In the third year of Xianfeng's reign, the Qing Dynasty ran out of money.
An official document from Beijing to "organize a large-scale regiment training and raise self-supply for military supplies" was issued and landed in the eastern part of the country. It first turned into the anti-suppression funds that the police officers came to collect, and then turned into the money for equipment and fence repairs that the villages were forced to collect. Finally, it turned into the scrap iron priced at one price a day in the market, and the sharpened bamboo poles in everyone's hands.
At first, no one thought this would cause much trouble. It's nothing more than paying a few more pennies, standing on duty for a few more nights, and preparing a few more things.
But life is getting worse little by little.
The water in the well is getting shallower and shallower, the food in the pot is getting less and less, and the words between acquaintances are getting harder and harder. When an ordinary bamboo-buying dispute turns bloody in the Holy Mountain of Huazhou, Guanzhong will never go back to its past.
Write closer, write about the entrance of the village, the well platform, the market, the earthen fence, write about how a copper plate, a piece of bamboo, and a false alarm overnight can gradually force the common people to become knife-wielding people;
Write about the financial collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the money everywhere, the loss of regiment training, and how people like Zhang Fu, Shengbao, Duolong'a, Zuo Zongtang, and Bai Yanhu dragged the northwest into a sea of blood step by step.
Starting from cutting bamboo on the holy mountain, he wrote about the ten years of killings in the northwest of the late Qing Dynasty.
