"It turns out to be Ruan Jizhi. I haven't seen him for many years."

Sun Zhixian did not turn over and dismount, but cupped his hands towards Ruan Dacheng from the horseback.

Ruan Dacheng did not return the gift, but asked loudly: "Sun Longfu, where is your hair? Why is it gone? Have you seen through the mortal world and become a monk?"

Sun Zhixian smiled, stretched out his hand and took out the money-rat tail-like braid from his mind, "Brother Ji, I am now from the Qing Dynasty. Men in the Qing Dynasty must shave their hair and tie it in braids."

"Everyone has to shave his head? What if he doesn't?" Another voice sounded, and Sun Zhixian followed the voice and looked around, and saw a fat man wearing a blue cloth shirt walking over, waving a paper fan.

"I'm Songjiang Grand Duke Luo, I'm asking for advice!" The person who came here is Donglin's successor. Enke's second place next year may also be Luo Grand Duke who is number one.

"Hahaha!" Sun Zhixian suddenly laughed.

Grand Duke Luo was confused, "Why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at you, a useless scholar. If you were in Beizhili, you wouldn't even be qualified to have your hair shaved!"

Grand Duke Luo snorted: "Your body, hair, and skin are all given to you by your parents! I won't cut off my hair and braid it!"

Sun Zhixian just laughed endlessly. Ruan Dacheng looked strange and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Sun Zhixian put away his smile and glanced around with cold eyes. Apart from the soldiers who were maintaining order gathered outside the Yifengmen Wengcheng, they were also officials in official robes and silk robes or scholars in Confucian robes and scarves. All of them had frowns.

Be cold to yourself.

"I laugh at him for his lack of knowledge!" Sun Zhixian said gloomily, "He actually doesn't know the twenty-four futures of the Qing Dynasty."

"What twenty-four prospects?"

Sun Zhixian smiled and said: "This is the promotion path for the disciples of the Eight Banners. From the servant to the top, there are a total of twenty-four levels, and then to the prince. Each level up must be based on the merits of real talents!

Those who have merit will be promoted, and those who have made mistakes will be punished. The lowest coated slave does not count as a future, so it counts as twenty-four futures.

Ordinary Han people, as long as they are not officials who surrender, if they want to join the Qing Dynasty, they will be slaves in the beginning, working as cows and horses for the Eight Banner masters, and their wives and daughters will have to serve the master. It doesn't matter how much knowledge you have and whether you can pass the imperial examination.

Jinshi are all the same. Even the current bachelors of the Qing Dynasty, Fan Wencheng and Ning Wanwo, have climbed up from being slaves step by step. Among them, the wife of the bachelor Fan served as a servant to Prince Yu of the Qing Dynasty because she was quite beautiful.

Ah! That is the glory of Bachelor Fan!"

"What? This kind of thing is still an honor?" Grand Duke Luo shouted, "Does this Fan Wencheng have any backbone?"

"Integrity?" Sun Zhixian laughed wildly again, then raised his riding whip and pointed it at Grand Duke Luo, "You don't know how capable Grand Scholar Fan is. He is an all-rounder who can write both literary and military skills. He can write beautiful articles with his pen.

, He can kill your Southern Dynasty soldiers with a sword. His current wealth is the result of fighting with a sword and a gun.

You, an industrious scholar, do you deserve to have integrity with Bachelor Fan? What do you think you are good for? Apart from taking the imperial examination, what else will you do? Become a master? The elites of the Eight Banners in the Qing Dynasty are masters, and ordinary Han people are

You have to start by dressing a slave. Can you be a slave? Can you farm? Can you work? Can you kill? None, then you are not even qualified to be a slave. If you are in the Qing Dynasty, you will have better luck.

If you meet a benevolent king like Emperor Taizong, you can still die of hunger. If you meet a hero like Taizu, you have to kill him to save food."

Ah! Is this true? Are the Tatars really that cruel?

A group of officials and scholars outside Fengyi Gate were shocked by Sun Zhixian's words. Sun Zhixian was an envoy of the Tatars. What he said could not be false!

At this moment, Zukefa, who was following Sun Zhixian, roared again and said in stiff Chinese with a Liao accent: "You Nikans are lucky not to have been born in Beijing, otherwise a house occupation order would

Once they get down, they all have to be driven out of the city to fend for themselves!"

"What's going on with the house occupation order?" Ruan Dacheng followed Zu Kefa's words and asked.

"Just drive all the Han civilians in Beijing out of the city!" Zukefa said, "and give up their houses and belongings to us Eight Banners nobles!"

"What? What should the people do?" Luo Dagong.

"Hey," Zukofa said proudly, stroking his beard, "Either you become a dressing slave, or you starve to death!"

"This is unconscionable!"

"You Tatars are too cruel"

"How can you harm people like this?"

“It’s so hateful”

"This is going to be punished!"

A group of scholars and officials started cursing, but Zukefa laughed loudly: "You bookworms are just ignorant! Who has conquered the Central Plains from outside the Great Wall since ancient times and slaughtered millions of people? And I, the Eight Banners,

The nobles are here to be masters, and the Han people cannot be slaves. What is the use of the Qing Dynasty?

Let me tell you, in addition to occupying houses and shaving hair, our Qing Dynasty also has six methods: massacre the city, enclosure of land, surrender, and capture of escapees! If you don’t want to be my slaves of the Qing Dynasty, and you are not willing to die, then hurry up

Go and talk to your prince and ask him to marry the princess of the regent family of my Qing Dynasty with great ceremony, proclaim himself a vassal to my Qing Dynasty, cede the north of the Huaihe River, and pay a tribute of 30 million shi rice and wheat every year!"

Ruan Dacheng snorted: "Don't even think about it! I, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, will never bow to the Tatars! Don't you think so, right?"

ah?

Qian Qianyi was stunned when Ruan Dacheng asked, "The person named Ruan is a eunuch! He is the leader of Donglin, how can he have the same opinion with him?"

"Scholar?" Zu Kefa laughed wildly, "When the Qing Dynasty takes Shandong, I will dig up the tomb of Confucius and cut off the roots of you and other scholars in the Southern Dynasties!"

I really want to defeat Confucius!

Now Qian Qianyi has to express his position, otherwise his Donglin leader will also expire!

Qian Qianyi roared and said: "I, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, will not let the burial place of the most holy master fall into the hands of ugly Hulu people!"

"Yes! We can't let the Tatars take Qufu!"

"We must fight to the death to protect the saint's hometown!"

"We, the scholars, should have the money and the strength to contribute! Recruit soldiers and protect the reputation of the religion!"

What? Still need to pay? How to pay? Should business taxes be strictly levied? Qian Qianyi didn't know why, but he actually thought of business taxes, which made him feel that things were a bit weird.

He hurriedly turned around and saw that the person who was clamoring for money turned out to be his favorite disciple Zheng Sen. He was making noise with a bunch of Dong Lin's descendants!

At this moment, Qian Qianyi's favorite disciple Luo Dagong had already taken out a scroll, raised it high, and said loudly: "Jinling gentlemen, this is the "Message to Pursuing the Captives and Protecting the People" written by Luo. We will read it later.

People, in this national crisis, should all step forward to protect the country, the people and the religion! If you agree, please sign the petition!"

"Tongcheng Ruan Dacheng is willing to sign!"

The first one to respond was Ruan Dacheng.

Qian Qianyi frowned slightly. He always felt that Ruan Dacheng should not be involved. Now that he is involved, what should he do?

"Quanzhou Zheng Sen, willing to sign!"

Of course, the son of the richest man cannot be left out when it comes to providing money.

"Zhang Huangyan from Yin County is willing to sign!"

"Shangyu Chen Mingyu, signed!"

"Tongzhou Yan Yingyuan is willing to sign!"

"Songjiang Chen Zilong, willing to sign!"

"Songjiang Xia Yunyi, willing to sign!"

"Songjiang Xu Fuyuan

"Signed by Feng Dunhou of Jintan!"

"Kunshan Wu Shu, willing to sign!"

"Su Jin from Wu County is willing to attach the tail fin!"

"Shangyuan Wei Rusong"

"Fengyang Chen Qian is also willing to sign!"

"Qian Qianyi, would like to sign the petition!"

Of course there are many people who are willing to sign! It is now November, and the Enke exam will be held in early February next year, so these days talented people from the southeast who are interested in the imperial examination have begun to gather in Nanjing, and many of them have come to Yifeng

I watched the Tatars at the gate, and under the arrangement of the Jin Yiwei and the new army that defeated the enemy, I arrived here outside the gate of Wengcheng. I heard with my own ears and saw with my own eyes how bad the Tatars were.

If you see, hear and see, if you don't step forward, how can you take the Jinshi exam? If you pass the exam, will you join the Tatars and become traitors?

Therefore, all the wise Juren masters know that if they do not sign this appeal to Grand Duke Luo, they can go back now because no matter how good the article is, Prince Zhu will not read it. It is just a dream to become a Jinshi!
Chapter completed!