1890 King of Southeast Asia

"How to do it? Who can come in to recruit foreign enrollment? Can anyone go to the university?" Liu Yiming sat in the office and lit a cigarette.

"This incident is the dual responsibility of the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the enrollment of the Qing Empire. Since Lin Pingzhi's departure, it is temporarily not sure who is responsible ..." Secretary Wang said carefully.

It wasn't that he didn't know who was responsible, but that the direction of the Qing Empire was Chen Jiangtao Liu Wanhua and other groups of elderly people were responsible. He couldn't say ...

"I don't have to hold accountable. I can't go on this way. Call the Prime Minister 1, and the education must be dealt with 1." Liu 1 Ming took a fiercely.

"Yes, what charter?" Secretary Wang asked, this kind of thing must be notified of the government in advance, let the Prime Minister have a meeting, and give a conclusion or dealt with.

"Education and culture, in terms of education, make up for existing talents to introduce loopholes. Do not get in sour Confucianism. In terms of culture, it is necessary to take its essence to its dross. After thinking about it, I wiped out the smoke.

... ...

Mesopotamia, the front line of battle.

"The commando has completed the connection with the armored force."

"The enemy has a small -scale resistance. In order to reduce the casualties, the front line by bypass the resistance area."

"The siege of the division has been completed, and the collapsed enemy forces have been held up."

A good news was summarized to Han Fei, which made him relieved.

After all, A 3 has an 89 -fold troop advantage, using system equipment, and even artillery. If it is not a signs of the enemy after the airship bombard, Han Fei will not dare to rush to the front.

"Mr. Swaraje, you have failed, don't be a unnecessary sacrifice, or ordered to stop resisting and surrender. We will give you the treatment that you deserve." Han Fei said to the captured Swarajie.

"Dear commander, not that I don't want to order. You mentioned just now that there are still people who are resisting. These resistances are Guaerka, and they will not listen to my order." Swarajie said humblely.

"Are you the highest commander of this unit?" Han Fei thought that Swarajie was still lucky.

"I am the commander of the Indians, not the Guerka people. The Guaerka people are mercenaries and are not controlled by me." Swaraje explained the relationship between the Guerka and the Indians.

"In other words, you can only order to surrender to the Indians. Will the Guaerka refuse your order?" Han Fei knew it.

"How many people are resisting?" Han Fei asked the staff.

"There may be 34,000 temporary positions." The staff immediately answered.

The scene was too chaotic, and the South China troops were not enough to complete the year's investigation.

"Drives them to Mr. Swaraje's order, put down the weapon surrender, we will give prisoners of war, don't bear the stubborn resistance." Han Fei motioned to translate.

"Dear commander, in our team 5, there are 3,000 Guerka people, and one part of the dying in the previous charge should be stubborn." Swaraja quickly stated.

"I can guarantee that the Indians of these strongholds must be held by the Guerka people. No Indians can fight when they lose command, and my officers are almost here." Swarajie Look at the door.

There was a small open space outside the door. Hundreds of fancy Indian officers were stringed by a rope and tied to the open space.

"You can know it soon, then Mr. Swaraje, now you should tell me, who is you behind, why attack us? Invasion of Meso Badmia?" Han Fei -Man didn't care.

"This ... this ... I can't say, I'm really sorry for the commander of respect, if I said, my family would be punished by the British." Swarajie thought about it and said.

"Understand, how much do you think your family is willing to redeem you?" Han Fei nodded.

"This ... 5,000 pounds?" Swaraj was uncertain.

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly." Han Fei took out the left wheel pistol.

"Oh! 10,000 pounds, £ 10,000!" Swaraja hurriedly said.

"Your life is only as cheap as 10,000 pounds? You can lead a troops of 20,000 people!" Han Fei popped up.

"357 Magnum Bullet, 1 shot can kill 1 mule, the price is not expensive, but it is much easier to use than your master gun." pistol.

"50,000, the highest, 50,000 pounds." Swaraje looked at Han Fei anxiously.

Bang!

A sound of gunfire sounded outside the house.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei looked outside dissatisfied.

"Someone couldn't afford the ransom and wanted to escape, and was executed." The guards dragged a corpse.

"Wait for the next one to burn, so as not to occupy a place." Han Fei waved his hand and turned to look at Swaraj.

"100,000! I can only take out 100,000 pounds, and more, my family may give up me. When I go back, I can give you more when I go back!" Swarajie laughed and cried, and he cried. Said trembling.

"OK! As long as the gold arrives, you can leave at any time. Now, you have to be wronged for you 1 and send Mr. Swaraje to his single room." Han Fei waved a satisfactory smile and waved to the guards.

"Gold? Yes! Gold, Gold will be delivered soon, I promise." Swarajemeng made it 1 time and confirmed.

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As an Indian noble, it is normal to have a lot of gold. Whether it is jewelry or a large number of idols, India has the habit of using a lot of gold, and the private gold reserves are particularly large.

"What should we do with the remaining resistance? Should we persuade them to surrender?" The deputy regiment commander asked after Swaraj was sent away.

"The rest are just a group of stubborn poor ghosts. We will cover them with firepower and advance with the armored forces to give them the last dignity." Han Fei shook his head.

The resistance of the Gorkha people lasted for two days, and they tried to break through until the A3 prisoners were collected and the armored forces were free to break through the Gorkha people's defense (a turtle in a jar, there is no need to pay too many casualties to attack.)

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"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here." Secretary Wang looked at Liu Ming who was in a daze.

"Please come in." Liu Ming reacted and rubbed his head.

"Your Majesty, are you disgusted by the sour Confucianism?" Xu Hui came in, gloating.

"I am really disgusted. What era is this? He still holds on to that. If he really believes in the Confucianism, it's fine. Look at his resume. He is just a hypocrite." Liu Ming looked disdainful.

"We checked. The student was admitted to the College of Arts with traditional literature. The person who handled it was the Education Committee." Xu Hui sat on the sofa and skillfully took out the cigarette that Liu Ming had placed under the sofa.

p\u003e "Education Committee..." Liu Ming's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, was stunned.

"We have re-evaluated this matter. You still need to push it forward in person to solve it." Xu Hui lit a cigarette.

The Education Committee and the Literature Committee are places where the government gives a group of elderly people to play their residual heat after they gradually withdraw from power. Officially speaking, they have no power, but with their status, they can say a few words about everything.

"I'm afraid you knew about this on the first day." Liu Ming lit a cigarette and looked at Xu Hui with an unhappy face.

"You should have known it a long time ago, but don't want to be the bad guy?" Liu Ming painted a smoke ring.

"It's not that I don't want to do it, but I can't do it." Xu Hui took a puff of cigarette.

"We have talked to these uncles and aunts more than once, and they also agree to make corrections, but we can't reject all their suggestions. What's the point of the Education Committee?"

"I know. The Education Committee will be reorganized into the Education Supervision Committee. It will not be directly responsible for the implementation of education policies in the future, but will be responsible for supervising the formulation, implementation, and specific details of education policies." Liu Ming thought for a while.

"As for the root cause of this matter, it suppresses the development of Confucian classics, reduces the granting of Confucian professors, the opening of majors, and student subsidies. What we want is not traditional political culture, but a deeper national culture." Liu Ming flicked the ash.

"I've been waiting for you to say this. Feudal ideas have a tendency to rise. Starting from education is the best way to solve the problem. Since you agree, I will finalize the charter." Xu Hui smiled.

Reader Body

"I haven't read the draft yet." Liu Ming said, he hasn't even read the charter.

"It hasn't been finalized yet. I will organize a joint meeting of the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Culture and set up a working group to do this." Xu Hui waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll take a look at the draft." Liu Ming nodded, extinguished his cigarette, and sighed.

"From now on, life will be difficult~~" It's not harmful to offend this group of elderly people, but once you meet them, they will nag and nag.

Even Xu Hui didn't want to offend them directly, so he chose to solve the problem in a roundabout way.

For example, in education, the elderly inexplicably like intellectuals from the north - especially those who have studied Confucian classics and have achieved merit.

The Qing Empire has entered the end of the dynasty, and the accumulated scholars with merits in the empire have reached a point where supply exceeds demand, and the internal circulation is serious.

Some scholars and even candidates seized the opportunity of Nanhua's talent introduction to go south and won the support of the elderly with their knowledge.

After all, before the age of 35, Confucian classics were the kingly way, and the elderly were more willing to consolidate their status, and Confucian classics just met the needs of the elderly.

The price is that the society loses its vitality, the class solidifies, the young people lose confidence, and social problems immediately become prominent.

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"Aren't you asking for trouble?" Zhang You hugged the angry Liu Ming and comforted him,

"Dad and his friends are old, and they all want to be steady, but you are still forcing them head-on. If you don't get scolded, who will?"

Liu Ming shook his head and hugged Zhang You: "I let them do education, not to train a group of sour Confucian scholars who can only talk big. I have made up my mind about this reorganization. Didn't he say that the emperor's words are final? I will issue an order to reorganize tomorrow and see what they will do."

"How old are you? Still childish~" Zhang You looked at Liu Ming with a headache and amusement.

The cause of the incident was that Liu Ming came back at night and proposed to Liu Wanhua to reorganize the Education Committee and change the power composition, and was scolded by Liu Wanhua.

The father and son had a fierce collision. Seeing that things were not going well, Zhang You released Liu Haoran to stop Liu Wanhua's emotions, and then released Liu Xinran to let Liu Ming choose to put the topic aside.

The two of them stopped arguing, but Liu Wanhua still firmly disagreed to remove the comprehensive advisory power of the Education Committee. They left unhappily, holding a child.

"Let's not talk about them. How are you doing recently? You finally have some weight on your waist. It's not easy..." Liu Yiming put one hand on Zhang You's waist, and the other hand was out of control...

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