The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 10 Oops, how come I drew him as the Bull Demon King riding a bicycle?
"What? Thief from the sky?" He Chun didn't understand at all. He knew that his good friend's brother was not a serious person and loved to joke, so he asked Jiang Zhongyuan beside him, "Min Qiao, what did Yuan Bao say?"

"That's the one, that one." Jiang Zhongyuan looked around and found that there was no outsider, so he lowered his voice and said to He Chun, "Yuting, do you know that Heavenly Father Emperor?"

"I know!" He Chun nodded, "Isn't that just a lie made up by the long-haired thieves to trick the ignorant and untouchables into joining the rebellion?"

Jiang Zhongyuan frowned deeply, "Yuting, that Heavenly Father God is probably not made up!"

"It's not made up? Could it be?"

"It's true!" Yuan Bao said with fear, "Master He, I, Master Jiang, and many of my brothers saw it with our own eyes!"

"Did you really see the Heavenly Father? No, you saw Changmao's thief father in the sky?" He Chun's eyeballs almost popped out when he asked the question. He and Changmao had been fighting each other for such a long time, but he never thought that Changmao really had a Heavenly Father in the sky!
"No, I didn't see the long-haired thief father in heaven," Yuan Bao explained, "I saw the demons that the long-haired thief father in heaven sent down to the mortal world!"

"Demon?" He Chun still felt that Yuan Bao was unreliable, so he looked at Jiang Zhongyuan again, "Min Qiao."

Jiang Zhongyuan nodded and said, "It's true! Riding on purple thunder, driving a flying car, descending from the sky."

"Wait, purple thunder?" He Chun was shocked, "Is it a purple thunder ball?"

It turned out that He Chun also saw the thunder ball that sent Luo Yaoguo over, but he was far away from the battlefield and did not see that there was a person inside the thunder ball.

"Yes, yes! That demon came out of that purple lightning ball!"

"You saw it, sir. It was terrifying."

Jiang Zhongyuan and Yuan Bao nodded repeatedly, and then they repeated the story one after another, adding some exaggeration to He Hechun's account of how Luo Yaoguo fell from the sky and then rode a magic bicycle to break the Qing army's artillery formation, causing the Qing army's morale to waver and the Taiping army to collectively go berserk.

He Chun was dripping with sweat on his forehead. When he heard that Yuan Bao was hit by the "demon" driving his car and both the man and the demon were injured, he looked at Yuan Bao with admiration and gave him a thumbs up, saying, "Yuan Bao, so you knocked the demon out of the car? You are Baturu! By the way, did you catch the demon?"

"No," Yuan Bao said with a look of fear, "I had just knocked him off the flying car when a fierce female general with long hair came with a group of female soldiers and boy soldiers to kill me. If I hadn't pretended to be dead in time, they would have rushed to carry away the demon and the car. I... I am now a loyal hero of the Qing Dynasty!"

"What a pity." After hearing Yuan Bao's words, He Chun first breathed a sigh of relief - this monster didn't seem to be very powerful, and then muttered.

"Master He, what do you mean by 'what a pity'?" Yuan Baoze misunderstood what he meant and asked He Chun with wide eyes.

He Chun knew that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "It's a pity that we didn't catch the demon. I don't have any evidence, so it's hard to report the achievement to you!"

"Proof? Yes!" Yuan Bao said, and he took out the bag containing the mooncake gift box, "Here it is!"

"This is." Hechun looked at the pocket carefully.

You can tell at first glance that this pocket is not from this mortal world!
I can't tell what material it is made of? It must be very expensive!

There is also a picture of Chang'e flying to the moon painted on this pocket. Regardless of whether the painting is good or not, Hechun can't tell what kind of paint was used.

Lord He Chunhe was born in a wealthy family of the Zhenghuang Banner. His surname was Hesheli, and he was a descendant of Xifu, the elder brother of Soni, the regent minister of Emperor Kangxi. His family had been rich for more than 200 years. What good things had he not seen? But none of them could compare to the pocket that held the mooncake gift box.
"There's more!" Yuan Bao said as he took out a mooncake gift box from Lianxianglou. "Master He, take a look at this."

"Oh, this box." He Chun took the mooncake gift box with both hands and looked at it carefully. "Lianxianglou, a famous mooncake brand, a time-honored Chinese brand, founded in... What is this word?"

He Chun saw four Arabic numerals and didn't recognize them. So he waved to his Shaoxing lawyer and said, "Master Zhou, come over here and take a look. What are these four characters?"

An old man in his fifties, wearing a long gown, a melon-shaped hat, and a thin face, with a white braid on the back of his head and a pair of glasses on his nose, came over waving a folding fan. He glanced at the four Arabic numerals pointed at by Hechun and immediately said with a smile, "Reporting to Mr. Dong, these four are foreign numbers. In our language, they are one thousand eight hundred and eighty-nine."

"It was founded in 1889." He Chun asked, "Is this the Western calendar?"

Master Zhou nodded and said, "Mr. Dong, you are wise. This is indeed the Western way of counting years. As far as I know, Westerners use the year of Jesus' birth as the first year. This year is already 1852. This 1889th year is... 37 years later!" "37 years later?" He Chun was stunned. "This is a mooncake made 37 years later? I have to open my eyes."

As he spoke, he wanted to pry open the tin box to see, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried - the mooncake box was sealed with transparent tape, and of course it couldn't be opened without tearing off the tape.

"Master He," Yuan Bao reminded from the side, "this box can't be opened. I guess we need to chant some kind of spell to open it."

"You need to chant a spell?" He Chun said, "Then this mooncake box is a magic weapon!"

"Student congratulates Mr. Dong!" When Master Zhou heard what Hechun said, he already waved a paper fan to congratulate Hechun.

"Congratulations?" He Chun was stunned. "Master, what good news do I have?"

"Of course it was you, Lord Jiang, and Lord Yuan who defeated the Taiping rebels in Shuitang Bay, destroyed the demons, and seized a magic weapon." Master Zhou smiled and gave a thumbs up, "This is a great achievement!"

"That makes sense!" He Chun laughed immediately. "The battle of Suoyidu Shuitangwan was indeed a great victory. I must report the victory to the Emperor and Attorney General Saishang Asai!"

"Master He," Yuan Bao still felt a little guilty, and reminded in a low voice, "Master He, it seems that we didn't win the battle of Minoyidu!"

He Chun glared at Yuan Bao and said, "Why didn't you win? Is Chang Mao now blocked by us at Suoyifaluo?"

"Ah, it is indeed blocked."

"What did we gain from the battle of Suoyiferry?" Hechun asked again.

"No less than 500 enemies were killed!" Jiang Zhongyuan quickly stretched out his hand and slapped him. "Yuting, this is a real number!"

He Chun nodded: "Five hundred times ten. Five thousand is not too much, right?"

"Not too much, absolutely not too much!" Jiang Zhongyuan replied.

Although he was a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, he had done a lot of things to deceive the emperor these days. Otherwise, how could he be promoted so quickly? It has only been a few days? He has been promoted from county magistrate to prefectural magistrate! How can he not deceive the emperor?
How can we make progress if we don't deceive the emperor? If we really report the truth, then Sai Zhongtang, Zhou Futai, Xiang Junmen, and He Chunhe Zongzhen will all be beheaded and sent into exile!
Therefore, Jiang Zhongyuan was also involved in such matters as concealing defeat and turning it into victory, and multiplying the results of the battle by ten!

"Was the demon defeated by Yuan Bao?" Hechun asked again.

"That's right!" Jiang Zhongyuan pointed at the box of mooncakes, "All the magic weapons have been seized, so of course we lost!"

He Chun nodded and said, "Isn't that enough? Master Zhou, you write the memorial and report to the emperor and Mr. Sai!"

"I will start drafting right away!" Master Zhou took Hechun's order with a smile, and then said, "Mr. Dong, I know a little bit about fine brushwork and line drawing. Why don't I draw two pictures of demons according to Mr. Yuan's description and send them to His Majesty and Sai Zhongtang?"

"Okay!" He Chun nodded, "Yuan Bao, quickly tell Master Zhou what that demon that fell from the sky looks like!"

"twitter!"

Yuan Bao hurriedly responded. He listened to He Chun and Jiang Zhongyuan talking about a lot of things. Suddenly, he felt that he had defeated the demons and should report his achievements. The last Baturu of their Guaerjia clan was Aobai!
Master Zhou was also very skillful. He immediately spread out the rice paper, prepared the ink, and took a thin long brush to prepare for artistic creation: "Master Yuan, please tell me, what does the demon look like?"

Yuan Bao thought for a moment and said to Master Zhou, "The demon is quite tall, wearing a yellow robe and a yellow hat with what looks like a pair of rabbit ears. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and no beard. He rides a two-wheeled vehicle with two wheels, one in front and one behind, and a seat in the middle."

"Okay! Lord Yuan, take a look, is this it?" Master Zhou wrote quickly and finished the painting in a short while.

Yuan Bao came over to take a look and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my, how come it turned out to be a Bull Demon King riding a bicycle?"

(End of this chapter)