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    "Maung Ji, you traitor who has brought disaster to the country, I must kill you!" Finally, a roar broke out among the nobles. This shout was like a fuse. The angry nobles rushed towards the podium, but this time it would not happen again.  There will be no guards to keep order.  The first nobleman who rushed up punched Maung Ji hard on the face. Maung Ji didn't try to resist. He just staggered back two steps, shook twice and then stood still.  But more nobles came up, and they angrily beat Maung Ji with their fists, feet, elbows, and knees. Soon Maung Ji fell to the ground, and blood flowed from his wounds and seven orifices.  come out.  When the nobles dispersed again a few minutes later, there was only an unrecognizable corpse left on the ground.  In this way, the political storm caused by Luo Lin's sudden death ended.  The result was something neither party had expected before. The two noble leaders recognized as the most prestigious and capable among the nobles of the kingdom died suddenly. The only difference was that Diok still retained his reputation, and  However, Maung Kyi was ruined among the nobility. After killing him, the nobles who hated him tied his feet and dragged his body backward through the streets of Mandalay, and finally from a cliff on the bank of the Irrawaddy River.  Everything from his head and feet was thrown away. Maungki's home was set on fire by the mob, and his wife and three young children were stoned to death by the mob.  The nobles used the most brutal behavior to show what would happen to anyone who dared to touch their interests.  The last person to ascend to the throne of Privy Council Counselor was a moderate aristocrat named Winche. This middle-aged man, who was known as a good old man among the aristocrats and monks, was like a marionette, completing the instructions from behind one action after another.  , which made Chen Zaixing angry and funny at the same time. He had to comfort himself that not everything in the world is good. In any case, this man is hundreds of times better than the two men in front of him. At least he doesn¡¯t have to worry about being cheated all day long.  A stab in the back.  The last bit of time in 1891 passed silently. After Chen Zaixing basically stabilized the situation in Mandalay, he suddenly discovered that the start date of the Yunnan-Burma Railway was approaching.  He had no choice but to rush to Kunming by land under the escort of a guard team to preside over the groundbreaking ceremony.  Kunming.  The trumpeter¡¯s chest was so strong that it almost burst his military uniform, and the exciting military music finally reached its final climax.  Chen Zaixing looked worriedly at the teacher next to him, Wu Hanmin. Although this old man, who was over sixty years old, was wearing a thick mink robe, the cold wind in February was still quite unbearable.  "Teacher, why don't you go to the tent and rest for a while? The wind is still very strong in February!" Chen Zaixing asked carefully.  "That's all, can my old bones survive?" Wu Hanmin shook his head, and the stubborn old man asked in a low voice: "How many years will it take for your railway to be completed?" "From Kunming to Mandalay Plan"  Three years, and another three years from Kunming to Guilin!" Chen Zaixing replied in a low voice.  "That means there will be another six years!" Wu Hanmin seemed to be talking to himself: "I am already sixty-four this year. With this old face, as long as I don't take the initiative to retire, Her Majesty the Queen Mother will not let me  I am destined to become an official, but I don¡¯t know if this old bone can survive another six years. You have to hurry up!¡± ¡°Yes, teacher, the student must work hard and never let the teacher down.¡± Chen Zaixing¡¯s forehead.  A layer of sweat immediately broke out on his face. He knew in his heart that his construction would never have gone so smoothly if he hadn't had a teacher who was the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou. Since the teacher had spoken, there must be a reason.  "Well, that's good, that's good!" Wu Hanmin smiled: "Among my students, you are not the one with the highest official position, but you cause the most trouble, but I like you the most and have high expectations for you.  The best, do you know why?" Chen Zaixing hurriedly bowed and said, "The students are very frightened when they think of the ridiculous things in the past. Please punish me more!" "Haha, get up!" Wu Hanmin is very talkative today.  Nong: "There is only one reason. Because the times have changed, the old method no longer works. No matter how big those student officials are, they are just another Wu Hanmin and another Wang Qinian, but what's the use? It's better to let them  If you take a different path and try it, you might be able to find a new path, so I protect you in every possible way, hoping that you can find a different new path!" Chen Zaixing lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart!  , after a while, he whispered: "The teacher expects so much, the students can't afford it!" "You can deserve it, you can deserve it! You must be worthy of it!" Wu Hanmin said with a smile: "I won't be able to survive this for a few years.  You are about to be buried. The world does not belong to you young people. The most important thing for young people is ambition. If you are as young as me, what future will you have?" At this time, the music had ended, and Wu Hanmin took it over.  There was a very fine long-handled hammer in the hand of the attendant. When he walked to the first section of track, Chen Zaixing hurriedlyHe placed the prepared road spikes on the sleepers beforehand, waiting for Wu Hanmin to knock them into the sleepers.  "Come on, Fusheng, this is your railway!" Wu Hanmin did not swing the hammer, but looked at Chen Zaixing quietly. Chen Zaixing wanted to refuse, but saw the earnestness in the teacher's eyes and swallowed the words when he reached his lips.  , he stood up and took the hammer from the teacher's hand, and knocked the road spikes into the sleepers one by one. There was only one thought in his mind - "We must find a way out!" Shanghai, Wuxing Forge.  The workshop was noisy, and the air was filled with metal powder, making people almost suffocated.  Although it was the middle of winter, the heat from the furnaces made the workers sweat profusely. Many of them were shirtless, manipulating iron tongs, placing forgings on the platform, and using forging hammers falling from the air to forge them into finished products.  Suddenly there was a sharp whistle outside - it was time for lunch. The tired workers put down their work and slowly walked out of the snow-covered open space outside the workshop, preparing to eat.  "Yu Zhiheng, Ma Mars, Xu Dacheng, Xu Dabao, Xu Erbao¡ª¡ª" The factory manager read the names of the workers loudly. Whenever he read someone's name, the factory security guards standing aside stepped forward and read out the names of the workers.  The name of the worker was pulled out of the crowd.  The workers looked at this scene inexplicably, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.  The manager finally finished reading the names. He sneered and said to the workers: "Okay, you guys just pack up and get out. The factory owner has already fired you." "Why? We're doing a good job, why?  Fire us?" Yu Zhiheng was the first to react and walked over to the manager to ask what was going on. At this time, the other workers behind him also understood and started making noises.  Several security guards and factory managers surrounded him.  "What are you going to do? Do you want to hit someone?" The manager couldn't help but feel timid when he saw the workers rushing up. He backed away and shouted loudly: "Here comes someone, someone is making trouble!" "Who is going to make trouble!"  There was a cold shout from the side, and Yu Zhiheng turned around to see a dozen police officers in black clothes holding long guns walking towards them. The leader had a rough face, wore a leather hat, and was holding a gun in his hand.  A revolver, but it was Jin Sanpang, who was looking at himself with a sneer: "Is there any more king's law? I've said ugly things before, but the Consultative Council already has new laws. Who the hell dares to gather a crowd to cause trouble?"  All of them will be shot on the spot. Beating to death is in vain. Do you understand that?" Seeing Jin Sanpang appear, the steward quickly squeezed out from behind the factory security guard, pointed at Yu Zhiheng and shouted: "Third Master,  Third Master, this guy is the one who gathered to make trouble, and a few of his accomplices behind him, just take them all." "It turns out it's you guys, take them all and send them to the poor!  "As soon as Jin Sanpang waved his hand, the policemen who extended their hands surrounded him. The workers started to stir uneasily. Facing the policemen with live ammunition, many people began to retreat timidly. Yu Zhiheng and others were immediately exposed.  "Third Master, we are all honest workers!" Yu Zhiheng saluted Jin Sanpang in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and spread out his hands full of carbon black and metal powder for the other party to see: "Look, how many of us are there?"  We all just came out of the workshop, and the workpieces inside were still cold. The manager read our names and insisted that we were gathering to make trouble. This is a little unreasonable! " Jin Sanpang looked at Yu Zhiheng and the others!  He held up his hands and looked back at the factory manager with some doubts.  The factory manager took two steps forward and smiled at Jin Sanpang: "Third Master, don't listen to their sophistry!" Then he turned around and his expression changed immediately: "Yu Zhiheng, how dare you say that you didn't gather a crowd?  There's trouble. Did you and the workers in the receiving workshop say five days ago that they should form a team and ask the master to process the money, otherwise they would quit working together? Did you tell the workers at the coal pile two days ago that they wanted to work every day?  The time cannot exceed twelve hours? Is this a gathering of people to cause trouble?" "Organizing a strike?" A smug smile appeared on Jin Sanpang's face immediately: "Come here, give me these.  They are tied up. The directors of the Advisory Board said that thieves and robbers can be let go, and no one who organized the strike can escape the net!" The policemen came up and beat Yu Zhiheng and several of his men with their fists and rifle butts.  A companion, his blood quickly fell to the snow, which was particularly conspicuous.  The rest of the workers watched all this angrily, but no one dared to come out, the police guns and the terrifying prospect of being fired were like glue binding their legs to the snow.  "Workers! Everyone needs to stick together!" Yu Zhiheng tried his best to resist the two policemen who were besieging him, and shouted loudly: "The factory wants us to work fourteen hours a day, but the wages we are paid are not enough.  My wife and children couldn¡¯t even get enough to eat. In which month, no one broke his finger because he was too tired. Before the injury healed, he was kicked out of the factory and left on the street.??Starve to death!  Look, look, everyone is getting into a group and fucking them!  ¡± First of all, I would like to thank book friends qpiqpi, Canglong Yihou Poyunguan, trainee police officer, and Kumuhuangxue for their rewards. I saw in the discussion forum that they didn¡¯t want to read it because Shun is not a Han dynasty. I can only say that it¡¯s you who shouldn¡¯t read it.  No one is forcing you to make a choice. But if you say that Li Zicheng is from Dangxiang and therefore Shun belongs to the Han dynasty, then I can only say that there is no guarantee who his ancestors were two hundred years ago. Many book friends estimate that their ancestors were also Mongolian.  , Xianbei people, Khitan people, etc. The Chinese nation has always valued culture rather than blood.
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