C1435 Eight Flag Men

The Beijing's grounds were very evil, and there were basically no secrets that could be kept. It did not even take half a day for many of the secrets to be known by the entire city.

In the past few days, there had been a group of Eight Flag idler that had gathered together and muttered that Prince Gong's Mansion had brought out a few more corpses. Empress Dowager Ci Xi didn't even dare to return to the Forbidden City to stay at night.

The city had experienced too much blood, so many schemes and tricks that even the old Beijingers could smell the faint scent of blood and see the ghastly shadows from the corner of their eyes.

Why were there more soldiers patrolling the streets? Why did the inspection power in the minister of nine city gates increase by another three points? Why did the foreign devils gathered in the East Crossing Folk Lane become more common? Even the volatility of food prices is a testament to many conspirators.

Of course, what people paid the most attention to was all of Jiang Nan's information. It was all thanks to Head Office's skill, which allowed him to obtain the advanced telegraph network s dozens of years ahead of time. This allowed the disciples of Beijing to have the ability to talk about the heavens and the earth.

"Have you heard? Xiao Letian from the East Sea has come up with something new, he even managed to get something called the stock market … "

"Yellow Lord's message is slow, isn't it! I knew it the day before yesterday. "You all would never have thought that the stock market's daily consumption of silver is as high as a mountain!"

"The trading value of the first day's stock market was over forty million. This is the first day, and every day after that, there was a guarantee of twenty-three million taels of flowing water. Listen to me, these are all silver mountains!"

"That's right, especially when it comes to issuing new shares. It's a very popular scene, everyone in Jiang-Nan city would buy as many as they can, so I got a bit bored. Didn't this Jiang-Nan war just finish a few years ago? How is he so rich?"

"I don't understand, but Xiao Letian calls this financial economics! "I have relatives in the south who deal in shares with the Han people. He wrote to me that war could destroy cities, burn shops, and take away all the food and cloth, but he was not afraid of fire or water. At most, she would just hide away …"

"Yellow and white creatures love to change owners. I'll follow you tomorrow. War is when money runs about everywhere. When the world is at peace, the hidden gold and silver would still come out to stir up trouble …"

"This Xiao Letian is clever, the southern Han Chinese are good at business, especially gambling. This time, Xiao Letian has already made a huge fortune in the Southern Ticket Crisis, who would have thought that he would create another casino, wouldn't he be courting his own death?"

Discussions were rampant everywhere in the teahouse. Whenever silver was mentioned, people's eyes would shine strangely, and everyone's throat would be filled with the sound of saliva being swallowed.

Just as he was talking, a sloppy-looking Eight Flag Lord who had only finished half of his noodles suddenly threw his chopsticks on the table with a smack. He was so angry that his eyes were shooting out flames, "Those bastards!" How difficult is it for the imperial government? Don't say that they are happy to lose a bit of their military assets, they just want to see our imperial court live a life of hardship! "

"If this is the beginning of the kingdom, I will lead the troops and slaughter them! What kind of bastard was this? Without the imperial government protecting those Chinese people, how could they earn money? You even f * cking earned that much? F * ck, gathering 40 million silver a day! Were all the generals of Jiangnan an idiot? Stealing f * cking hell! "

This group of Han Chinese are the worst. At that time when war broke out and their silver women were taken away by the long-haired man for free, they did not even mention offering it to the imperial government. If they had offered it early, would they still have caused such a ruckus? We, the Banner Bandits, will kill off that group of traitors! "

"That's right, that's right. Even if I didn't get the silver all those years ago, if I got the silver, I would have gone to the battlefield to kill bandits. A single head would have been worth at least a hundred taels of silver, right?" With my ability, I can cut five or six hundred of them without a problem... "Cough, cough, cough …" The popinjay with a mouth full of nonsense had completely forgotten the two big smokes he had smoked last night, and finally couldn't hold on for 30 seconds on the belly of the woman. At that moment, he really thought that he was possessed.

Among them, the older Manchu said quietly, "It's still better then. When our ancestors entered the pass, they were domineering, a gold and silver lady's land, they would snatch anything they saw. At that time, the eight flags would be able to stay on the horses for three days without falling down, only eating and sleeping on the war horses!"

"I know. At that time, my ancestor was the Batulu with the yellow flag. He charged into the Chinese army eight times a day! "Eight times in a row, he killed as many people as a gourd of blood, and stole as many spoils of war as a mountain …"

He was already used to this kind of situation. Not to mention the matter with the ancestors, as long as there was someone around, they could chat for a day and not take anyone away. Since they occupied a wasted space at the table, the new customers wouldn't even have a place to sit.

But you can't offend these people. One or two of them are all men with backgrounds, and two of them are men with red belts. That's not something you can afford to offend.

It was all caused by the silver taels! The shopkeeper sighed secretly. If his eyes saw the silver taels, he would have no idea what was going on. Why the f * ck did he still give up her silver taels and go to the extent of risking his life? The Great Qing Dynasty has given you all a few lifetimes in vain, that's not silver? You still want money? Those who are virtuous enough to pay silver are deserters.

So what if we Chinese have money? It was an estate that several generations of people had painstakingly accumulated. How could it be offered just like that? All of you are poor and have no money. There are many manors outside the city, but even when you were making a ruckus, I didn't see any of you pay half a silver tael.

"What is the shopkeeper doing?" Is your earwax stuffed? This grandpa already called you three times to add water, can't you hear me? "

"Aiyo, Yellow Lord, please wait a moment. I'm going to the backyard to grab some water!" With a face full of smiles, the shopkeeper walked to the backyard and picked up the large copper pot. However, after thinking for a moment, he opened the lid to check if there was anyone around.

"Pah pah pah …" "I'll let you scold us Chinese, and sooner or later, Prime Minister will deal with you!" Three mouthfuls of saliva were spat into the copper pot.

"Coming …" Sir, please heat the water! "Raise your hand high, be careful of scalding …"

Just as they were talking, a shadow suddenly rushed in from outside the teahouse, panting like a cow. "Not good, this is really too f * cking evil, this Great Qing is a demon spawn!"

"What's going on? What is horse grandpa saying? The foreign devil has once again fought his way into the capital! "

"It's not a foreign devil, it's Xiao Letian! That scourge went to Suzhou, where my brother helped the Head Office run errands. The latest telegram I just read is the latest news, and it was probably delivered to the empress dowager and all the princes just now! "

Look, this is the rotten mouth of the Great Qing Dynasty's Eight Banners master. To them, there is no such thing as a secret. Besides, these people aren't like the average leaker. It would be fine even if you were a spy! However, these ancestors were addicted to keeping secrets, and they weren't interested in money at all.

They were just bored and had nothing to do. They just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being well-informed in front of the crowd, so that they could brag and show their face. Then, they could spread the most important secret of the imperial court to the market.

This is an illness! An incurable terminal illness!