Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Bing Tai had countless wounds on his body, but it was nothing after being scratched a little by the costal deviation. However, the wave had woken up all of his alcohol.

"My lord, shall we go home and rest? "You haven't slept for a day and a night …" The knife drawing team member at the side asked out of concern.

"No need, I'm still excited right now, no need to rest. Let's go to the barracks to take a look now, all the brothers on the shift should have already gone back to rest. I'll go and see how they react to the Chinese Statute Book …"

Walking from the hillside to the knife drawing team Barracks at the outskirts of the city, the distance between them had to cross over half the city area. The entire city was in an uproar. People had all sorts of strange expressions on their faces. Some were excited, some were annoyed, some were dejected, and some were beaming with joy.

Along the way, they also met many familiar faces. The Keeper Niu of the Four Seas Trading Company stuck out his chest and crossed his stomach under the protection of a group of waiters as he walked through the streets, obviously not sitting on a palanquin and enjoying everyone's gaze.

According to Xiao Letian's original plan, he should have given the title of nobility with a gold, silver, or jade jade seal and badge to prove his identity as a noble.

Of course, Xiao Letian did not object to people showing off. On the contrary, he hoped that the nobles would show off their skills and show off their admiration for them. Only by doing this would people become more passionate.

The seal, the nobility medal, and the strict dress ribbons, as well as the special inscriptions and statues on the houses, these were all a representation of a noble's status, as well as the appearance of the Six Legacy Eighteen Regiments.

Xiao Letian did not have that much time to prepare. Last night's crowning ceremony was only to give everyone a personally signed bestowal order, and then, he had sealed it with the Prime Minister's seal.

Everyone had their own plots, so who wouldn't want to show off? But this thin page was really too small to be held on top of his head, right? Wouldn't that become a public complaint in the streets, it would be shameful if word of it got out.

But if there was nothing else to prove it, then who on the streets would know that they were nobility? Why was it so hard to show me off?

If not, he could get a dozen servants to make a white iron loudspeaker and shout across the street, "Who's the baron!?" Come and look... "It's that old man …"

F * ck, isn't this just showing off in public? Only criminals who go to the Caishikou to get beheaded would be treated like so, I will not do it. Aristocratic families had to maintain a low profile and be luxurious. They didn't even need to open their mouths to let others know their identities. This was a true expert.

What a clever person, especially this group of merchants such as Keeper Niu and Boss Mi. They suddenly remembered the idiom "buy a clam and pay the pearl back".

"That's right, don't I have this Prime Minister's bestowment? Furthermore, the people of Ryukyu already know about the existence of the rolled paper, wouldn't I just have to advertise this? "

Good heavens! Countless servants rushed into that tyrannical city's gold and silver shop, antique shop, pawn shop … Just look for the most expensive box, the more expensive the better.

The rosewood box that was originally filled with black pearls had been bought at a high price. The expensive pearls were poured into the leather pouch as if they were garbage. The box was polished and respectfully placed in the bestowment order.

Among the servants, there was a tall and handsome one, dressed in clean clothes and holding a box as he made a parade around him. After that, there were another ten or so servants circling around him.

This method was indeed effective, the group of people in Keeper Niu was the center of attention, the commoners that passed by all bowed in respect, this was a honor that they had never enjoyed in their eight lifetimes.

Bing Tai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought that his actions on the hillside was obvious enough, but he was way behind these merchants.

The guard next to him asked in a low voice, "Should we find a box and carry it?"

"Eight …" Are you an idiot? Is there anyone in Ryukyu who doesn't know me? Do I need to be so obvious? "Hurry and lead the horse to the barracks."

Along the way, he had seen too many people showing off, causing Bing Tai's heart to gradually calm down. When he returned to the familiar army camp, he discovered that none of the brothers who had been on duty all night had slept with you. The big dining hall had already prepared breakfast.

In such a sumptuous breakfast, not a single person could enjoy it. In the wide dining hall, almost all the soldiers were writing on their tables. Bing Tai looked over and saw that they were actually writing a set of Chinese applications.

"General? Salute! " Suddenly, someone noticed Bing Tai Lang, and all the soldiers in the cafeteria stood up and saluted him.

"Take a break!" Move freely... Why are you in such a hurry to write a Chinese application? The Grand Council has not been established yet, you can't really count on the Prime Minister, the person in charge of the temporary organizing committee, to give each soldier permission, right? "

"Don't worry. After a period of time, when both the Citizens' Assembly and the Parliament of the nobility are established, there will be someone specially responsible for contacting everyone …"

Bing Tai's persuasion had no effect on the soldiers. The basic officer soldiers laughed bitterly and said, "Sir … "No, no, no, it's time to call you your Lordship!"

"We can't wait! This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! You, Lord Yepingtai and the Lord Dragon Horse are already our idols, we will not fall behind, and use the blade in our hands to make a future for ourselves! "

"Yes, we don't dare to think too highly of such a title. To be able to become a noble means that one's ancestors have a spirit and is a wealthy person under the protection of Buddha!" But for us Knife Puller, we will follow the Prime Minister and risk our lives. It shouldn't be a problem for us to change our status to a citizen's! "

"Today we are applying to join the Chinese. When we go back to the Military Council, we will conduct military accounting for the achievements of each and every one of our veterans, and they will eventually become citizens. At that time, we will learn more and perhaps after retiring, we will become petty officials …"

"Our ideals aren't that great. We would be satisfied if we could become a police chief, a magistrate or something like that!" Or go to New barracks to be an instructor. I think you are qualified! "

Countless faces, eyes full of desire, hearts full of respect for the future, these samurai warriors from Fusang were completely focused on the Chinese.

Bing Tai knew that he could not persuade them anymore, and could only pat their shoulders and smile as he encouraged them. When he returned back to the command center, he discovered that Yepingtai and Sakamoto Ryoma had already been watching him from the window.

"The morale is still available! Mastermind available... The Prime Minister's Chinese decree was so popular among the army and civilians, I never would have thought that it would be so popular! " After Bing Tai entered the house, he took down the Katana with a smile.