Wu Mingjin frowned: "If you come, you can't come to this county?" ”

"No, no," Wang Ci regretted that he didn't choose what to say, and hurriedly said, "Tang Weng...... You are the lord of a county, the ...... of the Ming Dynasty Defending the land, ...... "The more anxious he became, the more he couldn't speak, which made Wu Mingjin very unhappy, thinking that he was taking responsibility for righteousness, and his face suddenly sank. 【

Wu Mingjin had no good impression of Wang Jiaoyu, and now he hated him even more. simply snorted and walked away. Hang a king's gift aside.

Wang Ci was originally reluctant to attend the reception, but the county school was short-staffed and now supported by the allowance of Australians. He Zuihou decided to come to the reception for the sake of the county's anger and "endure humiliation".

In fact, Lingao County School has not suffered any "humiliation" in the past two years. On the contrary, under the work of Cailixuan, the living environment of the very few daily scholars who originally existed in Lingao has been greatly improved, and it is said that the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, four books and five classics, which are the most basic tools for readers, could not be produced in Lingao in the past, and they had to be trafficked from Qiongzhou and even the mainland for thousands of miles, not to mention the high price, and it was difficult to buy. Nowadays, the furniture stores in Dongmen City are full of goods, and the prices are much lower than in the past. There are many kinds of subsets of scriptures and histories sold in the bookstore, many of which Wang Ci has never seen on the mainland in the past. The price is unusually low.

The "Jasmine Xuan Foundation" managed by Australians provides subsidies for the scholars of Lingao, and provides operating expenses for the county school and Qinlixuan Academy, in a sense, Lingao has entered a "golden age" of running schools that Wang Ci never dared to think of in the past.

All this made Wang Cishen feel humiliated by the Australians for suppressing traditional academics or scholars, but he felt at ease with overseas barbarians! He can still maintain a little bit of superiority. And now he was engulfed by an indescribable sense of humiliation. Overseas barbarians have created one miracle after another in Lingao, but they have nothing to do with the "learning" that the scholars are proud of. Wang Ci was influenced by the Confucian idea of "self-cultivation and family governance", and believed that only those who govern the country and the people have the ability to do it, and if you are an invincible force in the world, you can only take the world immediately, but not immediately rule the world. This group of Australians, who claimed to be descendants of the Jiren, did not understand any Confucian classics at all, and could not even memorize the Analects, but they managed a small barbaric border county in an orderly manner, and many carbuncles and stubborn diseases in the county government were swept away. 【

Wang Ci was deeply ashamed: he knew that if he were the county magistrate, he would not be able to achieve one-tenth of the governance of the Australians in Lingao, and he would probably not be able to do even one percent. The so-called talent for governing the country is nothing more than empty talk.

Obviously, the Australians have their own learning, and they don't take Confucianism seriously at all, and they show favor to the local scholars of Lingao. In Wang Ci's view, it is just a gesture.

The local scholars were still unaware of it, and thought that Australians respected Confucianism. Many people have even become interested in the "study of things" of Australians, and the library of Jasmine Heen College has added a lot of books to the knowledge of things, and there are many scholars who have borrowed them. On weekdays, Australians also organize scholars to visit farms and factories from time to time, and give lectures on the study of objects, which attracts many scholars. Such a quiet means of changing the summer made Wang Ci very worried.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and walked inside with the invitation bundle.

The square was crowded with people ready to enter, many dressed in fashionable cloth cardigans, as if they had not worn any other type of clothing since the first day Wang Ci had met the Australians. There are also some fashionable people who wear short duvet gowns without buttons, and a few people wear short gowns with a large open chest and exposed undergarments, and strips of cloth of various colors and patterns hanging around their necks. If you look closely, the cloth strap is tightly wrapped around the neck.

It was the first time Wang Ci saw such a fashionable person in such a costume, and he couldn't help but wonder: If this is caught, wouldn't it be a big problem.

Although the clothes of the real and the fake fashion looked similar, Wang Ci could easily distinguish between them, and the real fashion demeanor was calm, and the conversation and laughter were as usual: the fake fashion face revealed a look of excitement and uneasiness. Whether it's real or not, all of them have metal signs of different sizes hanging on their chests, and some even have several, glittering in the light of the gas lamp.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the dress of the women, Wang Ci has long heard that the women dress boldly and "have immorality". At this time, the four or five female elders waiting in line to enter the entrance were all wearing skirts that exposed their calves, and some even appeared on their thighs. One of them, a tall woman, wore a black dress, revealing two long white legs, and the legs were wrapped in red scum. The upper body clothes were hung on the shoulders by two ribbons, and the crisp chest was half exposed, and Wang Ci was a little helpless for a while, and a certain organ that had not been used for many years in Lingao was suddenly congested with a large amount of blood. Let this fool be red-faced, quickly put his eyes straight, look at his nose and nose, and dare not look at Nuni anymore.

Wang Ci slowly walked towards the entrance with the flow of people, and there were police officers to maintain order, and most of them were reminded by the Senator's Office that "pay attention to order and line up in order" when issuing the notice of the New Year's reception. The patriarchs in Lingao were constantly focusing on improving the "organization" and "discipline" of the naturalized people and the aborigines. "You have to set an example.

Under the vigorous advocacy and example of the patriarchs, the naturalized people and the natives consciously followed the queue verification. It doesn't matter if you are an ordinary person or an official. The premonition that "order" was about to be established made the people lose their respect for the original Ming officials. Wang Ci saw that Wu Mingjin was actually in the queue, lined up behind a small landlord who seemed to be in the countryside, and talked to Wu Ya with a calm demeanor. I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I'm thinking about whether to go up and reprimand Tu Baozi for being "rude." "I've been pushed on my back.

"Walk, walk, walk! Don't block the road! ”

From the accent of the person behind him, he knew that he must be a "fake fashion", thinking that although he was an idle Cao Leng official, he was also an official of the imperial court, and he was reprimanded by a dirt bun on the street, and he couldn't help but blush with shame, but his body involuntarily walked forward with the team.

In contrast, Wu Xianling had no pressure. He has now made up his mind to "follow the customs", and he is thick-skinned and invincible in the world. In the team, he talked and laughed with Wu Ya, Wang Zhaomin and others.

At the entrance of the park, in addition to the police, the elders of the General Administration of Political Security check whether the names on it and the photos stored in the computer match according to the barcode on the questionnaire. Then they were stamped and released one by one. The patriarch can enter by swiping the "dog tag" directly.

The entire Lingao Corner Park is brightly lit.

Gas street lamps glow brightly, and a stone road leads guests to the beachfront beach, which serves as a casual dining area, with large elevated terraces built with wooden strips on the beach. On the terrace, there are long Western-style dining tables, and the mulberries are lined up one after another, and the special pots for the buffet are brought from the Seikbune restaurant. The b-roar stove has an insulated lid, and there is also a stove heated with solid alcohol underneath, which is now filled with charcoal. In addition to stoves, there are many large porcelain plates, insulated pots, wooden plates, and glassware...... It is filled with a variety of dishes, snacks and drinks, which even the patriarch will find more hearty than ever.

On a row of charcoal stoves, there is a mouth-watering sound of "sizzle" and a strange fragrance. Large pieces of steak, pork chop, chicken chop and fish steak were turning on iron plates, and the smell of spices was so strong that it melted the nasal mucosa; Whole lobsters, oysters, marine fish...... steaming hot on the iron bar rack; Four or five Lingao suckling pigs and a dozen roast ducks are hanging on iron skewers and are roasting in a blazing open oven. It was the first time that the chefs of the cooperative's restaurants, canteens, and commercial halls were busy cooking dishes one by one, and it was the first time they had come into contact with so many ingredients. In particular, suckling pig and beef are almost invisible on weekdays.

Only a few elders knew that the beef was not slaughtered. Instead, it is taken from cold storage. As for the source, it is the trophy of the Chengmai War: dead cows, dead horses, and dead mules were used to make enemas for the labor army, and the injured cattle and horses with no therapeutic value were sent to the meat factory for slaughter, and then they were sorted and frozen and waited for the end of the year to celebrate the end of the year, and there was always a time to improve the food throughout the year.

Dressed in a chef's uniform and apron, and wearing an executive chef's hat taller than all the cooks, Parkview Green teacher Cheung Chi-cheung directs the cooks like a general, and occasionally flips the steaks fried on the teppanyaki. The steak meat is cut into an easy-to-eat size before serving according to the Japanese iron plate method, so that you don't have to use a knife and fork. He is a first-class chef, and he is certainly more skilled at making modern dishes than naturalized chefs.

Zheng Shangjie and Mendoza are also very busy with the Western food cooking work they are responsible for, originally they wanted to pull Sarina and Pan Pan to help cook together, but they didn't expect that these two genuine Bai Ying are "microwave children": cooking at home since childhood is to put the lunch box bought in the supermarket into the microwave and serve it to the table, and then make a vegetable salad and it is over. Sarina was embarrassed to say that she would make sandwiches, but there was no sauce here.

"I'll match the sauce. There is nothing else here, there are a lot of spices. "The spice trade was an important commodity in the maritime trade of East Asia at that time, and China itself imported a large amount of spices. In the warehouse of the Planning Institute, many spices from various sources are stored. The farm also grows its own herbs such as basil for food and beverages.

"I'll bake some cakes." Pan Pan scraped his stomach for a long time and came up with the only thing he could do.