Chapter 237 The Braid Cutting Order (please subscribe!)

In Guangzhou City, a restaurant on the south side of Huai West Street Avenue is bustling with people. To the north of this restaurant is the Mancheng District that was "demolished" by artillery fire a few days ago.

The broken walls and pieces of rubble silently told onlookers the shock of this battle.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Royal Air Force and the Guards Artillery of the Ming Dynasty, the entire city of Guangzhou was almost razed to the ground.

Destroying wooden buildings was too easy for Ming Dynasty.

The Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, which used to be high in Guangzhou, were either killed by bombs, fled away with their heads covered, or hid in cellars to survive.

Because there is no need for kindness, all the terrifying firepower of the Ming Dynasty was released at this moment!

With this kind of firepower and slow advancement, it's definitely because Ming's father has good intentions.

When the Ming Guards entered the city, there was almost no intact building, and there were also not many living people.

Wang Yongyu, who vowed not to surrender, committed suicide alone in the yamen of the General's Mansion in Guangzhou, regaining his dignity.

The dark red right-sided long gown with wide sleeves only reaches the elbow, revealing thick arms. The style is completely different from the mandarin jackets of the Qing Dynasty, but it is not too surprising, but the black stiff heads on the heads of these people are so familiar.

, is the main reason that shocks diners.

"Should we keep our hair braided but not braided? Should we keep our hair braided but not braided?"

The young man's words became more and more arrogant. The old man snorted angrily and raised his hand, not knowing whether to slap the table or hit someone, but when he met his son's blazing eyes, he lowered his hand feebly.

"Boss, what should I do if there is an old man who refuses to cut off his braids?" asked a young guard in Jinyi.

After repeating it five times, Wang Yongyu put down the knife.

"Da Ming is alive again!" The fat man was shocked.

However, the sound of neat footsteps outside was like a reminder. He knew that the Ming army must be coming. With a final cruel move, he finally sent himself to see the late emperor!

"The emperor said that it is not necessary, but as long as you have braids, you have to pay a braid tax and get a braid license. If you are interrogated and caught without a license, you will be fined!" Chen Weiguo, the governor of Nanzhen, looked at the crowd below,

Said slowly.

There was a heated discussion in the restaurant when the waiter rushed in and shouted loudly, then posted a notice in a conspicuous place.

It wasn't until they went up to the top floor and disappeared for a long time that the diners realized what they were saying. The chatter started again, but it was much quieter than before.

"The Ming Dynasty court issued an edict!"

Isn't that the same Wushahao from Qianming? It just doesn't have the hard wings.

In addition to their clothing, this group of people also carried embroidered spring knives on their waists, with a slightly murderous look, which made the diners confused.

"Where did this actor come from!?"

"Yes, I heard that the Ming Dynasty is recruiting scholars from all over the world. As long as they have not committed adultery or robbery, have read a few books, and know a little bit about how to do things, they can work in the Ming Dynasty government!"

"You brat..."

“Besides, you don’t have to pay it in person, you can just take it from someone else!”

"Wen Tianxiang has a poem that goes: 'Who has never died in life since ancient times, leaving pictures to illuminate history'! Even if the Tatar and Qing Dynasties had the hearts of the people, at least they did not win the hearts of me! As for the Ming Dynasty restoring our Chinese clothes, scholars should use Zhengshuo

That’s it! The other scholars ran away, and there are only a few left behind!”

He knew that if he did not commit suicide, he would be cut to death by a thousand cuts. Rather than embarrass the Qing Dynasty, it would be better to commit suicide.

The young man shouted loudly, while the old man was still shaking his head.

The task of conquering Mancheng was very simple. Zhu Kezang ordered: Send a bullet to every living man in the city, and escort all living women to Luzon Island to replenish the population.

"What actor...that's the Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty. Please keep your voice down, or you will die!"

Lift it up, put it down, put it down, lift it up again.

"Braid cutting order!"

A fat man asked in surprise.

After hearing this, a young man immediately drew a knife, cut off the braid on his head, and said impassionedly: "Tang is not a scholar, but he has read a few books by sages. With these Ming Dynasty clothes and hair, Tang

Determined to work hard for the Ming Dynasty!"

As for this bustling restaurant near Mancheng, its regular customers in the past were those high-ranking bannermen.

"Moreover, the emperor's notice also said that if you give me pigtails, you will get a pig's foot for each pigtail!"

I don’t know whether it was unintentional or intentional, but among this group of people, there was also a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. He took off his hat and scratched his head while walking, which made the diners even more breathless. He had no braids and had his hair grown!

Just as the two were arguing, a voice suddenly sounded.

"No, the annual pigtail tax is one hundred taels, and the fine is also one hundred taels. Those who can't afford it are sent to Luzon to mine and plant rubber trees. The emperor said that such spiritual bannermen who love to have pigtails should be

Sent to exile in Nanyang."

"Today's Qing Dynasty has won the hearts of people all over the world. How can this Ming Dynasty, a small corner of Guangdong, compete with the world? If a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall, we will leave our family alone and pass on the incense of our ancestors."

Today, they regard the scene of the whole city being razed to the ground as a side dish. It is a pleasure to watch and talk while eating. No wonder the business here is booming.

The scene immediately burst into cheers from young people, who had long been unhappy with the money rat tail.

Chen Weiguo spoke loudly. He had already imagined that some people would definitely go back and cut off other people's pigtails for pig's feet!

He also admired Emperor Zhu Kezang's wonderful idea of ​​sending pig's feet and taxing pigtails. After hearing this, all the Tatars had to cut off their pigtails.

At a table in the corner, a young man looked expectantly at the old man at the same table.

"Including Song! We are all Han Chinese, so we should get rid of this braid!"

As the saying goes, the only dead ear in the eternal hardship is that when Wang Yongyu put the knife edge on his neck, he hesitated several times.

"Dad, I want to..."

"Dad, if everyone thinks like you, the Tatars will be able to step on our Han people and shit on us."

The old man muttered in a low voice, interrupting his son's speech, but did not dare to look at his son.

A group of people entered the lobby, and the hustle and bustle immediately disappeared. This group of people was like a human-shaped ice cave. All the way to the top of the restaurant, wherever they passed, everyone's eyes were straight, their bodies were stiff, and it was difficult to speak.

There seemed to be a group of hot-blooded young people at the other table. They were so excited by this scene that they slapped the table and screamed in excitement.

The diners who were closer took a quick look at the words and read them out loud.

On the top floor of the restaurant, several handsome and handsome guards in dark red gowns occupied a large table, and they were talking about the Ming Dynasty's announcement.

"Then our Jinyiwei will have a lot to do!"

When the time comes, when the braid tax comes, Jin Yiwei will definitely come to collect it.

"You brat, it's a good thing to be busy!" Chen Weiguo, a workaholic, joked.

In fact, Jin Yiwei was busy at first, but the real busy people were the barbers in Guangzhou!

As soon as Zhu Kezang's braid-cutting order was issued, all the barbers in Guangzhou became popular. They were already so busy and making so much money that they didn't even have time to cut their own braids!
Chapter completed!