Did something go wrong when the first crossing hit a hydrogen bomb?

Chapter 89
Li Laoshi's original name was not Li Laoshi, but his original name was Li Goudan, which is a typical result of the elderly in the family thinking that a humble name is easy to support.

But the current master thinks that the name Li Goudan is really unrefined, so he gave Li Laoshi a new name with great grace, hoping that he can be an honest man in the future and work for the master in a down-to-earth manner. live.

Li Laoshi felt that the master's family had very good hopes for him. Isn't it a compliment to be honest and down-to-earth? He should be happy that the master's family has such high expectations for him.

But every time he was tired all day, lying on the 20-seater bunk before going to bed, and in the ten seconds before his mind was plunged into darkness, in this short time in the day when only this moment belonged to him, he would always say something like this doubts.

He has been an honest and down-to-earth person for 20 years. Why doesn’t he even have a home of his own?

Then Li Laoshi fell asleep. He was really tired and had endless work to do every day, but he always owed the master a lot when he settled his wages every month. The master always looked down on him. , beat him and scolded him, was tired and hurt every day, almost fell into bed and fell asleep.

He only has these ten seconds to be free.

This day was another ordinary day. Li Laoshi and other friends like him worked until more than ten o'clock in the evening. They were about to get off work and go back to sleep at Datong Shop, but they heard the panicked voice of the steward. , and the noisy sound of the main guards running back and forth.

Li Laoshi, who has lived in this Nanyang land for 20 years, had the first reaction.

Oops, those goddamn natives came to raid Grass Valley again, this time they didn't rob and kill the Dan Gang on the road, but even dared to reach out to Master Song's plantation, I'm afraid it won't be another big native riot.

Li Laoshi immediately forgot about his exhaustion, and prepared to run to the large enclosure of Master Song's house with his friends who were shipwrecked, sold as piglets, and resold for debts.

At this time, Li Laoshi and the others are not afraid that Master Song's housekeeper will not let them in. After all, people are needed to fill the wall with people. They are born to live for this time, aren't they?

As for the chances of such a death being too great?
Anyway, it is more likely to survive than running around outside the fence.

However, before the dozens of workers took a few steps, they all stood there stupidly, looking up at the sky that seemed to be much brighter. Li Laoshi followed the eyes of his friends to the sky, and his steps followed. He stopped unconsciously, his chapped lips parted wide, and he foolishly looked at the sky that should have been full of stars.

There, there is a sky boat full of strong white light sailing among the stars.

"Heaven, heavenly soldiers and generals descended to earth???"

"Bless the ancestors, bless the ancestors!"

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

After seeing this scene clearly, Li Laoshi and his friends knelt down on the ground at the same time, and kowtowed to the sky boat flying straight towards Master Song's mansion in the sky.

——Kira——

Standing on the prow of the alloy boat that was lifted into the sky by [floating technique], Lu Yi helplessly raised his forehead when he saw the scene on the ground: "Although I know this is the fastest way to gather these people, but the civilized education afterward is even more troublesome. .”

Yuriko Takashiro, standing behind Lu Yi on the right, covered her mouth with a chuckle when she heard Lu Yi's words: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu Yi, it's not difficult for you to want residents who worship you personally and are civilized. "

Seeing Lu Yi turning her head, Yuriko Takashiro subconsciously brushed her hair, but when she saw Saeko looking at her blankly, she subconsciously stopped her movements.

"Um, Lord Lu Yi, you know that I was, after all, in a country with the existence of the so-called Japanese Emperor and completed industrialization, and I did that kind of vested interest. I am relatively clear about this kind of thing. .”

"Don't engage in aristocratic families (please automatically change to the proper name of Neon)."

Lu Yi thought for a while, then turned around after leaving a word.

"Yes, at your command."

Hearing Yuriko Takashiro's sincerity, Lu Yi could only shake his head helplessly.

As a modern person, especially a modern Chinese, he really doesn't like superstition, even now that he has got the golden thigh of the transfer station.

Originally, Lu Yi was very disgusted with using this superstitious method to win over the Nanyang Chinese, but now the actual situation is that Lu Yi wants to get enough loyal Chinese immigrants in a short time, so he can only do this.

After all, Lu Yi's target is not the so-called high-level Chinese who occupy the economic lifeline of Nanyang and collude with the colonists.

Lu Yi also admitted that among the wealthy Chinese businessmen in Nanyang, there were also people who were interested in the motherland, civilized, and did not go with the colonists, but there were too few of them.

At this time, Southeast Asia had a population of roughly [-] to [-] million, at least one-tenth of whom were Chinese. Excluding the few well-to-do Chinese businessmen, most of the rest were people like Li Laoshi because of various reasons. The hard-working people immigrated to Nanyang for forced reasons.

These low-level Chinese are seldom educated, and even if they are educated in Nanyang, they are almost all old-fashioned education.

It’s not impossible to subdue these people by hunting local tyrants to divide the land, holding public trial meetings, and holding symposiums, but firstly, it takes too long, and secondly, Lu Yi’s subordinates don’t have the high-mobility organization to complete all this .

The latter is the most important reason.

There is only one key issue. The discourse power of these low-level Chinese is in the hands of white colonists and wealthy Chinese businessmen. If Lu Yi wants to win these low-level Chinese into his hands in the shortest time, he must break this discourse In view of the embarrassing year of 1916, Lu Yi had no choice but to use this way of pretending to be a ghost to fight evil with fire and fight for the right to speak.

So after thinking about it, Lu Yi still felt that if he went up to pretend to be a ghost himself, he would be able to coax these superstitious Chinese people faster.

As for how to educate and work for these people in the future while maintaining his personality cult, it can also be done when there are examples from other countries other than China.

All in all, everything is for the purpose of pulling the population over in the shortest possible time before talking about other things.

Thinking about this, Lu Yi's flying boat soon arrived at the home of Mr. Song, who had been carefully selected before. After all, among the wealthy Chinese businessmen in Nanyang, there are also some people who take care of their fellow villagers and are willing to do good things. Did some research beforehand.

This Mr. Song's family has immigrated to Nanyang for five generations. Although they still speak Chinese, they are not ambiguous at all when they deceive their compatriots.

So Lu Yi deliberately chose Master Song's house as the first appetizer.

The sky boat, which was originally not huge, deliberately slowed down its descent speed, giving the guards on the fence and sentry tower an illusion as if a huge monster was pressing down.

Because of controlling the speed, when the Tianzhou descended to a height of about seven or eight meters in the air, Lu Yi's enhanced eyesight saw a middle-aged man with a moustache and a silk robe standing next to two maids. After being served, he trotted to the front yard.

Lu Yi looked around.

Because this is as bright as a small sun in the sky, the Tianzhou with [Light +18] buff is here, and there are hundreds of thousands of people around, whether they are local aborigines or Chinese laborers in plantations Gathering here.

In the Song family compound, Master Song and hundreds of nurses, stewards, servants, relatives, etc. also began to gather in the front yard to wait for "Xianyuan".

The audience is assembled, and the moment for the performance has arrived!
　Thank you for the two monthly tickets of a novel house, thank Qihong for the two monthly tickets, thank you for the dark engraved clock for the two monthly tickets, thank you for the two monthly tickets for the Flying Thief, thank you for the four monthly tickets of the God of the Dead, thank you for your support
　　Stop breastfeeding, if you continue to breastfeed me, I will definitely be finished next week. If this becomes st, there is little hope in itself, plus a group of professional milk...
　　It shouldn’t be a big problem to worry about harmony. I’m also afraid of harmony, so the protagonists have all gone to the southern hemisphere. I don’t touch the mainland and the male sea. , when the protagonist knows that there is a better route, I still choose this way of pretending to be a ghost.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)