The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 398: Restoring Jiangnan Makes My Clothes Reappear
Jiangsu Province, Yangtze River Estuary, Chongming Island.

Lan Yuanmei, the general of Susong Town, was sitting in the military tent with his horse and golden sword. The three lieutenant generals of the third battalion of the general's headquarters and the deputy generals of the Chuansha and Wusong battalions had all arrived.

Strictly speaking, Lan Yuanmei is not a Han Chinese, but a She ethnic group. However, the difference between the She ethnic group and the Han Chinese, especially the difference between the She ethnic group and the Hakka ethnic group of the Han Chinese, is not that great.

The Lan family is a major family of the She ethnic group. Lan Yuanmei's great-uncle Lan Li and grandfather Lan Tingzhen were both generals of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Lan Yuanmei was not a Han Chinese, so there was no need for him to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty was very kind to the Lan family, so he was still trustworthy.

This is also the reason why Liangjiang Governor Gao Jin and Jiangning General Song Chun trusted him to guard the mouth of the Yangtze River.

Of course, it was not a 100% trust. Among the three battalions under General Lan Yuanmei, except for the Central Battalion, all the battalions were commanded by officers of bannerman origin. Wusong Xie's deputy general was also a Manchu Baohe.

"Bring the man up!" After seeing that most of his officers were present, Lan Yuanmei shouted softly, and a general who was tied up was brought in.

Wusong Xie's deputy general Baohe glanced at the general, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into anger, because this was the Baoshan garrison of their alliance, but instead of thinking about serving the country, he actually wanted to take his people and boats to Zhoushan to join Mo Ni.

If he didn't want to see what happened to him, he would never have left Wusong and come to Chongming in person.

"A dog that can never be fed!" Baohe cursed loudly, then bowed to General Lan Yuanmei.

"Sir, what should be done with this thief? Should he be taken to Jiangning or beheaded in front of the army?"

Lan Yuanmei picked up the sword on the general's desk and drew it out slowly. Baohe took a step back with a little caution, but heard Lan Yuanmei say in a low voice:
"In this critical moment, execute him on the spot, and serve as a warning to the soldiers of Susong Town."

Baohe heaved a long sigh of relief when he heard this. He was about to say something else when he suddenly saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes. He then flew up from the ground and flew higher and higher.

Uh, that’s not right. Who is that headless corpse below? Why does it look so familiar?

Baohe wanted to distinguish it carefully again, but suddenly his vision went dark and all consciousness disappeared completely.

Boom, a big head with a long braid fell to the ground.

Lan Yuanmei's sword force did not decrease. He twisted his waist along with the force and slashed towards the two lieutenant generals of the left battalion with the long sword that was still dripping with blood.

The lieutenant general of the left camp was caught off guard and was stabbed to the ground. The lieutenant general of the right camp rolled on the spot, then quickly got up, holding a dagger in his hand.

"Boy, you still have some skills. I underestimated you." Lan Yuanmei snorted softly. He came from a family with a long history of martial arts and his martial arts were so advanced that he had few rivals. He just swung out three swords in an instant, but they were all dodged by this lieutenant general.

"General, you are not a Han Chinese, but the Qing Dynasty treats you well!" The lieutenant general of the right camp howled with a pale face.

Lan Yuanmei chuckled, "I'm certainly not Han Chinese, but I'm not Manchu either! We cave barbarians, naturally, will serve whoever rules the world.

As for the Qing Dynasty, they have indeed been good to my Lan family, but boy, don't forget, our Lan family is not a bannerman like you. Every grain of imperial grain in the Qing Dynasty was earned by the lives of my Lan family members. I don't owe the Qing Dynasty anything."

The lieutenant general of the right camp knew that he had no chance of survival, so he howled miserably again and rushed forward.

Lan Yuanmei retreated quickly, and when the attack of the right camp lieutenant general failed, he suddenly jumped forward, and with his sword, he stabbed the right camp lieutenant general through the heart.

"Here he comes, here he comes, General, the Emperor is here!" At this moment, a member of Lan Yuanmei's clan ran in and shouted.

Lan Yuanmei quickly wiped the blood off his long sword on the corpse of the Right Camp Lieutenant General and said, "Hurry up and cut off the braids. Let the brothers be more alert. Anyone who is so foolish as to offend His Majesty should jump into the Yangtze River and not bring trouble to everyone else."

Lan Yuanmei would never help whoever rules the world as he said. In fact, he had been in contact with Mo Zibu for a long time.

Because when Mo Zibu mobilized the Hakka people to go to Southeast Asia, a large number of She people, who almost lived with the Hakka people, also went to Southeast Asia.

The Lan family alone had six or seven small vassal states in Southeast Asia. Lan Yuanmei even had a nephew who became the deputy captain of the Xingtang Zhenjun Army. He knew better than anyone what kind of emperor Mo Zibu was.

A bannerman emperor is far more suitable for the Lan family and the She people than an emperor who lives in the north and is surrounded by a large number of bannermen occupying official positions.

The north wind was blowing, and just when Lan Yuanmei led more than 2,000 officers and soldiers on Chongming Island to cut off their braids, the Xingtang Navy fleet arrived.

This fleet was led by the fourth-class battleship Zhongzheng Wang, and included the fifth-class cruisers Zhang Huangyan, Zhang Jiayu, and Xia Wanchun, as well as more than ten Western-style armed merchant ships and more than forty various Chinese-style warships and transport ships.

Mo Zibu did not get off the boat, but summoned Lan Yuanmei to the flagship, the Loyal King. Looking from the forecastle of the warship, all the Green Camp soldiers of Susong Town kneeling by the river had their braids cut off.

The same goes for Lan Yuanmei, he even shaved his head.

This is completely different from when Mo Zibu entered Guangdong, because before Mo Zibu restored Guangdong, he had already infiltrated Guangdong like a sieve.

The major groups in Guangdong Province, whether they are Cantonese, Chaozhou, western Guangdong or Hakka, all benefited greatly from Mo Zibu and had a close relationship with him.

Therefore, after Mo Zibu recovered Guangdong, many people felt that there was nothing wrong with not cutting their braids, because after all, they were the emperor's own people.

But when he arrived in Jiangnan, the first thing he did to express his opposition to the Qing Dynasty and his desire to restore the Ming Dynasty was to cut off his braids.

"I want to go straight to Nanjing. Where can the big ship sail to?" Mo Zibu first directly appointed Lan Yuanmei as the general of Susong Town, and then asked.

Anyway, his current military system is a mess, so it is better to go to Nanjing first, stabilize the overall situation, and then make adjustments after it truly becomes a court. For now, just use the two systems.

Lan Yuanmei stood up and said happily, "Your Majesty, your large ocean vessel can reach Jiangyin.

If we want to move forward, the river is narrow and without wind, it is difficult to move. With wind, the river is prone to crosswinds, which makes it easy to capsize. Only the black boats behind us can go directly to Jiangning without fear of being intercepted or afraid of crosswinds.

Mo Zibu nodded, "Then we should go to Jiangyin first, then advance by land and sea and then head straight for Nanjing."

"I would like to serve as the vanguard for the king. The garrison commanders in Haimen, Jiangyin and other places have old ties with me. I can persuade them to surrender on behalf of Your Majesty." Lan Yuanmei immediately stepped forward and said.

"Okay, your troops will be the vanguard." Mo Zibu agreed immediately. Lan Yuanmei's entire family was in his hands, and he had just killed several Qing generals with his own hands. There was no need to worry at all.

Lan Yuanmei was overjoyed, and his Green Camp soldiers also cheered loudly. They felt that they were on the side of the victor, and their morale was instantly boosted. They led the Xingtang Navy upstream and captured the town.

Songjiang Prefecture, Huating County.

Unlike the later Shanghai core area in the lower reaches of the Huangpu River, the core of Songjiang Prefecture at that time was in the upper reaches of the Huangpu River, closer to Suzhou and Jiaxing, and the first county was Huating.

In the Huating County Government Office, a large group of people surrounded the Songjiang prefect, Ba Tong'a, a member of the Manchu Plain White Banner.

Baton'a's face turned pale as he looked at the big bowl of poisonous wine in front of him, which smelled like it kept strangers away. He tried several times but didn't dare to pick it up with his hands.

"Here they come! Master Guangzhong's army is here!" Suddenly, shouts came from outside, mixed with excitement and other very strange emotions.

"Sir, you are so disrespectful!" The chief clerk of Huating County, who came from the Tang family, a wealthy family in Huating, was a little impatient.

At this time, a few more people came in from outside, and the joy on their faces could not be suppressed at all.

Although they looked like farmers, the group of well-dressed nobles in the house, young and old, all saluted them repeatedly.

These people are the descendants of Chen Zilong, Chen Qiuze’s younger brother Chen Qiuduan and two cousins.

Now Emperor Guangzhong has sent back the news that Chen Zilong has been recognized as a national hero, and future generations will directly confer the title of earl on him in the same way as the Three Loyalists of Lingnan.

But everyone is envious, this is the blessing left by ancestors to descendants!
Chen Qiuduan took one look at Batong'a's expression and snorted in disdain, "I'm not going to kill you. It's just a bowl of poisoned wine, what's so hard to drink?"

Batong'a trembled even more violently, his gray beard twitching along with his chin. "To be pierced by a sword is to be taught by others, while to be poisoned by a wine is to commit suicide. How can they be compared?"

"Oh, that makes a lot of sense." Chen Qiuduan waved his hand, "He's being given a chance, isn't he? Let's help him!"

Then several Chen family members and a group of well-dressed nobles from Songjiang Prefecture rushed forward, forcibly held down Baton'a's limbs, pried open his mouth, and poured the bowl of poisoned wine into it.

Then they left a yamen runner behind to watch Batong'a vomiting and struggling on the ground, while they happily went out to welcome the royal army.

. . . .

Suzhou Prefecture is so famous that when talking about Jiangnan, Suzhou cannot be ignored. It has even begun to become a concrete entity.

When many people hear the word Suzhou, they naturally think of the beautiful scenery, prosperity and tranquility of the misty Jiangnan region.

In the misty drizzle, Qian Dazhao, with his hair tied up and wearing a Confucian scarf and a green Taoist robe, walked towards Suzhou City accompanied by two strong men and four or five followers.

At this time, Suzhou had already been somewhat aware of the changes in various places, and the situation began to become tense.

Qian Dazhao strode along the road, entering the city of Suzhou from the west, and stopped near the Xintang Bridge in Tiger Hill. At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and many people did not notice that Qian Dazhao came with his hair tied up.

It was not until dawn that people noticed the difference in Qian Dazhao.

A primary school boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old walked over in a daze, and couldn't take his eyes off Qian Dazhao's tied hair.

After an unknown amount of time, the elementary school student bowed to Qian Dazhao and asked, "Excuse me, sir, is this the way hair was tied in the previous dynasty?"

Qian Dazhao smiled faintly at him, "Child, look carefully, this is indeed a hair tie, but it is not the hair tie of the previous dynasty.

The Eastern Barbarians are a foreign race that has oppressed our people for more than a hundred years. They are not from our Han dynasty. The extremely ugly rat tail is not the hair of our Han people.

You must know that we Han people have tied our hair this way since ancient times. It was only after the Eastern Tartars entered the pass that we shaved our heads and changed our clothes, destroying China. We Han people should have tied our hair this way."

The little boy was so shocked that tears suddenly rolled down his tender face. Then his face turned red and he covered his face with his hands.

"My body and hair are gifts from my parents, and I dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety. I dare not see you, sir."

Qian Dazhao laughed, took the little boy's hand away from his face, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

"This statement cannot be understood in this way. The Master's original intention was to teach children to cherish their parents as they would their own bodies and hair.

It is also about teaching children that their bodies and hair all come from their parents, so they should cherish their own lives and not easily damage them and make their parents sad. This is the most basic filial piety.

If I dare not damage it at all, then my hair will grow like a wild man's. If I have an illness, I have to remove a piece of rotten meat to heal it. Does filial piety mean I cannot damage it?"

The little boy then bowed and thanked him, "Sir, according to the Qing Dynasty law, growing long hair is a capital offense. The city guards and soldiers haven't arrived yet, so you'd better leave quickly. I won't tell anyone that I saw a man with long hair."

"Good boy!" Qian Dazhao laughed. "But I won't leave, because the end of the Eastern Tartars has come. My Han family has its own holy leader. I will stay here today and watch the Tartars' building collapse."

After laughing, Qian Dazhao asked softly, "Is this the bridge where Xu Jiuyi died for his country?"

A look of pride appeared on the face of the elementary school student. "Indeed, this is the Xintang Bridge in Tiger Hill where Xu Wenjing died for his country."

Xu Yi, courtesy name Jiuyi, was a native of Changshu, Suzhou Prefecture. After Jiashen, Prince Fu was enthroned in Jiangnan. Xu Yi went to Nanjing to serve as a Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.
He wrote a letter to Emperor Hongguang, suggesting that the defense line of the Yangtze River be consolidated, the four towns in northern Jiangnan be restrained, the civil and military officials who attempted to support Prince Lu be tolerated, and that the two countries unite to deal with the Later Jin.

He was immediately impeached by shameless people such as Zhao Zhilong and Liu Zuochang, and was dismissed from office and returned home.

When Suzhou was captured, Xu Wei warned his son Xu Fang, "It would be fine if you remained a farmer until the end of your life" and not to serve as a minister for a foreign race.

Xu Yi then walked to the Xintang Bridge at Tiger Hill and shouted, "With this body that remains unbendable and unshaved, I will meet the late emperor in the underworld!"

He then jumped into the water and committed suicide for his country.

Thousands of county people came to see him off, crying loudly. Suddenly, an old man with a scholar's cap and blue cedar followed him, and they jumped into the sword pool at Tiger Hill together, and died for their country together.

His son Xu Fang followed Xu Yi's will and never served the Qing Dynasty until his death. He never shaved his head and lived in seclusion in the mountains with a scarf on his head. He was known as one of the three remaining people in the country, along with Xuancheng Shen Shoumin and Jiaxing Chao Mingsheng.

After Xu Fang took refuge in the mountains, he lived in extreme poverty. His two sons and one daughter died of hunger and cold one after another. He himself could not afford three meals a day and had to hide everywhere with no fixed place to live.

In order to wash away the stain of collaborating with a foreign race, Tang Bin, the governor of Jiangning during the Qing Dynasty, personally went to Xu Fang's door several times to ask for an audience and offered him a large sum of money. However, Xu Fang insisted on avoiding him and refused to accept a single cent from him even though he was freezing and hungry.

In 1694, when Xu Fang died, he left behind only a sick daughter-in-law and a five-year-old grandson. The two looked like beggars and could not even get a meal a day. Xu Fang himself was refused burial in the ancestral tomb by his clan members, and his body had nowhere to be buried.

The people of Suzhou were moved by Xu Fang's loyalty. With the efforts of his disciple Pan Lei, they converted his old thatched hut into an ancestral hall, allowing people to pay tribute to him, to help the orphans and widows, and to continue the bloodline of the loyal minister.

It was only the 33rd year of the Kangxi reign. Kangxi launched a literary inquisition and persecuted anyone with a sense of national identity. Even Prince Ding, at the age of 75, could not escape the fate of having his entire family killed.

The people of Suzhou undoubtedly took a huge risk in this move, but they still raised funds to build a temple for Xu Fang.

The Jiangnan region was under the strict surveillance of the Qing Dynasty. They might not have been as aggressive as the Fujian and Guangdong people, who were so bold and courageous as to fight to the death, but they still persisted in their own way. However, the weapon of criticism can never be compared with the criticism of weapons.

In Fujian and Guangdong, the use of weapons to criticize is prevalent, so the spark of resistance can be passed on from one area to another.

Jiangnan only has the weapon of criticism. When the older generation of survivors all grow old, it will be difficult to continue the fire of resistance.

The more Qian Dazhao looked at the child, the more he liked him. So he spread a piece of white cloth on Xintang Bridge and said to him, "Come, write a calligraphy for me. Do you still know Xu Wenjing?"

The little boy suddenly looked up, thinking of the whispers of his elders at home. He suddenly pointed at Qian Dazhao and shouted, "You are from Lingnan. Are you the one who killed the Tartar emperor in Guangdong?"

After shouting, the little boy suddenly felt that he had been a little rude, and quickly said apologetically: "Sir, please don't blame me, I was a little rude."

Qian Dazhao laughed heartily, "Being rude is good. If a good Han man doesn't get excited and shouts rudely when hearing the title of Emperor Guangzhong, then he is a real slave.

My child, remember this: Emperor Guangzhong will soon drive out the Tartars, reclaim our country, and rebuild China. A glorious and glorious future is just around the corner!"

"Sir, can I not write about Xu Wenjing Gong? I want to write about my own ancestor!" The elementary school boy stood up proudly and looked at Qian Dazhao.

"Who was your ancestor and what great deeds did he do?" Qian Dazhao looked at the elementary school student in surprise.

The elementary school student's chest was extremely straight, "My surname is Yang, and my sixth generation ancestor is Yang Tingshu!"

Qian Dazhao was shocked. He had not expected to meet such a loyal minister right after entering Suzhou. He asked in a trembling voice:
"But what about Mr. Yang Fu'an from Gaoli, who left behind a blood-stained robe and shouted that beheading was less serious than shaving one's head?"

"Exactly!" The elementary school student was also a little excited. "Teacher, do you also know the name of my sixth-generation ancestor, Mr. Gaoli?"

Yang Tingshu, a native of Changshu, Suzhou, was the top scorer in the local examination in the third year of Chongzhen. He first raised military supplies for the Suzhou White-headed Army, and later he and his disciple Dai Zhijun instigated Wu Shengzhao to rebel against the Qing Dynasty. After the failure, Chen Zilong drowned himself for his country, and Dai Zhijun and others were killed.

Yang Tingshu was also captured by the Qing Dynasty. In order to force this famous scholar in the south to surrender, the Qing court first starved him for five days, hoping that Yang Tingshu would surrender.

Yang Tingshu endured the hunger and did not say a word for five days. The Qing soldiers then cruelly smashed all ten of his fingers with hammers, but Yang Tingshu still refused to surrender.

Finally, he was escorted to Tu Guobao, the then governor of Jiangning. In the escort boat, Yang Tingshu wrote on his robe with his eroded fingers, "My soul ascends to heaven with a gleaming glow, and I wish to be a fierce ghost. My spirit falls to the earth with a noble spirit, and I look forward to my next life" to encourage himself.

After arriving in Nanjing, the governor Tu Guobao demanded that Yang Tingshu surrender. Yang Tingshu yelled, "Beheading is a small matter, but shaving your head is a big deal." Tu Guobao then ordered his subordinate, Admiral Ba, to disembowel him, and his head was hung on the Yong'an Bridge in Nanjing for public display.

The blood-stained robe of a fifth-rank civil official with his death words written all over it has always been a treasure of the Yang family. It is said that after the Xinhai Revolution, the Yang family even put it on display.

Qian Dazhao sighed a few times, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes. He took out another piece of white silk cloth and spread it on the bridge.

"I don't know Mr. Gaoli, this was originally reserved for him. You can write it down."

The elementary school boy was overjoyed and immediately stepped forward to write Yang Tingshu's words of determination to die. His soul ascended to heaven with a radiant spirit, and he wished to be a fierce ghost. His spirit fell to the ground with a radiant spirit, hoping for the next life. On the white silk cloth, he wrote:

Qian Dazhao found the young boy even more pleasing to the eye. He was not only the descendant of a loyal minister, but also full of passion. "As your Majesty said, the young generation is the future. I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand."

Qian Dazhao said with emotion that if an adult were here, he would probably not write on his white cloth due to various concerns.

Only young people are the most passionate and enthusiastic, and are more willing to fight against darkness for the ideals in their hearts.

Of course, it is also the easiest to be deceived and exploited.

After watching the elementary school students finish writing, Qian Dazhao wrote on the second page, "Who still knows Xu Wenjing?"

On the third side it is written, 'Where are the white-haired ones among the misty waves?'

The so-called Baitou refers to the Baitou Army formed by Wu Yang, a native of Suzhou. He was a Jinshi in the 16th year of Chongzhen. After the Qing army marched south, Wu Yang and his fellow Juren Sun Zhaokui, and the brothers Shen Zixuan, Shen Zizheng, and Shen Zibing, who were scholars, formed the Baitou Army to enter and exit Taihu Lake and dealt a heavy blow to the Qing army.

When the army was finally defeated, Wu Yang's father, wife, two children, and more than ten people including Sun Zhaokui's wife and daughter committed suicide by drowning. All the Shen brothers died in battle.

Wu Yang continued to engage in anti-Qing activities, but was later betrayed by a traitor and died in Hangzhou.

If Xu Yi and his son and Yang Tingshu were the literary talents of Suzhou, then Wu Yang, who was a Jinshi, personally organized the army to resist and had many military achievements, was the martial spirit of Suzhou.

After Qian Dazhao finished writing these three pieces of white silk, he placed them on the Xintang Bridge in Huqiu. Two big guards put on the phoenix-wing helmets and mountain-patterned armor they were carrying and guarded Qian Dazhao in a majestic manner.

Qian Dazhao held a spirit-calling pan and scattered paper money on the Xintang Bridge, tears streaming down his face as he shouted, "Soul, come back! Soul, come back! All the unyielding gentlemen, wait and see today!"

The sun was rising, and the golden-armored warriors were facing west and back east. The sunlight shone on their backs, making the two of them look like gods descending to earth.

The breeze blew, and the soul-calling petals danced in the wind. The sky was full of valuables, which fell everywhere. The people were all around, just like Xu Yi and the old man in blue who jumped into the sword pool and died for their country.

An early-rising yamen runner in official uniform looked at the scene in shock. He wanted to go up and yell, but when he saw the two golden-armored generals there, he shrank back and dared not step forward.

Qian Dazhao waved at him, and when the bailiff came closer, Qian Dazhao took out a silver ingot weighing ten taels.

"I came here in a hurry, bringing only paper money. How can I offer sacrifices to the hero without meat and wine? Go to the city and buy some meat and wine. The extra money will be given to you. Buy a piece of cloth for your wife and children to make some new clothes."

The yamen runner opened his mouth wide, feeling that all the knowledge he had accumulated over decades of life was shattered at this moment.

What kind of madman would dare to wear such Han Chinese clothes and tie his hair in a Han Chinese bun and show off here!

Logically, he should have gone up and knocked out all the madman's teeth with an iron bar, then put a chain on his head, dragged him to the county government office, and reported that he had captured a traitor.

However, the bailiff pursed his dry lips. For some reason, when he looked at the clothes of these people, his whole body trembled violently and he just couldn't bring himself to do anything.

Ah, that’s not right. The yamen runner suddenly had an epiphany in his mind. Why are Han people who live in a Han area, have Han hairstyles, and wear Han clothes considered rebels?
Not long after, when the yamen runners were stunned, a captain of the city defense camp came running over with a dozen Green Camp soldiers.

The captain was quite courageous. He hesitated for a moment and then reached out to grab Qian Dazhao. Qian Dazhao held the soul-calling pan in his hand, his eyes wide open, and roared:
"Hey! I am the Governor-General of Susong, appointed by His Majesty the Great Yu Guangzhong. I have been ordered to come and take over our Han Dynasty city. Where did you come from, you pig and dog? Why don't you kneel down and surrender!"

The captain was stunned by Qian Dazhao's yell, and then became angry and embarrassed. He drew out his sword and tried to scare him.

But just as he drew out his knife, the golden-armored warrior behind Qian Dazhao moved. This man was none other than Li Cunyi, the founder of Liquan, who was known as the best master of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Although he was wearing armor with mountain patterns weighing more than 60 kilograms, his movements were not slow at all. As soon as the captain drew out his sword, he swooped down from the arch of the bridge and arrived in front of the captain.

A thick steel whip came with a whistling sound and hit the captain's head with a bang.

The general's military cap was immediately torn into pieces, and red and white blood gushed out of his head, just like a ripe watermelon that suddenly exploded.

The captain died instantly without a sound. A Green Camp soldier beside him wanted to run, but Li Cunyi took another step forward and swept him with his steel whip.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, the Green Camp soldier's knee was directly shattered. He screamed and rolled back and forth on the ground in pain.

"Plop!" The other eight or nine Green Camp soldiers' knees buckled and they fell heavily to the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Grandpa, spare me, Grandpa, spare me!"

Qian Dazhao didn't even look at these boneless things, but gave the soul-summoning pan to the yamen runner who didn't leave, and shook his hands.

"Come here, help me change my clothes!"

As he spoke, Qian Dazhao stripped naked at the bridgehead. This style really resembled those rebellious and free-spirited scholars in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty.

More and more people gathered to watch. At first, there were just some idle people, and then there were merchants, gentry and even officials in the city. Thousands of people surrounded Xintang Bridge so tightly that no one could get in or out.

Even the Green Camp garrison of Suzhou Garrison Camp in the distance was alone with more than a hundred Green Camp soldiers, holding swords and guns, watching from a distance, and did not dare to come forward.

Qian Dazhao squatted at the highest point in the middle of the bridge, and in front of everyone, he let his hair down, and then demonstrated how to cut hair, tie it up, tie a crown, and cover it with a net scarf.

Then he put on his fourth-grade scarlet robe embroidered with clouds and geese and his black gauze hat.

The crowd started to whisper, then the voices grew louder and louder, and someone hiding in the crowd shouted:
"This is my Han family attire, this is my Han official dignity!"

"My ancestor, Gu Wenkang, was painted like this!"

"It's really beautiful, with a tall hat, a wide belt, and long flowing sleeves. It's really beautiful!"

Footsteps were heard and a group of Yang family members ran over. Qian Dazhao nodded with satisfaction. The clever and smart Yang family elementary school student had indeed gone back to inform the elders.

Qian Dazhao knew that they would definitely come, because the boy from the Yang family knew what it meant to tie his hair and knew the deeds of his ancestors, which could only be the result of secret teaching by the elders in the family.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Qian Dazhao waved his hand, and three long coils made of white silk cloth stood in front of him and on his left and right sides.

Floating in front of him was the phrase "Ascending to the sky with radiant light, I wish to be a fierce ghost; falling to the ground with heroic spirit, I look forward to the next life."

On the left is "Who still remembers Xu Wenjing"

On the right side, there is a line "Where is the smoke and waves with white hair"

Behind him was a small Yamen flag with the inscription "Imperial Envoy of the Great Yu Dynasty, Governor of Susong and other places, Military and Financial Affairs and Pacification Envoy"

Suddenly, a young man jumped out from the crowd. It was the grandfather of the little boy, Yang Qingsun, the great-grandson of Yang Tingshu.

"May I ask, sir, where are you from and who sent you?"

Qian Dazhao answered loudly: "I have been sent by His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Yu Dynasty to restore the Tang Dynasty and succeed the Han Dynasty. I have come from the south to restore the land of the Han Dynasty!"

"Is this just another dream?" Yang Qingsun cried, kneeling on the ground. "Not even one in a hundred of Jiangnan's people are left alive. If we continue to rebel, the Chinese people will be wiped out by us!"

Qian Dazhao laughed heartily: "Two years ago, His Majesty Guangzhong personally led the Xing Tang Heavenly Army. In a battle at Beihe, 100,000 elite Qing troops were completely annihilated. The Eastern Tartar General Agui and hundreds of other members of the royal family and generals were killed in the battle.

Today, you have rewarded the commanders of the three armies and sent out all your elite soldiers. Guangdong, Guangxi, Fujian and Zhejiang have been recovered. Your Majesty will personally lead 300 warships to Nanjing by land and sea to restore our Han Dynasty. You have specially sent me, Qian Dazhao, to pacify the south of the Yangtze River.

"My fifth-generation maternal ancestor is Lord Xia Wanchun of Huating!"

"Now Jiangnan Governor Yu Jin'ao and Susong General Lan Yuanmei have both surrendered. You are aiding and abetting the tyrant and yet you refuse to surrender. Do you expect the heavenly troops to arrive and crush you to dust?"

Hearing Qian Dazhao's roar, the Suzhou garrison's knees went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Because he recognized that the bald soldier behind Qian Dazhao was the lieutenant general of the central camp of Susong Town.

When Yang Qingsun heard Qian Dazhao say this, he immediately howled and kowtowed to the quatrain written by his ancestor Yang Tingshu.

Suddenly he stood up again, tore off his robe and threw it into the pool. Then he took the scissors from his grandson and cut off his braid.

"Master Fu'an, your descendants are living in poverty, and have no choice but to serve as the instructor of Changzhou in the Eastern Tartars. When we meet in the underworld, I will allow my great-grandfather to punish me.

But today, I have returned to Han. If Heaven still does not favor the Han family, the worst that can happen is that my whole family will perish together!"

Hua, the chief clerk of Wu County, was still wearing his official uniform. He looked left and right, and suddenly tore off his ugly Manchu official uniform.

"I never expected to see the majesty of a Han official again today. I am willing to lead the way for you, sir. The Suzhou prefect, a bannerman named Wu Tai, is currently at the government office. Please spare me a few dozen soldiers, and I will go and kill him for you, sir."

Wutai was born in the Han army of the Bordered White Banner and was responsible for carrying out Emperor Qianlong's plan to plunder the south of the Yangtze River. The Hua family was a prominent family in Wu County and naturally could not escape being extorted. The conflict between the two sides was very deep.

The Suzhou garrison commander's face was covered in cold sweat. When Wu Tai was fighting against Hua Shi in the past, he had assisted him. If Hua Zhubu killed Wu Tai and performed a great deed, he would be killed without a burial place in the future!

Thinking of this, the garrison commander rushed over first, ripped off his Green Camp uniform, and kowtowed to Qian Dazhao. "I am willing to redeem myself for my crimes and assist Hua Zhubu in killing Wutai, the bandit!"

Qian Dazhao laughed heartily, "Okay, kill the Tartars in Suzhou City. Everyone will be rewarded, and they will all be good sons of the Han family in the future!"

The crowd immediately became excited. Seeing that even the chief clerk, the garrison commander, and the Yang family, which was very prestigious in Suzhou City, had come out, they cheered immediately.

Many people also followed the example of Yang Qingsun, Hua Zhubu and others, cutting off their braids, tearing off their clothes that were obviously in the Manchu style, and running towards the Suzhou government office shouting.

For a moment, the whole city was in a frenzy. Some people shouted and rushed to the government office to kill the prefect Wu Tai, while most people gathered around Qian Dazhao, cheering and dancing.

The people of Suzhou have not forgotten Xu Yi and his son Xu Fang, three of the most famous survivors of the Tang Dynasty.

He did not forget Yang Tingshu, who refused to shave his head or change his clothes despite being tortured, and the white-haired army that shuttled across Taihu Lake.

(End of this chapter)