The Rebellious Officials and Traitors of the Late Qing Dynasty

When I was in first grade, I occasionally helped my family look after the store during the summer vacation. A strange young aunt came over to buy something. Seeing that I was a child looking after the store, she stuck her head in and asked, "Where are your adults?" "My mother is not here, so you can tell me what you want to buy." I was a little disgusted with her contemptuous tone, frowned, and replied with a tone that seemed a bit sophisticated and impatient. She looked at me seriously for a few seconds, burst into laughter, and stretched out her hand to rub my hair, "I can't tell you the difference with your child, forget it, I'll take care of your business next time, little boss." After that, she turned around and left. I felt insulted. I didn't think I had been visiting the store for more than a day or two, and I hadn't seen anyone. What else can there be that I am embarrassed to say? "Wait a minute." I stopped her, turned around and took out a pack of sanitary napkins from the cardboard box, and also pulled out a black plastic bag. "Is it this? Well, use this to pretend that others can't see it." The aunt seemed to be trembling with fright, "Why do you kid know everything?" Then she walked out the door with a blushing face. I kicked him out and said, "Then do you still want this?" I shook the pad in my hand at her. Auntie walked even more hastily, "No, no, no, why are you chasing me out?" Passers-by grinned and said, "Children are so awesome these days, hahahaha." I looked at her fleeing back and muttered angrily, "I'm wasting a plastic bag." The next day, my friends and I piled sand and went home. When I returned to the store, I saw the strange aunt from yesterday chatting with my mother and holding a pretty little girl. I felt a little guilty. It couldn't be that she made a fool of herself two days ago. She would be taking revenge on me now. The strange thing is that my aunt didn't seem to see me, and she was chatting lively with my mother. I sat on the bench and listened to their chat, and then I realized that they came to Wuhan to visit relatives and were living in the residential building behind us these days. Suddenly my aunt locked her eyes on me, as if she had just discovered that I was back. "Hey, this is your son. He's so handsome." My mother was very happy, pretending to be humble, and called me over and touched the back of my head. "What's so delicate about him? He's very bad, hahaha. He's so delicate just because he looks like me." The aunt also smiled and said, "What's wrong? She looks pretty good." After saying that, she pulled the little girl next to her and said, "Yaya, call me brother." I took a closer look at this little girl. She had braids, a floral skirt, white socks, and little red leather shoes. It is indeed different from our little girls with runny noses and slippers who dare to stand and pee with us. She called me "brother" in a childish voice, and hid behind her aunt, refusing to say anything more. I wanted to touch her hair, but I just came back from sanding and my hands were too dirty. I turned and ran. "Hey, my son is still shy, hahaha." I went to the back and washed my hands and wiped them clean. He ran back and took the little girl's hand to the counter. "Whatever you want to eat, I'll open it for you." The joyful laughter of our parents came from the store. "What's wrong with this? You look like a little grown-up." In the next few days, Auntie often brought Yaya over to play. They chat as adults. I just stole a handful of snacks in my pocket and took Yaya out to eat. "Guess what the flavor of today's lollipop is. If you guess it right, I'll give it to you." "Banana" "Yes, you guessed it right again, here it is." "Why am I always right?" "Because you are awesome" I didn't tell her that I had all the flavors of lollipops with me, so she had no chance of guessing wrong. A few days later, Yaya and I were building a castle with bricks. Auntie walked out of my shop and shouted from a distance: Yaya, let's go back to have lunch. Yaya was a little reluctant to leave, the castle was half full. I said it doesn't matter, we will pile it up next time. Auntie came over and asked me with a smile: Do you like Yaya? I stared at my toes and whispered, I like them. "But we leave the day after tomorrow, what should we do?" I looked at Yaya and then at Auntie, and suddenly I felt like crying, and my throat was so blocked that I couldn't say anything. Auntie squatted down and said to me: Let me tell you a secret. After hearing this, I shuddered and held back my tears. After pushing to the half-finished castle, he ran straight home. I never take a nap, so I lay down until it was time for dinner. I feebly asked my mother, who was dragging me out of bed to eat, to verify the authenticity of what my aunt said. My mother nodded, "Yes, yes, you never knew?" Only then did I burst into tears. "How many snacks did you eat from me? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I just want to say to that aunt. Why are you dressing your son up like a little girl? ! ! Is there something wrong! ! ! ! ! ! I also gave him a nickname Yaya! ! ! ! ! Is that a nickname for boys? ! ! ! Looking back many years later, I realized that I might have invited revenge from my aunt.

The most annoying era in Chinese history! Qing Dynasty. None

Eunuch. . . . .

Advocating for foreigners, the protagonist actually knelt down and licked an American. It was really written 6

Stop traveling through time and let history develop on its own.

In a nutshell, this is a clean book in which the main character is hypocritical and treacherous and has no backbone, the emotional scenes are like boiled water with no highlights, but the war scenes are more vivid and exciting, and the overall story is so-so. It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. It's a pity, no wonder the results are not very good.

After reading Chapter 5, as a person who traveled to the past in modern times, knowing the coming turmoil, instead of thinking of ways to strengthen himself to protect himself, he only knew how to escape! I still want to go to the United States! To put it bluntly, such a protagonist is garbage! Nausea!

Well, I didn't want to read it after reading the introduction. How rubbish is that pig's trotters that you still want to eat and wait to die in the late Qing Dynasty?

Your health is important, it doesn't matter if you rest more. But why are those books gone? Do you need an explanation? After all, when you paid for the subscription, you didn't say you could only watch it once...

You let those rebels call them Shenma