C1872 The most vicious poison

"What is the most poisonous poison in the world?" The fool asked the wise man, but the wise man shook his head and said nothing.

"Is it arsenic?" The fool continued to ask, but only shook his head.

"Is it Red Crane Head?" The question remains unanswered.

If the fool understands, "Could it be that harsh government is stronger than fierce tiger? Or is it a heart that is filled with ill will and evil? " Unfortunately, the wise man still shook his head.

Under such a barrage of questions, the wise man could only sigh and say, "The most vicious thing in the world is a steamed bun, rice, and a storehouse full of gold …"

No one knew why the most toxic poison would be the gold, silver, treasure, and meat. It was because this was an unending fable that Cai Bixia had heard from the Leader's mouth.

That was in the small classroom a long time ago, when Xiao Letian told this fable as if he was joking.

However, Xiao Letian did not give them his final answer. Everyone present seemed to understand it a little, but today, Cai Bixia had comprehended it. When he was in Malacca Strait, he finally understood what the most poisonous poison was.

That's the thing you need the most, and the most correct thing!

Those who were hungry usually didn't die of hunger, but from the first sight of food. Two steamed buns could choke him to death and he would be bloated to death.

People who are extremely thirsty often die of drinking water because they are too thirsty to boil even a puddle of sewage.

This was the problem Zai Chun was facing right now. Did the Great Qing need a change? There was no need to clarify this issue, of course there was a need, but did the Eight Flag Group of Qing Dynasty beside Zai Chun need an innovation? Of course, there was a need for innovation as well.

And Xiao Letian's poison is hidden inside here, I'll give you the most correct answer, but this correct answer might very well take your life.

Cai Bixia's hand that was holding the railing was sweating, it was sticky to the point that it was extremely uncomfortable. She looked at the excited Zai Chun and did not dare to say a word.

Now that Zai Chun had broadened his horizons, his mind was open. He knew how strong the power of industrialization was, and how the powerful countries played with them.

Zai Chun's heart held the dream of a great emperor. He wished for himself to become a great emperor like Tang Zong and Song Zu!

To be able to carry such a huge ideal at such a young age, could his body really propel the national destiny of this millstone?

What is reform? The best analogy was that the two millstones were biting and rubbing against each other! The power of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty rotated clockwise, while the power of the reformist, which was led by Zai Chun, wanted to rotate counterclockwise.

Who knew how many lives had been taken like the grains in the millstones!

Zai Chun thought that he was the one who pushed the grindstone forward, but unfortunately, sometimes he himself was just a grain in a grindstone.

Cai Bixia knew that this was the poison that the leader had poisoned the Qing Dynasty. It wasn't arsenic nor was it the Red Crane Head's poison, it was the steamed bun and water that the Qing Dynasty needed to save the most right now.

Cai Bixia knew even more that the Head of the Guards would definitely use all sorts of methods to create a sense of danger, forcing the hungry Qing Dynasty Group to wolf it down.

Do you want to take your time? If you don't have that chance, the final result will be you dying from bloating!

Zai Chun had already fallen into his trap, he would definitely devour the White Mask Bun that his master gave him for saving his life, and after Zai Chun instigates a wave of commotion, the conservative factions in the Manchu would definitely launch a counterattack.

How many would die? Cai Bixia did not dare to think of this, but she knew clearly that once the two millstones began to wrestle, the result of their collision would definitely cause the entire world to be dumbstruck.

Cai Bixia screamed with all her might in her heart: "Zai Chun! You can't be like this, you really can't be so impatient and impulsive. You're still young, and don't have the power to push the National Aura Grinders to its limits. You'll be swallowed up! "

"Listen to big sister. You just have to bear with it and accumulate your strength until you're 30 years old, okay?" When that time comes, you can try to push for reform again.

However, these words could only be said inside Cai Bixia's heart, she didn't dare to say a single word to Zai Chun. Seeing the extremely excited Zai Chun, Cai Bixia could only sigh.

A dream of a powerful nation! In fact, not only did the Han people of the whole world have it, the Eight Flag Manchu Group also had dreams of becoming a powerful country, their hearts were not weaker than the Han people at all.

This anxiety easily affected the young Zai Chun's heart. When he had an urgent desire, he would do something that exceeded his own strength.

This was a tragedy of an era, and was also the inevitable outcome when a dynasty's national destiny began to decline. Zai Chun thought that he could change the heavens and earth, but in truth, he was completely unaware, he was actually just an ordinary Manchu controlled by the Qing Dynasty's national destiny.

All the merchant ships avoided it and increased their speed. In just one night, the fleet had already approached the sea area of Banda Aceh.

This was the western gate of the Malacca. From here, they would head north to the Bay of Bengal, and to the south to the Indian Ocean. Three more British battleships and fleets would converge here, which were the convoy battleships transferred from the Bay of Bengal.

The Governor Philip was right, the British escort really did their best this time. For the first time in thousands of years, the British really put in a lot of effort.

Zai Chun was getting more and more excited. After entering the Indian Ocean, there were new British Fleet s in formation every day, and by the time the boat reached the Sri Lanka, the number of British naval escorts had already reached 33.

Every time a convoy of warships arrived, they would let out cannons to welcome the Emperor of Great Qing and the Head of the Hua Clan, and the flags they gave were endless. Other than breakfast, the rest of the time were for banquets.

The British side provided sufficient and even luxurious supplies, and on the Zhiyuan Warship s, Xiao Letian prepared 28 top-notch Great Qing cooks, which were basically available from every cuisine department. With the help of the cooks, there were almost a hundred people who cooked.

The British officer and the Chinese officers were drinking and chatting happily, the atmosphere was just as good as it was before, when the Yuan Ming Yuan had never been burnt. The top Chinese cuisine left the Englishmen tongue-tied.

In the end, all of the officers stopped firing. They did not eat the food on the boat, so as long as it was time to eat, they would board the boat and gather on the Zhiyuan Warship.

Fortunately, there was no wind or waves along the way. Otherwise, the journey back and forth would have been very dangerous.

In each and every one of the banquets, Zai Chun was surrounded by the sound of flattery like an ocean wave. The excited Royal Navy even carried out a live ammunition exercise for His Majesty.

The sound of cannons firing could be heard as the battleship skillfully weaved through the changing formations. The enormous fleet of 33 battleships completely ignited the passion in Zai Chun's heart.

"This is a powerful country! This was the tyrannical power of the British Empire! "I want it too, I must have it!"

The poison in Zai Chun's heart, could no longer be cured!