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Chapter 1072: Turning the Sky

Just when the atmosphere in Gaosheng Teahouse was gloomy and gloomy, everyone was holding a huge fire in their hearts, but there was no way to vent it.

Suddenly, a newsboy rushed out from the alley beside the teahouse.

While running on the street outside the teahouse, he shouted in a clear voice: "Special issue, "Northern Times" special issue, all people in the world are united, I can plant flowers and be saved."

After hearing such a shout, the fourth master felt as if his heavenly spirit cap had been struck by thunder, and his whole body was suddenly shaken.

Then, with the energy of Dantian, he shouted:
"Why don't you kid come in quickly and give grandpa a copy of that special treat?"

After hearing this, the newsboy ran into the teahouse and delivered a newspaper that was still smelling like ink, had obviously just been printed, and was only a fraction of the usual thickness.

He said: "Uncle, there are nine copper coins in total."

What's so special about this, it's almost half the price of a daily newspaper, but the Fourth Master, who usually cares about everything, reached out to pay for it without any hesitation today.

The only pity is that I took out three copper coins from my pocket.

In the ninth year of Guangxu, Fa Yi...

How is this behavior different from the traitors like Shi Jingtang who lured wolves into the house and recognized thieves as their fathers?

As a result, after watching the beginning, he and several people around him could not help but feel excited.

After seeing such a headline that was completely like a battle cry, the hearts of Fourth Master and others seemed to be on fire.

With this idea in mind, he, Mr. Ye and a few others got together and opened the nine-penny special issue of the Northern Times.

I have also read books and can read. Isn't it better to do something to make a living than to eat like this and wait to die? "

Long live my flower-growing family, and long live the people of all ethnic groups~"

Today's battle with the island country resulted in the loss of Chaodao, the only vassal state; even in order to continue to control this flower artifact, Daqing did not hesitate to collude with the island country and many foreign powers.

At this time when China's land is sinking, Da Qing can surrender, but our Xuan Ge camp will never surrender; even if Xuan Ge camp fights to the last man, we will never compromise.

On the contrary, it was when the literate peddlers and lackeys in the teahouse bought the few special papers left by the newspaper boy.

Fortunately, when Second Master Ye and others saw this, they all took out one or two copper coins, and finally a group of banner men finally collected nine copper coins.

Hu Ertong of the Xuange Camp reported to all the people of Zhonghua: The Daqing Puppet Imperial Court had stolen the Zhonghua artifact for more than 240 years and enjoyed the support of 40 million people. However, it regarded all kinds of people as domestic slaves and became increasingly defensive.

Because there is such a paragraph on the front page of the newspaper.

Not only was he dumbfounded, he was also indescribably embarrassed.

In front of the Western barbarians, they grovel and use their strength to please them. They suffer all kinds of humiliation, which they have not seen for thousands of years.

In the tenth year of Xianfeng's reign, the British and French barbarians joined forces to attack, and the Old Summer Palace was burned to the ground...

In the 20th year of Daoguang's reign, the British came across the sea, and Admiral Guan died in battle...

Seeing this, the fourth master had an inexplicable thought: "What the heck! It doesn't matter if Daqing's hard-core crops are not eaten, this year's monthly payment has been delayed for more than half a year, and his life is worse than that of a dog.

He could easily take out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, pick out some and pay the money.

In all of the above wars, Daqing ceded land and paid compensation, causing my flower-growing people to suffer humiliation.

The contents of other articles in the newspaper are also exciting.

"... Yang Changjun, the governor of Gansu and Shaanxi, told the people of the world that both Gansu and Shaanxi are the territory of Huahua. Countless ancestors were born here, grew up here, and are buried here.

We, the descendants of Huahua, have no reason to cede this ancestral land to foreigners... Although Gansu and Shaanxi only train two battalions of the new army, the other green battalions are not strong in combat power, and their food and salary are even worse; but at present, Shenzhou Luchen At this time, there is no such thing as being able to defeat or defeat these simple calculations.

Here, Yang Changjun expressed his position on behalf of thousands of elders in Gansu and Shaanxi. The imperial court surrendered to the island country, but Gansu and Shaanxi did not surrender.

From today onwards, we must mobilize all the available troops within the territory and head to the northeast to fight with the Xuange Camp against the little devils from the island country..."

"... Liu Kun, the governor of Liangjiang, told the people of the world that although Xuan Geying had some conflicts with the imperial court, it was still part of our Chinese lineage; everything between them could be regarded as internal disputes.

At this time of the catastrophic crisis in Shenzhou, if we continue to entangle each other's grievances and interests, it will feel like brothers fighting against each other.

Here, Liu cried blood and begged the court to put aside its past prejudices and unite to fight against foreign enemies.

The military strength in Liangjiang is not strong, but there is still some surplus in terms of pay and silver. We are now willing to send a battalion of new troops, 2 million taels of silver, and 200,000 loads of rice to the northeast.

For daily use by Xuange camp and the army.

The imperial court is willing to surrender to the island country, but I, Liu Kunyi, will not surrender on both sides of the river..."

"...Governor of Sichuan Province Liu Bingzhang told the people of the world that although China is large, it does not have an inch of extra territory..."

"... Da Qing, who was also the Minister of War and the Admiral of Zhenjiang, Feng Zicai, cried out for battle. Although Feng is eighty-six this year, he can still eat a bucket of food and shoot a bow with a stone...

Both Japanese and Western devils are ambitious and have an undying desire to plant flowers at their own expense.

Now there are 132 members of the Feng family, asking for a battle from the Hu clan leader of Xuange camp..."

"...Governor of Hunan Province..."

"...Governor of Lu Province..."

(What! The above-mentioned slogans and announcements are indeed somewhat half-written, and some of them are not what they read; but the level of the author is limited, so let’s just laugh it off)
In short, in this special notice, except for the one about Xuange Camp, all the articles are from governors from various places, or military generals.

After letting go of the small thoughts of the past, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "No surrender~"

We must work together to lift up the sky that is about to fall in the flower gardening family, and the sky is about to fall.

After seeing such a situation, in a situation similar to the summoning of the power of blood, as long as it is the children of the flower-growing family, how can the blood boil?
*****
Just when the Fourth Master and others were stunned by the huge shock, they didn't know how to react.

Suddenly, a loud slap came from behind.

After I couldn't help but look back, I saw a scholar who slapped the back of the table hard. He picked up a cup of tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

It was obviously a cup of tea, but it was as strong as strong alcohol.

After drinking the tea, the young man, who looked to be no more than a young man, slammed the tea bowl in his hand on the ground, breaking it into pieces on the spot.

Then, he raised his hands to his companions and said:
"Brother Jingqing, Brother Yuda, and Brother Jiansheng, I am going to go to Liaodong immediately to join the army of Xuange camp. Whether I am a clerk or a soldier in the army, it is better than just being here in the capital city. Long sighs and short sighs are better.

If he doesn’t die, we can have a good time over wine in the future. "

After saying that, he strode out without waiting for anyone else to respond.

In the position behind him, whether it was the few scholars who were his companions, the vendors in the teahouse, or even the fourth master and other bannermen.

Every one of them stood up and saluted solemnly.

And a scene similar to what happened in Gaosheng Teahouse is definitely not an isolated example among such a large group of people.

While the men whose blood was still cold rushed to Liaodong generously, the last vestiges of Daqing's people's hearts were also consumed by their desperate efforts...

(End of this chapter)