Gods and Buddhas, Gunpowder and the Sequence of the Republic of China

Zhong Ming opened his eyes and held three sticks of incense in his hand. The great scenery is the rivers, lakes and temples, and the common people have all kinds of businesses. Hundreds of industries, hundreds of industries, hundreds of industries, endless worship to the ancestors, endless incense. He said that he was a dignitary in front of people and was elected as a scholar, farmer, industrialist and merchant. It is possible to have three teachings and nine streams, but it is a pity that there are only endless plays, endless books, endless feng shui, and endless houses to build. This is a chaotic era, with foreign iron ships knocking at the gate, heroes from the Central Plains vying for the throne, and craftsmen from all walks of life traveling north and south. How many bloody evils have been aroused? There are rich beggars, murderous doctors, and salesmen who are not greedy for money... Zhong Ming sat in the hall, slapped the crowd, and asked with a smile: "I was an actor and a storyteller in the past. I fought with landlords and carried foreign guns. Do you think I am worthy of the emperor?"