want something like this to happen. What we people want is just a peaceful life. Whoever becomes the emperor doesn't make us have to pay taxes? But now it's up to whoever provokes whom. This army is a disaster." Shi Zhu said with a sigh.
"Who says it's not the case? If it weren't for the rebels causing trouble, why would there be any need to worry about these troubles now?" Zhan Dawei agreed with Shi Zhu, and then he waved his hand as if he had some scruples and said, "Hey, no Having said that, things are like this anyway, we people can only resign ourselves to fate and take it one step at a time..."
"Dawei! That's what I said, but if you think about it carefully, at least the bandit army has done a good job now. Not only has it not disturbed the people since the city was broken, but it has also continued to transport food into the city to keep food prices down, and sent troops to intimidate the nightlife and punish the poor. Cheat and eliminate evil. These are much better than the dog officers and soldiers of the court." Shi Zhu said.
"You're right to say that. Although this bandit-suppressing army is a rebel, it does things more...more...more than officers and soldiers. If those dog officers and soldiers from the imperial court are allowed to break in, we don't know what disaster will happen to us. Looks like that." Zhan Dawei nodded in agreement.
"No, you know the virtues of those dog Qing soldiers. Didn't they do enough to massacre the city through the war? I heard from others that these Qing dogs slaughtered 800,000 of us in Yangzhou in one go."
"Eight hundred thousand, neither pigs nor sheep. So if the bandit-suppressing army currently occupying Jiangning Mansion is defeated, we will suffer a big disaster. With the temperament of the Qing Gou Tatars, I really can't imagine what we will face. Such a situation." Shi Zhu took a sip of hot water and lowered his voice.
"Eight hundred thousand? Really? Oh my god..." Hearing this number, Zhan Dawei couldn't help but take a breath and turned pale with shock.
"This... this... is impossible!" Zhan Dawei said in disbelief, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"How is it impossible? These were all recorded with blood and tears by those who crawled out of the dead. In order to prevent others from knowing these things, the dog Tatars went to great lengths to kill them all. If someone hadn't taken the book and hid in the country of Japan, Who else knows about their crimes?" Shi Zhu spoke with rare anger.
"This Qing dog has a long history of killing cities. So, nothing is impossible."
"In that case, I hope this rebel can defeat the imperial court." Zhan Dawei didn't know how to respond to Shi Zhu's words, so he could only mutter to himself.
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"Here it comes, wontons." Shi Zhu wanted to say something more, but at this moment he saw the wonton owner shouting and walking over with two bowls of wontons on a serving plate.
"Boss, your wontons are ready, please use them slowly." The owner of the wonton stall said after placing the wontons in front of the two of them.
"Well...Thank you for your hard work, boss." Shi Zhu said politely, then picked up the two pairs of chopsticks inserted in the bamboo tubes in the middle of the table, and split them into a pair.
"You're welcome, please take it easy." The wonton boss replied with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the hat on his head suddenly fell down and covered his eyes. The wonton boss quickly stretched out his hand to support his hat, looking a little funny.
Seeing this, Shi Zhu couldn't help but asked teasingly: "Boss, why are you wearing a hat bigger than your head? Isn't it troublesome that it keeps falling off?"
"Haha, I'm laughing at you. This hat used to fit me, but I recently cut off the braids that were tied on my head, so this hat is a little too long. But it's okay. I'll wait until some time to put it on my head. Just make your hair longer, and you don't have to change a hat." Wonton Boss said and lifted his hat, revealing the short hair that had grown on his head for the two of them to see.
"What, boss, you also cut off your braids?" Shi Zhu asked with a little excitement.
"Don't cut it off! Master Wang is good at everything, but the pigtail tax is too heavy. I can't make much money as a hawker. If I pay the pigtail tax again, how can I have any money left? Yes." The wonton boss sighed and said:
"But! If there was no braid tax, life would be much more comfortable. In that case, why not cut it off?"
"You cut off your braids. Aren't you afraid that the soldiers and horses from the imperial court will come and chop your head off?" Zhan Dawei asked curiously.
"I'm not afraid of my jokes. If I say I'm not afraid, I'd be lying. But life without cutting is hard! Besides, aren't these Manchu soldiers and horses always being chased by Wang Shi! Since ancient times, the Hu people have had no luck for the country for a hundred years, can they still fight? It’s hard to say when I come back. And ah! Others have cut me off, so why don’t I cut it off. If I have to be stabbed anyway, I will also take the knife and fight the dog soldiers. Are so many people afraid that they can’t defeat the Tatars? " The wonton boss talked and analyzed, and Zhan Dawei nodded repeatedly.
"You are right to say that. If they really want to behead me, I have to fight with them. Do you still stand there stupidly and let them behead me? Isn't that an idiot!" Zhan Dawei said.
"You are absolutely right. I see, the new imperial court is very good now. Not to mention the distribution of land, exorbitant taxes and even corvee services have been abolished. How has such a good thing ever happened in this dynasty? They all say this. The King of Han is a Han, and he will do anything to us Hans, I think so." The wonton boss suddenly sighed with emotion.
"That's really good of you to say that." Zhan Dawei agreed again.
"That's right. That's why I said, why don't we want this new imperial court to last forever? Do we still expect the Qing soldiers and the Tatars to come back and dominate us again?" The wonton boss said with some excitement, Zhan Although Dawei didn't say much, he nodded subconsciously.
"Boss, are you still selling wontons? I'm starving to death, why don't I hurry up and get a bowl of wontons?" A voice shouted loudly. Everyone looked over, but it was a scholar sitting at the table next to him who didn't know when he had sat down.
"You dare to speak ill of the imperial court, and you really want to die. The imperial court has not yet been defeated, but these lowly ants dare to cut off their braids for a little profit, and wait until the court beheads them. These braids are The things left by our ancestors were cut off by the rebels after being deceived by the rebels. It is simply shameless." The scholar thought secretly in his heart.
"Here, come right now. I'm sorry, you guys eat slowly, I'll go and get busy first." After hearing this, the wonton boss, who originally wanted to brag a little more, had no choice but to apologize to the two of them, and then immediately Went to order wontons.
Looking at the boss who was serving wontons, the scholar couldn't help but have a look of disgust on his face. Little did he know that the other tables of customers who wanted to continue listening to the Wonton Boss also showed disgusted expressions towards him.
