C209 The literati also flew into a rage

Manchu dynasty began to pretend to be an ostrich, but Qing Liu and the others would not let go so easily. These gentlemen, filled with righteousness and righteousness, were so engrossed in the pleasures of setting fire to the Xiao family's gatekeepers that they didn't even bother to read a book every day.

"Hey, Brother Huang, you've been waiting for so long. I'll punish myself with three cups …"

"My dear Young Master Yu, at this time, are you still in the mood to hide in your study and read?" "The Great Qing has already reached the moment of life and death, how can I hide inside the study …"

"What's wrong? Is there anything new?" Didn't the imperial government say that it would be administered? "

"Young Master Yu, you're so foolish. The imperial court has already sent out many treacherous officials, yet you still don't know?"

In Beijing's teahouse and restaurant, it was filled with raising child s from all over the country. They opened their mouths and shut their mouths, preparing to curse Xiao Letian, but they did not seem to be able to get over their excitement.

That night was an unforgettable night for all the raising child s. They had burned the entire Xiao Family gatehouse in one go, even rushing to the entrance of the Forbidden City to force their way through the city gates. They had even seen the Emperor's face.

These scholars would never have imagined that Enke and his men would gain so much this time. Although over two hundred years had passed with great respect towards the Confucian Scholars, those words were just on the surface. The imperial government had killed many scholars.

All the scholars' lifelong dream was to return to the political system of the Song Dynasty's scholars. At that time, it was so good! The Zhao Family swore to not kill the civil officials, regardless of how big the crime was, it would at most be exile.

And today, this was the first time this group of raising child had tried the taste of coercing a palace in the Great Qing Dynasty. Furthermore, they did not expect that the imperial court would not punish them, nor did Enke cancel them.

Not only that, their actions had also won the collective applause of all the citizens of the Beijing. The commoners did not understand the principle of "studying in the west", and they knew that this group of raising child was quite courageous. If they dared to go to the Imperial City to force the palace, they would also provoke Big Brother Da Niu just because of this.

From that day onwards, the student gatherings in the capital would often see the commoners secretly paying their bills, or even free restaurants. There were even disciples of the Eight Flags s who came over to toast him, slapping him on the shoulder while shouting out, "This is what you call a seed of learning, someone with skill and ambition!"

As the entire city was filled with compliments, these scholars grew more and more arrogant. An evil fire began to burn in their hearts.

"A traitor, a traitor!" Everyone, have you ever heard that when the Tanggu Xiao Letian had set up this secret dungeon, the Knife guard of the Golden-purple City said that they would lock them up once they entered, so the punishment upon them caused them to produce countless pieces of false evidence?! "

"I know, I know. Not only that, he also relied on his wealth and grandeur to coerce all the merchants in the city to listen to his orders. His disloyalty is obvious!"

"Also, he is a fish in the city, and the common people, not to mention the grass people, even the landlords and gentry cannot escape from him. Since the villagers weren't willing to sell their land, he would murder, set fire to them, or even use poison to force them … How did High Scholar Huang die? Didn't he die because he was opposed to that special administrative region... "

"The thing that makes people most angry is his twisted logic. This surnamed Xiao is a spy and spy sent by the foreign devils, they are here to excavate the Great Qing vein, what kind of bullshit is this round land, they even say that someone can fly in the sky, or even use iron to build a big ship? He was simply a madman. That iron rod sank the moment it saw water and was even used to build a boat. Hahaha … "

The crowd was in a flurry of discussion. Their faces that were filled with anger and alcohol were burning with angry souls. They wished they could pull out their hearts and show them to the Emperor, to all the people of the world.

The people reading were in series, plotting, and even secretly forming a society. Under the instigation of a large number of people who wanted to do something, they were already prepared to go all out and fight to the death against those who were studying in the west.

However, there were always some people who were born to throw cold water on others. Those were independent souls who were unwilling to follow the masses, and those were scholars who liked to look at the world with cold eyes and their minds were filled with suspicion.

Although these people had participated in the Imperial Palace test, most of their time was spent observing the surroundings of the crowd. It was so quiet that it was as if they didn't exist.

Being silent didn't mean that they didn't think about it. When these corrupt scholars once again began using the platitudes to attack Western Studies, a voice suddenly drifted over from a table in the corner.

"A bunch of ignorant fools. Using iron to build ships is not a rare thing. The Flag Country and the English and French already had iron ships under the water, yet you guys are still blabbering on and on …"

With just one sentence, he had angered those corrupt cultivators who were drinking until their faces were completely red. "Who is it!?" Who was it? Stand up for me... So it's you, you Cantonese. I've treated you to a banquet several times before, but you refused to come because you had nothing to do. So your real identity is a lackey from the West … Pui! "Your father is ashamed to be in your company …"

After being scolded, the old face of the Guangdong raising child turned red, "Is this also someone who has read the Book of Virtue?" "I dare not to admit to the facts in front of me, but it seems to me that you are not blind, but blind in your heart …"

"The earth is round, the Westerners has already proven it for hundreds of years, the reality of the situation is right in front of us, if the boat travels in one direction it will be able to return to the starting point, what's there to doubt? "The foreigners have been sailing like this for hundreds of years …"

"It's not really news that people are innately flying, including the Thousand Li Sound Transmission Technique. What's there to argue about? This is unreasonable and unreasonable! "

This time, the argument became even more heated. raising child, who was drunk, jumped up and scolded loudly. "As for the evidence, I want evidence. You prove to me that the earth is round and that people can fly in the sky. Let me see you fly …"

At the table of raising child in Guangdong, all the scholars from the coastal region that could come in contact with the foreigners were seated. Their hearts were very open, so they were the first disciples to have Xiao Letian as their master.

These people could remain silent, but that did not mean they were easy to bully. A raising child from Fujian slammed the table and replied, "Evidence! What evidence? "Dong Tianleng and Xia Keke, this is the truth in front of your eyes, the truth that there's no need to debate about it. Everything Mr. Xiao has said is already proven by my Westerners, it's just a reality in front of your eyes …"

"If you say it like that, then should I ask you another question? If you prove it, then you are the biological son of your parents. If you don't have any proof, are you a bastard? "

"Hahaha …" Laughter filled the tavern.

"Aiya, this is intolerable! I'll fight it out with you …" raising child who was drunk charged forward with his fist, but it was difficult for a drunk person to walk in a straight line, the result was the chair tripping over and the horse falling onto the ground, he reached out and touched his nose, which was covered in blood.

"Are you all still going to watch? "Everyone attack, the West has learned to beat people …" With this shout, half of the street heard it clearly. The raising child who were loyal to showbiz pounced on the table like a group of vicious dogs, smashing the table and smashing the table into pieces.

"Beat..." If I beat these Western study dogs to death, there will be no place for you all in the Great Qing Province! "" No, no

"Pui!" A bunch of short-sighted, rotten scoundrels. Sooner or later, all of them will be destroyed by you … "Do you think laozi is afraid of you? If you can't, then just hit me!"

The scholars from both sides began to attack each other. The surrounding customers suddenly dispersed, creating a huge open space. There would never be a lack of onlookers.

The tavern's owner was already on the verge of tears. This was all just money, who knows whether he would be willing to accompany them or not? Before he could finish, a plate flew over his head and hit the wall with it.

Just as the shop owner lowered his head to avoid the dishes, a man named Eight-Flag Lord beside him was protecting his birdcage with one hand and the tavern owner with the other. "Stop f * cking blabbering, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for a scholar to get into a scuffle. Today, this lord will block it, and in the future, there will be another big deal to brag about …"

"Up there, what the hell are you doing hitting your head?" Hit him in the nose... "Aiyo, monkey stealing peach, hahaha, a scholar's ruthlessness is even more deadly …"

With a clang, two raising child s who were hugging each other crashed through half a wooden door, and directly rolled onto the street while tearing apart a cotton curtain. At this time, there were a lot of people on the long street watching the show. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, no one thought that the refined and refined raising child would be so fanatical.

Just as the chaotic battle was reaching its most intense point, a large group of yamen runners from the Shuntian Palace came running over. "Stop, all of you stop. "Take down all the names and report them to the Ministry of Rites …"

The raising child who were fighting were now afraid. They were not afraid of the yamen runners nor the officials of the Shuntian Palace, but they were afraid of the Ministry of Rites. If they were to bring up Saints and teach them this, wouldn't that remove their name? Without another word, they quickly ran. The group of people covered their faces and ran, not caring about the tavern owner who was crying.

The bailiffs were just trying to scare people off. They didn't dare to capture these future government officials. If they could scare them away, then it would be a great achievement. Before they could even catch their breath, someone suddenly shouted, "Brothers, come and reinforce us! The Great White Tower of the South City has also started fighting. Those who play western learning have all eaten gunpowder today …"

No mistake, from this day onwards, for some reason, those former low-key Western scholars and admirers actually took the initiative to cater to the provocations of their disciples, and a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

In Beijing, there were many entertainment venues in the south of the city, as well as many teahouses and teahouses. It was also at these places that the raising child s from all over the Great Qing Province came to the capital. In just a day's time, there were already twelve cases of brawls and fights, and as for the number of scoldings and battles, there were even more.

Logically, those who should be studying to the west should be few in number. However, it was strange that these scholars from the west did not suffer too much from today's conflict. The reason was simple. It was as if these provocative scholars did not drink much, instead using their sober states to provoke drunkards.

There were also quite a few civilians supporting them. Although they didn't go out to help them fight, they had done quite a bit of protecting when they retreated.

The servants of the Shuntian Palace were all tired out like dead dogs all day, but they could not even rest now. The night was always the golden time for the scholars to go out and play with the punks, if they fought in the restaurant during the day, they might have to fight in the brothel during the night.

Sure enough, it was still that unlucky Hundred Blossom House. Just as the Chinese people's clock struck 9.30pm, the two groups of people in the hall were once again smashed into each other by the battle between Western Studies and Proficiency.

"This is the place Wang Shizheng has fought in, Wong Lao-Han Lin, us juniors must not cower, and will inherit Old Han Lin's legacy, and fight with them …" "Fuck you!"

"Hahaha, you bunch of corrupt scholars are about to fight at the brothel's tavern, we all know Wang Shizheng is lustful and lustful, this Hundred Flowers Hall is naturally his base …"

The two groups of people started cursing, and then threw things at each other. In the end, they swung their fists. Hundred Flowers Restaurant's bawdy old bawd sat on the ground wailing. She was crying so hard that the powder on her face had been washed away.

"Xiao Letian, you are so wicked …" "It's all because of you that I've been hit twice. How am I so unlucky? I'm not going to live …"