This group of young people is the son of a wealthy Chinese family in Surabaya and even in Indonesia. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Today, Huang Bojie, the second young master of the Huang family, summoned everyone over, saying that there was something important to discuss, and everyone rushed over with a curious face, wanting to hear what 'important matters' this second young master could have?

After the results came, everyone listened to Second Young Master Huang's 'important things', and they were almost disappointed.

It's nothing more than the Qing Dynasty and the East fighting each other, first defeating Pyongyang, and then defeating the water division, this is a bad thing.

To tell the truth, these young ladies of Nanyang Chinese descent are all born and raised in Nanyang for three or four generations, and they only have some vague imprints on their mother country, the Qing Dynasty.

There is no sense of identity at all.

Of these two dozen or so, only seven or eight have returned to their home country, but every time they go back, they have received a stomach full of complaints and contempt.

The town is dirty and dilapidated, and it is far from being as prosperous and clean as Surabaya.

There are corrupt officials everywhere, and the people are struggling to make a living.

Every time he and his family went back, the township party of ten miles and eight villages poured over like bloodsuckers, crying shamelessly and borrowing money.

The local officials were also busy running over to fight the autumn wind, asking for money and money to build roads, rivers, and temples.

In short, they are slaughtered as fat sheep, and they all look disgusting.

"The Qing Dynasty repeatedly boasted of winning great battles all the way, and as a result, it won from Asan to Pyongyang, and from Pyongyang to the Yalu River. There is also a sailor, which is also a great victory, and the people of the great victory did not sink a single ship, but sank four of them; Haha-"

Zheng Xiaoxuan, the little young master of the Zheng family's big house, who started from a rubber plantation, laughed with disdain.

"And the reinforcement army, it can be blown into the sky; It's another victory at Dongxian Mountain, it's another victory at Shun'anyi, and it's another victory at Planting Songwon, but after so many victories, why did the Japanese army occupy Pyongyang? ”

Zhang Shixian, the second young master of the Zhang family, frowned and said: "However, their battalion officer He Changying's ability to make money is very good, and he instigated Chen Shijie to splash and mess around in front of my father, and forcibly blackmailed 200,000 taels of silver from our family!" ”

"It's not that you haven't read Mr. He's book "The Scream", Shixian, what you said is very inappropriate, what is 'blackmail'? Do you think that Uncle Zhang is an indiscriminate person who is easy to pay for money! ”

Zhang Shixian's words made most of the young men and women frown.

Although everyone really doesn't have a good impression of the Daqing Dynasty, who is thousands of miles away, they still admire He Changying, the author of this book of "The Scream" in Nanyang Chinese intellectual young men and women, who almost has one volume in his hands.

I don't want to blaspheme him easily.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Shixian's words came out, Chen Xiangbei, the seventh young master of the Chen family, retorted angrily: "What kind of person is Shijie, you don't know, who of you has ever seen him lie?" Since he said in the telegram that it was a great victory, then it must be a great victory! ”

"And Wu Weiyang, everyone should be familiar with his personality, right? In the three years of the Surabaya Police Station, how many things have you done for us Chinese, and how many times have you quarreled with Cohen for this? It's not that his German teacher has a big face, and it is estimated that he has been killed by the Dutch a long time ago. ”

Huang Bojie said in a deep voice: "He is now the deputy battalion commander of the Korean Aid Army; You can ignore these things, you can watch from the sidelines, but please don't laugh at them. Don't forget that you have Chinese blood all over you! ”

"Bojie, if you do what you say, what we should do now is to defeat the Manchu Qing and restore the Ming Dynasty; I'm not interested in being a lackey for the Manchus; On the tenth day of Yangzhou, Jiading slaughtered three times, and the ancestors of our Li family were killed here! ”

Li Yuanfu said coldly: "I admire He Changying's book, but let me go and give silver to the Qing Dynasty and work hard, I can't do this!" ”

"Third brother, it seems that you still haven't understood Mr. He's book; What is the 'iron house', and what is Mr. Ho going to 'scream' to break? ”

Li Yuanyan, the youngest daughter of the Li family, smiled and said: "You don't see you, the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is the captive, please be long; You don't see, Ban Dingyuan, the peerless light cavalry urges the battle clouds! Who did the final army fight with Ban Chao? If you still don't understand this, then this sentence 'Qi Congjun, clean the dust, swear to sweep away the Japanese slaves, regardless of themselves!' The words are so clear, don't you understand? ”

"Your explanation is a bit far-fetched, the Japanese slaves are talking about the Japanese Kou, not the Manchus."

Although Li Yuanfu loves his sister, his favorite woman Zheng Xiaoyuan is listening to him, so of course he can't weaken his momentum.

Li Yuanyan glanced at her brother with bright big eyes, pursed her lips and stopped talking.

She was just trying to make her point of view, and she didn't intend to argue with her brother about it.

This "Song of the New Army Training Camp of the Korean Aid Army" is indeed very well written, which once again proves He Changying's great talent; But I went to join the army and work for the Manchus, I'm sorry, I'm not interested; As for the silver, these things are decided by the elders of the family, and it is not our turn to worry about them. ”

Li Yuanfu said loudly: "My home is in Indonesia, in Surabaya, I can talk about things thousands of miles away, just like saying that today's weather is really good; Nothing else has anything to do with me, I have no interest or concern. ”

With Li Yuanfu's words, most of the men and women on the rooftop nodded in approval.

Yes, I live in Surabaya now, I live in Nanyang, the matter of the Qing Dynasty, that is, the sky has fallen, what do we care?

"You've all forgotten about Red River Creek?"

Chen Xiangbei asked angrily: "Do you want to do it again!" ”

"Shut up!"

The Zhang family is the richest man in Nanyang, and the Chinese in Nanyang have always looked forward to Zhang Bishi's horse, and Zhang Shixian is the oldest in this group.

At this time, he scolded Chen Xiangbei loudly: "Why do you have the same temperament as Shijie, and always say these taboo things; Later, Governor Hua Gengni was also sanctioned, and 150 years have passed. ”

"Hmph, sanctions—"

Chen Xiangbei sneered and said: "It's just a recall to the Netherlands and a pretending to be locked up for a few days; But after seven days and seven nights, tens of thousands of Chinese died in vain! ”

"So what!" Zhang Shixian's eyes were blood-red, and he roared and said, "What did the court say afterwards?" 'The Celestial Empire abandoned the people, did not hesitate to carry the tombs of their ancestors, and went abroad for profit, and the court did not pay any attention. These are the words of this bastard Qianlong! ”

For a while, the rooftop fell into a cold field, and everyone was sad and angry.

"Look, the matter of old rotten grain makes everyone angry;"

Zheng Xiaoyuan said: "Now that we Chinese have a high status in Indonesia and have such a good relationship with the authorities, of course this kind of thing will never happen again, right?" ”

"What did you say?"

Chen Xiangyuan's face was blood-red, and his eyes were staring at Zheng Xiaoyuan.

"Uh-"

Zheng Xiaoyuan was so separated by Chen Xiangbei that she couldn't speak.

"I think so too!"

Seeing that the woman he liked was embarrassed by Chen Xiangbei's bastard, Li Yuanfu immediately stood up to support.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! ”

At this time, there was a sudden shouting in several languages from the street below, and the roar was all four words: 'Long live the Emperor!' ’

These four piercing words.

The rooftop suddenly fell silent, and everyone stood on the rooftop in surprise.

I saw a large group of Oriental coolies, prostitutes, and grocery salesmen, standing in a long line, walking down the street with the Oriental flag and shouting.

There are also local indigenous police officers in front of them.

And then the previous scene happened.

"From now on, I will never do the business of clearing pigs again!"

"From now on, we will never move the pig's goods again!"

"From now on, don't sell a single thing to Qingzhu!"

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This cry was like a whip with steel nails, hitting the proud sons and proud women on the rooftop.

Let them be red-faced, bruised, and ashamed to death!