Li Guo poured a sip of wine to himself, as if complaining, and continued: "You say that this woman is good, all of them are gentle and amiable, good wives and mothers, and they take care of their men very well, hand you a hat when you go out, bow down when you come back, and take off your clothes and change your shoes at any time."

is more capable than our women in Manchukuo, what are the women on our side? That's when men don't chop wood, women don't cook.

But what about this woman? Carrying the child to the field to plant seedlings, whether it is the wind or the rain, the hardships must be in front of the husband, the big bath bucket placed at home, the whole family uses this bucket of water to bathe and let the man wash first, the man is tired when he comes back from work, and he will give the man a back massage.

Sometimes men get drunk and beat women innocently, and women only protect their children so as not to be injured by men, but they never complain.

Mr. Feng, if any Manchurian can marry your woman, he will really be happy for a lifetime! ”

Han Feng was speechless, and he was a little out of mood even drinking, not that what Li Guo said was wrong, but that what this kid said was too right.

Grandma's, I was almost moved by this kid's words.

"So you found a mistress outside?"

Li Guo was stunned, although he was a little drunk, but he was also a thoughtful person who was doing things under his nose, how could he really indulge himself in drinking and then offend others at will.

"Mr. Feng laughed, Xiaoping is my wife of bad chaff, no matter how good other women are, they can't match her, sometimes, you know, men are outside, even if they spend all their time drinking, they are mostly socializing."

Han Feng said: "Fallacy, the eldest husband should have self-control, I like Rayson and Watkins very much, you can do it yourself!" ”

"Yes!"

"Father, what are you talking to Mr. Feng?" He Ping walked in with a tray and pushed the door, put the hot meal on the seat, and removed a few empty plates.

Li Guo hurriedly said: "It's nothing, nothing. ”

Han Feng said with a smile: "We are talking about the Northeast cuisine that the eldest sister burns, the taste is pure, the fragrance is overflowing, it is really unstoppable!" ”

"Mr. Feng said with a smile, if you like it, it's fine."

…… The meal was eaten until three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Guo happened to have a holiday in the afternoon, so he chatted with Han Feng at home.

"Brother Li, you should have been doing things for us Japanese for a while, right?" Han Feng suddenly asked something like this.

"Yes, it's been four or five years since I thought about it."

"That's right, I'm very interested in your Chinese culture, since you've been working with us for four or five years, and you want to know more about our culture, can you tell me about the differences between Chinese and Japanese cultures?

Let's start with some small places, such as clothing, food, housing and transportation on weekdays. ”

Li Guo thought for a while and said, "Mr. Feng, you are a native of this culture, and you must know more than me.

If I really talk about the differences in Chinese and Japanese habits, I can't talk about the big aspects, but I can show them everywhere in many small aspects.

For example, you know that I love cleanliness very much, my boss loves cleanliness very much, always wash his hands, before and after meals, go to the toilet and go out to wash his hands, bathing or something will definitely not be less, even in this winter, we Chinese may not wash once a month or two, but my boss will often wash.

Not to mention, you eat rice, wheat, soybeans and other class A grains, we eat those grains, you love to cook rice balls, we don't know how to cook rice balls, you don't like to visit relatives and friends, we like it very much, your women over there can also wear short skirts and kimonos in winter, and our women must be wrapped in thick cotton clothes......

……

……”

Li Guo said a lot, and Han Feng remembered it carefully, in fact, Han Feng naturally knew a lot about the habits and cultural differences between China and Japan, but now that the times are different, he wants to understand more accurately.

As for the purpose, it is nothing more than to make his daily habits and style of Konoe Jiro more in line with himself, and not to show any flaws.

It was not too early to finish chatting, and after the sky was completely dark, Han Feng slept with Rayson as usual.

Because he will leave Liaoyang early tomorrow morning and leave Latham's house for Xinjing, there may not be any intersection with Latham and Latham in the future, so tonight Han Feng made an exception and told Latham four or five stories of one thousand and one nights in one breath.

"Alright, Latham & Watkins, sleep!" Han Feng lay quietly on the bed.

"Uncle Feng, are you leaving tomorrow?" Latham's voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.

Han Feng smiled: "Yes." ”

"Can we meet again?"

"Of course you can, in this world, anyone who is fated, even if they are separated from the ends of the world, there is always a chance to meet."

"Well, then you're going to tell me about the Thousand and One Nights?"

"Yes." Han Feng's answer was categorical, and the room fell silent again.

I don't know how long it took, just when Han Feng thought that Rayson was already asleep, the kid suddenly said again:

"Uncle Feng, are you talking about yourself?"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Is it said that I am still from Manchu, is there anything different in your opinion?" ”

Ruisheng said: "Everyone is afraid of himself, only the students in the school bully the Manchurian students, and there has never been a Manchurian student who dares to bully the students."

The teacher always told us that it was a very good place, and told us that after going to middle school and college, we must go to it to develop. ”

"And what do you think?"

"Everyone said yes, then I think it's good, our Japanese teacher treats people very well, treats me very well, I don't think he will lie to me."

After a short silence.

"Uncle Feng, are you asleep? You haven't told me the answer yet, are you the one who you are? ”

Han Feng's voice sounded in a low voice, "No, I'm the same as you. ”

"Manchukuo?"

"It's Chinese!"

"Chinese?"

"Yes, it's a secret, a secret between the two of us, a secret that no one else, including your parents, can tell, Rayson and Watkins, I want you to keep these three words firmly in your heart, remember, you are Chinese."

"I'm Chinese—"

"Sleep!"

"Yes."

The room gradually fell silent, and the north wind whistled and beat against the window from time to time, but it made the night seem more and more dead.

Most of the charcoal fire has been extinguished, more only ashes remain, the temperature in the room has dropped suddenly, and the whole person is nested in the quilt to feel the only warmth, and the consciousness is scattered in a daze.

"Chinese......"

On a long winter night, Latham had a quiet dream, and in the world of dreams, he seemed to have entered the world of one thousand and one nights.

The bad kingdom trampled on his kingdom, and the king of the bad kingdom said, "You are a subject of our country," but Rickson cried out:

No, I am Chinese, and our kingdom is called China......