The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Upon seeing the old master, Little Fatty immediately stepped forward to bow and took out a packet of tea and a calligraphy brush from his bag.

"Master, your student has come to present you with a gift for your studies!"

"Today is New Year's Day, and everyone outside is wearing new clothes. Look how cute my little bunny backpack is! My mom embroidered it for me!"

As the chubby boy spoke, he completely disregarded the old teacher's expression and even took out a new calendar from his schoolbag.

"Oh, by the way, today His Majesty the Emperor issued a new imperial calendar, which features the twelve zodiac animals. He also said that we Han people have a history of 1,876 years. My father asked me to bring this, saying that you scholars like this!"

"Furthermore, Master, how did those Manchu barbarians manage to get into Beijing? My father said they tricked us into coming in under the pretense of 'liberating the Ming Dynasty'!"

"You agree, don't you?"

Faced with the chubby boy's innocent question, the old master was furious and wished he could stab him with a knife. However, now that his master had left, he could only greet him with a smile, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The victor writes history, the loser writes the story. I've heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty wasn't a good person either. He was a Mongol who burned, killed, and looted his way from the grasslands. Last year, because the Qing Dynasty was fighting a war in the southwest, he was able to take advantage of the situation, invade Beijing, and become emperor!"

Although the chubby boy was fat, he wasn't stupid. He suddenly noticed that his teacher was different today, with a sour feeling about him, and immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"But only when the current emperor came to Beijing were we able to get back the fifty acres of land that the Manchu dogs had seized from my family. Otherwise, my family would still be serving as slaves to the Plain White Banner soldiers!"

"Even I didn't have the chance to go to school, and my sister was going to be bought by the Manchu bannermen to be their maid!"

The chubby boy kept calling the Manchus "dogs" and the Eight Banners "dogs," which infuriated the tutor, a bondservant, to the point that his fists, hidden in his wide sleeves, were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

"The fox's tail will always be revealed eventually; whether it's truly good or just a facade, the truth will always come out!"

"You have no classes today, New Year's Day. You can go home now!"

The chubby boy frowned upon hearing this.

Could it be that the emperor of the Han Dynasty was really a bad person?

So, those Manchu barbarians were the good guys?

However, the chubby boy was still young, and he quickly forgot about it. He put his little schoolbag on his back, swayed as he walked out of the school, and headed home.

Seeing the chubby boy leave, the old master immediately closed the school and sneaked through the streets and alleys, arriving at a teahouse not long after.

Inside was a storyteller, who looked to be about fifty years old, holding a storytelling clapper in his hand.

"Speaking of which, Emperor Zhao Gou of the Song Dynasty, as a Han Chinese emperor, was incompetent and foolish. He issued twelve imperial edicts ordering Yue Fei to return to Kaifeng, and then used Qin Hui to kill him!"

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"Zhao Gou, as a Han Chinese emperor, made concessions to the Jin dynasty, sacrificing the people's hard-earned money to secure his own throne. Poor people of the Great Song Dynasty!!"

The common people below were not very educated and did not understand, so they immediately felt that Zhao Gou, this Han emperor, was too ruthless, actually taking their tax money to give to the Jin people for nothing.

Those with bad tempers might as well stand up and yell.

"Is this the emperor of my Han people? He's so weak and incompetent! Are we really no match for the Jin dynasty?"

There are also compound compounds below.

"Exactly, exactly, could the current emperor of the Han Dynasty become just like Zhao Gou?"

The storyteller, who had been paying attention, immediately showed delight upon hearing this discussion and became even more enthusiastic in his narration.

Although the story was about Yue Fei, it kept mentioning that Zhao Gou was a Han Chinese emperor. Some passing merchants overheard this but remained indifferent, not wanting to get involved.

Squeak!

Just as the storyteller was about to embellish the story, he heard a mouse squeaking backstage. However, the sound seemed too loud to be a mouse's squeaking. He immediately remembered that today was a gathering of servants, so he slammed his storytelling clapper down.

"That concludes today's story of Yue Fei. In the next episode, we'll discuss which aspect of the Ming Dynasty emperors listened to the Han people and which led to the death of Yu Qian, the Junior Protector, who was resisting the Mongols."

After the storyteller left, he looked around and then entered a private room. Inside were well-known cultural figures from Beijing, including scholars, actors, and the storyteller himself, totaling more than twenty people.

When the teacher saw that almost everyone had arrived, his face immediately turned angry, and he smashed the teacup in his hand.

"These Han dogs in Beijing are becoming increasingly aware. If their masters were to retake Beijing in the future, they might not be able to control them. What do you think we should do?"

Upon hearing this, the storyteller closed his folding fan, revealing a mysterious and unfathomable expression.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! As long as the common people are confused, that's fine. Today I'm telling that story of Yue Fei, embellishing it and including the Han emperor. Won't those people continue to hate the Han emperor?"

"As long as our masters can fight back, we servants will be able to rise above others again."

Upon hearing this, everyone else smiled. One of them, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, had a rather effeminate appearance and was clearly an actor. He grinned widely.

"It seems our opera troupe needs to revise the Yue Fei story more. If it's to get our masters back, we might as well just sing it for those Han dogs for nothing!"

boom! ! !

The wooden door was kicked open and shattered. A man dressed in a centurion's uniform, carrying a flintlock pistol and holding a long sword walked in. He looked like Pan Feng, and the chubby boy from the school was with him.

"His Majesty the Emperor has saved the people from suffering, and now he's merely issuing an imperial calendar, and you scoundrels are already stirring up trouble. Aren't you Han Chinese?"

After Pan Feng finished speaking, he threw his long sword forcefully, and it stuck directly into the window. It turned out that the old scholar was trying to escape.

The chubby boy next to him saw the old master and immediately grabbed Pan Feng's big hand and shook it wildly.

"Brother-in-law, that's him!"

"Today when I went to deliver the tuition fees, when I mentioned the Eight Banners dogs, the teacher looked very unhappy and even said that our Emperor is some kind of fox who can't hide his tail!"

Pan Feng was delighted to hear him call her "brother-in-law".

Pan Feng is the future brother-in-law of the chubby boy. He originally wanted to see his wife during the New Year's Day holiday, but he ran into the chubby boy who looked depressed. He learned what had happened during their conversation.

Pan Feng, who had been deeply influenced by patriotism in the army, was instantly enraged and took the chubby boy to the school to argue with the old teacher.

Finding that no one was there, he took his brother-in-law out for a nice meal. They happened to run into the old man acting suspiciously, so they followed him to this private room.

Upon hearing this, the old scholar's expression froze. Just when Pan Feng thought he was about to fight to the death, the old scholar suddenly slid down to his knees and landed in front of Pan Feng.

"Sir, we are all law-abiding citizens!"

"The reason we're gathered together is to discuss adapting the biography of Yue Fei!"

Pan Feng had been outside the door the whole time, and he had heard their conversation clearly.

"If you have something to say, go to the yamen (government office)!"

call out!

Suddenly, a cold arrow flew by!