This man was 30 years old and forty years old, wearing a patched robe, his face covered in vegetables was covered with dust, his beard and stubborn look combined with the excited anger on his face, and when he stood up, his decisiveness brought him a hint of inviolability.

This crazy scholar surprised Zhao Kuo, but in a flash his face was covered with a layer of lead-gray hatred and murderous aura, and then he smiled.

I smiled happily, my mouth was grinning at the corners of my ears, but my eyes narrowed deeply into two lines with cold light.

He carried the pistol, turned around with a smile, walked to the "righteous man" and asked, "May I ask, do you have a great name?"

The hero with his head raised high, facing the long-haired leader, shouted: "I am Sun Weisheng, Yizhang County, Chenzhou Prefecture!"

"Oh, I've been sneering for a long time." Zhao Kuo sneered a few times, looked at the eyes of the scholars kneeling all over the ground with admiration and fear, and had guessed their thoughts. He had seen this kind of gaze many times in his previous life. It seemed like the slaughtered flock of antelopes who dared to stand up and challenge the lion. He hoped that this hero would defeat the demon king, and he was afraid that this reckless behavior would extend to himself. In a word, the plot of the knights of the cowards!

How to deal with such a brave antelope? Zhao Kuo, who came from a gangster family, was very familiar with it. He knew what to do when his father taught him how to deal with the idiot who was fighting with him in kindergarten before he ran away.

"Oh, can you tell me why the beasts of our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom are like a beast?" Zhao Kuo was not anxious at all. He circled the warrior, like a fierce tiger sniffing the smell of prey.

Sun Weisheng is a person with strong qi and blood. Such people have a decisive altruistic tendency towards power. In other words, they would rather beat the drum and scold Cao and die than live a life of silence!

"Aren't you beasts?" Sun Weisheng spitted on the ground with a full of anger. He glared at Zhao Kuo, pointed his fingers down and roared: "You believe in evil gods and disrespect your ancestors, you are deceiving your ancestors! Do you have the right to see your ancestors after you die?"

Then, he stretched out his arms high and pointed directly at the sky, roaring: "You ignore the king and do not know how to be loyal to the king and love the people, causing war, displaced many people and devastated their lives! Are you worthy of the saints? Are you worthy of the king? What are you not beasts with your hair!!!!"

This loud questioning spit out from the mouth of a guy who was ready to die, as if a three-pound cannon roared in the yard, the air trembled, and even the strongest Taiping Army soldier was weakened by three points!

Zhao Kuo was stunned, and then murmured: "Bully your master and destroy your ancestors? Be loyal to the emperor and love the people?"

Then in an instant, he burst out like two cannons carrying out a "bayonet fighting" within a hundred steps.

He grabbed the braid of the poor scholar who was closest to him, grabbed it hard, and roared at Sun Weisheng, "Ancestor? What the hell is this? Whose ancestors had this pig tail two hundred years ago?!"

Sun Weisheng was so angry that he couldn't speak. The poor scholar who was dragged to death by the braid was dragged to death by the pitiful scholar, and his whole scalp was pulled red by the fierce Zhao Kuo. He could only close his eyes and burst out tears and snot.

Zhao Kuo shouted: "Two hundred years ago, the Ming Dynasty was stolen by the Qing Dynasty. The righteous men would rather die than leave their braids. They have been circulated until today! Do you want to see your ancestors with shame? Could it be that your ancestors had this pig tail two hundred years ago? What is the fucking ancestor? Could it be the Qing Tartars!"

After scolding, he was still not satisfied, so he let go of the pig's tail in his hand and kicked the light head at the end of the braid with a vicious kick. Suddenly, the poor and innocent person under his feet rolled on the ground with his head in his arms.

"My emperors of the Qing Dynasty respected Confucius and cherished people's livelihood. We may not be as good as our previous dynasty..." Sun Weisheng's voice was no longer as righteous as before, but he still forced himself to raise his tone to refute.

"Take care for people's livelihood?" Zhao Kuo sneered. He gritted his teeth and waved his fingers suddenly, pointing to the group of boy scouts behind him with their eyes open, and shouted loudly: "Fatty, how did your parents die?!"

The man named Fat is actually not fat, but just an honest child who is more conspicuous because of his height. He was stunned for a moment and lowered his head: "My father is the shopkeeper of a cloth shop in Chenzhou, but the yamen runner Zheng Er took a fancy to my store. My family didn't want to sell it. As a result, he was falsely accused of being a rebel and went to prison. His property was taken away, his father was beaten to death, and my mother was left on the street without money to see a doctor, and she died..."

"My father got sick and couldn't do heavy work. He paid too many fines in the fields. The government said that my family resisted the donation, and then, nothing was gone..."

"When my mother went out to incense, she was attracted by the yamen... and the family was destroyed and the people were killed..."

"My family is a tenant, and the land is mainly rented. Our family disagrees, and then..."

"It turned out that in Chenzhou, because my family was next to the wealthy businessman, they wanted to build a garden, so they occupied my land, broke the bankruptcy after the lawsuit, and then…..."

"I don't know, I've been begging..." The little beggar didn't understand why everyone cried as they talked. He looked at the "loving father" in his eyes blankly and said with a little shame. The shame was because he only had pain and no painful memory, and asked him to report it to the "loving father".

Listening to the crying behind his back, Zhao Kuo stared coldly at the depressed Sun Weisheng in front of him, ignoring the scholar who was embarrassed by these tragic situations. He asked coldly: "This is what you said is the wise king who loves the people? Fuck you! After a total of two hundred years of anti-Qing and restoring Ming Dynasty, there has been no slogan of restoration in all dynasties like this! Without the wise king in your mouth, and without the love of the people, how could there be these God-fighting soldiers around me who have nothing? Are we so full that we are going to bleed and turn around to rebel?"

Sun Weisheng was a little at a loss. He was good at using the saints' theories to debate. Unexpectedly, this long-haired leader directly used his personal suffering and family affairs as shells to hit him. He looked at the children who were crying and stammered: "I hate corrupt officials... I also hate them. They... are all beasts that deceive the emperor..."

"I'll go fuck you!" Zhao Kuo waved his musket and roared, interrupting his pale and powerless rebuttal. He pointed the scholars on the knees with the cold gun, and shouted: "You are all elites who read the books of sages. Your sages tell you to be benevolent, righteous, and behave like a son! But this is just a beautiful guise and ladder, just want to be an official! I don't understand what's good about being an official, so you gentlemen flock to him! Are you addicted to being a commoner's father?! Fart! You just want to be promoted and make money! How do you make money? If you don't do anything for childbirth, will you draw silver and gold? Isn't it just drinking blood and eating meat from the people! The moral articles of the whole body have raised a group of beasts in their clothes! It's really ridiculous! Fuck the Qing Tartars! Fuck the corrupt officials! Fuck the Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy

This passionate speech immediately made the courtyard full of murderous aura. The people who participated in the Taiping Army were just like Zhao Kuo said, "Who is fucking rebelled without worries about food and clothing, and who is not sad about the past!" The soldiers who originally made the Boy Scouts aroused the sad past, and Zhao Kuo's speech on the hypocritical Qing Dynasty and Confucianism immediately turned the pain into hatred. Everyone looked at Sun Weisheng in the middle with hatred.

"If I want to pass the imperial examination, I must be a clean official..." Sun Weisheng may not be afraid of the iron gun in Zhao Kuo's hand, because he just felt that his truth was in hand, but now he has become the only minority and cannot be refuted. How can he not be guilty?

"Clerk? Hahahaha." Zhao Kuo laughed loudly, until he held his knees and couldn't straighten his waist with his hands.

Then he turned his head and asked everyone in the hospital: "Who have you ever met a clean official?" Then he lit up with a gun and said with a smile: "Why do you have money to give to your boss when you are a clean official? If your boss doesn't handle it, how can you become an official? Haha. Snow lotus grows in the cesspool! A chicken will come out of a nest of piglets? Tell you, that nest of piglets will chew you directly!"

This laughter aroused a tearful laughter and a painful laugh.

The Qing Dynasty really had never heard of the Qing officials, let alone the late Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Kuo stood up straight, and pointed Sun Weisheng's chest with a gun, and said with a smile: "If you are really the most honest official in a million, I will kill you even more! Now the administration is extremely corrupt, and you, a honest official, can only play the role of numbing the people like a snake. It's like a person being rotten and in pain, but taking some medicine that cannot be cured can only delay the decay and death of this person, but it makes us even more painful! Tell you, I hate corrupt officials, but I hate honest officials even more. There is no honest official, we are waiting for this person to be finished and start a new life. Do you understand? The honest official is a life-delaying medicine for corruption, but it is the heartbreaking medicine for the people! The honest official is not a fucking thing! But the Qing Dynasty did not even have the honest official!"

Sun Weisheng's face almost turned into a crab, but immediately turned into a white paper again.

As soon as the laughter stopped, Zhao Kuo immediately put his hand gun on his forehead with a sinister face and murderous aura!

"General, don't!" Zhu Qingzheng, who had just wiped away tears because of his life experience, was immediately shocked when he saw Zhao Kuo's expression and movements. He ran to Zhao Kuo in panic and knelt on one knee.

"Hmm? White-headed?" Zhao Kuo turned his head around the trigger with his fingers pressing against Sun Weisheng's forehead.

"General! I have been to his house." Zhu Qingzheng pondered for a moment and said, "There is a good reputation and a poor family. General, we are now in the southern expedition and need the people to return home. The scholars are also very important. This person is just crazy. Although he scolded the general, if the general can spare his life, it is a signal that he can embrace all rivers and can spread the reputation of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the general's benevolence and righteousness in the world. The people's return home is just around the corner!"

"I know that scholars are very important. Where is my enemy? It's in this person's head!" Zhao Kuo smiled and stared at Sun Weisheng and said with a grin: "Let's see your Saint Kong!"

Before he finished speaking, the pistol blew up and the iron sand blasted out, hitting the face, and immediately knocked Sun Weisheng out of his entire body.

Sun Weisheng, who had no screams, had died of anger when he landed on the ground.

"General!" Zhu Qingzheng looked at the bloody face that fell at his feet, so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Raising the pistol with blue smoke, Zhao Kuo roared at the scholars kneeling on the ground like a lion waving his fierce teeth: "Who else?!!!!!!!!!!!! Who else?!!!!!!!!!!"

Two of these Sun Weisheng's colleagues immediately fainted, and the rest immediately prostrated themselves and crawled at Zhao Kuo's feet with trembling all over.

Then he ignored Zhu Qingzheng who was kneeling at his feet, and Zhao Kuo shouted to the group of children who were as stupid as a wooden chicken: "Listen, all these people have learned are accomplices of Qing Yao except for words! Their task is to give you literacy! The theory they learned is just to make you a good slave! If they disrespect God and advocate Confucius, you will tear him yourself! Children, listen well, everyone is created by God, and we are all equal! Between heaven and earth, you will not kneel down to anyone except God, the king and the superior!"

"Trag this Qing Yao official out of the coffin and burn it, put this sour scholar in it! I won't give you a copper coffin!" Zhao Kuo sneered and looked at the corpse of the antelope that challenged the lion, then looked at the antelope who had been scared and lost his body, and smiled proudly.

Zhu Qingzheng stood up by himself, touched the cold sweat on his head, and bowed his waist again and said to Zhao Kuo: "I have something to report to you."

"You want me to be kind to scholars. Scholars will win the world immediately but not immediately, right?" Zhao Kuo sneered.

"General's Holy Ming!" Zhu Qingzheng, who was pointed out in his thoughts, knelt down again: "Please think twice, General!"

"I ask you," Zhao Kuo told him his opinion: "Does Qing Yao count our enemies? Yes, but not the essence. I just said that our real enemy is in the heads of this group of scholars! What is that? He is loyal to the emperor! He is loyal to the Qing Dynasty! They knelt for 200 years, kept their braids for 200 years, and participated in the imperial examinations that left them with official positions! They are the pillars of the Qing Dynasty! They are not care about their wealth, but their social status is high. They can incite the common people to oppose us, and they can organize groups to practice force to suppress us! The big troubles are them!"

"But they can also be our pillars." Zhu Qingzheng argued.

Zhao Kuo said this well, and Zhu Qingzheng was not wrong. First, because the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was not successful at all. Second, Jiang Zhongyuan, Zeng Guofan, and Li Hongzhang, who destroyed the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, were indeed Confucian elites. The one who supported the shaky Qing Dynasty was Confucianism. If there were no great powers coming, perhaps these people could become pillars of the new dynasty, but the problem was that this era stood at the door of the global era, and there would be no new feudal dynasty. The old Confucianism could only become a dam to resist reform and maintain ignorance. Whether this type of person killed or killed was not so much for Zhao Kuo, but he still had to survive, especially for Guangdong where the Confucian torch was unfallen (the contribution of Su Wu and Ye Mingchen on the sea, as described later). This force that threatened himself was naturally destructive. The only thing needed was their ability to read.

Text is the carrier of civilization rather than civilization itself.

"Our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is a new era that was completely different from the Qing Dynasty. We are loyal to God, not the king. So what should the Confucianism who wants to control the people for the king?" Zhao Kuo said coldly: "Your idea is still in the era when the Ming Dynasty destroyed the Mongol Yuan. Tell you that this is a great era."

"I'm stupid, I, I really..." Zhu Qingzheng didn't dare to think that this unfathomable guy was wrong, but he really couldn't understand what "completely different" means.

Zhao Kuo leaned down and sneered in a low voice: "Because you don't believe in God, you can't understand it."

In fact, Zhao Kuo doesn't believe in God, but apart from this reason, he can't tell this smart guy that he is from the future, right?

What is God? All unknowns can be attributed to God. That's what Zhao Kuo did.

If you can't understand, I can't explain it either. Then I'll say that if you believe in God, you will know everything. Anyway, you believe in it, and you will just work harder for me.

"General, I have to say that if you want to punish me, no matter what they think, treating scholars like this will make you feel cold in the hearts of a group of people. There are ways to suppress them. Why shoot one on the spot like this? It will spread it..." Zhu Qingzheng gritted his teeth and continued.

Zhao Kuo curled his lips, patted Zhu Qingzheng on the shoulder, and put his mouth on his ear and said, "Blackhead, I know you have good intentions. It is a good word. But you have to know that according to your imperial skills, governing the world is Confucianism, but who will win the art of Confucianism? Only successful people are qualified to talk about benevolence and righteousness. Do you want to talk about benevolence and ruthlessness in troubled times? I have no benefits to him, and rely on him to slander us and let him go, and can you win the reputation of benevolence and righteousness? That's stupid. Second," he looked at the bloody corpse with disdain and snorted coldly: "As for his poor life, he is just one of the 10% of the population of the Qing elite class. To me, it's just a number, not even a fraction. Cut!"

Looking at Zhu Baitou, who was confused and hesitant, Zhao Kuo turned cold and shouted loudly: "Zhu Baitou, put the 500 people who came to join the army into our army. You are responsible for reading and explaining their faith, military discipline, and training. Hurry! We are about to knock on Guangdong!"

A month later, Xianfeng sat on a hard "super luxurious wooden chair" that was so hard that it was hard to read the memorials from all over the country. When he saw the memorials of the ministers who "recovered" Yizhang, he was very moved and shouted: "Good people! If they were like him, the world would be punished long ago! There are too many traitors! (Please note that this kid considers himself a Han nationality.) Class a monument! Report! Commendation! Add ten places to Yizhang County this year's imperial examination!"

Under the imperial edict, a huge stone tablet was quickly erected inside the west gate of Yizhang City. The content was: Xianfeng commended Sun Weisheng, a scholar in Yizhang County, Chenzhou Prefecture, and was proud and unyielding. He scolded Zhao Ziwei, the chief of the long-haired thief, and died. He was worthy of the king and father, and the lower sage, and was worthy of the sage, and was a role model for all people. He also denounced the cruelty of the long-haired beast headed by Zhao Ziwei and others, and exposed the nature of the long-haired thief without the king and father.

When the new county magistrate and other gentry and wealthy people who had just returned home, they paid tribute to the inscriptions and studied the imperial edicts, vowed to carry forward the spirit of Sun Weisheng, and Weijun Weisheng, and vowed to fight Changmao to the end.

Later on: A few years later, the Wei Sheng Monument was smashed by the Qing Dynasty officials at that time. Compared with Sun Wei Sheng, this superior may not have his reputation and courage, but he was an absolute success. He became a parent official in this county through the imperial examination. His theoretical level was much better than Sun Wei Sheng who failed the exam. He understood the essence of Confucianism: Confucianism has no gods, and it cannot train believers to have the force and spirit to unify the world. So what? Isn’t it just to kneel down to the power that can unify the world and sell his whip and sweat medicine?
Chapter completed!