There were so many wounds on Hitotaro's body that it was nothing, and it was nothing to be scratched by a rib. However, this storm woke up all his wine. When the cool breeze blew in the morning, his mind suddenly became clear.

"Sir, are you going home to rest? You haven't been in a day and a night..." The member of the sword drawing team next to him asked with concern.

"No, I'm still excited now. If you don't need to rest, let's go to the military camp now. The brothers who are rotating should have gone back to rest. I'll go and see their reaction to the Chinese Code..."

Walking from the hillside to the sword-drawing team barracks on the outskirts of the city, there was a small half of the city in the middle. The whole city was completely in full swing. The expressions on people's faces were strange, some were excited, some were upset, some were dejected, and some were dancing.

I also met many acquaintances on the way. The shopkeeper Niu from the Sihai Chamber of Commerce was erect and his breasts were crossing his belly, and under the protection of a group of men, he was swaying on the street. He obviously had a sedan chair and didn't sit, so he had to enjoy everyone's eyes.

The launch of the Chinese clan order was obviously very hasty. According to Xiao Letian's original plan, when he was enthroned, he should be given gold, silver or jade seals and badges to prove the rank of the nobles.

Of course, Xiao Letian did not object to people's showing off. On the contrary, he also hoped that these nobles would show off in a high-profile manner so that their envious eyes would be more intense. Only in this way can they inspire the enthusiasm of the people to be upward.

Seals, noble medals, and strict dresses and ribbons, and finally special patterns and statues on the residence. These things can reflect the unique status of the nobles as superior and are also the specific appearance of the six-ranked and eighteen-ranked system.

This kind of thing that reflects identity cannot be purchased from the factory for large road goods. It has to be hand-made by top craftsmen from all over the world. Xiao Letian didn’t have so much time to prepare. Last night’s enthronement ceremony was to give everyone a personal enthronement order, and then stamp it with the Prime Minister’s seal.

People have a plot of showing off, who doesn’t want to show off themselves? But this thin page of the enclosure order is too small to be held on the top of your head, right? Then it would become a commoner who blocks the street and complains, and it would be embarrassing to spread it.

But there is no foreign object to prove himself, so who can know that he is a nobleman when walking on the street? I am so confused, why do you think about showing off? It’s so difficult for me to show off?

Or find a dozen servants to make a tin loudspeaker and shout "Who is the baron... Come and see... It's this master..."

Damn, isn’t this a parade? The criminal who went to Caishikou to behead the head is treated like this. I don’t want to do it. A nobleman, you have to have such low-key luxury, and you have to let others know their identity without having to speak by yourself. This is a master.

Not to mention, this person is really smart, especially the shopkeeper Niu and Boss Mi, and other businessmen are even more clever. They suddenly remembered the idiom of buying a box and returning a bead.

"Yes, don't I have this prime minister's album? Moreover, the people of Ryukyu already know the existence of rolled paper. Wouldn't it be enough for me to promote this thing?"

What a good guy, countless servants rushed into the gold and silver shops, antique shops, pawn shops and pawn shops in Naha City... Just look for the most expensive boxes if you don't want anything, the more expensive the better.

The red sandalwood box that was originally filled with black pearls was bought at a high price. When the precious pearls were poured into the broken leather pocket, it was like throwing garbage. The box was polished to a shiny texture and then put it in the enthronement order respectfully.

The servants found a tall and handsome man who wore clean clothes and held the box and was swaying around the market. Then more than a dozen subordinates came around. In this way, others knew that it was a fresh and steaming lord!

This method is indeed effective. Niu Zhanggui and his group of people were attracted by everyone along the way. The people bowed and bowed wherever they passed. They had never enjoyed this honor in eight lifetimes.

Hidataro was so amused that he thought his actions on the hillside were enough, but he was far behind these businessmen.

The guard next to him asked in a low voice, "Why should we find a box to carry it?"

"Baga... Are you an idiot? There are still people who don't know me in Ryukyu? Do I need to show off like this? Take the horses away quickly, and we will go to the barracks..."

I saw too many people showing off along the way, and Hitotaro's heart gradually calmed down. When I returned to the familiar military camp, he found that all night of the brothers on duty had not even slept. The cafeteria had already prepared breakfast, and the fragrant rice porridge, fried green fish, canned beef, and steamed buns.

No one enjoyed such a sumptuous breakfast. Almost all the soldiers in the spacious cafeteria were lying on the table to write things. Hitoro looked over and saw that they were actually Chinese applications.

"General? Salute!" Suddenly someone discovered Hitotaro, and the soldiers in the canteen stood up and saluted Hitotaro.

"Are you a little rest! Take action freely... Why are you so anxious to write a Chinese application? The Grand Parliament has not been established yet. You can't expect the Prime Minister, the head of the temporary preparatory committee, to authorize every soldier, right?"

"Don't worry, wait for a while, when the Citizens' Council and the Nobles' Council are established, there will be a special person in charge to contact everyone..."

Hoshitaro's persuasion was ineffective for these soldiers. The grassroots officers said with a wry smile, "Sir... no, no, no, I should call you Lord!"

"We can't wait! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to cultivate in three lifetimes! You, Lord Nohei and Lord Ryuma are already our idols, and we will not fall behind. We must fight for a future with the knife in our hands!"

"Yes, we don't dare to think that those who can become nobles are all wealthy people protected by ancestors with spirits and Buddhas! But we, the sword-drawing team members, have been through life and death with the Prime Minister, and it should be fine to change their citizenship through hard work!"

"Today we apply to join the Chinese nation, and the military parliament will re-calculate military merits for each of our veterans and will always become citizens. At that time, we will learn more, and maybe we can become a small official after retirement..."

"We don't have that big ideal. If we can be a police chief, we will be satisfied with the sheriff and so on! Or, I think it's enough to be an instructor in the recruit camp!"

Countless faces, countless longing eyes, and countless hearts of respect for the future have made these warriors from Fusang completely put their hearts in the Chinese people.

When Hinaro knew that he could not persuade him, he could only pat everyone on the shoulders and smile and encourage everyone. When he returned to the command center, he found that Noheita and Sakamoto Ryuma had been watching him at the window.
Chapter completed!