"Brother Five, does Old Eight trick you with this ginger into giving away hundreds of salted fish?"
Seated at an octagonal table laden with wine and dishes, Eastern King Yang Xiuqing held a small piece of ginger that had been carved by someone into a bullet shape with a knife. He asked, with a mix of tears and laughter, his appearance thick and innocent, Wang Changhui.
Upon hearing Yang Xiuqing's question, Wei Changhui, who had just finished directing hundreds of cooks in preparing the victory feast, did not answer immediately. Instead, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and noticed that in this hall of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom that had been converted into an banquet hall, there was no one else besides Yang Xiuqing, Xiao ChaoGui, Shi Daqiao, and Hong Xuanjiao seated at the table next to him. Then he smiled and replied, "Brother Four, we're all family. How could I not help?"
"Brother Eight is also right. Only the Supreme Heavenly King would have the magic to transform five salted fish into enough food for millions of people... I can't refuse this busy work. If I don't help, it would be a loss for everyone's face, including the King and yours..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Yang Xiuqing impatiently interrupted, "Old Five, you are too straightforward and innocent, always thinking of the whole situation!"
Wei Changhui laughed, "We're all brothers in the Heavenly Kingdom! Moreover, I think Brother Eight hasn't cheated me. The 'Burst-Head Bullet' technique he taught me should be quite powerful, just what our Heavenly Kingdom needs!"
"Brother Eight also said that the guns we currently use in the sky are called smooth-bore guns, meaning the barrel is slippery, the bullet tends to slide out when it's fired, and it's not well-sealed, which makes it prone to leaking gas and can't shoot far. But as long as we make a slight modification to the gun, making it look like the ginger you have in your hand, and digging a hole at the back of the gun to make it non-slip and non-leakproof, we can shoot far and accurately," said Wei Changhui.
The "Burst-Head Bullet" that Luo Yaogu had taught Wei Changhui was actually a Nasler bullet that appeared in the 19th century 50s. This bullet had a lead skirt and a short conical cylindrical appearance, with a conical hole at its bottom, similar to the minié bullets designed for rifled guns of its time, and can also be seen as a minié bullet designed for smoothbore guns.
Now, the flintlocks and brass guns equipped in the Taiping Army are all smoothbore guns. If we can use the "Burst-Head Bullet," we can maximize their power!
"Brother Five, if this is really true, it would be great!" Shi Da Kaifu, by his side, also had a straightforward attitude without involvement in the "house struggle" of the Heavenly Kingdom and was focused solely on exterminating the demons. He stared at the "ginger bullet" with admiration in his eyes.
Yang Xiuqing smiled and directly handed the bullet model in his hand to Shi Da Kaifu, then turning to Wei Changhui, he said: "Fourth Brother, you are indeed straightforward. You believe him without question?"
Wei Changhui gave a simple, honest smile: "Brother Eight comes from the heavens, and many people have seen him with their own eyes. Moreover, he has magical artifacts that are not found in the mortal world! He also said that we were quite close when we were up in the heavens..."
Yang Xiuqing waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Let's not talk about it... Since you believe him, let your craftsmen make some according to his instructions. Don't just make bird gun bullets, also make some for the bracket guns."
"Yes, sir!" Wei Changhui bowed and accepted Yang Xiuqing's order. Then he continued, "Brother Four, I'll immediately send people to prepare it. We can definitely make some in three days."
Yang Xiuqing nodded and then turned to Shi Da Kaifu, who was studying the bullet carved from ginger, and said, "Shi Da Kaifu, you have a good shooting skill. Once Old Five's people have made those 'Burst-Head Bullets,' you should personally test-fire them and then report the results to me."
Shi Da Kaifu quickly put down the "ginger bullet," then stood up and bowed three times: "Yes, sir! Fourth Brother, please rest assured, I will personally test-fire it!"
Yang Xiuqing thought for a moment and then looked at Xiao Chaogui, "Brother-in-law, do you think what our new eighth brother is planning is legitimate?"
As he finished asking the question, the cheers of the Taiping Army's Holy Soldiers came from outside: "Miracle, miracle... Long live the Heavenly King! Long live the Southern King! Long live the Angel!"
This is Hong Xiuquan, Feng Yunshan, and Luo Yaogu distributing the "Salted Fish Roasted Meat" to a certain Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's Holy Army!
That's also a miracle!
Eating "roasted fish" made from five salt-cured fish, with each person getting a piece big enough to share, this is no miracle, what is it then?
So when a pot after pot of spicy and fragrant salted fish stew was brought in front of Hong Xiuquan, the King of the Heavenly Kingdom, he immediately became enthusiastic. Rarely personally leading, he went with Luo Yaogu and Feng Yunshan to distribute the salted fish stew among the various Taiping Army regiments under them.
With the Taiping Army soldiers having salted fish stew to eat today, witnessing the "Divine Carself-Propelled," singing the sacred song "Men Should Cultivate Their Strength," and with the Qing demons on the other side being so scared that they fled, how could there not be a resounding cheer?
And to Xiao Chaogui, the cheers... somewhat grating, after all, Hong Xiuquan was intentionally using Luo Yaogu to replace him as the bridegroom of the honored daughter!
However, Xiao Chaogui was not foolish. Although he was quite annoyed with Luo Yaogu, he did not want to become Yang Xiuqing's cannon to probe the depths of Luo Yaogu. But he also did not want people to think that he would submit, so he gave a wink to his wife Hong Xuanjiao.
Hong Xuanjiao laughed, "Brother Four, why don't I go and investigate Brother Eight's intentions under the pretext of asking for the lyrics to sing for the Western King?"
Yang Xiuqing squinted one of his good eyes, looked at Hong Xuanjiao, nodded, and said, "Then it's up to the sixth sister!"
......
When Luo Yaoguo returned to his wooden boat, it was almost evening. Su San Niang did not board the ship with him; instead, she took her female cavalrymen to a nearby stable and arranged for Luo Yaoguo's dinner there as well. So Luo Yaoguo pushed his electric tricycle alone, stepping onto the boat via a fairly wide gangplank.
After parking his bike, he pushed the door into his own cabin and heard a sweet voice saying, "Brother Eight, you've returned!"
Luo Yaoguo looked up and saw that his newly recognized elder sister, Hong Xuanjiao, was sitting on a chair by the window with her legs crossed, playing with an extremely precious solar-powered charger in her hand. This was the only one in the world; it was also the tool Luo Yaoguo used to collect "the essence of the sun and moon" for his magical phone. He had left it by the window to soak up sunlight when he left this morning.
He originally thought that without his and Su San Niang's permission, no one would be able to enter his cabin, but he forgot that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had a female camp commander named Hong Xuanjiao - the women camp soldiers guarding Luo Yaoguo were also her subordinates, so they couldn't stop her, the favorite daughter of God.
However, upon hearing Hong Xuanjiao's voice and the way she addressed him, Luo Yaoguo knew that she had no ill intentions, so he smiled and bowed to her with his hand: "Sister, you've come just in time. I have something to ask of you!"
"Looking for me?" Hong Xuanjiao, her eyes sparkling with joy, looked up at Luo Yaoguo with his bushy eyebrows and large eyes. She then smiled and waved him over. "Come and sit down. Whatever you need my help with, just say the word."
"Alright."
"Of course," Luo Yaoguo, seeing the inviting gesture from a mature and attractive woman who was several years older than him, certainly couldn't say no... and she was his sister after all. So he walked briskly over to Hong Xuanjiao's side, pulled over a chair, sat down with a plop, and then... took out his phone.
Hong Xuanjiao saw him sitting next to her "bent over playing with his phone" and found it rather strange, so she asked, "Brother Eight, what are you doing?"
"In the process," Luo Yaoguo smiled and said, "Sister, what I have in my hand is a magical item!"
"Magical item?" Hong Xuanjiao's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh dear, are you trying to use this magical item to capture me?"
"Sister, you're joking, this magical item isn't that powerful, it's just a..." Luo Yaoguo was halfway through his explanation when he suddenly changed the subject, "Sister, can you read?"
Hong Xuanjiao was also taken aback and nodded, "Brother Eight, you needn't be secretive. My dear sister, I was not blessed with a good birth in this life. I have lived a poor life since childhood, so my literacy is limited."
Hong Xuanjiao was not Hong Xiuquan's biological sister. She was originally named Yang Yunjiao, also known as Xianjiao, a close relative of Yang Xiuqing. She came from a poor background and naturally did not receive much education. However, she was extremely intelligent and soon after meeting Hong Xiuquan, she imitated "God's dream" and told her stories very well. She managed to deceive many followers and somehow convinced Hong Xiuquan, the great lecher, that she was the favorite daughter of God. As a result, she opened the door for "multipolarity" of divine power in the Yehovah's Witnesses movement.
"Not very literate? Then can you recognize these characters?"
Luo Yaoguo handed his phone to Hong Xuanjiao.
Hong Xuanjiao took a look and recognized the characters, so she whispered them out loud: "Section 2, Xiao Chaogui's troops attack Changsha...... One, Xiao Chaogui was hit by cannon fire and severely wounded?"
Upon reaching that point, Hong Xuanjiao's hand trembled, and she failed to hold onto the phone, which slipped from her grasp. Fortunately, Luo Yaoguo had been prepared and quickly reached out to catch it.
"Brother Eight, are the characters on your magical item written by you? What do you mean by that?" Hong Xuanjiao had already realized what was going on and began to ask questions.
"Sister, it wasn't written by me," Luo Yaoguo said, "It's a message sent from heaven!"
As he spoke, Luo Yaoguo aimed the phone screen towards Hong Xuanjiao. On the screen, there was an image of a man with a halo on his head, black hair cascading over his shoulders, a beard that connects with his mustache, wearing a white robe with a red shawl, and his expression was solemn.
"He..." Hong Xuanjiao looked at the photo on the phone screen and stood up unconsciously.
Luo Yaoguo didn't speak. Instead, he turned the phone and pressed a few buttons on it. The phone began to produce a solemn voice on its own: "Sixth sister, I am Shishou Ji from heaven!"
