Chapter 769 As long as France can turn red, everything will be fine! (Please give me a monthly ticket)

One morning in the midsummer of the 13th year of Tianli.

Feng Yunshan sat in a four-wheeled carriage, with the curtain half-rolled, and the hot wind rolled in with the noise of the city. The carriage rang over the Wende Bridge, and the wooden wheels made a dull sound on the stone slabs. The Qinhuai River water under the bridge was so dry that it was weak, reflecting the rows of restaurants and shops on both sides of the river - red lanterns were hung under the eaves, and the open ships transporting goods were moored along the coast, filled with all kinds of goods transported along the Jiangnan water network and the thousands of miles of rivers. It was so dazzling!

"Candy haws."

"Newly arrived Guangdong embroidered round fan"

The hawkers shouted one after another.

The porter in a short jacket staggered by with a sack, and sweat had already soaked their clothes; the merchant in a melon-shaped hat shaking a folding fan, followed by the servant holding the account book. Further away, several holy soldiers in new gray cloth uniforms squatted beside the tea stall, drank sour plum soup in a thick bowl, and the Tianli-style rifle on his shoulders was polished to a shiny look.

Feng Yunshan's eyes swept over the bridge. A three-story painting boat was coming from the water. The hull was painted with red paint, and the sound of silk and bamboo floated from the carved windows. Two singers with high buns chuckled leaning on the railings, and the gold bracelets under the Luosle sleeves were shaking eye-catching. Feng Yunshan couldn't help frowning when he saw them. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom did not allow "customs" on the surface, but in the past two years, as all industries flourished, the polarization of the richer and the poorer the poorer the polarization began to appear in the Heavenly Kingdom. This "customs" gradually became uncontrollable!

What makes Feng Yun even bigger is that most of the top singers and dancers in Tianjing serve the increasingly wealthy and powerful people of heaven. This three-story pleasure boat sways on the Qinhuai River in broad daylight, and the one riding inside is probably a very impressive figure!

"Stop." Feng Yunshan suddenly coughed. Feng Xiuying, the captain of the guard next to the chariot, - the orphan he adopted in Guiping ten years ago, is now the commander of the female battalion of the Real Quest of the Great Knights - immediately pulled the horse and got closer.

"The adoptive father is the pleasure boat of the Prince Yu's mansion." Feng Xiuying whispered, "Looking at the banner, it should be King Hu Yu who is traveling to the river with beauty."

Feng Yunshan knocked his finger on his knees and gritted his teeth. Hu Wansheng, the legitimate son of King Yu, Hu Yirong, is now holding the title of the leader of the Great Knights of the True Journey Sect, but rarely set foot in the yamen located on the west side of the True Journey Sect. That yamen was originally used by Luo Yaoguo to use the military sect team jointly organized by the True Journey Sect and the General Staff Department, and the sect team specializes in the guards of the overseas sect team.

"The errands of the Great Knights are not as important as the swaying of the Qinhuai River?" Feng Yunshan sneered. He remembered what Luo Yaoguo said at the Prime Minister's Office yesterday: "The second and third generations of the Kingdom of Heaven are growing up. They either go to the True Casino to learn to dance with great masters, or go to the Navy and Army Academy to learn to lead troops to fight... Of course, there are many who have become weapons, but there are also many who are highly jealous and low-tempered, and more are irritable. They are all staying in the country and sooner or later become children of the Eight Banners!"

Feng Xiuying curled her lips: "The young King Hu Yu is romantic, how can he bear the boring yamen? Last month, he forced a singing singer outside Jubao Gate..."

"Get my token." Feng Yunshan suddenly threw out an ebony sign from his sleeve, engraved with the four words "The Father's True Contract", "I asked him to go to the main hall to see me."

The carriage continued to move forward and turned into Gongyuan Street. It was more noisy than on the bridge. Mules and horses were crowded together, and the smell of feces and urine mixed with the smell of dried burnt fragrance; next to the satin farm was a pawnshop, and the old farmer in patched clothes was trembling and handing a cotton jacket; several patrolmen wearing red scarves were holding water and fire sticks, kicking away the lame old man who was begging on the knees: "There is a porridge factory in the Shengkuan, so don't dare to defile the decency of the Heavenly Kingdom again!"

Feng Yunshan closed the car window. There were cold ice cubes inside the carriage. After a while, water condensed on the glass, blurring the brightness outside. He remembered that when he just defeated Tianjing ten years ago, this street was once the execution ground for junior bannermen in the city - blood stained the entire street red, and now a new generation of bannermen is about to emerge.

Luo Yaoguo's words came up yesterday: "If France is defeated, the continent will be in chaos. If the red flag of Carl's Heavenly Master can be inserted into the top of Paris, Britain and Russia will be as if they are facing a great enemy... At that time, Australia and South America will still be allowed to erode me? The battle for the French Propaganda will be seven or eight years, and now is the time to actively plan."

The wheel suddenly stopped. Feng Yunshan lifted the curtain and looked at it. It turned out that a peasant woman carrying a load and selling water chestnuts was knocked down by a cavalry who was cutting the way. The bamboo basket was folded up, and the tender water chestnuts rolled into the mud. Feng Xiuying was about to scold him, but Feng Yunshan waved his hand and took out a silver dollar and threw it over. The peasant woman did not dare to take it, and just kowtowed: "Good king! Xiaomin gets out now..."

When the carriage started again, Feng Yunshan caught a glimpse of a group of ragged children squatting at the entrance of the alley, carrying their schoolbags to school, running while singing nursery rhymes.

At the second hour of the year, Feng Yunshan's carriage was parked in front of the Panlong Screen of the Zhenyou Sect's headquarters. As soon as he got off the car, he heard the sound of horse's hooves - Hu Wansheng actually rode a bloody horse in the Western Regions, and half of the Zhenyou School's standard sword was exposed under his brocade robe.

"Sect Master, forgive me!" Hu Wansheng rolled off his horse, and the smell of alcohol made Feng Xiuying frown. "The subordinate is inspecting Jiang Fang..."

"Have you inspected the boat?" Feng Yunshan stared at the mandarin duck jade pendant swaying around his waist. It looked like a good thing. The belts of many Eight Banners who were slaughtered more than ten years ago were also hung on the belts of many Eight Banners children. He suddenly said sternly: "When my father and I were in Jintian, we slept with straw piles and ate sweet potato porridge! In order to raise military funds, your father even used the ancestral jade pendant! Now you are good, take the salary of the Heavenly Dynasty and learn the style of Qing Yao!"

Hu Wansheng's face turned pale, and his knees softened and knelt on the bluestone slab.

Feng Yunshan held his hands behind his back, his voice as heavy as thunder: "What is the True Que Sect's Knights for? It's a knife that guards all directions for the Heavenly Father Mu! But what are you doing? I sit on a pleasure boat to visit Qinhuai early in the morning. No one doesn't know your three-story pleasure boat in the entire Qinhuai River, right?"

Hu Wansheng's forehead hit the ground and did not dare to say a word.

However, Feng Yunshan scolded Hu Wansheng, and he could not give any other punishment - Hu Wansheng was Hu Yihuang's son and had inherited the title of King Yu. Although he was not one of the "Gods", he was also the second-class figure in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

More importantly, Hu Wansheng is Feng Yunshan's man! His father Hu Yihuang followed Feng Yunshan. After Hu Yihuang's death, Hu Wansheng took over and followed Feng Yunshan to work, and Feng Yunshan could really propose a motion to remove Hu Wansheng from the title of Kings? Moreover, Hu Wansheng did nothing out of the ordinary, and he was not greedy or possessed (the Great Knights Order was a clear water yamen, and under Feng Yunshan's eyes, he had no greed), and it would not be too much to spend his father's inheritance and the prince's salary!

Feng Yunshan suddenly remembered Luo Yaoguo's last whisper yesterday: "The layout in seven or eight years will be buried now. If France is red, the second generation of my Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will have a larger stage than the Qinhuai River."

This makes sense!

What can Hu Wansheng do if he doesn’t stroll around the Qinhuai River? He is in a daze and slutty in the yamen of the Great Knights? This is also what the Eight Banners’ children do!

He suddenly stopped talking and shook his sleeves and said, "I will see the Prime Minister tomorrow. It's time for you to change the bad guy who can do things."

At the same time, Luo Yaoguo was reviewing the official document in the East Flower Hall of the Prime Minister's Office. The bamboo shadows swayed outside the window, and the bronze globe on the desk was flashing and dark.

"Prime Minister" floated in with the soft voice of Wu Nong. Secretary Cheng Lingnan walked in gracefully with the tea tray. A white and tender long legs were faintly visible from the slit of the apricot-colored skirt. She gently put the tea cup down and her fingertips "inadvertently" crossed the back of Luo Yaoguo's hand: "California's real bank Huang Shiren's secret telegram."

Luo Yaoguo raised his eyebrows and took the telegram. Cheng Lingnan leaned over with his hair and swept his ears: "President Huang's telegram said that Grant's remnants of the Northern Army have retreated to St. Louis, and have lost more than half of them. If Lincoln cannot turn the tables before next year's election..." She suddenly chuckled, "He suggested that Xianfeng turn against him before the vote, and at the same time let the French smuggle barbed wire to the Southern Army through Mexico."

The content of the telegram is as follows: June 23, 13th year of Tianli, New York Secret Telegram. The Grant Legion retreated to St. Louis, with more than half of its soldiers losing their troops and no longer able to fight. The people of the Lincoln government were shaken. If they could not recover the decline before the election in the Jiazi year (1864), they might be defeated. I am humble in my opinion: If Zhao Si surrenders to the Northern Army before the election, they will definitely be able to get the best conditions. Feng Er County also asked France to continue its military aid to the South, and his Mexican garrison smuggled new guns, barbed wire and other objects into the South America to help the Southern Army prolong the war.

Luo Yaoguo's fingertips gently stroked the three words "barbed wire" - this thing was not on the battlefield in the original history until the Boer War, and he really showed his power and got a battle. But now he has been on the battlefield decades ahead of schedule because of his "sucking seedlings to grow"!

If the barbed wire and Gatlin could allow the American Civil War to fight for a few more years, the French army in Europe would probably have learned this tactics, right?

This Franco-Prussian War may bring some surprises!

If the losses of both sides in the French-Prussian War were several times higher at the same time, Karl and his comrades would probably have more opportunities. As long as France can turn red, everything will be fine.

Luo Yaoguo pondered for a moment and said to Cheng Lingnan: "Come and write it." After the pen and ink were ready, he thought for a moment and said dictated:

"On June 24, 13th year of Tianli, the Prime Minister's Office secretly sent a secret message to Nan Yijin's son-in-law: 1. Has his troops arrived in Colorado? What are the current blacks and Americans under his command? 2. Can he actually control Colorado, New Mexico and Idaho? How much guns, food and wages are needed? 3. How much combat power does the Southern Army still have? After the remnants of Grant retreated to St. Louis, the Southern Army will have the strength to counterattack? 4. If the Er troops turn against each other before the general election in the Jiazi year, what conditions are needed? It is of great importance. I hope to report to Prime Minister Luo Yaoguo."

Cheng Lingnan's pen was flying, and his beautiful handwriting spread out on the telegraph paper. Luo Yaoguo looked at the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window and suddenly added: "Another sentence: 'Tianjing has prepared three thousand bundles of wire mesh, and it will be transported to you by Mexico soon'."

He tapped the table with his fingertips and thought to himself: If the North American war could be delayed for two years than in history, the situation in Europe would be very tense, and the layout of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom on both sides of the Pacific would be more complete.
Chapter completed!