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

Zhu Fugui shook his head, didn't think about these strange things, and continued to order, "Anyway, please ask the Russians for me whether they are willing to sell Alaska to Daming."

"Tell Comrade Nikolaevich that we, Ming Dynasty, are very sincere. I hope they will take care of themselves and not disappoint the high expectations of the two peoples for peace."

With that said, Zhu Fugui stretched his waist, and Ito Hirobumi bowed and quickly backed away.

Needless to say, Ito's writing style, Zhu Fugui didn't have to worry about it at all.

As for writing a letter to intimidate Russia's cultural attacks, it can be regarded as Zhu Fugui's impromptu idea.

But, it's best if the Russians are willing to communicate with Da Ming and Dark, and if they don't want to, it's exactly what Zhu Fugui wants.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Trans-Siberian Railway has not yet been repaired, it is extremely difficult for Tsarist Russia to project military power to the Far East, and at a time when military losses are extremely serious, Ming naturally wants to fight against Russia first and recover the vast territory of our yellow race.

In this era, Tsarist Russia in the Far East can't even beat me, the Qing Dynasty. Daming sometimes goes crazy, and it would be great to beat these two fake giants on the ground together.

The only thing Zhu Fugui worried about was the attitude of the British.

I hope that the German barbarians on the banks of the Elbe River can share a little pressure for Daming...

Chapter 353 "The Contest in the Summer Camp"

oh oh oh-

With three rooster crows, Zhangzidao's day began again.

Mu Ren rubbed his eyes, and climbed off his hard plank bed.

With the morning light through the window, he could vaguely see a photo on the wall of his bedroom.

This is a photo cropped from the "Daming Times" of Ming Emperor Zhu Fugui leaping on horseback and stepping in front of the burning Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

Mu Ren still remembered the headline of the news, which was called "The Sun and Fireworks Greet the Son of Heaven, The Jumping Clown Flees in Haste".

Needless to say, the Son of Heaven is naturally Zhu Fugui, and the clown refers to him as Muren.

"Burn my ancestral home, this feud cannot be shared, you thief, I will lick you to death!"

Mu Ren gritted his back molars, and while looking at Zhu Fugui's 24K handsome face, he licked a mouthful of pig gall hanging from the beam.

The bitter and stench rushed into the nostrils in an instant, and Mu Ren almost spat out the overnight meal.

At this moment, the images of the Yue King Goujian, the old turtle Tokugawa Ieyasu and a series of historical figures who endured humiliation and finally turned the tables appeared in Muren's mind.

"Three thousand Japanese armors can be swallowed up!"

"Although I don't even have three hundred soldiers, it's not important, and I can do it!"

Muren cheered himself up, and then pushed open the door.

The temperature in July is relatively warm, but the sea breeze in Zhangzi Island is still slightly cool in the early morning.

Mu Ren suddenly felt a little cold on his head, subconsciously touched it with his hand, and then remembered that he had already shaved his head.

Speaking of which, Muren remembered that when he was a child, when the ministers were sitting in high positions and chatting, the people in the Qing Dynasty loved to laugh at the braids of the Qing people.

I didn't expect to have such a hairstyle today.

And not just braids, but original braids that are only as thick as a mouse's tail.

If it is said that the big braids that have been improved before have some merits compared with Yuedai's hair, but the braids of today's style are really ugly.

But the good news is that it is very easy to change from a cockroach on the head of a month to a mouse braid, just a few more shaves.

Mu Ren shook his head, thinking that his hair is just a thing outside his body, and it happened to be cut off to show his ambition.

I'm bald, but I'm also stronger!

Thinking of this, Mu Ren picked up his braids, bare his upper body, wrapped stones in sackcloth, and began to run around his wooden house with a load.

If you look carefully, you can still find that he is still holding a magazine in his hand. Whenever he runs out of strength, he will take out the magazine to read it, and immediately he can grit his teeth and persevere.

The name of this magazine is "Sprout", and the word "Ming" is implied in the name of the magazine. It is obviously an official magazine of Ming Dynasty.

What Muren kept reading was one of the articles, "Contest in Summer Camp".

The author of this article is the number one Japanese traitor in Muren's heart, Noichiro Morishita, a samurai of the Aizu clan who has forgotten his ancestors.

However, although he is very contemptuous of Morishita, a traitor, Muren still attaches great importance to the content of his article, and he can almost recite the whole text.

"This is an old news from ten years ago, Yu just remembered it by chance, and I will share it with you here.

It was midsummer in Bingchen, and Yu followed his father back to Yunnan to worship his ancestors. He happened to pass by Yandang, Zhejiang, and he said he wanted to visit an old friend.

Fortunately, because of my family background, I met Long Live God for the first time that day...

……

At that time, I was 15 years old, and I practiced sword drawing every day. How could I put a nine-year-old child in my eyes.

I offered to attend a special summer camp with Banzai to show them the will of the samurai.

……

I failed, utterly defeated.

Whether it's a [-]-kg load, a [-]-kilometer cross-country run, or a week of endurance and hunger, I and other Japanese teenagers were completely defeated by Manzai and his partners.

Looking at the figure of Long Live God walking like flying, I am extremely ashamed.

Only then did I understand that Japanese teenagers had already lost at the starting line. The Japanese in the Edo period were the beat generation of Japanese.

Fortunately, I am not Japanese, I am from Yunnan.

But in any case, at that moment, I understood that if the East Asian nation wants to revive, only this young man in front of me is the hope.

Lord Long Live took my face into consideration and did not spread the matter.

After that, I returned to my father's side, and he just finished his business, and we rushed to the hometown of Qujing together.

This is the story of when I first met Long Live God. "

……

Carrying [-] kilograms, [-] kilometers of cross-country running!

Don't eat for a week, use hunger to temper your will!

Mu Ren took a deep breath.

Is the gap between me and Zhu Fugui really that big?

That was only 9 years old!

I am not reconciled, not reconciled!

Muren roared in his heart, but he didn't know that this issue of "Sprout" had been withdrawn long ago because of misleading articles.

It's not that Zhu Fugui is dissatisfied with Sen coming down to touch Ci himself, but mainly because the things mentioned in this article are too outrageous.

Young people are growing their bodies. If someone really follows Morishita's nonsense, the end result can only be malnutrition, affecting development, or perforation of the gastric mucosa, bone deformities, and sports injuries at a young age.

Nowadays, no matter if it is the children of Wa Island Duhu Mansion or Daming's children, they are all their own people, and Zhu Fugui naturally does not allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui personally asked the Ministry of Rites and Propaganda Department to withdraw the relevant magazines, and changed the relatively reliable content, such as His Majesty Fugui shot down two wild geese, His Majesty Fugui's winter trip to the Oujiang River, etc., and then republished it.

As for the original content, the foreign propaganda department wrote the Western version of "Chinese in the Boy Scout Camp", together with stories such as "Zhu Fugui Saves Mother" and "Zhu Fugui's Little Bench", sent Western world spread.

It's a pity that Muren naturally doesn't know about all this.

He frantically continued to run with his braids in his mouth, until the cloth shoes under his feet were worn out, and then a dog gnawed on the mud and fell to the ground, and the sackcloth stones were scattered all over the ground.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

At this time, Muren's elder sister, Xiaolu Gongzhi, holding a cardboard box, ran over barefoot and quickly helped Muren up, "Your Majesty, are you doing morning exercises again? Please take good care of your body!"

Saying so, sister Xiaolu Gongzhi took out another rice ball from her bosom, handed it to Muren and said, "Your Majesty, let's have some snacks!"

"Baga, don't think that this level of temptation can shake me!"

Mu Ren bit his lip and refused the food, "From today onwards, I... woo woo..."

Sister Xiaolu covered Muren's mouth and looked around nervously, making sure that the Qing army and shogunate soldiers stationed on Zhangzi Island hadn't noticed, then said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, be careful! Now You are no longer the emperor of Japan, but the prince of the Qing Dynasty!"

Chapter 354 Muren's Dream of Restoring the Country

Muren also knew the severity, and nodded quickly.

His current throne as the king of Japan is actually very unstable.

There is no other reason. To this day, Tokugawa, who has soldiers and generals, has broken his cans and smashed his cans. He has no respect for Muren, and he is even unwilling to do superficial articles. He kicked Muren to Zhangzi Island, which is smaller and more remote than Pidao. up.

There are only more than 200 soldiers loyal to Muren.

It can be said that his life may be taken away by force at any time.

It's just that out of consideration for offshore balance, the Manchu Qing court deliberately conferred the title of Muren, who had a few soldiers, instead of Tokugawa Yoshiki, who controlled most of the Japanese soldiers, and left him a title of righteousness.

But once Muren showed the slightest intention to get rid of the control of the Qing court, it was obvious that there would always be a white silk crane wine that would suit him, and Tokugawa Yoshiki would be very happy to take over the title of King of Japan.

The so-called frightening every step, walking on thin ice, is talking about the current situation.

Mu Ren sighed, and said: "There are public officials who assist the widow, such as Liu Xuande who wins crouching dragon and phoenix chicks, the sky really has eyes!

But I can't eat this rice ball, for the revival of the Great Japan, today I have to eat rice for a day, and besides..."

Muren looked at the toes protruding from the cloth shoes, "Also, I would like to ask you to get a pair of new shoes for me."

"Hey, Your Majesty, this is why I'm here!"

Sister Xiaolu smiled and opened the paper box in her hand, only to see a pair of brand new boots inside.

But Muren took a look, stretched out his hand to touch it again, and his face changed greatly: "The quality of these boots is so good, could it be the boots made by Daming?"

"These shoes were specially bought for the king when Mr. Santiao went to Tianjin for business..."

Sister Xiaolu said with a wry smile, "Tianjin Port was at the foot of the Qing Emperor, and now it is everywhere."

"The Ming cloth, Ming fire, Ming socks, Ming nails, Ming ash, Ming iron sheet... Merchants dare not sell it in the clear like Shanghai, but use the sea goods to say that the government yamen eats filial piety and manages it, but it is just an open one." Just close your eyes."

"Made goods are of good quality and cheap. Local goods are simply incomparable. Even foreign goods are not as easy to sell as Ming goods."

"Your Majesty, these boots only cost five renminbi, and the shopkeeper said that if they are broken within a year, they can be exchanged for free, whether they are going to work to pull goods or go to work in the fields. Big loss?"

"Oh? It's so cheap? I'm afraid it doesn't even have enough capital and workmanship?"

Mu Ren is no longer a young man who doesn't touch the sun with his fingers. Hearing this, his eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly, "Yo Xi! I wear Zhu Fugui's shoes. Not only do I wear them, but I also run in them. I'm sorry for him!"

After cursing viciously, Muren immediately felt refreshed, quickly put on his boots, bounced around a few times, and it really fit his feet perfectly.

……

After persuading Muren several times, he still didn't want to eat, so Xiaolu Gongzhi had no choice but to hide the rice balls and prepare to improve the meal for himself at noon.

Then, he looked at the sky again, and said to Mu Ren: "Your Majesty, hurry up and wash up, and put on the men's clothes of the Qing Dynasty. The envoy of the Qing Dynasty is coming soon."

"So early?"

Muren was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "There is an old Chinese saying, it is a blessing or a disaster, and a disaster cannot be avoided. I hope that this time the widow did nothing wrong, and Japan can also rely on the strength of the Qing Dynasty and Russia. Turn the crisis into peace, so that the widow can be worthy of his ancestors even after he dies."

……

With the help of sister Xiaolu Gongzhi, Muren washed up and put on the clothes of the county king of the Qing Dynasty.

Speaking of the county king's supplementary clothes, Mu Ren hated the damn Koreans so much.

Although it's all about compromise, but Japan was considered a big country before, so it's okay to get a prince's costume yourself, right?

But it happened that these North Korean envoys jumped out.

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, whether it was the King of Korea or the King of Vietnam, they were actually at the level of the county king (after Jiajing, the king of Vietnam was withdrawn, and he became the commander of the Annan capital from the second rank).

It's just that North Korea, as the first vassal, has always enjoyed the treatment of a prince.

Although it does not wait to see the Qing Dynasty, it does not mean that North Korea can see Japan and itself side by side without being indifferent.

The Korean envoys argued at the court meeting: "The Japanese are shameless and degrading, and they repeatedly offend the sea. Today, the Japanese king has lost his country because of his lack of virtue. He is like a dog with a broken spine begging for mercy. How can the country be treated favorably by the prince?"

Man Qing still has a little expectation for North Korea, um, just like the receiver who believes that his girlfriend will not return to his rich and handsome ex-boyfriend who wants to get back together, he has a small expectation.

Of course, the connection between Man Qing and Pan Xia is not as good.

After all, the receiver came here as a dog licking, and a woman with a conscience might still think about it, but Man Qing took advantage of the bankruptcy of his real boyfriend's family, and directly played a rape bully to grab it.

It's a hell of an expectation that it will be fulfilled.