Chapter 340: Depends on the Legend

"Hehe, I didn't think about anything, let's go." Luo Jian smiled, his own problem of being easily distracted could not be changed.

Walking into the Forbidden City, Luo Jian looked at the whole picture of the Forbidden City with some surprise.

In another time and space, Luo Jian has been to the Forbidden City several times, and he has watched a lot of films about the Forbidden City on TV, but the Forbidden City in front of him is too different from the Forbidden City he has seen before.

The Taihe Palace, Qianqing Palace, and Cining Palace on the central axis of the Forbidden City are all gone, only the broken walls and ruins all over the ground, Luo Jian seems to have arrived at the Old Summer Palace in another time and space, looking at the scene in front of him Luo Jian began to be stunned again.

"This is all a good thing that Li Zicheng did!" Zuo Maodi said next to him.

Luo Jian then remembered that Li Zicheng set fire to the Forbidden City when he evacuated Beijing, but he didn't burn it all down, and most of the buildings he saw in the Forbidden City were gradually rebuilt by the Qing Dynasty.

Everything in front of him made Luo Jian's little sympathy for Li Zicheng no longer exist, and he had thought about saving him before his Jiugong Mountain was killed, but now it was completely right to think about saving him.

Originally, the reconstruction of the Forbidden City began in the Shunzhi period of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but in this time and space, because the Southern Ming Dynasty had existed in the first two years, and later the Nanjing government was established, which put great pressure on the Manchu court, which made them have no energy or financial resources to rebuild, and Luo Jian saw the Forbidden City after Li Zicheng burned it.

Although it is a ruined wall, since it is here, I have to go and see it.

The group walked to the Wuying Palace, which was actually the center of power of the Manchu court for several years, but now the hall is empty, and several soldiers of the Wehrmacht are standing guard outside the hall. The whole hall seemed empty.

There was a bit of buzz in the empty hall. The group only walked around and looked inside. Wang Qiang was particularly interested in the dragon chair on the stage, and ran up to try to sit down.

"Erection, where is it comfortable?" Wang Qiang stood up and said to everyone.

"Uncomfortable? To sit in this position, you can only go up with the corpses of countless people. Luo Jian said.

Although Luo Jian was also a little interested in the dragon chair, when he used to look at the Forbidden City, he always glanced at it from a distance, and did not let him take a closer look, he really wanted to see what the dragon chair made of rosewood looked like, but he knew that now he had to be careful with his every move. If he goes up and sits like Wang Qiang, there may be many explanations.

"Mr. Zuo, although the Forbidden City has been burned like this by Li Zicheng, it is after all the crystallization of the hard work of our predecessors, and it is also a precious wealth left to the younger generations, and the remaining buildings can no longer be destroyed in our hands, we must protect them." Luo Jian turned his head and said to Zuo Maodi.

"Xinghua, what do you mean that we won't repair the Forbidden City?" Zuo Maodi asked with some confusion.

"Mr. Zuo, I have seriously considered this issue, and it is impossible to rebuild it in the hands of our generation. In the huge China, everything is in ruins. If you have the money to rebuild the Forbidden City, it is better to use it for construction and to improve people's livelihood. As for our next generation, when they have spare money in their hands, they want to restore the great building of our nation to its original appearance for future generations to visit, we can't care about it! Luo Jian said seriously.

"Tour? Xinghua, you mean the Forbidden City is used for tours? Zuo Maodi looked at Luo Jian with even more suspicious eyes.

"Mr. Zuo, why are you not visiting us? Do you think this kind of hall is comfortable to live in? When Mr. Zuo arrives in Nanjing, you will know that not many people are willing to live in such a temple-like house? Wang Qiang said with a big grin beside him.

Zuo Maodi was a little dazed, he had also been in the Forbidden City before, he could hardly imagine the scene when ordinary people could casually walk the sacred solemnity and power hall back then.

Luo Jian has actually thought about this problem for a long time, thousands of years of feudal rule, so that the idea of imperial power has penetrated into the marrow of people, it is not a day's work to change this idea, and opening the Forbidden City to ordinary people and letting the imperial power go down the altar should be a good way, and the more you see, the less mystery.

Coming out of the Wuying Palace, everyone walked to the Jianji Hall again, Luo Jian did not enter the hall again this time, and pulled Zuo Maodi to sit down directly on the steps of the Jianji Palace.

Zuo Maodi knew that Luo Jian was easy-going, but he didn't expect him to sit down on the steps outside the Jianji Palace, smiled bitterly, and had to sit down with Luo Jian.

"Mr. Zuo, there is one thing that has been too busy to discuss with you. Although the Manchu court was nominally destroyed, in fact there were many follow-up events, we recovered so much territory, and the post-war reconstruction was extremely busy, so I really didn't have so much time to stay in Beijing. ”

Two days ago, Shi Kefa had already sent someone to send urgent mail, urging Luo Jian to rush back as soon as possible after solving the Beijing problem, and most of the officials of the Nanjing government were rushed by him to Henan and the Lianghu area to arrest production.

"Xinghua, you mean to let me stay in Beijing?" Zuo Maodi quickly understood what Luo Jian meant.

That's what it means. We can't all stay in Beijing with so many troops, we have to solve the problem of Gyeonggi as soon as possible, and then the army will continue to march to Shanxi, Ma Yingkui is a steady person with rich combat experience, and when he returns from pursuing Duoduo, he is ready to let him lead the army to Shanxi, the Seventh Division will temporarily stay in Beijing to guard, and the Fourth and Sixth Divisions will march to Liaodong according to the situation to solve the northeast problem. ”

Luo Jian explained the intention of pulling it down in detail, and Zuo Maodi nodded again and again after hearing it.

"Xinghua, in fact, the next thing is simple, why didn't Xinghua issue a major governor's order, so that the Manchu officials and defenders everywhere must surrender to the national defense force as soon as possible, now that the Manchu court has been destroyed, they have no support, these places should be able to pass on the name!" Zuo Maodi suggested.

"Yes, this is the trend of the times, but it is not excluded that there are a few people who are loyal to the Manchus, and we must also rely on military strength to back it up." Luo Jian nodded in response.

"Mr. Zuo, I want to ask Mr. Zuo to stay in Beijing, and you must know it." Luo Jian looked at Zuo Maodi seriously and said.

"Xinghua, do you mean that I want to properly handle the problem of Manchurian?" Zuo Maodi reacted quickly.

"Mr. Zuo, it's not just the Manchu problem, it's also the Mongol problem. I know that too. For hundreds of years. These ethnic minorities have brought great suffering to our Han people. But after all, they live in the same country with us, history will eventually pass, we must look to the future, the ******** will slowly fade away, the future world will be a competition between countries, and we can only unite the people of all nationalities living on this land, we will have a stable internal environment, in order to concentrate on the development of our country. ”

Luo Jian said slowly. He didn't know that Yi Bangcai and Wang Qiang had already finished reading the Jianji Palace, and walked out and stood behind the two of them, listening quietly.

"Xinghua, you trust me so much, this old man, I am very grateful, Xinghua, you can rest assured, I understand what you mean, I will also know how to do it, and I will report to you at any time if there is any situation here." Zuo Maodi said with some emotion, and these days, he has learned a lot of new words.

Just when the two of them were talking slowly, and the group of people behind were listening quietly. A staff officer hurriedly ran in with two guards and saluted in front of Luo Jian. I handed over the folder in my hand.

Luo Jian took the file and opened it to take a closer look, and was immediately happy, "Haha, this kid Cihuan finally got the telegraph out!" ”

"The equipment has already been shipped?" Luo Jian asked the staff officer.

"Report to the Governor that he has passed through the canal to Dongbianmen." The staff officer replied.

"Xinghua, is this telegraph something new?" Zuo Maodi asked curiously.

"Mr. Zuo, just now you were still saying that you would report to Nanjing if there was a situation, but now it is convenient, and with a telegraph, you can contact at any time." Luo Jian said happily.

"Mr. Zuo, I'm worried about the military orders and government orders in various places, I have to watch them install the telegraph!" Luo Jian said impatiently.

Zuo Maodi nodded with a wry smile, he didn't understand what Luo Jian said just now, seeing that Luo Jian left in a hurry, he had to go back to Wang Qiang and ask carefully.

Luo Jian walked out and asked the staff officer about the details of the telegraph.

It turned out that Liu Weimin was also very anxious about the problem of remote communication, and personally went to participate in Zhu Cihuan's research group.

Although Liu Weimin is not very proficient in physics, because the generator has gasoline, Luo Jian's laptop can be turned on again, and everything is not a problem.

The advent of the electron tube has even accelerated the manufacturing process of wireless telegraphs, and just last month several telegraph machines have been formally tested, and what satisfied Liu Weimin is that the communication distance can reach three or four hundred kilometers under the condition of setting up antennas.

This distance from Nanjing to Beijing is certainly not good, but it can be used by relay method, after careful testing and calculation, Liu Weimin and Zhu Cihuan decided to set up four relay stations from Nanjing to Beijing, so that each relay station will not have to be installed on the top of the mountain. After installing it all the way, it finally arrived in Beijing.

By the time Luo Jian arrived at Dongbianmen, several large wooden boxes had been unloaded from the ship, several young people who looked like students were directing a group of soldiers to carefully carry the boxes onto the carriage, and another ship was pulling a steam engine and boiler, which was also moving to the dock.

Just as the telegraph was about to be installed, Zuo Maodi came to him with the drafted order of the Metropolitan Governor.

Luo Jian took it from Zuo Maodi's hand and looked at it carefully, and Zuo Maodi also ran to look carefully at a bunch of telegraphs he had never seen before.

"Let's say that we won't hold all the Manchus accountable, but we don't mean that some Manchus who brutalize my people will not be punished, is this sentence changed? We can't stop the road ahead. And here, we just let the current Manchu officials maintain the status quo in their jurisdiction, not let them continue to be officials of the Nanjing government, those invaders will be traitors when they come, and lead the way for the invaders, and when the invaders are gone, they will become receivers, and this kind of thing cannot happen in our current Nanjing government. Pointing to the few words that had been drawn on the order of the Metropolitan Governor, Luo Jian said to Zuo Maodi,

"Xinghua, I'll revise it." Zuo Maodi saw that he didn't understand Luo Jian's intentions too much, and he was a little embarrassed.

"By the way, Mr. Zuo, and here, the common people are our food and clothing parents, not our 'people', is this sentence changed to 'all my Chinese people'?" Luo Jian grabbed Zuo Maodi.

"Xinghua, do you really think so?" Hearing Luo Jian's words, Zuo Maodi stopped, stared at Luo Jian with a glittering gaze and asked.

"I said Mr. Zuo, what's wrong with you? If there are no people to grow crops, what will we eat? What to wear? They are the most important subjects in this country, and without them, would it be necessary for us government officials to exist? Luo Jian was a little surprised by Zuo Maodi's gaze and asked strangely.

"Good! Xinghua, this concept is not only for us to have, but we should also pass on this concept from generation to generation! Zuo Maodi said very excitedly. (To be continued.) )