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Chapter 291 Zhu Houzhao: The Chinese Americans are stunned! People in America are fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty!
Mott Street, New York.

In the evening, the sunlight from the west coast shines on rows of messy low houses, smoke rises from everywhere, and the aroma of fried food wafts through the air.

This is the urban-rural fringe of New York's suburbs, but... it displays an exotic style that is different from New York.

Because there are no faces of other skin colors here, only yellow-skinned Chinese.

This is the earliest Chinese community in New York, but it is not yet Chinatown.

According to New York history, the first Chinese to come to New York to make a living were those who arrived in 1849, along with the gold rush, and mainly gathered in the suburbs of these three urban-rural fringe areas of New York.

At this time, a group of uninvited guests came to the winding path of the smelly drainage channel.

This made the locals who were leaning against the shack, washing clothes and cooking, stop what they were doing involuntarily. An old lady also quickly pulled her child in the middle of the road back home, showing caution.

The children who were playing also hurried back to their nests like frightened birds under the scolding of their parents.

One of the children, who had no pants on his lower body, fell down in the middle of the road because he couldn't react in time. He was about to be caught up by the group of people, and the child started crying nervously.

"Hehe, kid, don't cry, we are not bad people."

Zhu Houzhao gently pulled the child up, and faced the bewildered child, he took out a candy like a magician: "Here, I'll give you a candy, it's delicious."

The little boy stopped crying, looked at the candy in Zhu Houzhao's hand, then looked at his nervous parents beside him. Zhu Houzhao also gave a bright smile to his nervous parents.

The parents nodded repeatedly, and the child took the candy from Zhu Houzhao's hand, rushed home, hid behind his parents, and quietly looked at Zhu Houzhao and the other strangers.

Zhu Houzhao moved his nose and smiled, "What a mellow chicken soup taste, a familiar taste."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I didn't expect to see so many compatriots in America."

Wang Shouren also sighed. Looking at this group of people, he felt a sense of familiarity in this foreign country, especially the smell of cooking in the air, which made his stomach growl.

There is no way. Everything is good in America right now, except the food.

They had been eating very little these days, and when they suddenly smelled a familiar scent, their memories were brought back.

"Perhaps, we can have a little treat today?"

Zhu Houzhao stood up and looked at the group of people walking towards him quickly.

"A distinguished guest has arrived. I am sorry that Wu Anliang failed to welcome you in person. I hope you will forgive me!"

A short young man in his early thirties, wearing training clothes, appeared in front of Zhu Houzhao and his group with a group of about ten equally strong men. Before they arrived, they raised their hands to greet them from afar.

"Are you the head of this Chinese community?"

Zhu Houzhao didn't move, but Wang Shouren spoke.

"I don't deserve it, I just got everyone's approval and was elected to take charge of this area temporarily. When you are away from home, it is the villagers who think highly of me. I wonder if these distinguished guests..."

Wu Anliang could naturally tell that Zhu Houzhao and his group of more than 30 people were extraordinary from their attire, especially when he immediately found the young master Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao's noble aura needs no introduction, everyone knows he is the leader.

"You can call me Wang Shouren, this is our general, you can call him General Zhu."

Wang Shouren introduced himself and also introduced Zhu Houzhao.

"General?!"

The people around exclaimed, obviously not expecting Zhu Houzhao to be a general at such a young age. Then they wondered, what general?
As for Wang Shouren's name, they simply ignored it. Most ordinary people didn't know Wang Shouren, but the generals had a deep understanding of him.

Wu Anliang and others had already noticed that this group of people were full of murderous intent. After getting the answer all of a sudden, they became even more alert.

"Commoner Wu Anliang pays homage to General Xiao Zhu!"

Although this was American territory, he was still Chinese, and his inherent fear of power suddenly emerged. He immediately changed his posture and prepared to kneel down to welcome Zhu Houzhao.

"No need... I just came to see you guys."

"Wu Anliang, can you show me around here?"

Zhu Houzhao did not accept it. He took the lead and bypassed Wu Anliang, looking at the Chinese community curiously.

They were trying to develop a rebel group, and then one of their men came to report that Chinese people had also been found in New York.

Thinking that it would be the same whether to let the American people rebel or the Chinese rebel, he came here in person to give it a try.

If - the situation is good, it would be nice to be able to develop a Chinese dynasty here.

After all, Zhu Houzhao had long learned from the time-space overseas students Wen Peng and Qian Erqiang that in the future there would be a large number of Chinese in the United States, and that they would be poorly treated.

He had had this question long ago: the Chinese have always been a restless people with a long history of rebellion. In the past few decades or hundreds of years, have they never revolted and founded a country in America?

Now that he had the chance, he wanted to learn more about it.

"Okay, General, please... It's too messy and chaotic here, General, please be careful."

Wu Anliang immediately took Zhu Houzhao and Wang Shouren to stroll around these three streets. Although he was not sure what Zhu Houzhao and the others were doing, they obviously looked like someone not to be trifled with. So he could only suppress his doubts and treat them well first.

"It's okay...Wu Anliang, how many people are there here?"

Zhu Houzhao walked, looked around and asked.

"To answer the general's question, there are about 1,500 people here. They are all folks who came here to pan for gold in the early years, as well as compatriots who suffered in other places. You should know that our status and treatment in America are not good. The only way we can resist is to stick together..."

Wu Anliang answered while testing.

"One thousand five hundred people, that's a little too few!"

Zhu Houzhao sighed and said, "Do you know how many Chinese people there are in America now, people like you?"

"This... 30,000, 50,000? General, I can't get the exact number. After all, America is too big, and we don't actually have much communication with Chinese people in other places." Wu Anliang answered honestly.

Thirty thousand or fifty thousand, just these few people... Zhu Houzhao frowned slightly, these few people were really too few.

"Do you know that there is a civil war going on in America right now?"

Zhu Houzhao simply asked directly.

"I know..." Wu Anliang hesitated even more.

"We are the Chinese army participating in the civil war!" Zhu Houzhao revealed his cards directly.

"What……"

Wu Anliang and the others were shocked for a moment, then complimented: "General, you have great ambitions. You will surely stand out on the battlefield, achieve great achievements, and have your wives and children honored!"

These people must be here to conscript men. Wu Anliang flattered them, but he felt a little uneasy.

"Haha... if you make a name for yourself, you will be given titles for your wife and children! Then do you know... which side we are on?" Zhu Houzhao smiled, wanting to scare this man.

Wu Anliang and the people behind him trembled and their breathing stopped.

"General...you, you...don't joke with me."

The federal army would definitely not ask this question, but they were afraid that it would be the Confederate army, which would be more terrifying than capturing them as soldiers.

"Haha, I'm kidding! I'm telling you the truth! We are the Confederate Army! I'm the mighty general of President Lincoln of the Confederate States! Now I'm under the order of President Lincoln to launch a surprise attack on New York!"

Zhu Houzhao's words completely froze everyone in the entire block. Wu Anliang and the dozen or so strong men behind him all retreated in fear, and Wu Anliang even fell down in fear.

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop throughout the entire block.

There is no way. Chinese people understand this concept and are afraid of war and disasters deep down.

Now they know that Zhu Houzhao and his men are coming to attack New York on behalf of the Allied Powers, so they... are enemies.

"Pfft!"

"General! We are not Americans! We didn't do anything to help the Northerners! I hope the general will spare us for the sake of our compatriots!"

"We are really a group of good people! We don't know how to fight! We don't have much money... We don't even have women..."

Wu Anliang reacted and knelt down quickly. For a moment, words like massacre kept coming out of his mind, and he became more convinced of one thought: No way, is America going to change dynasties so soon?
The Qing Dynasty invaded the country... they would lose their heads even if they kept their hair, and massacred New York... Hiss, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and sweat soaked his whole body.

As soon as he knelt, everyone knelt down one after another and kowtowed continuously. It was obvious that they all thought the same as he did.

"Ugh……"

This kind of scene made Zhu Houzhao sigh directly. He wanted to say that these people were spineless and had no ambition, but looking at the cautious look of these people, he felt that it was impossible to expect these people to produce talents? It was not easy for them to live here.

"Okay! I won't tease you anymore..."

"Hurry up and serve us all the good wine, good food and good meat!"

“Let’s eat and talk!”

Zhu Houzhao stopped teasing them, but still wanted to eat his hometown food.

Such intimidation naturally made Wu Anliang and his men dare not neglect it. They immediately prepared wine and food, and even caught and killed a chicken on the spot, which made some villagers feel distressed.

Zhu Houzhao and others did not stop him. As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he would naturally not eat for free. It would be enough for him to compensate them with tens of thousands of kilograms of grain after eating.

Anyway, after a busy hour, Wu Anliang and his team prepared the meal very quickly.

As for the poisoning, Zhu Houzhao's Jinyiwei were watching the whole process.

"It smells good! Wang Shouren, eat it!"

"Everyone eat first..."

"Wang Shouren, just tell them."

The dishes were served. Although they were not delicately presented, they were already the best that could be found in this gathering area. Zhu Houzhao certainly did not hesitate to eat them and at the same time left the task of explaining to Wang Shouren.

"Okay, Village Chief Wu, we don't mean any harm..."

"The general came here today mainly to ask you to help us..."

Wang Shouren talked while eating and told them the purpose of their visit.

It would have been better if they didn’t say anything. Once they said it... everything that Wu Anliang and the others had thought came true.

This is the kind of thing where they are being recruited as soldiers, or being forced to rebel immediately. They are good American citizens, but now they are being forced to rebel, and may even be used as cannon fodder in sieges.

"General... We, we really can't do this!"

"General...we..."

After knowing this, they became even more panicked and wanted to refuse, and everyone fell to their knees.

"No! Are there any different species of kings, princes, generals or ministers? Have you forgotten the teachings of our ancestors? Are those white people born to live in big houses, wear fine clothes and eat delicious food? Don't you want to live a better life and enslave those white people under your feet?"

After the meal, Zhu Houzhao scolded them directly and looked at them with disappointment.

"General... I want to, but... but this is not realistic. There are too many white people! Even if we... we..."

Wu Anliang and his men still tried their best to refuse. They knew that even if they captured New York, they simply did not have so many talented people to use. They were not the Eight Banners and had no experience in enslavement.

They don't even dare to think of living in a big villa in America and enjoying fine food and clothing.

"There are so many white people!? Are there as many Han people as when the Qing army entered the pass?"

"That Aisin-Gioro family, didn't they enslave so many people with just a few thousand people?!"

"Have you lost the passion left in the Han people's bodies? Are you born to be slaves?"

When talking about this, Zhu Houzhao naturally got angry. The historical future of entering the Pass made him unhappy every time he thought about it.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't control America... After the matter is accomplished, this general will personally lead our American army and fight back to the Central Plains! Are you born to like being dogs in America? Don't you want to return home in glory and restore the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Houzhao's curses and questioning made these people lower their heads in shame, and then... remained indifferent.

They don't have such big ideals, and they can't eat up Zhu Houzhao's big pie.

However, you have to eat even if you can't eat it.

Zhu Houzhao came not to discuss with them, but to inform them.

After eating and drinking, a group of people were left to watch over them, asking them to quickly organize an army and then take them to attack the city hall the next day!

Facing such a domineering Zhu Houzhao.

Wu Anliang and his friends were in tears and could not sleep the whole night. Everyone felt as if they were facing the end of their lives and had lost their parents.

They could never imagine what kind of enormous wealth would fall into their hands.

"Your Majesty, are you really planning to establish a branch of the Ming Dynasty in America, and then...let the branch of the Ming Dynasty mature under Lincoln's care, and then attack the Qing Dynasty?"

On the way back, Wang Shouren figured out Zhu Houzhao's intention through a series of words from Zhu Houzhao.

"Wang Shouren, you understand me! But I didn't expect these Han people to be so spineless... They don't even dare to resist the United States. I expect them to fight against the Qing Dynasty, but I'm afraid it will take a long time!"

The idea was beautiful, but Zhu Houzhao knew it was unrealistic.

But he really hopes that these overseas Chinese can be a little tougher so that he can give them all-round support. It would be weird if they were all hopeless.

"Your Majesty, I think we should take this matter step by step. I think Wu Anliang and the others are just afraid of us... He is a talented person who can organize so many Chinese people to work together in a foreign country. He may just lack experience. If he has more experience, he may be able to shoulder your expectations."

Wang Shouren gave his opinion objectively and did not refute Zhu Houzhao's idea.

Because Zhu Houzhao's idea is very likely to be realized.

As long as Zhu Houzhao helped Lincoln to unify America again, he asked Lincoln to allocate a piece of land to the Ming Dynasty as a vassal state, gather the Han people in America, and then borrow the power of Lincoln and presidents from other time and space, it might not be impossible to counterattack the Qing Dynasty from America.

"Wang Shouren, since you said so, you will be responsible for leading them in tomorrow's operation, training them, and giving them courage."

Wang Shouren's stability was naturally useful. Zhu Houzhao soon stopped taking this matter to heart. After all, it was just a flash of inspiration, and he made a move out of mischief, so he didn't have high expectations.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Wang Shouren took this matter to heart. After all, after knowing the history, he also had such a dream.

Besides, if they could lead Americans to rebel, why couldn’t they lead Han Americans to rebel against the Qing Dynasty?

(End of this chapter)