Chapter 318 Just hope, one foot is enough to wake them up!
Hearing Liang Pengfei's comments on the court, Pan Youdu was really speechless. However, what Liang Pengfei said was indeed not wrong. Not to mention Nanyang, today's Annan, although he is nominally the head of King Li, in fact, Annan's Manchu dynasty, the military and the financial, military and political power of the whole country are all firmly in control. In the hands of Liang Pengfei's subordinates, almost every day, Chinese people enter Annan through the border of Guangdong and Guangxi to obtain land and farm tools, where they cultivate production and livelihood, as well as the forced sinicization. Pan Youdu believes that it will not be used much, and the name of Annan can be cancelled, and it can be directly called Annan Province. .
But even so, Guangdong and Guangxi, which are adjacent to Annan, know almost nothing about the political changes in Annan. Even if they hear that Annan promotes Chinese and promotes Chinese characters, it is only the king of Li who is grateful for the restoration of the kingdom of the heavenly dynasty and imitates the country of the suzerain.
Liang Pengfei exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the smoke rolling indoors, and said indifferently. My father-in-law is relieved. The court can't control it, and they won't care about the affairs of those barbarians and small countries. Otherwise, how can they entrust the diplomatic rights that should belong to the country to your father-in-law to do business with you? Unless one day, those people touch their roots and bombard their gates, they will be surprised. It turns out that those barbarians are also quite powerful. Liang Pengfei's tone was full of sarcasm. Even so, I'm afraid it's difficult for them to wake up.
"I said, virtuous son-in-law, why do I become more and more confused by what you say?" Pan Youdu moved his body uneasily and looked at this seemingly tired son-in-law, who was as dangerous as a tiger lying on the couch.
His couch is the couch in the court. Pan Youdu doesn't know when, Liang Pengfei will suddenly stretch out his ferocious fangs and cold claws to the court. Although Pan Youdu has already made it clear that his son-in-law's ambition is within his reach, he still has his mind. After all, since the establishment of the Qing Dynasty, the uprisings have been one after another. The problem is that no one can successfully overthrow the court.
Nowadays, Pan Youdu really can't see any opportunity for Liang Pengfei to overthrow the court. Moreover, in Pan Youdu's thinking, although Liang Pengfei is proud overseas and invincible in Nanyang, after all, it is Nanyang, not the land of Kyushu. Will the people in the world regard their son-in-law as the lord of the world?
At least, Pan Youdu doesn't think so. Even in private, when talking to Ye Shanglin about Liang Pengfei, Ye Shanglin also meant the same. However, all this can only be solved by himself. Pan Youdu believes that he is a good businessman, but politics is really not his strength. What he can do is to bet his family name on Liang Pengfei.
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"Father-in-law, the British mission to Yanjing has left Beijing. None of their requirements have been fulfilled, do you know?" Liang Pengfei tilted the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.
"Of course I don't know. What, isn't it? You mean that those British envoys will be angry because of this, and then... It's unlikely. Although it's like the military discipline of today's court, after all, the millions of soldiers in the court are there. Over the years, the court has never stopped fighting, and I'm afraid there will be no fewer veterans who dare to work hard. A small envoy, do you dare to do this? Pan Youdu first scared Liang Pengfei's words. After thinking about it for a while, he said it carefully.
"If it's just a mission, of course they don't dare, but if there is a whole East India Company behind them, 4,000 British troops, 30,000 Indian servants, and 41 large and small naval warships, nearly twice that of the Dutch colonial navy, you say, Do they dare? Liang Pengfei's rhetorical question made Pan Youdu stunned at first and said again. But your son-in-law, you didn't fight in Nanyang. You are so powerful that you should be able to deter those Western colonists. Do the British still dare?
Liang Pengfei couldn't help laughing: "Father-in-law, you know my identity, but the British don't know. Besides, the British envoy's attack have made them see how strong the navy in this country is. And those emperors of Qianlong were so arrogant that they could not add up, and even had the ability to quarrel for nearly a month for the salute of the British envoys. In the end, they rejected all the conditions of those British. They had been full of fire for a long time. At this time, their son-in-law was ready to pour another spoonful of oil to let them not catch it. Crazy."
"What kind of rolling oil?" Pan Youdu couldn't wait to ask.
"Of course, it was Prince Pleasant, the niece of Lord Dundaas, chairman of the East India Company Oversight Committee, and his companion Ham and the heads of 178 British sailors. Of course, they were marinated with salt and lime and placed in a large box. I also specially used Massey, the Spanish governor of Luzon. Luo's name is to be forwarded to the members of the British Mission at the right time. Speaking of this, the bad smile on Liang Pengfei's face became more and more obvious.
"My God!" Although Pan Youdu has never believed in ghosts and gods, now in front of Liang Pengfei, Pan Youdu feels that his beloved son-in-law is really bad. Compared with him, he can get a good man card. What benefits can you have if you do this?
"It's not good. It's not good. My son-in-law really disdains to do it, because I think it's a waste for the Spaniards to occupy such a large area of Luzon." Liang Pengfei smiled with cunning and greed, like a thug who had just blown up the door of the bank vault.
Looking at Liang Pengfei, Pan Youdu was speechless for a while. It seemed that his son-in-law's appetite was really good. It was surprisingly good.
"Spain and Britain are feuds. I just let the hatred between them deepen a little more. In addition, the rich mineral deposits on Luzon Island have been coveted for a long time. Previously, it was because I was not strong enough to annex, but now it is different. Therefore, my consideration will naturally be different than before. Liang Pengfei put away his ugly face for a long time and said solemnly.
"I want to use Yingyi's hand to kick the buttocks of this nation fiercely to make them understand that the way of the kingdom of heaven seems a little outdated now. Moreover, I want to take the opportunity to kill the strength of the British in the East, so that they will stab me from behind my buttocks when I deal with the Qing Dynasty. At least let them have no way to threaten my back road, my back garden, for two to three years. Liang Pengfei took a vicious sip of the cigar and squeaked the head of the cigar. I have put a few nails in their mission. With their help, this kick will definitely be heavy enough. I just hope that one foot will be enough to wake them up.
"Then aren't you afraid of kicking the court to wake up?" Pan Youdu pondered for a long time before he asked.
"Of course I'm not afraid." The smile on Liang Pengfei's face seemed extremely calm. This court is already hard to return. It has been broken to the bone, and the internal organs are all rotten. They don't even have the determination to rectify the governance of the officials in the world, let alone change the world? After all, the master of the Manchu Qing Dynasty is to make plans for the moths of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. As long as the world is not chaotic, everything will be fine for them. So, I'm not afraid." At the last sentence, Liang Pengfei was already proud. His words made Sun Shijie, Ni Ming and others excited.
And Pan Youdu, who thought for a long time, smiled bitterly and said, "In your eyes, you see the world and the future. In my eyes, but I only see those money and silk..."
When Pan Youdu left, he had put aside all the burdens. Thinking about it, he had such a hanging son-in-law, and he was still afraid of hair?
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One head, two heads, when the heads of 190 white people fell out of the huge wooden box, the whole deck of the Lion seemed so silent, and there was a neat sound of vomiting resounding through the deck.
The faces of the white people are full of panic and despair, and there is still some ferociousness of opening their mouths and shouting when they are dying.
"God, my God..." Macartney's hands covered his face, but he couldn't cover his gray eyes full of panic and astonishment.
Sandong rushed directly on the side of the ship and vomited very hard, as if he was working hard for the rumination of his stomach. His son, Xiao Sdangdong, stared at the heads marinated with lime and salt rolling out of the overturned box more than a dozen steps away. His mouth shivered, but he couldn't make a single sound.
At this time, a Chinese interpreter Liang Sanhuai came over. His big hand gently covered the little Si Dangdong's eyes and whispered to comfort the child who was only 12 years old. Among several Chinese interpreters, he has the best relationship with Xiao Sidangdong and is also the most trusted by Xiao Sidangdong. At this moment, his appearance has given Xiaosi Dangdong great psychological comfort.
Xiao Si Dangdong closed his eyes, hugged Liang Sanhuai's waist tightly, and buried his head in his arms, as if the interpreter could give him enough security.
"Teacher, why is that?" After regaining his composure, Xiao Si Dangdong asked Liang Sanhuai. Who is so terrible to cut off the head? Aren't they afraid of God's punishment?
Looking at the student's clear eyes, Liang Sanhuai's face showed a strange smile: "It's these dead guys who should be afraid of God's punishment, not those who cut off their heads."
"Why, did they do something wrong?" Xiaosdangdong's Chinese is now extremely fluent.
"Of course, if they do something wrong, they should take responsibility. Just like your Western burning, burning people alive, compared with just cutting off their heads, this already represents the mercy of the perpetrators." Liang Sanhuai half squatted and whispered in Xiao Sidangdong's ear.
Xiao Sidang nodded as if he didn't understand. What he didn't know was that the crimes committed by these people were enough in Liang Pengfei's eyes!
(to be continued)