MTL - I-Chapter 1011 1007【From Overseas Student to Beggar】

  Chapter 1011 1007【From overseas student to beggar】

  Golitsyn was not taken to the county office, nor to the court, but to the police station.

  The bureau was very lively, more than 30 gang fights, almost everyone was injured, they were divided into two groups and sat there staring.

  Because foreigners were involved, the interpreter of Honglu Temple was also called and seemed to be mediating the conflict there.

A cultural man wearing a square scarf pointed to his swollen eyes and said, "Deputy Qian Bureau, what do you think I have been beaten up? My parents have never beaten me, but today I have these barbarians beat me up." I have to pay for the decoction, and I have to put these savages in jail!"

Deputy Director Qian of the police station smiled and said: "You didn't suffer a loss. It's really embarrassing to say that 24 beat 13 others, and they almost lost. Thanks to those Nanyang servants, otherwise you all have to lie down. Sometimes I want to beat you up."

  The literati argued: "Uncle Qian, we are all genteel people. We always talk but don't fight. Fighting is something that inferior people do."

  Director Qian said: "Okay, the matter is very clear. You should do it first..."

"What do you mean we should do it first?" the literati said angrily, "It's these Raksha barbarians who don't understand the rules and can't speak the official language of the Celestial Dynasty. They actually imitate people to recruit prostitutes in Xuanwu Lake. Do famous prostitutes on the painting boat see them whenever they want? Even We all played tea circles honestly, and they insisted on making a fuss. I can't bear to argue a few words, these barbarians actually yelled at me, and the saliva splashed on my face. I pushed him away, and he came to me One punch. The fist was so heavy that it made my eyes shine. He hit someone first, okay?"

  Director Qian said angrily, "Damn you, that's called pushing people away? You can just kick them with your feet, or attack from behind. The Raksha ghost still has your footprints on his back."

   "I don't care," the literati said, "Uncle Qian, let's not talk about your old acquaintance with my father, just say whether the Chinese people help the Chinese people or not!"

  Director Qian is unwilling to linger on such a trivial matter, and at the same time is obviously partial to the people of the country: "How about this, let the Raksha ghost pay for the soup and medicine. There are 24 of you in total, and each of you will be compensated ten taels of silver."

"No," the literati said anxiously, "These Raksha barbarians brought weapons, if they hadn't been told to leave all their troops behind when they boarded the boat, they would definitely use swords and guns, and my nephew might even lose his life. "

  Director Qian turned his head and said to the interpreter of Honglu Temple: "These envoys are fighting and fighting. They can no longer be allowed to bring weapons. All weapons must be confiscated."

  The interpreter said: "The Russian envoys have already left. These people are not envoys, but foreigners staying in the capital."

"I don't care if he is a messenger or not. Anyway, we can't keep any more weapons," Director Qian said. "Tell these Raksha ghosts to pay 240 taels of soup medicine. In addition, the boat owner claimed 20 taels of silver for the furniture, teapots, and teacups damaged in the fight. , both parties in the fight will each pay 10 taels."

  The literati shouted again: "What precious things cost 20 taels? Those tables, chairs, benches, teapots and tea bowls are more than enough to pay him 5 taels of silver."

  Director Qian said to the boatman: "Twenty taels is really too much."

   "That's ten taels, no less," said the boatman, "Not only did they break things, but they also broke the business of painting boats, so they should lose money."

  The translator then went to talk to the Tsarist Russian youth to explain the results of the case.

  Khovansky said angrily when he heard it: "He kicked me from the back first, why should we lose money?"

  The interpreter said: "You have injured people."

   "We got hurt too," Khovanski said.

  The interpreter said: "But they were hurt more."

   Khovanski said: "They were hurt more because they were too weak to fight. Is it a sin that we are stronger?"

  The interpreter said: "They are standing up to uphold justice, and you were the first to make trouble in Huafang."

Khovansky said: "We heard that the boats in the lake were high-end brothels, so we went there. But the boat owner took the money, but didn't call the prostitutes. He only let us drink tea on another boat. This is a scam. We were cheated out of money, so we got into trouble with the tea pourer."

"You also said that it is a high-end brothel, can it be the same as an ordinary brothel?" The interpreter explained, "If you want to meet a famous prostitute, you must drink tea and drink first. And you can't just go there once. If you spend less than ten times, a famous prostitute will even you I don’t even want to know their names.”

  Khovanski was stunned: "Is this a prostitute or a lady?"

  The translator sighed: "I really didn't lie to you. You will know when you learn to speak Chinese."

  Howanski held back his anger, and had no choice but to take out a bank note: "I don't have two hundred and forty taels of silver in cash. This is a deposit certificate of one thousand taels from Datong Bank."

  These youths studying abroad in Tsarist Russia only had one thousand taels of silver, and the rest was dozens of taels of change.

  Only one brawl, and one-fourth of the funds for studying abroad were lost.

   When Golitsyn came to the police station, these guys had already gone to the bank, and the two parties were dealing with the compensation issue at Datong Bank.

  Golitsyn also made a statement at the police station, and was required to hand in the saber, and then took it away with a receipt when he left Nanjing.

  Back to the small rented courtyard, those young people were arguing, and they started fighting after arguing.

   When they finished their quarrel, Golitsyn stepped forward and said, "I haven't paid this month's living expenses yet."

   "You still want money?"

  Khovanski was worried that he had nowhere to vent, and sneered, "We are all from great aristocrats, only you are an ordinary aristocrat. Why do you hang out with us?"

  Golitsyn said: "I was sent by His Majesty the Tsar to study in China, and I was personally selected by Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

   "I don't care how you got here, move out of here immediately!" Khovanski roared.

   "Hit him!"

  Another nobleman shouted, and someone rushed over as he spoke, and punched Golitsyn on the cheekbone.

   Khovanski also started to act, kicking Goritsyn to the ground.

   After a heavy beating, Golitsyn was carried and thrown out of the courtyard. He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up for a long time.

  However, these noble youths have lost more than two hundred taels of silver, but they don't know what to do. He continued to play in and out of the city all day long, and was ripped off by the shopkeepers, leaving a few hundred taels of silver, which was spent in less than two months.

  They dug out a few pieces of sable skins left by Baykov. These things are very valuable in Nanjing. Good quality can cost thousands of taels of silver, while bad ones can be sold for four to five hundred taels.

   These guys sell them in leather goods stores, and they also know to go to Honglu Temple to find translators.

   But the translator is not reliable, and the joint merchants cheated them. It was agreed that the total price would be 5,000 taels, but only 1,000 taels was paid, and only one mink fur was admitted.

   Khovanski was furious, and in front of the interpreter, he beat up the manager of the fur shop.

  Then, they went to the police station again, paying for twenty taels of medicine...

   Half a year later, a group of Russian beggars appeared in Nanjing, and their daily income was not bad. Because Nanjing has not seen beggars for a long time, and now not only do they have them, they are also Raksha beggars, and the common people regard them as rare animals.

   Poor brother Khovanski, historically, he was the actual executor of the coup in Sofia.

  He was in control of the shooting army at the time, equivalent to the commander of the Moscow garrison, and was bribed by Sophia to stage a coup, expelling Peter the Great by force and putting him under house arrest.

   This guy has no brains at all. After the incident is completed, he actually pretends to be a hero and clamors to be promoted. Sofia promoted him to a rank, but Khovanski was still not satisfied, and asked Sofia to build a monument to the Shooting Army in Moscow.

  His demands became more and more outrageous, forcing Sophia to cut him off.

   And the new commander-in-chief of the shooting army is that Golitsyn!

   But Golitsyn said that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he limped and ran to visit Pascal. Fortunately, Pascal was at home on vacation this time.

  Pascal has lived in China for many years and has already studied both arts and sciences. He not only produced a number of research results, but also studied the Four Books and Five Classics in depth. His way of reading the Four Books and Five Classics is very similar to that of Zhao Han, that is, grasping the basic ideas and developments of Confucianism, and then re-reading specific books in detail, studying Confucianism as a natural science, and not doing the kind of excerpts from chapters. stuff.

   "Are you abandoned by the great noble?" Pascal couldn't help laughing.

  Golitsyn corrected: "They haven't inherited the title yet, they are just the sons of great nobles."

  Pascal asked: "Are you going back to Russia?"

"I have no money," Golitsyn shook his head. "I want to find a job and use my spare time to study, but I don't know how to speak Khitan yet. I have studied natural science in Moscow, and I can be your assistant. No salary, just take care of the food."

  Pascal thought for a while: "Then you can be my assistant."

  Golitsyn asked curiously: "Aren't you planning to go back to France? Why do you have to live in China?"

"Staying in France, I can't deal with the relationship between science and God," Pascal sighed. "I still can't deal with it in China, but I can stop thinking about it. France is my motherland, but China is my destination. God may exist, but certainly not in the way people imagine. God may be an energy, he may be a will, but he is certainly not a divine being in human form."

   Hearing this, Golitsyn quickly made a sign of the cross on his chest.

  Pascal asked: "What about you, will you go back to Moscow after learning the knowledge?"

Golitsyn said: "Yes, I must go back. When I return to Moscow, millions of serfs will be free, and Russia will become stronger than ever. The Yenisei River Basin will definitely fall into the hands of the Khitan, but I will firmly consolidate the territory west of the Yenisei River!"

  The ideal is grand, but the implementation is nonsense.

   According to China's reform in Russia, it will fall apart after modification. Then we have to take it step by step, first learn the development model of Western Europe, and at most learn a little science and technology in China.

   "Mr. Pascal," Golitsyn asked suddenly, "in addition to climate factors, why do you think China can become powerful? Why can the population be so large?"

Pascal smiled and said: "The development routes of civilizations are different. Recently, I was reading articles sent back from overseas, which recorded many different civilizations. Some were primitive societies, while others were conquered by colonists. There are some young scholars in China who analyze and summarize the types of civilizations and Progress of Civilization. Subscribe to those journals if you are interested."

  (end of this chapter)