No taboos in the world

Chapter 29 Let’s rebel!
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Hong Chen and Huang Feihong sat in the main seats.

Standing in front of him were Huang Feihong's disciples and many militia members.

Next to them was Aunt Thirteen, who was blinking her glasses, not knowing what was going on but not daring to speak, and the quiet Yan Zhendong.

The atmosphere was somewhat solemn.

"Senior brother, have some tea." Hong Chen whispered, breaking the silence.

Huang Feihong nodded slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Don't be impulsive about this. I know you don't like foreigners, and neither do I. But if you really want to attack the foreigner's ship today, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg. I know you may not be afraid of death, but have you ever thought that your life could have been used to do more meaningful things? Even if you are not a hero, but just to support your family and support your parents, wouldn't that be a good man?"

His earnest words were easy to understand and everyone in front of him couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Especially pork.

"A Rong." Huang Feihong called softly.

"Master." Zhu Rourong shuddered.

"Alas, I know you have always been like this. I am not completely against your idea, otherwise I would not have accepted you as my disciple. But I hope you will not be so impulsive in the future. You need to think twice before doing anything and not completely ignore the consequences."

Zhu Rourong felt even more guilty and hung his head even lower.

Huang Feihong frowned and said, "Look up."

Zhu Rourong raised his head slowly.

Huang Feihong pointed at Hong Chen and said, "I believe what happened today has taught you a profound lesson. Why don't you thank your uncle?"

Zhu Rourong immediately bowed his hands, his face sincere: "Thank you, uncle-master!"

Hong Chen smiled while holding the teacup.

Huang Feihong turned around and looked at him and said, "Brother, although Ah Rong's idea is radical, we can't really do nothing. I plan to find the people from the government office and confront the foreigners together to make this matter clear. Otherwise, how can we ordinary people survive in Foshan in the future?"

The cause of this incident is very simple.

A vegetable vendor was delivering vegetables. Because there were too many foreign ships docked at the port, he misread the national flag and boarded the wrong ship. He was shot by a foreign soldier on the ship and was seriously injured and sent to Bao Zhilin, which had the best medical skills.

Fortunately, the vegetable vendor was rescued.

As for misfortune... the whole thing is full of misfortune!

Hong Chen put down his teacup and said, "Brother, your idea is good. But do you think it will really work?"

"What do you mean, Junior Brother?" Huang Feihong raised his eyebrows.

Hong Chen played with his folding fan and said meaningfully, "The fact that the foreigners dared to shoot shows that they are fearless. You should also know the attitude of the government."

Huang Feihong sighed repeatedly after hearing this, "So what do you think we should do, Junior Brother?"

"Two choices. First, do nothing." Hong Chen said lightly.

Suddenly, the crowd became excited.

"How about that?"

"No, we can't just let this go!"

Zhu Rourong also said: "Uncle Master, I admit that I was too impulsive just now, but you said that you would not do anything... I'm sorry that I can't agree with you!"

Huang Feihong also looked at him in confusion, but he did not rush to refute. Hong Chen smiled and said calmly: "Although the person is injured, fortunately, Senior Brother's medical skills are superb, and he is now fine. Looking at the overall situation, apart from losing some so-called face or dignity, there is no actual loss, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Rourong, his fellow disciples, and the militia members beside him all glared at him with anger on their faces.

Even Aunt Thirteen, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned slightly, with disappointment in her eyes.

Yan Zhendong remained expressionless.

"Uncle Master!" Zhu Rourong stepped forward and shouted, "We are all Chinese. How can you say that? Aren't you afraid that one day you will be the one to be shot?"

"Shirong!" Huang Feihong slammed the table and shouted harshly.

Zhu Rourong was not scared this time, and still stared at Hong Chen with his neck stiff.

Huang Feihong sighed helplessly, looked at the smiling Hong Chen again, and said: "Junior brother, you should just tell me the second choice."

He was very smart, so he knew that the two options given by Hong Chen were actually the same. As for what he said just now, it was just to make everyone more accepting of his method.

Therefore, he was also very curious about Hong Chen's choice.

Hong Chen stood up, put his hands behind his back, patted his palms lightly with the fan, and spoke while pacing back and forth.

"The idea now pursued by the imperial court is 'learn the skills of the foreigners in order to control them'. Does anyone among you know where this saying comes from?"

The group of people who were angry just now suddenly looked at each other.

Huang Feihong lowered his head and drank his tea silently.

After a few seconds, Aunt Thirteen, who was standing next to her, raised her hand and said, "It's Mr. Wei Yuan's Illustrated Records of Maritime Countries."

"That's right! Aunt Thirteen is indeed a talent who has studied abroad." Hong Chen praised with a smile.

Aunt Thirteen smiled shyly.

Hong Chen continued: "The meaning of this sentence itself is correct. The court is also vigorously promoting the Westernization Movement. However, no matter how good the policy is, if it deviates from the main purpose when it is implemented, the result will inevitably be very different. The current court is like this. They seem to have forgotten the last three words of "learning from the foreigners to control the foreigners", or they are afraid of the foreigners' strong ships and powerful guns, so they are too weak in their attitude towards foreigners and forget about the people. That's why I think that even if we bring people from the government to find the foreigners, the government will not stand on the side of the people. They will even think that the people have brought it upon themselves, and those who help the people will become unreasonable and deliberately find fault. Brother, what do you think?"

Huang Feihong looked grim and clenched his fists, proving that he knew Hong Chen was not making up stories.

Even Liu Yongfu, a court minister who was dedicated to serving the people, was constantly criticized. Although Huang Feihong had some reputation among the people, what did it mean in front of court officials?

Although Zhu Rourong and others didn't quite understand, they at least understood that Hong Chen was not afraid to do anything, but he just didn't want to do it blindly and confusedly.

"Brother, I understand what you mean. If you have any suggestions, please tell me."

Hong Chen nodded and faced everyone.

"How many people are left in the militia?"

"Uncle Master, after the militia was disbanded, most people returned to their hometowns or went to other places to make a living. Now those who remain are basically locals, about 500 in number."

"That's enough. As civilians, if something happens, of course you should go to the government office first. When you go back, tell everyone to gather at the gate of the government office before sunrise tomorrow morning. But they must remain silent the whole time. You can bring weapons with you, but you must not act without orders."

For a moment, Zhu Rourong was stunned, and then ecstatic.

Huang Feihong almost spit out his tea when he heard this. He quickly stood up and grabbed Hong Chen: "Junior brother, what do you want to do?"

"Of course it is to solve the problem." Hong Chen said as a matter of course.

Huang Feihong's face twitched: "You have summoned so many people to the government office. What if they accuse us of treason..."

Hong Chen smiled even more happily: "Then let's do the opposite!"

(End of this chapter)