Master Yuan, start!

If he wanted to, he could arrest those who softly resisted the "abolition of liquor and reform of commerce" policy.

But Jin Bingshi didn't.

Therefore, Yuan Xiangcheng said this deliberately.

"I never thought that these people would be so cunning." Jin Bing turned his gaze towards Yuan Xiangcheng and no longer gave him a perfunctory response.

He knew that if he continued to protect North Korea after things had developed to this point, he would be pushing North Korea into an abyss of no return.

So he simply gritted his teeth and said, "Let's get started now. The Haidong Province Trans-Cross Railway is short of manpower. Let's arrest them all and use them to build the railway!"

"Then please give the order, Brother Shengchu, and order the patrol battalion to take action immediately." Yuan Xiangcheng smiled slightly.

Seeing that Jin Bingshi had made up his mind, Yuan Xiangcheng stopped talking nonsense and decided to let Jin Bingshi give the order.

From a public perspective, Jin Bingshi is now the governor of Haidong, and the arrest order should be issued by him. As the governor-general of the three northeastern provinces, it is against the rules for me to overstep my authority.

In private, he knew Jin Bingshi's inner thoughts, which was nothing more than a trace of "homeland attachment"

But the more this happened, the more he wanted Jin Bingshi to cut off these tangled things himself.

Because only in this way can he truly become his comrade, and the Red Confucian Society will be able to safely accommodate Korean scholars who follow his lead in the future.

It is inevitable that various gangs and factions will emerge within a political group, and the Red Confucian Society will definitely have one in the future.

In the future, there may be a Korean faction within the Red Confucian Society, but it can only be the "Haedong Province faction" and not the "Korean faction"

The former can at most be regarded as a group of fellow villagers, while the latter is in danger of division. Therefore, Yuan Xiangcheng took all necessary precautions to nip this hidden danger in the bud.

When the time is right in the future, he will also promote the relocation plan of North Koreans, and relocate half of the 1000 million North Korean people on the peninsula to the Northeast, Outer Northeast, Hetao and other regions as much as possible.

In addition, the Han people who have crossed the border into China will be settled in the eastern part of Korea and along the railway to dilute the Korean ethnic imprint in Haedong Province.

Of course, Jin Bingshi didn’t know Yuan Xiangcheng’s plan at the moment. He nodded vigorously and began to deploy a plan to arrest those who set up illegal customs.

...

Thousands of miles away in eastern Inner Mongolia, the flooded river waters have long since receded, but the dilapidated houses scattered across the Xiliao River basin seem to be silently telling the plight of countless people.

The city of Aohan Banner was brightly lit at night, and Dakeqin, the Mongolian Beizi and leader of Zhaowuda League, was celebrating his 50th birthday.

Logically speaking, Mongolians do not have any birthday celebration customs, but after all, they have been on the throne for nearly 200 years and have been influenced by some Han customs.

At the birthday banquet, Dakqin grabbed the roasted lamb leg with one hand and nibbled on it, while with the other hand he grabbed the Han woman's buttocks and rubbed them back and forth.

He has been feeling particularly happy during this period of time.

The world-famous Yuan Shikai seemed to be very polite in front of him, and the policy of abolishing customs duties and replacing them with merchants was basically abolished by him.

Some time ago, the Han people gathered together to resist rent, but there has been no news recently. I guess they are all starving to death.

Dakqin didn't care about the lives of these Han people at all. It was enough for the Mongols to have a place to graze, but as for the Han people?

They were originally trying to seize Mongolian pastures, so it's just right that they are dead now.

While Dakqin was daydreaming in his mind, he heard a childish voice coming from below.

"Ebuge, I wish Ebuge good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as long as the Southern Mountains!" Dakqin's ten-year-old grandson Desongling stood up with a chubby face and gestured to Dakqin.

Recovering from his thoughts, Dakqin couldn't help laughing when he saw his grandson also imitating the Han people in the south to say such things. "Hahaha, my Omaole, how come you have also learned the tricks of the Han people!"

Ebuge means grandfather in Mongolian, while Omaole means grandson.

However, although he disdainfully expressed his disdain for the Han people's flattery, Dakqin was still very happy in his heart, so he reached out and touched his grandson Desongling's head.

"Father Abu, although the Han people are despicable, I don't think all Han things are bad." Morigen, the son of Dakqin who was sitting next to him, said thoughtfully.

"Well... you're right." Dakqin six o'clock six o'clock, san suddenly seemed 4 to remember something, looked up 2 and asked: "Mo Rigen, that Yuan Xiangcheng, has there been any reply?"

"Abu, he said he was willing to build a railway branch line to Aohan Banner, but due to the shortage of manpower, it cannot be built in a short time." Morigen made a helpless gesture, making Dakqin, who was smiling just now, put away his smile.

After Yuan Shikai left Aohan Banner, in order to stabilize Dakqin, he promised him that he would build a branch railway leading to the interior of the country.

"Yuan Xiangcheng's intention is to wait until the main railway line inside and outside the Great Wall is officially completed before returning to build our branch line."

"How long will it take to repair it?" Dakqin grabbed with his right hand, leaving bright red fingerprints on the snow-white flesh in his hand.

"what!"

The Han woman couldn't bear the pain and fell to the side, holding her right chest.

"Useless thing, this little bit of strength hurts!"

Not sure whether he was angry at Yuan Xiangcheng's reply or the Han woman's exclamation, Dakqin angrily threw the roasted lamb in his left hand to the ground.

"Yuan Xiangcheng is already the Governor-General of the Three Northeastern Provinces. It's up to him to decide when to build the railway. By delaying like this, it's clear that you don't take me, Dakqin, seriously!"

Chapter 181 The Great Riot

"Abu, don't underestimate Yuan Xiangcheng." Morigen said cautiously, fearing that he would anger his father Dakqin.

As a Mongolian who had been exposed to Westernization, he knew the power contained in Yuan Shikai's hands.

Not to mention the tens of thousands of troops, just the dozen or so cannons produced by the Incheon Machinery Bureau every month are enough to illustrate Yuan Shikai's strength.

Therefore, Morigen did not advocate a head-on confrontation with Yuan Xiangcheng.

Although Daqin did not understand the situation as thoroughly as his son, he also knew that Yuan Xiangcheng was not someone to be trifled with.

However, he still said angrily: "Humph, when he entered the pass, it was all thanks to me that I kept my troops in place!

If I had received the Queen Mother's order and marched south from Aohan Banner to attack his rear, who would be sitting in the Forbidden City now?

When Yilie advised Jiao9Ao Xing that "the Eight Banners of Manchuria and Mongolia would move south", it was not a threat, but a real event.

During the Qing Dynasty, apart from the Manchus in the capital and the corrupt Han scholars who were obsessed with loyalty to the emperor, the remaining three people who were most loyal to the Qing court were probably the Mongols in Mongolia.

The loyalty of the Manchus outside the Great Wall is not necessarily as high as that of the Mongols.

Senggelinqin during the Xianfeng period and Xiliang who later resisted the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance were both Mongolians. It can be said that they devoted their lives to the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, after receiving the edict from Cixi, Dakqin decided to go south immediately, but because the matter happened suddenly, he could only summon troops from various banners and wait and see the situation.

Although he was the leader of the Zhaowuda League and the Beizi of the Aohan Banner, he did not have many personal soldiers under his command. If he really wanted to go south, he would have to gather troops from all over, which would take quite a while.

But Kedaqin did not expect that Yuan Shikai's actions would be so swift. The National Defense Army was unstoppable, first defeating the Jiashen New Army and then defeating Ronglu's army.

When his ancestors followed Huang Taiji into the pass to plunder, it was not so fast. The fastest time would have taken several months.

After all, these Mongols were loyal to the Qing "emperor", not the empress dowager. After Cixi escaped, he became hesitant and settled in Aohan Banner, intending to reap the benefits from both sides.

However, the longer he waited, the more anxious he became. Seeing Cixi flee to the south and the Qing Dynasty split into two, Dakqin's heart began to become restless again.

"Abu, even if the railway is not built, the trade route cannot be interrupted." Morigen suggested: "Although there was a severe flood in Zhaowuda League this year, the farmland was completely destroyed.

But the grass on the grassland grows exceptionally lushly. The livestock eat the delicious grass, and there must be an ample supply of wool, camel hair, and skins.

We can also learn from Yuan Xiangcheng and open a factory to make these leathers into foreign goods and sell them inland."

Not all Mongolians are violent characters who only know how to whip people. Morigen is a typical example.

Although he did not know what the plunder of the colonists was, or what advanced production technology and management methods were, he could see the simple fact that the people liked foreign fur products.

A foreigner would buy a sheepskin, process it, and then sell it back for several times the price. Of course, he wanted to make this kind of money.

"Isn't this the Westernization Movement that people in the interior of China were clamoring about a few years ago?" Dakqin glanced at Morigen.

"There's nothing wrong with Westernization. We Mongolians are good at learning from others' strengths. Genghis Khan was like that during his time." Morigen said with his head down.

"Then contact Yuan Xiangcheng again."

Dakqin fiercely tore off a piece of mutton and said while chewing: "He has delayed Aohan Banner for so long. He should compensate us Aohan Banner by opening a factory!"

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Mo Rigen did not refute, but nodded heavily and walked out of the Beizi Mansion.

Dakqin's 50th birthday party was also coming to an end at this time, and the servants in the Beizi Mansion began to make arrangements to cancel the banquet.

There were more than a dozen small dining tables for sharing food, piled with various cattle and sheep bones, firewood ashes, and leftovers.

These things would be cleaned up one by one after the master left. Some servants were greedy and would quickly stuff the leftover mutton into their mouths when no one was paying attention.

"You, what are you doing?!"

The housekeeper noticed that someone had stayed at the dinner table for too long and walked over to ask.

"Uh...uh..."

The boy who was named pinched his neck and pulled it down, trying to swallow the meat quickly, not daring to look back.

At this moment, someone spoke up, attracting the steward's attention: "Butler, how do we get this thing?"

The butler looked in the direction of the sound, and in the dim candlelight, he saw an almost intact sheep's head.

The housekeeper recognized that this was the table of the little Taiji. He was probably too young to be used to eating sheep's heads. He knew that his chance to satisfy his appetite had come, as there were not many opportunities to eat such a whole sheep's head.

"Leave it there, I'll arrange it."

The housekeeper gave up the idea of ​​causing trouble for the young man and took the initiative to find a clay pot to put the sheep's head in front of him. He walked out of the yard, and as he walked, he did not forget to tell everyone:

"Put things in order. I'll come back to check in half an hour. If you can't pass, everyone will be whipped!"

After saying that, the housekeeper walked out of the backyard carrying the sheep's head.

"Thank you for helping me, big brother."

The young man who had just been caught cheating finally turned around and thanked the person who helped him.

In order to avoid being discovered by the housekeeper, he didn't even dare to chew it. He forced himself to swallow it with saliva and almost choked to death.

But fortunately, they think it's all worth it.

He knew that even in the Prince's Mansion, not everyone could eat meat. Just now, the butler had carried the sheep's head out, and he must have planned to find a place where no one would notice him and enjoy it alone.

There was a severe flood this year and the people of the entire Aohan Banner had a hard time. The young man who stole food was sold to the Beizi Mansion by his father because his family could no longer survive.

"You're welcome."

"Brother, what's your name?" The young man thought that in this Beizi Mansion, there was no need to search for a group. He wanted to make friends, otherwise, like just now, if something happened, there would be no one to cover up for him.

"My name is Wang Zeng. How about it? Have you heard of me?" The person who had just rescued the boy asked after pulling him to a secluded place in the yard.

Judging from his face, he was the Jindan Daoist believer who had carried a sack of tea leaves to sell.

"Never heard of it." The boy scratched his head.

"Then have you heard of the Golden Elixir Dao?" Wang Zeng continued to ask.