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

Full of hope for the country and a sense of fragmentation that is anxious and confused about the future of the individual is the general mentality of Chinese youth in later generations.

But this is also a manifestation of the refusal to lie flat, and the upward channel of the class is still there.

After all, a young gangster in Rio de Janeiro will never worry about whether to buy a house or not. He only thinks about whether he can see the sunrise tomorrow and whether he has enough money to buy DP.

But for Daming in this era, such cruel introversion is unnecessary.

Like a child whose epiphyseal line has not yet closed, the expansion of Chinese civilization in this era may still be ongoing.

It is feasible to obtain the impetus for development through expansion rather than involution.

Of course, it is also beneficial from the perspective of the whole country and the whole nation to expand and roll up slightly at the same time.

……

In the end, Zhu Fugui gave up the idea of ​​asking the Education Department of the Ministry of Rites to carry out rectification within the scope of Quanming. Instead, he planned to ask Yin Weng to send someone to secretly investigate the situation and form a data report.

The issue of education is a century-old plan for the revival of the Ming Dynasty, and only the data of Jinyiwei is the most reliable.

Zhu Fugui's bottom line is that the time for physical education must be guaranteed.

Whoever gets sick, the physical education teacher can't get sick either.

Daming's children may not all be good at singing and dancing, and not all of them may be masters in art and handicrafts, but most of them must be physically strong and good at sports.

Sufficient animal protein + sufficient outdoor physical exercise can not only ensure that Daming will obtain the best quality soldiers in the world in the next few decades, but also save a lot of money for Daming's medical insurance system in the distant future.

It can even ensure the strong position of Ming men in the international marriage and love market.

The only ones that are damaged may be the optical shop merchants.

If it is said that people of the yellow race have a great advantage in the immune system, then the prevalence of myopia in the people of the yellow race is indeed higher than that of other races under the same intensity of eye use.

Coupled with the fate of being a writer, the three East Asian countries have a terribly high rate of myopia.

Zhu Fugui did not want this to happen again in Daming.

Strengthening outdoor exercise is the best way to avoid it.

……

Zhu Fugui did not expect that only two years after the implementation of the class schedule that he personally made, it would start to lose its shape at the grassroots level.

No wonder the ancient emperors liked to pay private visits in micro-clothes. Walking casually, they could indeed find many clues that they hadn't noticed.

Zhu Fugui wrote down several key points about the reform of educational standardization in the small notebook he carried with him.

Further specific measures still have to wait for Yin Weasel's investigation.

Brother Mao Li is not at school, Zhu Fugui can probably guess where he is.

So the car turned south and arrived halfway up the mountain in a short while.

Five Kingdoms Apartments is here.

When we arrived at the Wuguocheng apartment area, the guards became stricter.

Compared with this place where important prisoners are held, the necessary guards are still needed.

Baobuqi Youfa Chicken Hero wants to welcome Shengjia back, or does His Majesty Naosan want to escape from prison like his uncle?

But at present, it seems that Nasan has neither the ability to escape from prison, nor does Faji have a warrior who wants to be king.

After parking the car, Zhu Fugui saw two old men playing chess at the door of the apartment.

France has a great influence on the shogunate Japan, and even Maori can speak two words of French.

Even with comparisons and strokes, the two had a great time playing chess.

"You lost again!"

"Ah, the Chateau de Bordeaux is yours, my friend!"

Mao Li respectfully accepted the IOU with the three-handed book, and even shouted "Yo Xi".

Of course, this is the self-entertainment of two unemployed old men.

All Nasan's property has been confiscated by the Third Republic, and he is already a pauper.

Of course, he also has a horse worth 1800 million francs.

So he is now a pauper with a horse.

The IOU in Maori Jingqin's hand is nothing but waste paper.

Of course, whether it is waste paper or not depends on the development of the future situation.

Seeing Zhu Fugui's arrival, Maori Jingqin quickly stood up: "Long Live Lord, why are you here!"

Zhu Fugui smiled and said: "Xiao Lan misses you, and I brought you some Nanyang specialties too! This is"

"It's already here, why are you so polite!" Maori Jingqin declined, handed the land deed he won to his daughter, and then stretched out his hand to accept the large and small gifts.

Zhu Fugui was very satisfied with Mo Li's tone of voice and actions. It seems that the little brother has completely followed the Romans.

The gift was indeed the local specialty that Lao Li and the others brought back from Nanyang - cat poop coffee.

The Dutch have been growing coffee on Sumatra Island for more than 100 years, and the cat poop coffee produced by Sumatran civet cats has also become famous all over the world.

Ok……

At least Jolie named hundreds of pounds of cat poop coffee for gifting on Wall Street.

As a Dutch-American, it's a decent thing to gift with cat poop coffee.

And Julie's grandfather, the old Vanderbilt is also a senior lover of cat poop coffee.

In line with the idea that both natal families should treat each other equally, Zhu Fugui also brought cat poop coffee to Maori brother, and explained the process of making this coffee in detail, hoping he would like it.

Seeing Brother Mao Li's face gradually turn from red to white, then from white to blue, and then from blue to purple, Zhu Fugui felt it was very funny.

"If you don't want it, you can give it to me!"

As one of the richest and most extravagant monarchs in the [-]th century, Nasan could of course enjoy cat poop coffee in the past.

Now that I've been locked up for so long, I'm already hungry.

Brother Maori realized how stupid he was.

Can the things bestowed by the Lord Long Live be worse?

What's more, thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace, even if Long Live God gave him a lump of poop, that is also sacred poop, how can he show a disgusted expression?

Maori Jingqin quickly hid the cat poop coffee next to his body, and then fell over his shoulder, knocking Nasan to the ground.

If I can't beat elementary school students, I can't beat you?

Maori Jingqin clapped his hands, expressing his disdain.

Chapter 410 "The Poppy"

It can be seen that Brother Mao Li and Brother Nasan are elderly chess friends. Although they fell mercilessly over their shoulders, they still feel sorry for their elder brother in their hearts.

Brother Maori finally threw 10 pounds of precious cat poop coffee to Brother Nasan, who hid it under the bed as a treasure.

Of course, what I said in my mouth is still like feeding chickens.

Nasan brother was also very enthusiastic to stay with Zhu Fugui and others for dinner, as a kind of landlord.

It is said that it is a three-way treat, but in fact it is Zhu Fugui who pays.

After all, he was already bankrupt. Although he still tried his best to maintain the tone of a French emperor on weekdays, he was actually strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

For example, the wine for this dinner was Shaoxing rice wine brought by Zhu Fugui.

Pour orange-yellow Shaoxing rice wine into a delicate glass wine glass, gently shake the goblet professionally with three hands to wake up the wine, then roll up a little rice wine with your tongue and taste it, nodding your head again and again.

"This is much more delicious and sweet than Bordeaux red wine, Your Majesty the Emperor, you really have a taste!"

Zhu Fugui opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say, this wine is for cooking...

But, Zhu Fugui knew that even if he brought a bottle of disinfectant alcohol at this time, he would call it a good wine if he took three.

He was imprisoned in Wuguocheng apartment for more than half a year. Although there was no abuse, Nasan brother couldn't drink a drop of alcohol, and he was already hungry.

Previous DNA testing revealed that this guy was actually a Germanic man through and through.

And the Germanic people's desire for wine is probably second only to the Slavs.

By the way, Zhu Fugui felt that he had to go back and tell the cleaning lady of the apartment that he must be careful not to leave disinfectant and antifreeze in the apartment.

If he gets the three, he will be in trouble if he is addicted to alcohol like Maozi and drinks these things.

Facts have proved that, apart from pretending to be the third brother at the beginning and holding a glass of wine to sip carefully, he soon revealed his true nature and started sipping wine, not even eating a peanut.

This made the Maori brother, who sipped his wine and peanuts, shake his head again and again, despising the rudeness of this European barbarian.

As for Zhu Fugui...

As we all know, the drink at the Ming Dynasty state banquet is Fugui Coke.

Emperor Zhu is also the founder of the long-standing cola culture in Ming Dynasty.

So the two little old men were bragging while drinking rice wine, and Zhu Fugui was hiccupping while drinking Coke.

Da Mingzi chatted with the two former leaders of Japan and France, and soon had three rounds of drinking.

Not knowing whether Nasan was really drunk or fake drunk, he suddenly burst into tears holding the wine bottle.

Tears and snot were all left on the little beard, which was sticky and extremely disgusting.

However, after crying for a long time, no one paid any attention to him, so he took three to control his expression slightly, and then asked in a crying voice: "Respected Emperor Ming, why don't you ask your friend why he is crying?"

Zhu Fugui opened his mouth, took the rice cake he handed over and Xiaolan's fingers in his mouth together, and squeaked twice, then turned his head and tilted his head to look at Nasan.

Zhu Fugui didn't talk until he looked at him with hairs, "Poolun..."

"Your Majesty, my name is Napoleon, or you can call me Bonaparte." Nassan sobbed.

"Let's call him Polon, it's more friendly."

Zhu Fugui ate another mouthful of millet cake and said vaguely, "I don't know if you have heard a famous ancient poem in China. I will read it to you."

"When will the flowers of spring and the moon of autumn end? How much do you know about the past?"

"Last night, the east wind blew again in the small apartment, and the homeland there under the bright moon is unbearable to look back on."

"The once resplendent palace should still be there, but the lady inside has changed."

"Ask how much sorrow you have, just like the river flowing far away."

"Brother Polun, do you think this poem...is it well written?"

Zhu Fugui finished reading "Poppy" shaking his head, and at the end he had firmly pressed Nasan's brother's shoulder with one hand.

Although Nasan was a little stupid for fighting, he still had political sensitivity, and he instinctively felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Especially Zhu Fugui's ordinary-looking, slender white palm, which seemed like a dragon's claw, made him dare not breathe at all.

"Which...Which one may I ask Your Majesty, which great poet wrote this beautiful poem...I heard that there is a great poet in China named Li Bai. Was it written by Li Bai?"

Zhu Fugui shook his head, pouted and said: "Brother Mao Li, tell San'er about it."

"Hey, good!"

Maori Jingqin, who was eating peanuts and watching a play, immediately put his arms around Nasan's shoulders, and said with a smile and a dark voice: "The great poet who wrote this poem is neither Li Bai nor Du Fu, but Li Yu."

"Li Yu? Who is Li Yu? Can I ask the administrator to bring me a copy of his anthology later?" Nasan said weakly,

"Haha, who is Li Yu? Li Yu is your colleague, His Majesty Nasan!"

Mao Li Jingqin drank small wine, ate peanuts and broad beans, and vividly told the story of how Zhao Guangyi played with Xiao Zhou, and how he poisoned Li Yu, the former lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, with poisoned wine because of this poem.

"This Li Yu is confused! It can't be compared with Liu Chan back then. He is happy to miss Shu, but he thinks about his homeland all day long. Don't you think he is looking for death? Giving him poisoned wine is cheap for him. If you want me to say, it should be Let him cut seppuku first, then linger, and finally drag it down to feed the dogs, don’t you think it’s right? Old man? Old man!”

"what!"

The wine glass in Nasan's hands slammed on the ground, and the delicious rice wine was scattered all over the floor, but he didn't feel any pity at all.

Nasan even wanted to scratch his throat with his hands to induce vomiting.

Chinese people are terrible!

Actually poisoned the imprisoned emperor like us French!

"Eh? What's the matter with you, Polon? Are you drunk?"