C1441 flat thunder (1/2)
In East Asia, there was more than just a Chinese and a Xiao Letian. When the military shares of the 'Chinese War' were successfully listed, although the Beijing was in the middle of a sunny spring day, there was suddenly a berserk sandstorm.
The sun was like a misty, salty duck egg yolk hanging in the sky. The northwest wind howled as it carried the yellow sand from the Mongolian Prairie, rolling over like a wall.
Gravel was everywhere, crackling and popping at the windows. The cotton curtain that had been drawn out for less than two days was once again hung up, and a layer of yellow foam covered the table without even wiping it for half a minute.
Normally, the customers would have already cursed or gone home. However, today, the people let the dirt float in his tea bowl and didn't know to cover it. Everyone was shocked by this shocking news.
”The Chinese War? What the hell was this? Does Xiao Letian's army buy his shares? ”
”Oh God!” Raising 280m silver coins a day? My ancestor, is this Jiang Nan trying to rebel? You're not giving the money to the imperial government, but you're giving it to Xiao Letian? ”
”F * ck my f * cking sh * t …” This bunch of Chinese people should be killed, should be killed! Then the Yangzhou Three Slaughter, kill them all to snatch the unbeatable blade! If you have the money, you should not give it to the imperial government, but rather to the two devils living overseas. These people deserve to be killed! ”
If the Lord of the Eight Banners in Beijing scolded them like this, it wouldn't matter anymore. The teahouse immediately became a market place for big fairs, with a bunch of people smashing tables, throwing stools, and throwing tea bowls … The shop assistant and the boss were so frightened that they hid in a corner.
In the eyes of these Baji s, everything that belongs to them belongs to the Great Qing Dynasty. The Han Chinese are like their family's workers and servants, whoever creates the fortune must be handed over to us, and the remaining small heads must be given to you by us.
It used to be because I really didn't know that Jiang Nan was so rich. Everyone kept talking about Jiang Nan Fu and Jiang Nan Fu! However, no one had a specific idea how rich they were.
The Qing Dynasty was just transferring money and food from Yangtze River Basin to the North year by year. Rice, tea, silk and porcelain … Looking at the entire Great Qing Dynasty, it was actually the Yangtze River Basin that supported the entire kingdom, and even more so, was a wealthy and prosperous Manchu.
In the Manchu's mind, Jiangnan Han people had already plundered most of it. He would leave them some money, they just had to give them a big mouthful of food!
However, reality had slapped them hard today. A huge sum of two hundred and eighty million was something that could easily be gathered after the war of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the severe financial crisis in Jiangnan.
At this point, all the Manchu s had gone crazy. They felt like they were idiots who were being fooled, so from the beginning to the end, the Han people had only offered them small amounts of money. This is truly intolerable, so we have to curse, curse to the heavens!
The Baji s who were foaming at the mouth started to brandish their spears and sabers left behind by their ancestors in their fantasies. They were clad in heavy armor, and each of them rode a horse across the Central Plains to snatch money, food, and women …
”Cough, cough, cough …” Aiya, these brothers are so tired, we haven't even seen the light of day in this damned weather! ”Let's go, let's go and take a break …” A group of spittle men, who had finished cursing, cupped their hands together and ran towards the big smokehouse in the depths of the alleyway without paying the bill.
”Boss, keep an account!” Just as he was about to leave, he flung his words aside.
At this moment, the boss and the assistant finally stood up and spat on the ground indignantly. F * ck you guys, do you think you guys can fight? ”Even on the battlefield, I'll smash you guys to death …”
The storekeeper sighed and picked up the broken porcelain shards from the broom. He would not curse like the young lad. Older people would only hide this hatred deep within their hearts until the day it exploded.