Master Yuan, start!

When all the farmers picked up their hoes and started clamoring for land distribution, they would find that all the land had been divided.

When the time comes, when they see their neighbors getting 5 mu of land, what will those who did not get any land think?

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

Who are the Manchus and who are the running dogs of the Qing Dynasty?

By then, these Han landlords would have no chance to defend themselves.

Land policies and the distribution of land must not be a one-size-fits-all approach.

There are external methods outside the Great Wall, North Korea has its own policies, and Jianghuai has its own historical legacy.

Now, it is Henan's turn to take advantage of the anti-Manchu movement and start dividing the land!

...

March 3rd was the same day that the National Revolutionary Army bombarded the Russian positions on the Tumen River.

The local young scholars in Kaifeng Prefecture, Henan Province, took to the streets shouting "Anti-Manchu and Anti-Russian" despite the dissuasion of their relatives and friends and the obstruction of yamen runners.

The prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture was appointed by the Qing court himself, so logically speaking, he should have arrested these students who took to the streets to cause trouble.

At the very least, they must be dispersed.

However, the Qing central government's unbelievable actions had completely lost the support of the people. Even the Kaifeng prefect, who was personally blessed by heaven, knew that the court was doomed.

The Kaifeng prefect wanted to be loyal to the emperor and seek fame, but he was afraid that his life would be in danger in the future, so he had to ignore it.

So, with his tacit consent, the yamen runners only symbolically extended their hands to stop the parade a few times, and then stood aside with water and fire sticks, watching the excitement.

The leader among the young people claimed to be Yuan Keguang, the nephew of Yuan Xiangcheng.

With such a person walking in front, naturally no one would dare to offend him.

But who knew that just when the official was pretending to be dead, something unexpected happened.

Under the organization of the Red Confucian Society that came from the Yangtze River and Huai River to the north, thousands of farmers outside the city ran into the city holding sickles and hoes.

They shouted slogans such as "Oppose the Manchu land seizure, oppose the Manchu land seizure."

The scholars who were marching with them headed straight for the northwest corner of Kaifeng, where Mancheng was located.

The Manchus in the city naturally treated it as a powerful enemy and closed the city gates.

However, with everyone's combined efforts, the wooden door was breached in just half an hour.

The peasants rushed in, holding sickles and hoes, and waved at the Manchus in the city.

The young and strong Manchus still wanted to resist, but no one expected that there were hundreds of gunmen among the people who broke in.

After the massacre, most of the farmers had satisfied smiles on their faces.

Under command, they broke into Gao's mansion and found a number of land deeds.

"Move the boundary marker!"

I don't know who shouted, but the farmers picked up their hoes again and ran out of the city happily.

Behind them were left the stunned Kaifeng prefect and the county yamen servants.

Chapter 305 You, pass!

The capital city has regained its former vitality, and the alleys and lanes are no longer as bleak and lonely as before.

Although the pedestrians on the road are still in a hurry, they no longer have sad expressions on their faces.

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With a desire for survival on their faces, they rushed to the nearest "grain purchasing point" in the capital.

Duan Qirui and Duan Zhigui's armies, one in the south and one in the north, had blocked all escape routes from the capital.

Marco Polo Bridge, locked;

Juyongguan was sealed;

Troops have been stationed in Bazhou and Wuqing;

Boats traveling on the Tongzhou River were also ordered to stop.

The army surrounded the entire city of Beijing, and even the vanguard troops had entered the south city.

The bannermen of the Infantry Commander-in-Chief's Office under the Nine-Gate Commander-in-Chief offered almost no resistance and chose to lay down their butcher knives and become Han soldiers on the spot.

Of course, the majority of people in the Dutong Yamen were Han people, and they suddenly became the mouthpiece of the revolutionary army to appease the people in the capital.

Everyone was waiting, just waiting for Yuan Shikai to land in Tianjin and rush to the Forbidden City to complete the symbolic final blow.

Before this, the proportion of Manchus in the capital was declining rapidly.

...

There is still a shortage of food and vegetables in the capital.

Under the deliberate control of the National Revolutionary Army, the food flowing into the city was only enough to maintain the most basic food and clothing.

Moreover, if you want food, there are additional conditions besides money.

The situation seemed to be worse than in the previous few days, but the Manchus, who made up half of the capital's population, no longer worried about their own lives.

After seeing the "Letter to the Eight Banners in the Capital" posted all over the streets and alleys of the city, they felt relieved.

Lord Yuan said that from now on, as long as you are willing to speak Chinese, change your Chinese surname, and follow Chinese customs.

As long as they have not committed any of the "treason" or "crimes against the people" mentioned in the notice, their previous Eight Banners identity will not be pursued.

Treat ordinary people of the Eight Banners the same as ordinary Han people.

This notice really calmed the people's hearts in the capital and eased the increasingly violent conflict between the Manchus and the Han people in the capital after Yuan Shikai's rebellion against the Manchus.

When Yuan Shikai first started his rebellion, the bannermen all thought they were targets.

Most of the Bannermen thought that since they couldn't survive, they might as well fight the Han people.

The situation in Beijing at that time was tense. Both the lower-level and the top-level bannermen felt that they were finished and were about to be liquidated.

However, after the letter was posted to the bannermen in the capital, except for a small number of diehards, the vast majority of the Eight Banners chose peace.

After all, who wants to die when they can live?

...

However, the peace of the Manchus was not without cost.

At Caishikou in the south city, dozens of large vats with a diameter of about one meter were placed on the wooden platform that was previously used for beheading.

Behind the big vat, there was a flag with a big word "grain" written on it, fluttering in the wind.

Seven or eight young men in blue National Revolutionary Army uniforms stood on the stage, and dozens of people holding rifles stood below the stage.

The quartermaster on the stage scooped rice from the jar one scoop at a time and distributed it to the people of the capital who were queuing.

The line stretched endlessly from Caishikou south all the way to the intersection of Shenxian Hutong and Caiyuan Street.

"Getting food in Shenxian Alley, hey, it's really rare, is it immortal rice?" The line was getting longer and longer, and some people were making self-deprecating remarks while waiting in line.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone behind him complained:

"Who cares if it's immortal rice or divine rice? The only good rice is the one that you can eat!"

"Hey, I think even if a god came to the capital, he would have to queue up to receive food first."

Seeing the two of them chatting, another person who was queuing to get rice with a sack came forward to join in the conversation.

"That's fake! Real immortals feed on the essence of heaven and earth. They don't need grains!"

"Bullshit, even gods need to eat food. Who told you that gods don't eat?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the person who spoke first quickly tried to stop them, pointing to the platform and saying:

L索U: 九8三“0“Look, look, someone has gone up!”

Looking in the direction of the finger, at the front of the team, a middle-aged man with patched clothes and a pale face was carrying a sack in his hand and walking up to the platform to receive food.

"Do you have money?" asked Tamingan, the quartermaster who was distributing food, expressionlessly.

"No... Junye, I... I don't have any money."

The middle-aged man looked troubled and scratched the patches on his body, as if he knew what he would face soon.

"No money? That's easy!" Upon hearing this, Tamingan's face lit up and he quickly asked:

"Bannermen or Han Chinese?"

"Qiqi people." The middle-aged man spoke in a very low voice, as if he was unwilling to admit it in front of everyone.

"What did you say?" Tamingan leaned over and said deliberately, "Louder! It's boring!"

"I am a bannerman, surnamed Zhangjia, named Zhangjia Yongning, and I live in Maoer Hutong.

My ancestors were Han Chinese from Liaodong. They followed Dorgon into the country and now have changed their surname to Zhang Yongning.

The middle-aged man mustered up his courage and blurted out a long speech, but his voice became smaller and smaller as he went on.

Seeing the middle-aged man's reluctance, Tamingan waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him directly.

"I'm tired, go practice somewhere else!"

"Next!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man walked aside with a depressed look on his face, as if regretting why he hesitated just now.

However, before he could go far, a thin man suddenly jumped up from the team and shouted loudly without waiting for Tamingan to ask:

"My name is Guaerjia, and I live in Ertiao Hutong. My ancestors were also from the Eight Banners who entered the Pass with Dorgon.

However, Xiaojiu knew that the current imperial court was committing treasonous acts, selling out the country and harming the people, and that its fate was over.

Therefore, today I am determined to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Han Dynasty, and to reform my past mistakes.

From now on, my surname is Guan, my given name is Zhengye, and I am a righteous Han Chinese, Guan Zhengye!"

"Good, great, very energetic!"

Tamingan, who was distributing the food, smiled and shouted with satisfaction:

"You, pass!"