Volume 07

Glorious **: The Great Era of 129 Heroes Away: The Confucian Talented Tyrants Go to the Wild Telegram Gang

"Oh, it's great to buy a roast chicken." The young Hai Song Juzi Fang Bingsheng looked at the roast chicken shop across the street, while carrying a mat on his back and leaning against the wall slowly. His steps were messy, and his croaking stomach made him feel more and more sensitive. Not only did he smell the deadly fragrance on the opposite side, but he also seemed to have started to prick his feet, even the straw sandals that had been wearing the soles of his feet for two months.

Today was his miserable day. Yesterday, I bought a sesame cake with the remaining little money at noon. Then, the black-hearted hotel owner threw the mat out of the shop in the morning. He was not allowed to sleep with a group of workers, because he had not paid the house money of the narrow bunk that he could not turn over that night, although he could be considered an alternate official.

Last year, when he was in Huizhou Prefecture, he came to Haijing to go to Haijing to get a long-distance scientific examination and bought a bunch of books to continue taking the exam this year. In order to pass the exam, he even bought a book of the Bible. He was ridiculed by the evil "Huang Yang" as a Confucian elite of "Huang Man". However, Confucians all know that studying is just to be an official, and they have always been poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts. If they have money, they can live in seclusion, so why should they work hard?

So looking at foreign religions, it doesn’t matter if you are a official. As long as foreign religions pass through the hearts and the saints become their hearts, they will devote themselves to serving the people after becoming high officials.

Fang Bingsheng was excellent in the written examination in the imperial examination held in three months and got a certificate of achievement that proved his knowledge, but he was beaten up as an official exam----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's very simple. He hasn't done anything except reading.

This caused Fang Bingsheng, a son of a farmer, who was getting worse and worse. Although there were more and more wealthy people, they had nothing to do with farmers. Moreover, because cheap machine weaving yarns were ignored for the sake of profit, they were rampant in the Song Dynasty. Even the textiles that could be supplemented for their home use were no longer needed. The workshops all bought machine weaving yarns directly, and the cloth was cheaper. As a result, they stopped buying cotton yarns from peasants. The coarse cloths woven from their own homes were not as expensive as the cheap cloths woven from these cheap yarns, so they could only use them themselves, and could not exchange them for a little money.

Merchants, workers and soldiers are the easiest to make money. They spend some time in the city and buy land when they go home. Because of the excessive money, everything except grain increases, and as a result, the farmers who only know how to farm and only have food will go bankrupt and sell land and become tenant farmers.

Fang Bingsheng's father is a farmer and a private school teacher. Fang Bingsheng kept taking the exam without money. This time he swept all his family's money to the examiner, but he was determined to succeed if he didn't succeed.

However, the facts are cruel. Haisong needs talents from business and Western learning the most. Confucian students like Fang Bingsheng who can only speak literacy, but who can't read? Now is not the first time that the emperor has found that the whole volume is full of simplified Chinese characters. The Song Dynasty has begun to take root, and Confucian scum is everywhere.

The examiner suggested that Fang Bingsheng use his excellent grades to try his luck with businessmen and entrepreneurs. After one or two years, the world is practiced and then come back - Fang Bingsheng scored 0 in the column "Familiarity of People's Livelihood" and this column is just a social qualification.

The biggest advantage of Confucian scientific examination is fairness. No matter what you look like, no matter whether you stutter or not, as long as you answer well, you will become an official immediately. So there is a joke: A lady listened to the opera too much and wanted to marry the top scorer. She ended up marrying a person who really got married. In the bridal chamber, she found that she was not a handsome guy with white face, but a fat, black breasts and hair. She hung her that night.

Fang Bingsheng felt that it was very unfair!

Isn’t studying just to become an official?

Isn’t becoming an official means getting promoted and getting rich and losing your wife?

Now I actually read Changmao textbooks and can’t even believe in foreign religions?

Wouldn't I know how to abc? Wouldn't I want to engage in a lowly business career?

The Song Dynasty discriminated against the highest level of farmers?

There is a problem with the confusion of black and white in this world!

Of course, Fang Bingsheng did not intend to rebel Zhao Kuo, and he also made up his mind not to go home if he did not succeed, and really went to find a noble career.

But he doesn't know foreign languages ​​when he claims to have garden villas; he doesn't know how to count and keep accounts when he claims to have carriages; he doesn't have relatives in the foreign medicine guild, which claims to have money to waste. He looks down on any other business.

Joining the army is also a way out, but he also looks down on military men. In fact, he doesn't know that if he responds, he will definitely be admitted, because he doesn't read well. Many army officers are superstitious about myopia. They can't be a sentry, but they are "brave" in line to fight!

As a result, I wasted two months in Haijing and spent all my travel expenses.

"If I have to be a high-ranking official who is dedicated to serving the people, I have to join the foreign company," Huang Man was so hungry that he was still ambitious because he saw the momentum of foreigners a few days ago.

That day, Haijing and Hong Kong were crowded with people, and they were crowded. He also ran to see it, and was impressed to death.

The Song Dynasty sail warship inside and outside the port was full of flags, all the signal flags were hung on, colorful flags were fluttering, naval officers were wearing straight blue uniforms, soldiers were wearing straw hats, and lined up neatly on both sides of the ship, looking extremely majestic.

Then a huge British ship with black smoke came in outside the port, but it was hung with the Haisong Cross Flag.

"Isn't a British Count here to visit? Whose ship belongs to that ship? Is it a new land-buying warship in the Navy?" The onlookers now knew the national flag, and then they asked each other excitedly.

Fang Bingsheng also talked happily: "This ship is too big, the Navy flagship Songhai looks like a dwarf in front of it! Is it used to destroy Shanghai?"

Before he finished speaking, the British "Shannon" who visited Haijing Port showed his power again. The ship's guns fired together and 21 guns were fired in succession to pay tribute to Hai Song who was visiting him with naval courtesy.

A loud noise rolled in Haijing Port, white smoke covered the water surface, and Haisong Navy's sail warship seemed to be shaken.

On the shore, there was a big girl, and her sister-in-law screaming with her ears covered. The man's face turned pale, and the crowd began to retreat. When the last salute was set off, people saw and heard the British in the port waving their hats to the giant ships of their country. The crowd realized that the other party had no malice in setting off the firecrackers, but instead they celebrated like firecrackers. Slowly, some people cheered with foreigners, and then the entire Haijing Port cheered at the giant ship, but no one knew why they cheered.

The scene caused by this shepherd even made Zhao Kuo, who came to pick him up, misunderstand: "Damn! People are cheering! This guy is not easy to deal with!"

"Prime Minister Huan said that now is the Warring States Period in the world, and we must join forces. If our Song Dynasty had the help of the Qin Kingdom, it would be just a flash of our fingers to destroy the Qing Kingdom. The world's designation is ours." Fang Bingsheng proudly showed off his knowledge of the scholar to those he didn't know around him.

But that was a few days ago. He knew proudly that He Zong Lianheng could not give him food. Now this juren was hungry and his chest was pressed against his back. The huge land Haijing was confused and didn't know where to go and where to sleep. He swept his back and murmured: "God. If you appear, give me a foreign company position; Guanyin, my family has worshipped you for more than ten years. If you appear, give me a business company position; Saint Kong, if you appear, give me a high-ranking official! Please."

Before he knew it, he walked back to the "self-recommendation place" of the Governor's Office, which is the dream and sacred place of Confucian scholars.

It is not during the exam, and some announcements are basically spread around through newspapers and bookstores. There are fewer people coming here to read the notices. At this moment, not many people are blocking here, and even those who used to block alleys shouting various training advertisements.

However, Fang Bingsheng walked to the alley and found that the people passing by were looking at the roadside in horror. Then he left small steps, and he walked over step by step, and looked inside, and was startled. A big man sat on the stone buds on the roadside inside. He seemed to be too hot, and his upper body was rudely naked, revealing a colorful tattoo. A scar on his face spread from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. A big machete was placed beside him.

This tattoo, this weapon is obviously a hooligan!

**Naked rogue.

Because hooligans are now popular with knives, they also have guns, but they usually don't. Because when fighting, they can use knives to see who is cruel. But if both people are holding guns, should they hit the territory or commit suicide? Those who are in the world are even more afraid of death. Most of the people in the world are not desperate, and no matter how good the legend of the land is, they are not too good to bullets. So they will definitely not be able to fight in groups, so they naturally cannot solve the problem violently. Of course, if they are risking being considered by the court to be a bandit gang, they can also use guns, which means that a certain church will not want to hang out in the town.

However, although the other party was a naked hooligan, a sign in his hand read: "Western Learning Company recruits talents, is well paid, and has a foreign company income!"

"Damn, are all gangsters here now recruiting?" Fang Bingsheng looked at the other party and looked at him, and couldn't help but cramping his calves, turning around and trying to retreat slowly. But he couldn't straighten his waist in a hungry state. Suddenly he thought of what he had just said, "Is it true that God has appeared?"

"Where are you recruiting?" Fang Bingsheng looked at the other party's machete and the scar on his face. He swallowed and asked timidly.

"Don't make trouble if you beg for food! We said we were looking for a juren! Looking for talents!" The scarred face glared at Fang Bingsheng.

"I'm right, I've passed the imperial examination and I'm very good at it." Fang Bingsheng whispered.

"real?"

"Really!" Fang Bingsheng took out the certificate from his arms and wanted to hand it over, but the remaining rationality made him stop and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We are Huichuantang... Cough cough, no, Telegraph Bureau! The serious Haisong Telegraph Bureau! Huizhou Branch!" Speaking of this, the gangster became excited and waved his hand and said, "Telecom! Western Learning! Boss Zhong Jialiang's favorite! The absolute court department is just a little different from the officials."

"What is telegram?" Fang Bingsheng asked.

The gangster was stunned and furious: "Aren't you a juren? You don't understand the telegram? It's just what foreigners use to send sounds! Do you understand? Do you understand? Well?!!!!!!!"

"…..I understand….” Fang Bingsheng dared to say nothing.

"You understand! That's great. I can explain it to those stupid donkeys in the future!" The gangster jumped up suddenly, looking overjoyed.

"What? So you don't understand either!" Fang Bing got angry, hugged his fists and turned his head and was about to leave.

"Why are you doing?" The gangster smiled and grabbed Fang Bingsheng's hand, picked up the machete on the ground with his other hand, pulled him out.

"What do you think you are?" Fang Bingsheng was immediately dispelled.

"Take you to see the master. Aren't you applying for a job?" the gangster smiled.

"No, no, I'm watching the fun..." In an era, scholars had mixed up with such hooligans, and they were obviously little hooligans.

"Our Western Learning Company has a very high salary!" Fang Bingsheng hesitated. As soon as he hesitated, his feet were staggered.

"It's good to go there. Maybe foreigners like to hire hooligans now. They are indeed a foreign company. If they weren't a foreign hooligan?" Fang Bingsheng had a new fantasy in his heart.

But the new fantasy was quickly broken, what kind of foreign business is it!

He was pulled to a dark restaurant where a gang gathered, five or six people with guns and knives on their faces were sitting or lying inside, and three were gathered together to bet on dice.

"Brother Zhang. I bring a juren who understands telegrams! I listen to the accent fellow!" The man with scarred tattoos screamed as soon as he arrived.

"When did I say that I understand?" Fang Bingsheng whined in his heart, but looking at the fierce man in the room, he just laughed and didn't dare to say anything.

I heard that Fang Bingsheng knew about telegraphs, so Brother Zhang was surprised and a little disappointed. But when he saw Fang Bingsheng's ragged clothes and straw sandals, he seemed to be looking forward to it, "There are so many people in Haijing. We are from the Huizhou Telegraph Bureau. Like the Shipbuilding Bureau and the previous manufacturing bureau, it is a big business. We make telegraphs for the court, which is a wooden pole. It is hanging it on it. It is very hard to cross mountains and rivers every day. It may be a bit wronged. But our boss said that we can't always fight and kill, we should know the emotions and reason, and we need gentleman transliteration. This is the instruction of He Liu, our new hall rules. So we need a talent like you who can speak, understand the truth, and do you want to come? You are just starting out and have a lot of promise. I guess you will be a comprador level in the future."

Fang Bingsheng was excited when he heard the word "彩" and this was the new title of the official family. Moreover, all the people who entered the "彩" have been posted now, and it seems that many people have become nobles.

"Oh, the world is upside down. Shang Gui Gui is noble and Confucian scholars are not bad, and even hooligans hire Confucian scholars." Fang Bingsheng cursed in his stomach, but a glimmer of hope arose. He asked again and knew the general situation.

These hooligans seemed to be doing some telegraphs, but no one in Huizhou Prefecture understood the telegraph. The boss wanted to take the opportunity to come to Haijing to find some scholars who knew knowledgeable, but they either ran away when they saw them; or they heard that they were going to the junction of Huizhou and Jiangxi; or they were coolies on trees, saying that scholars were weak and could not work. Then they ran away;

"...How can we be coolies in the tree poles? We get more money from the land and get a knife to cut people with more money than in the tree poles! Are we as for it? It's thankless. We are not fools... Or we just look hooligans and look like a slut. We are not scholars at all, and we want to hide it from me? Isn't that nonsense?" Brother Zhang finally made a summary statement.

"How much money is given?" Fang Bingsheng's face turned red when he said this. The successful Confucian scholars of the Qing Dynasty were all forced to pay. How could he ask, getting a monthly salary? This is simply a gentle and polite way.

But he couldn't even sweep the floor without being gentle. He felt that this job was good, and he was a native of Huizhou Prefecture. Staying in Huizhou Prefecture is better than going home to farm.

"Tell you!" Brother Zhang did not answer directly. He pointed to a group of hooligans and said, "In the past, our Huichuantang monopolized the cargo transportation business of ships on the Guangdong-Jiangxi border! How much money is that? But after our boss climbed up to the high branches of Earl He Liu, he was disdainful and threw it directly to the group of Longchuantang. Think about how rich our Telegram Office will be in the future?"

"This is my imperial examination achievement." Fang Bingsheng took out the things he valued most in his arms and handed them over to Brother Zhang, the hooligan.

But he waved his hand and refused: "I can't read!"

"Brother, please help copy the notice." Tattoo Scarface quickly took out a piece of paper from under the table and said, "This is what each village wants to post, see how good you are."

Fang Bingsheng opened it and was surprised and happy. It turned out that the thing written on it did say that the telegram was the important matter of the court, and he entrusted the telegram bureau to take care of it. The villagers in each village should not destroy it at will, otherwise it would be treated as a matter of damaging public property!

When he picked up the pen, Fang Bingsheng's pen was so powerful that he copied it up. The gangsters next to him stood up and watched, and the happier they looked, they all said happily: "We have Juren in Huichuan Hall! We are considered to be the official Tiandihui branch!"

But after half of the copy, Fang Bingsheng sat on the chair with his stomach covering his stomach. Everyone was shocked and immediately surrounded him to ask about his well-being. Fang Bingsheng stretched out a finger and said, "Can you eat a bowl of rice first?"

"Get the food!" Several people shouted at the kitchen behind.

When Fang Bingsheng had food to eat, Zhao Kuozheng was in great pain.

He sat in the conference room and held the highest-level meeting of Haisong. Senior civil and military officials gathered together to discuss the strategy of Haisong after the Tianjing Incident and the exchange of British and French agreements.

Huan Zhuguozheng made the situation explanation: "…. Now that Tianjing is in chaos, your Majesty wisely speculates that the Northern King may be eliminated, and then the Wing King will run away. If this happens, the Wing King may have 100,000 followers and 30,000 to 40,000 soldiers. Now in the Yangtze River Basin, I, Taiping, and Hunan Army are in a three-legged position. The Qing Dynasty's financial resources are exhausted. Xianfeng must intend to surrender the Wing King, drive away wolves and tigers, and attack us; so our Song Dynasty must also strive for the Wing King, and don't affect the overall situation because of the Tianjing Incident, but the problem lies in how to deal with the Wing King;

Your Majesty's opinion is that the Wing King Tathagata immediately disbanded his army, gave him a high title, and put him under house arrest; if the Wing King did not come, then the Sun and Moon Army would attack Anhui and eliminate the morale of the Wing King, but not to destroy it, but strive to defeat and subdue as soon as possible;

But how to digest the 100,000 pagans in the Tianping Kingdom is a serious problem. I hope that all the departments of the court and the Hairen Bureau will jointly negotiate and give a solution;

The other things are still based on the pre-determined policy. The Hunan Army was cruel and unkind. It was our mortal enemy to kill the people. Once the war between Britain and France started, our army would attack the Hunan Army's nest from Shaozhou, Pingxiang and Jiujiang with 30,000 elite main forces, including the Ruimao Army, as well as the camera assisted by the Sun and Moon Army;

After destroying the Hunan Army, he immediately began to eliminate Tianjing, trying to control the rich areas south of the Yangtze River before the chaos of the war ended;
To be continued...