Dominate the Country

Nanjing in April is a sea of ​​flowers, Xuanwu Lake, Mochou Lake, Purple Mountain, Confucius Temple..., all holy places are filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Wisteria is like an elegant young woman. From a distance, it looks like a purple waterfall connected to the blue sky. The beautiful blooming makes the whole Nanjing look more romantic and vivid.

Hydrangea shows a kind of overall beauty. When you see it for the first time, you will be amazed.

There are also roses, azaleas, roses, peonies..., plus several parks that intentionally cultivate and grow peach and plum blossoms, and even cherry blossoms transplanted from Japan...

The flowers in the north have withered, but the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is still competing for beauty.

Countless people are intoxicated by the beauty of flowers, but Chen Ming, who is in the palace, is like a cheetah in hunting mode, hiding in a dark corner, quietly watching the every move of the prey.

The beauty of the capital is just an appearance.

The British...

The Japanese...

The Koreans...

The Russians...

The Spanish...

Fortunately, the four gangs in Annan, Siam and Burma didn't cause any trouble for him recently, otherwise Chen Ming would not be able to hold back his vigorous energy. Don't forget that a large part of his attention is still on the domestic front.

Recently, a storm is brewing in China, which has nothing to do with political ideas, but is simply a commercial dispute.

The railway tracks from Shanxi and Hebei to Mongolia have begun to show results, and have been built to Kulun. This thing is much easier to repair and maintain than the railway. Now it is possible to directly communicate from Zhangjiakou and Datong to Suiyuan, Chengde, Baotou, Chifeng, and even Kulun in Outer Mongolia.

The operation of the tram line has brought great changes to the entire Mongolian grassland. The scattered stations on the grassland have become the best buttons between the Han and Mongolian peoples. For the Han people, this made it easier and faster for them to purchase the furs, livestock and medicinal materials they needed; and for the Mongolian nobles and herdsmen scattered throughout the prairie, the completion of this tram railway allowed them to no longer have to go to Chengde, Chifeng, Suiyuan, Zhangjiakou, Kulun and other places to trade with Han merchants for everything they needed to buy and sell. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone!

Up to now, many Mongolians have chosen to settle down and become ranch workers, but there are still many Mongolians who prefer traditional nomadic life to settled life.

This railway trunk line, which took many years to complete and most of it has been completed - the destination was changed to Lake Baikal, and the economic benefits it brought made many people jealous. When it was learned that the court was planning to build another railway starting from Xi'an, connecting Lanzhou City, and extending all the way to Yili in northern Xinjiang, a wave of enthusiasm broke out among the people uncontrollably.

First, there was a voice saying that it would invest a huge amount of money to connect the desolate Western Regions, and it would be better to arrange these railroads in the economically prosperous Jiangnan, which would inevitably greatly promote the economic circulation in Jiangnan.

Then this "voice" quickly changed to Huguang, Central Plains, Guangdong and Guangxi, Fujian, Sichuan, Shandong, Hebei, etc.

Then another voice shouted, "We can raise funds to build the railway ourselves."

The country did not stipulate that this kind of railway can only be built by state-owned funds. This wave of enthusiasm brought by interests was somewhat beyond Chen Ming's expectations.

This sudden outbreak in the country has largely involved Chen Ming's energy, and he is taking a wait-and-see attitude towards this matter. If those people in China are really capable of raising enough funds to build railways, instead of fooling people to make money, Chen Ming is really willing to see the future "prospects" of this railway.

"Your Majesty, the British envoy and his entourage have arrived in Guangzhou." The pigeon sent the news. Watson's feet had just set foot on the land of the mainland, and his news was transmitted to Nanjing.

Wearing a thin lavender silk suit, Chen Ming sat by the Xuanwu Lake, holding a bamboo pole in his hand. A crystal fishing line hung with a silver hook and fell into the water. Chen Ming, who had never fished in his previous life, suddenly fell in love with this way of leisure in this life.

Perhaps because of the generation gap, he has never been interested in storytelling and singing operas, but crosstalk has developed rapidly with his support.

In history, there are three major bases for Chinese crosstalk: Beijing Tianqiao, Tianjin Quanyechang and Nanjing Confucius Temple. This thing originated in North China, was popular in Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei, and was popular throughout the country and at home and abroad.

Now the status of crosstalk has risen rapidly, and several "masters" can already compete with the actors in dramas. There are also skits, an artistic performance form that only appeared in China in the second half of the 20th century, and appeared in China two hundred years earlier.

Together with novels, the "cultural" cause of the new dynasty is thriving as a whole.

Chen Ming reads novels. Although he does not write, he is the author of martial arts novels and fairy tale novels. Can he come up with ideas? How can people of this era compare with him, a time traveler who has been immersed in the Internet for many years? If time travel novels were not too shocking, Chen Ming would have revealed them all.

The emperor loves to read novels, and has specially formulated the "Cultural Protection Law" to protect the rights and interests of novelists. Naturally, China's novel industry has developed rapidly.

These "novelists" and the "lower nine classes" in the past can now be said to have caught up with the real good times. Not only have they encountered China's rapid economic development period, but they also have Chen Ming, the emperor who has the power to cover the sky with one hand, as a backer. Although the novels that are most attractive to Chen Ming, in fact, there are not many that can interest Chen Ming.

The transformation of a certain "art" must go through the accumulation of time and the sedimentation of years. Chen Ming's "pushing up the seedlings for growth" can only make the seedlings grow taller, but not make them bloom and bear fruit.

Gently throw the baited hook into the water, wait quietly on the shore, and stare at the float intently. The float ripples slowly and gracefully with the fine ripples.

In the distance, the rolling Purple Mountain is shrouded in the misty water, and there are green lotuses just emerging nearby.

Being in it, it is quiet and distant, the mind is flying, there is no hindrance, and everything is forgotten. It is speculated that the feeling of the monk sitting in meditation is probably not much different from Chen Ming at this moment.

As long as the float shakes unusually, the scattered mind quickly gathers together: is it a big fish or a small fish?

"Cai Gen Tan" says: Fishing in the water is a leisurely thing, but it still controls the handle of life and death; playing chess is a leisurely game, and it stirs the heart of war.

Of course, Chen Ming would not be happy or disappointed whether it was a loach or a turtle, but whenever he saw the float rise and fall, he would always concentrate his mental power involuntarily. What kind of fish can be caught is more of an "expectation" for his own performance.

Excited speculation, nervous and eager to treat, not even daring to breathe, for fear of scaring the fish in the water.

Even the slight vibration of the float would greatly affect his nerves.

Chen Ming never thought that he would be so nervous because of a small fish. At the moment when the float sank into the water, he quickly lifted the fishing rod. When the empty fishing hook was dangling lonely in the air, the regret and helplessness in his heart were a bit like the feeling of failure.

Every time he seemed to think that he should lift the hook more quickly, or just wait a moment, and a lively fish would be in his hand.

When the fish and the hook left the water together, his body and mind would be filled with a strong pleasure, like an electric current that swept through every cell in his body.

Regardless of the size of the fish, regardless of the type of fish, whether there is fish or not, it is a huge difference. It is an indescribable pleasure.

Then you will think that this fish is good, this fish is a little small...

...

A trend is quietly surging in the Commercial Street of Nanjing City. The British envoys have arrived in Guangzhou. They were only one day late compared to Chen Ming, and they saw the news from the newspaper.

With the tacit approval of the Press and Publication Administration, this news was published by several Nanjing newspapers at the same time.

Sauvage Philip Perrier and Pierre were very nervous. William Eyre Bronte, Earl of Norwich, the Kingdom of Great Britain, the British ambassador to China, was already preparing to organize a high-end welcome dinner for the Watsons and their entourage.

This means that the relationship between China and Britain may really move forward.

It is obvious that the British will not hold on to the worthless New South Wales and have conflicts with the Chinese at this time.

This is not a blow to France, but it is a very bad signal.

Of course, what makes it even more difficult for the French in China to accept is that Paris still has not issued instructions for them to decouple from Annam. This is terrible.

From a certain perspective, the French support for Guangnan is no longer as blatant as before. They know very well that they are trying to steal the Chinese. If China is willing to lend a helping hand to Guangnan at this time, the Nguyen family will definitely say goodbye to the Gallic rooster at the first time. But the Chinese did not, just like they did to North Zheng, not only did they not lend a helping hand, but the Chinese also supported the Tây Sơn Army [the remnant Qing Army] to a certain extent.

Don't think North Zheng is so stupid. If China hadn't supported the remnant Qing Army behind the scenes, how could the remnants of the Qing Dynasty in Lang Son have so many arms? They have been getting stronger and stronger in recent years?

Although they also sold a batch of arms to North Zheng, what does this count as? Is it a balance? Or raising pigs?

Look at the current Indochina Peninsula?

The three largest countries were divided into three parts by the Chinese. The Siamese had the full support of China because the King of Thonburi in Siam was of Chinese descent. Taksin was not only of Chinese descent, but also very friendly to the Chinese and obediently spit out Ha Tien. Now Siam has the full support of the Chinese. At least three regularized firearms divisions have been established in the country.

If it weren't for China stopping Siam and preventing Taksin from attacking Phnom Penh and Vientiane, those small countries would have become Siam's territory long ago. Even Annan, which was divided into four parts, was not a match for the three divisions of firearms.

They couldn't point their spearheads at Taksin in the east, so they could only fight with Myanmar, and continue to attack Malaysia.

Of the three most powerful countries in Indochina, one was torn apart by the Chinese, and the other two were mortal enemies.

Now Indochina is in a mess, just like India. The Central Dynasty has lost its rights, and the real power of India is completely in the hands of their native princes, and when the British broke in, they were fighting each other.

In Perrier's view, this is more like a means for the Chinese to weaken the Indochina Peninsula. This is the best time for the French to withdraw, no matter what the Chinese plan to do with the Indochina Peninsula. But what about Paris?

For some reason, Perrier had a bad premonition in his heart.

Of course, Yongrong had a stronger bad premonition at this time.

As the Russian army's offensive against the Fu Han army stationed in the Balkhash Lake area ended in failure, Yongrong was surrounded by a strong sense of crisis.

Yongrong, who had "degenerated" into a tribal leader, or a very ordinary tribal leader, had Russia as his biggest backer.

Although he had more than 10,000 armed forces, 20,000 soldiers and civilians under his command, and even women were holding muskets. But he was extremely short of ammunition replenishment, and he was extremely short of cannons. He also lacked enough war horses. His combat effectiveness was not only inferior to that of the Fu Han Army, but also to the Kazakh cavalry riding horses. A musket without ammunition was not as good as a fire stick.

But relying on the prestige of the Russians, he led people to occupy the most fertile land on the southwest shore of Lake Balkhash. You know, Lake Balkhash is thousands of miles long from east to west. Because of the difference in rivers, this inland lake with high evaporation has two waters in one lake, salty in the east and fresh in the west. And the southwest of Lake Balkhash also avoided the influence of the Kazakh hills, and the land can not only be used for grazing, but also for reclamation.

Although the Kazakhs were very angry, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Yongrong also completely gave up his ambitions. His heart was not made of diamonds, and was broken into pieces by failures. If possible, he wanted to spend the rest of his life quietly by Lake Balkhash.

He had money in his hands. A lot of gold and silver were discarded on the way to escape, but there were still some fine calligraphy and paintings and treasures firmly in his hands. Those treasures of oriental art may not be sold at a high price in the West at this time, and some of the gems in his hands cannot be sold at a high price. Westerners prefer gems. There is no "jade culture" in their world.

But what about gems? What about exquisite gold products? They are hard currency anywhere in the world.

He will send his children to Europe one by one, not St. Petersburg, but Paris, London, and Amsterdam. Just like Yongrui who has already gone to London from Russia.

Yongrong didn't know that his cousin, who was much older than him, had so many private goods. A few days after arriving in London, he bought a large manor, and then Paris. He also donated a large silver cross to a church in London, and was baptized by the bishop himself.

In just one month, Yongrong's cousin seemed to have spent 20,000 pounds, with a total value of no less than 60,000 or 70,000 taels of silver.

"I wanted to wait until Mian Cong was two years older before sending him to England."

In a tent, Yongrong looked at the thirteen-year-old child in front of him with pity. This was his only remaining flesh and blood. He had a new son born in Xinjiang, but he died in less than a year.

In the past, the thirteen-year-old child had already been optimistic about his wife, but now he was more like a little soldier.

Yongrong felt that his body was still very healthy, and he was not without blood, but among several sons, only this eldest son was left to grow up safely.

"Prince..." The legitimate wife Fu Cha was dead, and the concubine Tatala also died quietly on the way to escape. Yongrong now has only three people left in his backyard. His successor, Niuhulu, is the daughter of Dafu, a general in the army; his concubine, Zhao, is the daughter of Zhao Zonghao, the former general of Ganzhou; and his princess, Geng, is the daughter of Dachun, the minister of the imperial guards, who also died in Yili!

Yongrong skipped his successor, because he knew that this successor had not given up yet and was still determined to have a son. Then Zhao was not an option either, because Zhao Zonghao was a general in the army and could not be moved lightly.

Yongrong's eyes fell on Geng. Princess? No. She was a concubine.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. We have to leave ourselves a way out."

"Russia is not a way out." These Slavs are too rude and too profit-seeking. Yongrong always has a feeling that one day when his value is squeezed dry, he will be packed up and sent back to China by the Russians.

"Britain, France, Germany..."