“…… In the same way, the image of the Arabs of the Middle East in our time is so barbaric and violent that the very mention of Arabs conjures up images of religious riots, human bombings and terrorist attacks. Europeans, on the other hand, are lazy and lazy with the 'cradle-to-grave' total welfare provisions, busy with strikes, vacations and parties all day long, and the iron-blooded spirit of the Shijie era seems to have been forgotten.

In this way, the Arabs who have been trained in the smoke of war should be able to crush the Europeans on the battlefield with ease, right?

But the harsh truth is the opposite - such brave and free Arabs, whose land resources have been eroded by the Western powers, controlled by the American garrison, and whose army cannot even defeat the Jewish refugees who have been expelled from their homeland for 2,000 years! And such lazy Europeans, although they are no longer in the limelight, but even China and the United States can not care about the resources on their land, but must reach a compromise with them in order to jointly develop the resources and wealth of West Asia and Africa: this is the world of difference between organized and unorganized, disciplined and undisciplined!

Then, look at South America and Southeast Asia, those countries and nations that covet comfort and freedom and looseness, even if they have rich resources and huge populations, they can't stand in the forest of shijie as a strong country - for example, the Brazilian government is so weak that it can't even manage the slums of Rio de Janeiro...... But he was embarrassed to put gold on his face. Boasting about what kind of 'BRIC countries' they are, this is really a big joke in the world! Even Chiang Kai-shek has never launched an encirclement and suppression scandal in Nanjing! Why don't you ask the Red Army to get a Nanjing Commune out and take a look? ”

That's all there is to it. Professor Yang returned to the topic with great interest, "...... During the period of the Republic of China, the various Chinese warlord forces that fought in decades of bloody civil war could not defeat the Japanese invading army, which was mainly composed of new soldiers. That's not primarily a gap in courage, not even a gap in weapons, but a gap in order! The Japanese armed forces have scientific and rigorous training for recruits and a smooth and complete system of supplementing military service. There is a steady stream of military production and logistical supply, military academies at all levels that provide reserve officers, a system of rewards and punishments that motivate people to make progress, and the emperor as an idol of spiritual faith......

Of course. Their staff system and officer selection system are very problematic (Japanese staff officers are more powerful than the commander-in-chief, often pretending to pass on holy decrees, giving orders alone behind the commander's back, and losing the battle but asking the chief general to seppuku and carry the black cauldron; Japanese soldiers can never be officers, there is no one way to get promoted). But what about China's warlord forces? The ground is lost. If you pick and lose, the army is like a locust that eats wherever you go, and recruiting troops depends on entering the village to kidnap people and catch strong men, and there is no way to talk about any reserve system, and even weapons and ammunition have to be imported! Even if the soldiers at the bottom have some patriotic enthusiasm, the military leaders above have complicated thoughts. Moreover, the Japanese army had a unified establishment, but the Kuomintang army was divided into the Central Army, the Jin Sui Army, the Northwest Army, the Dian Army, the Hunan Army, and the Gui Army. All Sichuan troops, Ma Jiajun...... The Central Army should also be divided into descendant and collateral factions. Plus a tax police corps (Song Ziwen's private soldiers) that can fight better than the regular army - isn't it normal for an orderly army to defeat an unordered army?

In short, a divided and scattered nation, no matter how many outstanding talents there are, cannot defeat an opponent who is sincerely united as a whole. Even a few tactical victories once in a while will not translate into strategic success due to internal constraints...... This is also weishenme's 'the individual is too strong, the country is too weak, it will suffer a lot' - no matter how strong the individual is, it will not be able to defeat a strong collective! ”

“…… Hehe, I kind of see what you mean...... Alas, Professor, that's what I said, and you talked so much about it that I didn't even know how to write back. Ms. Kinchina shrugged her shoulders with a smile, pushed away the remaining letters from readers, picked up a newspaper and glanced at it a few times, and suddenly exclaimed, "...... Yo! This fall, the flu in Shanghai seems to have been particularly serious, and according to the newspapers, hundreds of people have died in one hospital alone! Belch...... I guess it has something to do with your crossing! ”

Putting down the newspaper that published the autumn flu epidemic in Shanghai, she glanced suspiciously at Professor Yang, who was sitting precariously, and recalled some of the horror stories that several time-travelers had told her during small talk—such as the easy extermination of tens of millions of ancient natives with virus weapons......

“…… This one...... Who knows? The influenza virus is notoriously changing every year, or even every season, and there is no vaccine at all. Professor Yang touched his nose a little embarrassed, pretending to be an old god, but in the end, he was unfortunately defeated by Jinjina's eye attack, "...... Well, I admit that the autumn flu outbreak in Shanghai today may have something to do with our arrival. ”

With a little frustration, he continued to force, "...... But in these years, medical jishu is backward, and the risk of death from influenza is already very high! For example, in the Spanish flu that occurred in 1918, 700 million people fell ill and the death toll was as high as 40 million. ”

“…… Giggles, alright, Professor Yang. You don't have to explain, the explanation is to cover up......" Jinjina stretched out her mouth to cover her mouth and smiled, "...... I don't mean to blame you, just remember to bring me more cold medicine...... After all, my family's Xingzhen is still young and her resistance is weak......"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive-"...... Mommy, Mommy...... Why isn't breakfast good yet? Zhenzhen's stomach is going to be hungry! ”

Accompanied by a soft and cute call with a nasal voice, Jin Xingzhen, who was wearing a dress and small leather shoes, jumped down the stairs and skillfully threw herself into Jin Qina's arms in a "fluttering" posture, but at the same time, she pouted her pink and tender lips high, and there were enough oil pots to hang on them, as if to complain "Mom, don't you like me, ...... it". The coquettish little appearance is really cute and can't bear to look at it directly.

Jin Qina, who was unfortunately recruited, was turned over in an instant-so. Smelling the warm aroma of Lori in her arms, she funnily poked her daughter's cheeks that bulged like buns, and said softly, "...... Zhenzhen, because the school is closed today, you rarely rest at home, I specially asked Mrs. Fu to make you a Black Forest cake, so the breakfast time should be a little later...... If you are really hungry. How about just a few cookies first? ”

“…… Black Forest Cake?! Oh! Mommy is the best! I like mom the most! When Jin Xingzhen heard this, she immediately burst into tears and laughed, cheered loudly and out of breath, hugged her mother's neck and rubbed her cheek hard. …… Well, that...... How long will it take for the cake to be good? Mom? ”

“…… Chirp-" Jinchina kissed her on the forehead, "...... It should be soon, my little gluttonous cat......"

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Meanwhile. The rookie underground party Mrs. Fu who eloped out. In the kitchen of the apartment, Commissar Sonia was taught how to make Black Forest cakes.

- Although the term "Black Forest cake" sounds very fairytale, it seems to come from the era of Grimm's fairy tales. But in fact, it wasn't until the early 20th century that the German specialty Black Forest cake really appeared and became popular, and it was still a rarity. If it weren't for Mrs. Fu's Western-style pastry genius at the Chinese and Western Girls' School, I'm afraid there would be few chefs in Shanghai at this time who could make such high-end goods.

At this moment. The long table in the communal kitchen of the Jin family apartment building is filled with a dazzling array of tools and ingredients. And Mrs. Fu, a rookie underground party who has no sense of existence at all these days. She triumphantly showed her superiority in front of the "future Russian comrades".

——In the past period of time, the "future comrades" displayed all kinds of wonderful high technology, in-depth analysis of history and world affairs, as well as all kinds of extensive knowledge, made Mrs. Fu, who originally claimed to be highly educated, very ashamed of herself, and felt that she was a "new-style woman" who was born in a famous family and graduated from a Chinese and Western girls' school, in their eyes, she simply became a country girl in a poor and remote country...... Now that there is finally something that the "future comrades" do not understand, it is natural for Mrs. Fu to show off, which naturally makes her feel extraordinary.

“…… One of the great features of Black Forest cakes is that they don't use flour. Mrs. Fu put on an apron, rolled her sleeves high, and shook her little finger at Sonia," ...... In this way, the cake is less prone to bubbles, and the taste will be more delicate and dense, understand? ”

Sonia nodded as if she didn't understand: "...... Oh, and the Black Forest cake doesn't have to be floured...... Huh? Cakes don't need flour...... What is that used for? ”

“…… Of course, hazelnut flour and almond flour, as well as cocoa powder, so that it is fragrant enough. Mrs. Fu took a large bowl of mixture of hazelnut flour, almond flour and cocoa powder and poured them into a fine sieve...... You have to sift them carefully three times to make them delicate enough. ”

She shook her wrist carefully, and her serious expression was almost like a Christian praying. Next, add water and sugar to the egg yolk, stir well, and then pour it into the mixed nut powder in one go, and finally stir into a bowl of batter with the right consistency.

“…… Please hand me cherry juice and cherry wine, dear Comrade Sonya...... Hey, hey! Why did you steal the wine and drink again! ”

As soon as Mrs. Fu turned around, she found that Sonia was secretly pouring cherry wine into her mouth, so she angrily and amusefully snatched the remaining half bottle of wine

“…… Comrade Political Commissar, these imported cherry wines are specially used for cakes, and they are so difficult to buy in Shanghai! If you want to drink, there are daughter red and Shaoxing flower carvings in the cabinet over there! Mrs. Fu angrily scolded the greedy Maozi political commissar as she poured the cherry wine and cherry juice into the batter and stirred it well. Then I added a little salt to the bowl of egg whites, and then started to froth the egg whites, and then poured the beaten haode egg whites into the stirring haode batter, but after only about one-third of the pouring, I stopped pouring and continued to stir gently.

“…… Egg white bubbles should not be poured all at once, and they should not be over-stirred, otherwise there will be insufficient bubbles. She stirred patiently for a while before pouring in the remaining two-thirds of the egg whites. Zuihou pours the coffee-colored mixture into the cake mould and pushes the mould into the oven. Sonya, on the other hand, stared at the oven as if she wanted to get into it with the cake.

— but it's a pity. It will take at least an hour before the Black Forest cake is baked.

Then, when the cake is about to come out. Jin Qina broke into the kitchen with Jin Xingzhen, "...... Aunt Fu! Is the cake baked? ”

“…… Alright, all right, dear little chastity, the lovely cake is waiting for you to taste it in the oven. ”

Facing this Lori who was jumping and jumping and shining with starry eyes and trying to sell cuteness, Mrs. Fu replied with a bright smile.

It's a pity, in the next moment. When Jin Xingzhen stared at the freshly baked cake with shining eyes, and couldn't wait to feast on it, Mrs. Fu's other words knocked her into the abyss: "...... No. Wait, don't stretch out your hand, we still have a lot of processes and steps to do! ”

So, this soft and cute little Lori who was already drooling and screaming in her stomach. I was dumbfounded. I had to cry with accusatory eyes, staring directly at the cake close at hand, and at the same time smelling the aroma that kept burrowing into my nostrils, and my whole little face wrinkled in disappointment......

It wasn't until the steaming, fragrant cake had been cooled that Mrs. Fu cut the cake into three slices and made the Black Forest cake with canned cherries and whipped cream: first, the whipped cream was carefully mixed with the cherry wine and thinly spread on top of the cherries; Then a layer of cake and cherry cream are piled up, like a bricklayer building a wall...... Wait until the top layer of the cake is set and pressed and the cream is smoothed. Mrs. Fu's Black Forest Cake Cooking Demonstration finally progressed to Zuihou's step, where she sprinkled the pre-prepared haode chocolate chips on the surface of the cake and poked them fluffily on the surface of the cream; The remaining cream is used to coat the sides of the cake. and make beautiful cream flowers...... When six bright red canned cherries sit accurately on the sixteen clusters of cream flowers, this well-made Black Forest cake is finally finished!

“…… Oh, what a beautiful cake! Jin Xingzhen gazed with infinite affection at the finished Black Forest cake, and almost did not leave tears of emotion—crimson cherries inlaid on the white cream flowers, and further down the layers of dark brown, pink white, light brown, pink white, pink white, pink white and light brown...... The various colors are layered and perfectly harmoniously integrated, like a most gorgeous work of art.

Then, this most gorgeous work of art disappeared into the belly of little Lori at an alarming speed......

Smiling at the little daughter who was burying her head in hard work and turning herself into a flower cat, a sense of peace and happiness suddenly filled Jinchina's heart.

…… Maybe...... In this way, he stayed in the Republic of China era and raised a daughter to write articles and live a living...... Seems pretty good too?

…… However, the life of a single mother is too lonely after all...... Do you want to find another man?

However, just as Jinchina was thinking aimlessly with a warm and shy expression, a doorbell of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" suddenly interrupted her reverie, making her frown and furrowed her slender and delicate eyebrows.

“…… At this time of the morning...... Who will come? When did those editors become so diligent? Or is it a reader who doesn't understand etiquette? ”

Jinjina muttered in displeasure, turning around and commanding her maid, "...... Mom Zhang, go open the door and see who's coming? ”

However, in the next moment, she heard the collapse of the door with a bang, and the hysterical screams of Zhang's mother......

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Shanghai Puxi, No. 218 Yuyuan Road, Jing'an District, Paramount Ballroom

The lights are bright and green, the clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are shadowy; intoxicating breezes, melodious dance music; There are also countless celebrity supermodels with bare-shouldered and high-slit white legs......

——Although the decoration in the ballroom is in the style of the Republic of China. And the singers who performed on stage also wore Shanghai-style cheongsams that were popular in the Republic of China era. But this is not the Paramount ballroom in the French Concession during the Republic of China, but the same building in the 21st century in modern China.

At this moment, Wang Qiu had just negotiated a deal here, and was talking and laughing with Manager Bai, who was in charge of business, with a relaxed face.

“…… Alas, Brother Wang, this time it's really thanks to you......" Manager Bai spoke to Wang Qiu very familiarly as soon as he opened his mouth, "...... No one expected that there would be a sudden nostalgic activity on it, and the deadline would be half a month to arrange the most original Republic of China style hall, but it really embarrassed us - cheongsam dresses or something are easy to do, but where should we get those clockwork phonographs, old-fashioned electric fans and table lamps in the Republic of China era? You can't do it yourself with a 3D printer! I've also been to a few film crews that shoot Republic of China films before, and I want to buy their camera props. Who knew that those things looked like that from the TV screen, but in fact, they were all painted with a layer of metallic paint on a plastic case, which made people feel too fake. Where is it like the goods you sent, they are all made of real iron and solid copper, which feels heavy to the touch, and it looks very Republican at a glance......"

Speaking of this, Manager Bai sighed melancholy again, "...... But I don't know what to ask, I still feel like something is missing......"

In this regard, Wang Qiu, who had visited the same Paramount Ballroom in the Republic of China era, had a vague understanding.

- The upper-class ball is not only a place for young men and women to find a partner and joy, but also a vast network of relationships.

A hundred years later, the house is still the same house, the Paramount Ballroom is still the Paramount Ballroom, the music played is still the glamorous sound of the Republic of China era, and even the decoration and furnishings are the same...... But the former celebrities and socialites have long been extinct from here......

I remember that there is a saying that goes like this: "The Forbidden City is the Forbidden City that is dead, and the Forbidden City is the Forbidden City that is alive." Without the supreme imperial power, the Forbidden City is just a relatively magnificent house. In the same way, without the courtesans and celebrities of old Shanghai, Paramount no longer stages those joys and sorrows, it is just an ordinary nostalgic relic.

With such a feeling that things are wrong and vicissitudes, Wang Qiu once again crossed the wormhole and came to the era of the Republic of China...... It's just that this time the situation is different from the previous one - as soon as I landed, I smelled a strong smell of blood and gunsmoke, and there was a corpse lying in the door not far away......

“…… Damn it! What's wrong this time?! He was slightly stunned at first, and then scolded angrily. (To be continued......)