I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

That's why he helped Mo Huilan and her son complete the overseas procedures.

Although Mo Huilan is a bit older and her skin is a bit dark, she looks like she has no feet bound.

Huaiyong who did not have feet bound received a particularly high commission, which made Huaiyong very happy.

Likewise, the sailors of the Dolphin Company were delighted.

A Chinese woman who has given birth and has a child of half a child is really not poking!

Daming is short of such talents now!

Just when both of them were very happy, Mo Huilan said nervously again: "You two poor men... I don't have money to buy a boat ticket, may I ask if this kind of friendship can be used..."

The sailor and Huaiyong laughed, and were about to say that they would go to Daming with food and lodging without spending a penny, when they suddenly saw the dark and poor old woman in front of them, and silently took out a Daming banknote.

On the banknote, a heroic man riding a big horse is vividly depicted.

And the denomination under the portrait is... 50 yuan...

Chapter 335 What is the price of the emperor?

In Fengdu of Daming, Lianmoju Tavern.

Most of the good things in the world are similar.

The short peace always gives people the illusion of a quiet time.

Lianmoju is a small tavern in the style of Jiangnan, with flowing water, green bamboo, and neon clothes, silk and bamboo.

But now that my Ming Dynasty established the country with martial virtues, of course I can't learn the style of the Southern Dynasty and immerse myself in the stories of jade, flour and jade, gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.

Scholars are not useless, and Yayue is not just mere music.

Today, Daming is cultivating sword-wielding scholars with the world in mind, and advocating Daming's elegant music that sees small feelings and understands righteousness.

Therefore, the whole tavern has a little more fortitude like blowing trumpets in the gracefulness of the south of the Yangtze River.

"Thousands of miles are not hesitating to die, and once you succeed. Draw a picture of the Qilin Pavilion, and enter the Mingguang Palace..."

After the next song was sung on the stage, a young man in his twenties stood by the window and couldn't help stopping his glass.

"I really hope that on the day when the Ming Dynasty will be restored to the five continents and the world will be unified, I will also be able to lose my armor and return to the field. I will have a drink and listen to music with Brother Xia in my free time. I will have no regrets in this life!"

Mo Bai gulped down a glass of Coke and burped comfortably.

Xia Zhixin warmed the old wine in front of the case, and said with a smile: "You, you, this really doesn't seem to come from the mouth of the murderous Xiao Baiqi."

"Hey, Brother Xia, that's all rumored in the military, it's a thing of the past!"

Mo Bai waved his hands again and again, and said, "I was young and vigorous in the past, and the Ministry of War warned me several times, and my brother is now twenty, so I already understand the truth... White-skinned officers can be exchanged for money!"

Xia Zhixin originally wanted to praise Xiaoyou a few words, but he could only cover his forehead when he heard it.

Mo Bai didn't know it, but said happily: "Brother, do you know that last time in Fusang, our master captured a French count and exchanged it for 20 yuan. This is more profitable than doing business!"

"Bah bah bah!"

Xia Zhixin reached out and knocked a chestnut on his brother's head, and said angrily, "Our Long Live Lord is a sage and emperor who saves the people from fire and water and rebuilds China. How come you have become a reckless man who robs houses and houses?"

Mo Bai clutched his forehead, completely losing the demeanor of Xiao Baiqi.

Mo Bai shrank his neck and said, "I'm not educated, I'm not very good at talking...Anyway, I don't usually steal business from Tigers and them."

The tiger in Mo Bai's mouth is his partner, Hu Po, the imperial trainer of the third division, who has always been in charge of the ideological and political work of the army.

After thinking about it, Mo Bai still did not give up and said: "Brother, why do you think this Frenchman is so rich? I heard from Xi Yazhou that it is because he is a dilapidated earl and he is a hard-headed earl, otherwise at least he can add more money." A '0'..."

"That is, in the words of Long Live, the Second French Empire is a usury empire, the most corrupt and filthy form of imperialism!"

When it comes to this, Xia Zhixin is not sleepy.

He is now in the high position of the left servant of the Ministry of Rites.

In addition to taking care of the work of the museum, he is also the head of the National History Research Institute, mainly responsible for the theoretical work of Ming Dynasty's domestic consciousness culture, national identity, and country studies.

In a sense, although Xia Zhixin is not the Minister of Rites, the importance of his work is no less than that of Zhao Aqian, the Minister of Rites.

In fact, at present, in the entire Ministry of Rites, everyone jokes that there are five King Kongs.

They are Zhao Aqian who is in charge of news and publicity and general literature and art, Xia Zhixin who is in charge of theoretical research, Feng Renjun who is in charge of diplomacy and military affairs, Ii Hiroto who is in charge of religion, and Yin Hu who is in charge of movies.

Xia Zhixin wants to form a theory of what the emperor said and did, and form a catchy political slogan into a book, which is convenient for officials and common people to learn and understand.

For example, this "usury imperialism" is Xia Zhixin's words of the emperor included in the book "The History of the Fortunes of the European Countries".

This book was edited by Xia Zhixin, assisted by Huang Menling Ito Hirobumi, and Zhu Fugui personally checked it. After it was printed and published, officials of the fifth rank and above in the Ming Dynasty had to learn it, and use other mountains to attack jade.

The so-called "French usury imperialism" refers to the phenomenon that the French domestic industry has declined and the industry has been hollowed out, but the financial industry is booming abnormally.

Monopoly capitalists invest a large amount of capital in the field of credit rather than in the field of production, and invest far more abroad than domestically.

This unproductive usury-like capital export has enabled France to reap huge interest every year, which in turn has strengthened the corrupt and parasitic nature of the capitalists.

At its peak, there were as many as 200 million rentiers in France, and together with their families, they accounted for more than 1/8 of the country's population.

How can such an environment provide high-quality soldiers and high-quality industrial workers.

Therefore, it is historically inevitable that France will gradually slip from being the number one power in continental Europe in the Napoleon era to becoming a French chicken that everyone can breastfeed.

From the perspective of God of later generations, Zhu Fugui can naturally grasp this point accurately. This is one of the reasons why he chose to temporarily tolerate the British and strike hard at the French.

However, the French chickens are relatively empty, but it is also true that they are rich. Armed with money, the combat effectiveness of the French army is still acceptable.

Mo Bai couldn't help but said angrily: "Don't talk about our Ming Dynasty, just talk about the poor people in the hometown of China, facing the loess and back to the sky, working hard all their lives digging food from the ground, and the accumulated surplus was stolen by corrupt officials and the Manchu government. It's nothing more than exploitation, and it's really tolerable to suck blood for those fat-brained French capitalists, what can't be tolerated!"

The reason why Mo Bai said this was because there was a gap of more than one million taels left in the Qing Dynasty to raise Liao's salary, which was borrowed from the French and the British.

"But having said that, one earl can exchange hundreds of thousands of Ming Yuan. Brother Xia, how much do you think their emperor can exchange?" Mo Bai suddenly asked out of his mind.

"Haha, our little Baiqi still wants to go to the Tuileries Palace to tie up the three chieftains, won't he succeed? He has a good heart, but this is too outrageous!" Xia Zhixin laughed loudly.

Mo Bai scratched his head and said, "Hey, yes, the French emperor will not come to America. How can there be such a good thing in the world..."

"Master!"

Just when the two old friends, Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin, were enjoying a rare holiday, a messenger trotted over.

He bowed to Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin, and then reported in a low voice: "Master, the Xinjin Naturalization Center sent an inquiry letter, saying that there is a mother and son who claim to be your sister and nephew..."

"Is it Guilan and Feihong?"

Mo Bai stood up excitedly, knocking over the Coke in his hand.

"It seems to be these two names."

The communications soldier nodded, "This is their photo, look!"

Chapter 336 The Beginning of Cultivating a 200 Jin Chinese Hercules

The photos were taken by the staff at the Xinjin Naturalization Center, and the images are very clear.

Although he hadn't seen him for several years, Mo Bai could still tell at a glance that the dark and skinny woman and half-child in the photo were his sister and nephew.

When I left Guangdong, Feihong was only six years old, but now he is over ten years old, but he doesn't seem to have grown much taller.

Mo Bai saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Both the Mo family and the Huang family have kung fu, so little Huang Feihong has shown amazing talent in martial arts since he was a child.

But Mo Bai, who has been in the army for a long time, understands that the true truth of fighting is not to lose strength.

Just arrived in Daming, the bony soldiers couldn't beat the muscular old Ming in hand-to-hand combat.

Not to mention marching and various overload training.

It is clearly stipulated in the regulations of the Royal Army that soldiers who have not received nutritional supplements are not allowed to undergo high-intensity training.

Of course, this kind of thing is not absolute. In many cases, the will can make up for the lack of the body.

For example, the North Korean pilots of later generations, with their truly extraordinary willpower, their super high IQ as East Asians, and their hard-working spirit of hard work, they always rank among the best in the flight training courses offered by our country.

But only in sports such as supersonic overload, which completely competes with physical fitness, they always fail.

There was even a situation where the plane landed with willpower, and then passed out after vomiting blood.

On the contrary, those black pilots from the African region who have been in a mess in other courses can easily complete several overload trainings without any discomfort at all.

This cannot completely rule out ethnic factors, but the main reason is that North Korean pilots ate too poorly during their growth and development period, and even after enlisting in the army, and did not have sufficient nutrition to lay a solid foundation for their bodies.

Although Africa is poor, firstly, the African continent is rich in products, especially meat, and secondly, the blacks who can become pilots are generally the children of local nobles, and they have no worries about food and clothing since childhood.

All in all, as early as when Zhu Fugui promoted football and other sports in the whole army and various factories and mines, he had already proposed that "if you want to civilize your spirit, you must first be brutal with your body", "eat more meat, egg and milk, and let New York and London smoke." "Slogan.

Mo Bai has always believed in the words of Long Live God.

In this era, children grow and develop late. Although Huang Feihong is already 10 years old, he still has time to eat more meat, egg and milk, and his physique is brutal.

After all, it is not easy to beat a 200-jin British Hercules with cleverness, not to mention whether it is physically possible.

In Zhu Fugui's view, why can't we become 200-jin Chinese strongmen, and then deal with them with a left uppercut?

It is the traditional wisdom of the Chinese nation to always fight the big with the small and win the big with the wisdom, but it is also the shackles in the hearts of some people.

The Chinese people of later generations have experienced a century of decline. It was not until the 21s that the height of the 20-year-old population was equal to that of southern Europe.

And here, Da Ming will shorten this process by at least one hundred and twenty years.

Even considering that Europeans in this era are also short winter melons, Daming is likely to be able to achieve the goal of the new generation in North America to abuse Western teenagers in a short period of time.

This is also the reason why Zhu Fugui would still let Morishita use his eugenics theory to strictly block short stature and female naturalization when the female population shortage in Ming Dynasty was so serious.

After more than a hundred years, Zhu Fugui is convinced that this will become an inevitable stain on his political career, and even if his juniors are not good enough, Emperor Fugui may still be beaten in the new era.

But the so-called ancestors, of course, have to do the dirty work that should be done, and don’t leave the burden to future generations, but let them carefreely blow on the air conditioner, nestle on the sofa, and use their mobile phones to clean up their lives. The key policy to criticize some.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go on, this is the reason.

……

Although I really want to give my little nephew with unlimited potential food supplements and scientific training as soon as possible, but the new immigrants must be isolated and trained at the naturalization point for one month. This is the iron rule of Ming Dynasty.

Of course Mo Bai has no guts, nor the right to destroy this.

Fortunately, the food in the naturalization point is also very good, that is, it is far from the standard of raising a 200-jin Hercules, but it must be much better than what their mother and son ate in Daqing.

Mo Bai can only wait for a month before taking good care of his sister and nurturing his nephew.

"Brother Mo, so you have relatives?"

Xia Zhixin wiped the coke on the table with a handkerchief, and asked in surprise, "You haven't picked them up all these years, I thought you were as lonely as me!"

"Uh?"

Mo Bai was stunned, "That old brother Xia, I remember you are not alone?"

"Haha, yes, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, three glasses of wine!"

Gulu Gulu drank three cups of Tai Diao, Xia Zhixin's old face turned slightly red, "Speaking of which, it is thanks to you, Brother Mo, that I was able to grow old in the New Year, met your sister-in-law, and became husband and wife at the collective wedding of the Long Live God. Within months, your sister-in-law finally gave me a lovely daughter!"

"No, bro, I'm not talking about your daughter, I mean you seem to have a son..."

"Haha, you haven't seen my daughter yet, have you? She is so cute, the blinking of her little bean eyes melts the heart of this old man..."

"Speaking of which, the old man claims to be the second talented person in Ming Dynasty, but he has been unable to make up his mind on the matter of naming. It is not easy to ask Long Live Lord about this matter. After all, although he is the number one talented person, he gave Yang a The names chosen by the three daughters of Qianhu are really..."

Yang Dani, Yang Erni, and Yang Sanni are all three years old now, and each of them is skinnier than the other, and Xiangcha's hair is half grey.

With such "jewels" in front of him, Xia Zhixin really didn't dare to ask Zhu Fugui for advice.

Instead, they took out a small book every time they met, on which were densely written more than 400 female names of Huizhi Lanxin picked from the Poems of Elegance.

Mo Bai was dazzled by the pile of names, so he had no choice but to swallow his question about Brother Xia's son.

Alas, cultured people just like to live in masks.

Mingming brother Xia was overly sad because of the loss of his son, but he still wanted to numb himself with the joy in front of him.

The happier he smiled, the more pain he must have felt in his heart, right?

Mo Bai looked at the corners of Xia Zhixin's mouth when he talked about his daughter, and couldn't help making up his mind in his heart that from now on, he would never mention his son in front of Brother Xia.

He must not reveal his carefully hidden scars.

Perhaps this is the romance and tenderness of a man!