Chapter 559: Nebchu in the cold winter!

"They did not cut off their braids, nor did they throw away the clothes that had been worn for several generations. But, dare you say, are they just the Qing Dynasty bannermen?!" Ye Jinshou's voice suddenly rose.

No one stood up to answer, and was still a little numb, or looked at him with doubt or even hatred. Ye Jinshou sighed deeply, shook his head and smiled bitterly. Ye Jinshou stepped down the steps and stood in the middle of the crowd. Looking at the faces with black eyes, black hair and yellow skin, it seemed that there were countless words to say in his heart. If he didn't say it at this moment, he was really in a panic.

"The Han family's clothing, yes, that is the inheritance of my Chinese nation to the former Ming Dynasty, but was cut off by the Qing bannermen. However, even if we all cut off the braids on the back of our heads, changed the clothes on our bodies, and even blamed those compatriots who had not cut off their braids and had not changed their clothes, it means the Han family's clothing. Has the Chinese style revived on us?"

"I can understand very well that it is impossible. Because some people cut off their braids and changed their clothes, but the braids in their hearts are always hanging there. Unless they realize that the braids in their hearts have not been cut off, they will never be able to dispel the heavy oppression that has been accumulated on their heads for more than 150 years of Qing Dynasty, and they will not be able to be the masters of their own thoughts, and to be the mind of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Ren and Song dynasties that are as generous as the gathering of all nations and peoples in Chang'an, and thousands of ships and religions in Quanzhou. They must also have the heart of a strong man who offends me, even if they are far away..."

Ye Jinshou stood there, his voice was not high, but very thick. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the bronze bell again and again, which was shocking and shocking.

"Do you know why we adults are unwilling to order people in the world to cut their braids? That's because, like you, they are all members of the Chinese nation. He is unwilling to repeat the evil things that the Qing bannermen did to our Chinese nation in the past, "Leave your hair but not your head, and leave your head but not your head." "Shave your hair and change your clothes, if you violate it, you are in this dynasty and your heart is in another country."

"Comrades, please open your eyes, open your eyes widen your eyes, look around us, look at the four sides of the land of the Nine Provinces of China. Since the Qing Dynasty's shackles were on our heads, the Chinese nation has been self-confirmed for more than 150 years. For more than 150 years, our nation has been fooled and enslaved by the Qing rulers. Our culture is declining, and our technology is even worse than the previous Ming Dynasty.

And today, don’t you know what the nations that came to the court to our Jiuzhou Provinces of China in the past, are they doing?

Those Western Europeans, relying on just a few warships and guns, were domineering in the vast seas of our Jiuzhou Province in China, killing wildly. A few thousand people forced a million soldiers and a population of 300 million to bear their knees and sign the humiliating city alliance.

In Southeast Asia, countless Chinese compatriots were enslaved by those nations we call them Wisdom.

At the critical moment of our Chinese nation, what are you doing? What are you doing? His hair recognition has not been shaved off, his clothes have not been changed. Could it be that if we change our clothes and put on a hair power, then will the Chinese nation become stronger? Can we defeat those Western powers with strong ships and powerful cannons?"

"Yes, they did not shave their braids or put on the clothes of the Han family, but that doesn't matter, because with you, you have shaved their braids from their bodies, but I hope you can think carefully about how to make the motherland stronger again, how to serve the motherland, and guide your compatriots to cut off the braids behind their heads, and cut off the braids in their hearts, so that I can stand proudly in the world..."

People gradually dissipated, and the restaurant owner who had taken twenty-five taels of silver from the silent parties left with great gratitude. Ye Jinshou leaned on the chair tiredly, took a cup of herbal tea handed over by the staff, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Dean, you are so awesome. In the end, all of those people were ashamed and even so happy when paying the money." The staff member who handed the tea next to him smiled.

"What's this? I'm just repeating what the adults used to teach us back then. It took me several years to understand and cut off my braids in my heart. It's not difficult for me to become as strong as before in China. The difficulty is to let every compatriot of my Chinese nation know how to raise my head, straighten my backbone, and stand in this world with confidence."

Ye Jinshou's words made everyone present fall into deep thought. Yes, it is indeed a seemingly easy but actually a long and extremely difficult road for the Chinese nation, which has suffered more than 150 years of hardship.

After Liang Pengfei was destroyed in Beijing, the Zhili area was pacified, he began to order the registration of people to recruit land in the northeast according to the Nanyang reclamation order. In just a few months, there were about 50,000 households in the Zhili area alone, and more than 230,000 people set out on the way to the northeast.

Under the temptation of free seed farm tools, even plowing oxen and horses, housing, and a series of rich conditions to have their own fields, poor people in surrounding provinces such as Henan, Shaanxi, Shanxi, Shandong, etc. have also embarked on this path of land reclamation.

The Liang family army had driven out all the Qing bannermen who were occupied by Manchuzhou. The empty cities and military farms left behind will become the homes of migrant refugees and people.

At this time, in the coal and iron ore areas in northern North Korea, those already built factories were already producing and making various agricultural tools at the fastest speed, and a large amount of essential daily necessities and food were continuously transported from Guangdong, Guangnan (after Annan returned to China, it was renamed Guangnan Province) and even from all over the Southeast Asian region.

Over the years, the factories that Liang Pengfei has been working hard to expand and build overseas have finally utilized their terrible production capacity. In addition, they have been prepared for a long time. In just three or four months, all the supplies that nearly 700,000 people have been collected in several major ports in the northeast for half a year.

The former Qing army green camps in the Zhili area were all incorporated. After these surrendered Qing soldiers survived the fittest, they formed a new army: the Construction Corps, and began to build roads and bridges in the Zhili area.

On November 8, 1795, there were still a few days before the winter solstice. At this moment, the city of Nanibuchu was almost buried by heavy snow. The violent wind and snow were shouting and screaming over the city. The heavy snow made the wind blow cold and hard like broken glass slags, making people's face hurt. Those typical Western-style spires even seemed to bend and broken by the strong wind.

"Damn the weather, I really can't believe how these Russians can live in such a terrible environment? Dear Andre, give me a glass of strong wine. I feel like my whole body is about to be frozen." Wei'er, who looked at the outdoor situation for a while, felt that the cold current outside had penetrated into his bones. He quickly sat next to the stove, wrapped the blanket on his body tightly, and baked it in front of the fireplace Wangwang to dispel the feeling of being uncomfortable all over his body.

"Haha, dear Mr. Arozo, don't worry, this is the warmest room in Nebchu City. No matter how strong the snow outside is, it will never overturn the roof of my house. Come on, this is the wine I have collected. This will make you feel hot all over, and you will even be so hot that you can't help but want to stand in the snow to greet and call." Next to it, a fat Russian old man sitting on the leather sofa with a typical Russian face and a big red rosacea nose laughed and raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Soon, a tall, strong, but hot Russian maid brought a bottle of liquor and two cups and placed it on the small table in front of the fireplace.

"My little girl, thank you." Arozo saw the exaggerated buttock curve when the Russian woman squatted down, and her clothes that were bulging and bulging, as if she would stretch the buttons at any time. Arozo couldn't help but swallowed subconsciously. However, he still did not forget to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor and thanked the sexy Russian maid politely.

"My name is Yekaterina, which means light, not a little girl." The sexy and plump Russian woman raised her head, her plump lips slightly raised, got up, and walked towards the outdoors, but Arozo's eyes never left her perky and rhythmic shaking buttocks.

Seeing the red light coming out of Arozo's eyes, the fat Russian old man Andre couldn't help but laugh. "My friend, what's wrong? Could it be that he fell in love with this little pepper in Yekaterina?"

"I'm sorry, I'm rude, respectful Mr. Andre, it seems that I've been away from my hometown for too long and have begun to miss the taste of women." Arozo smiled sly, admitting openly, but not losing his humor.

Andrei smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand, poured a large sip of the strong wine, closed his eyes, slowly swallowed the strong burning wine, and breathed a sigh of enjoyment. "This is wine, the wine of our Russian nation."
Chapter completed!