With Fuqing's current identity, it is still fine to mobilize a small steamboat. It was a small steamboat that went upstream from Shanghai and whistled its whistle and took Fuqing to Jiangning City Wharf in just two days.

Now Fu Qing is not the unsuccessful leader of the tomb guards in the past, the deputy of the Zongli Yamen, the confidant of Empress Dowager Ci'an, the general leader of the Qing Dynasty's reformist forces, the founder of the Qing Empire Telegram Network, and the Prime Minister who assisted in the construction of the Qing Dynasty Special Zone... Layer layers of halos are placed on him, making this second-rank official have the majesty of the first-rank travel.

When Fuqing arrived in Jiangning, Zeng Guoquan was welcomed by himself. The sound of cannons was raised on the pier, and thousands of firecrackers were as deafening as heavy rain.

"What is this for? Isn't Jiu Shuai a junior?... I can't afford it, I really can't afford it. I'm not an imperial envoy to come to Jiangnan, how can I fire a firecracker and take it off... Put it away quickly!"

Zeng Guoquan patted Fu Qing on the shoulder and smiled, "What the imperial envoy is not an imperial envoy? In my eyes, brother, you are even more imperial envoy than an imperial envoy! Not to mention anything else, just because you have built a telegram line between north and west in more than two years, your contribution is no less than military envoy..."

"I am convinced that people with real skills are just a little bit of fire to greet them... The Grand Marshal is waiting for you in the mansion. The banquet has been arranged, so I have to drink a few more drinks today!"

A group of people surrounded Master Qing San rushed to the mansion of the Grandmaster. When Fu Qing arrived at the door, he was surprised to find that there were many soldiers at the corner gate packing the boxes and four or five carriages were almost full.

"Is this?" Fu Qing asked in confusion.

"Hey... My elder brother is preparing in advance. Next month, he will set out to become the governor of Zhili. If you don't clean up your family in advance, you won't be in a mess at that time! Please, please, please, please, please..."

Fu Qing knew that the Marshal was acting on purpose for him, and he wanted to tell the court through his mouth that the Marshal was ready to leave, and the Marshal did what he said. This painstaking effort was really not easy. Who said that local governors and governors were easy to be? They had to be careful of the court's taboos every day. The King of Jiangnan was too big and too heavy.

The weather was really good today. There was a table of banquets in the open air in the back garden. The dishes were very simple. They were all special dishes in Jiangning, including salted duck, zhuanyuan beans, assorted beans, Ruyi braised dried rice dumplings, Qinhuai River cake desserts, exquisite steamed dumplings, pot stickers, and finally the famous duck blood vermicelli soup.

When Fu Qing saw this table of wine and food, he understood in his heart that Dashuai did not think he was an outsider and did not prepare any good-looking and undesirable warm-water meals, but instead used local snacks to entertain himself. This is what it is real.

"The handsome man's heart... junior! Junior is really flattered!" Master Qing San bowed and bowed.

Before Fuqing came, the old farmer had just served the commander and smoked a pot of opium. Now Zeng Guofan knew that he was not long and could last for two or three years, even if God would give him a life span.

The wonderful doctors from Jiangnan have searched all the experts, but everyone is helpless because the general's cough is completely caused by overwork and the disease is dying, and it is difficult for the gods to treat this disease.

For such patients, it doesn't matter to the poison of opium. At least with temporary anesthesia, the general can handle some government affairs.

Zeng Guofan helped Fu Qing up with both hands and was not polite. "The third master came here for the sea battle at the mouth of the Minjiang River this time? The court wanted to hear the opinions of me, the old man, but he was embarrassed to speak directly? Haha... I thought too much. Zeng Guofan was a subject of the Qing Dynasty and a subject of the Qing Dynasty when he died. There was nothing to be embarrassed about..."

The three of them sat around the stone table, and after a few glasses of wine, the topic turned to the main text. It was not because Zeng Guofan was anxious, but because he knew that he would not last long with drugs to support his energy. He had no time and energy to exchange greetings and turn around.

"The old man wants to know why the Russians are soft? This question cannot be difficult for him! It seems that the old man is also confused by the authorities..."

"What is war? It's not like ordinary people who want to win the other party, or to vent their anger, or to enjoy the feeling of stepping on the enemy's face... Any war breaks out is actually a process of destruction and rebalancing of interests..."

"What is land? What are mineral resources? What are forests, trees, plants and food? And population... Everything on a piece of land is actually just wealth!"

"Heaven and earth nourish all things. Wealth has no master, but humans have greed. After the discrimination between you and me is divided, property rights will appear..."

"People are obsessed that this thing is mine, not yours. In fact, all wealth since ancient times has been from heaven and earth. We mortals just borrow it..."

"Everyone has a desire to possess, so families, tribes, city-states, countries, nations... there will be competition for interests outside, and there will be competition for interests inside..."

"The Russians think that this big gold mine of wealth in the Far East is theirs, but Xiao Letian doesn't think so. The ministers in the court also think that the Far East belong to the court... Everyone has small plans, but before, because Russia is the dominant one and no one can afford to offend that, so that land can only be theirs..."

"And now, the balance has been broken. Xiao Letian wants to redistribute the wealth ownership of that piece of land. He wants to reshuffle the cards, but the Russians disagree. Then war becomes the last inevitable choice!"

Zeng Guofan sneered, "Russian, do you seem rude? In fact, Ulangeli can become the ambassador of the Qing Dynasty, which shows that he is still capable. Speaking Xiao Letian and not scolding us, which shows that he can grasp the priorities of the situation... He knows that Russia cannot go to war with the Qing Dynasty and Xiao Letian at the same time..."

"Silly! The court is so stupid! How can we take the initiative to negotiate with the Russians at this time? We should deal with it in a cold manner, let those grandchildren be left to worry, and let them come to us on their own..."

"Ahem... Look, the Russians must have to make demands. After they understand the courage of the court, they will definitely put forward harsh conditions, and beating, scaring and persuading them!"

Master Qing San didn't expect that the Grand Marshal was so honest and lifted the lid without any twists and turns. "Master, do you guess what conditions will the Russians have?"

"Oh... do you still need to guess this? You must have borrowed the opportunity from the court, hoping that their army can detour from Jilin and Heilongjiang to attack the volunteer army's retreat..."

"Or... they will ask to join forces with the court to fight against the volunteers! In short, Xiao Letian wants to reshuffle the cards, and these people will try their best not to let Xiao Letian go on the table, that's all!"

Fu Qing's face turned pale when he heard this, "How could this happen? How could this happen? The court would not be so irrational. Russia finally took the Far East. Should it spit out a part of it for the court... This is unreasonable!"

Nine-supervisor Zeng Guoquan smiled, "If Xiao Letian does not exist in this world, it is indeed unreasonable, but now with Xiao Letian, the largest threat, the court and Tsarist Russia will not care about so much!"

"It's just a business. The Far East resources are negotiated again and the distribution will be restarted... Anyway, they can't be distributed to Xiao Letian!"

Jiushuai still had half of his words hidden in his stomach and did not say, "There is also... the interests of the Far East must not be distributed to the Han people, nor can it be distributed to the Chinese people... This is the commonality between the interests of the Manchus and the Russians, and it is the last bottom line!"
Chapter completed!