Xinfeng No. 3 construction site temporary container dormitory No. 1-5.

A swarthy young man knocked on the door.

Xia Zhixin put down the pen and paper, opened the door, and the person who came was Mo Bai, who had not been seen for a few days.

Today's Mo Bai is not called Mo Bai, but Mo Hei.

Days of training and duty had made the young Ming warrior's face darken.

"Mr. Xia, the army is on vacation, and I just came to you for a drink!"

Mo Bai lifted the two plastic bags in his hand.

One of the bags contained loose beer, and it was still steaming.

The other bag was full of cooked edamame and peanuts.

It's the height of summer in July, and what could be more enjoyable than a big bowl of cold beer?

Of course!

That's Ice Fall!

In fact, Mo Bai prefers to drink Nirvana Cola, dry it in one gulp, and burp again, and expel the heat of the whole body from the body, not to mention how happy!

However, Mo Bai felt that Mr. Xia should prefer to drink beer.

Because Mo Bai's squad leader Huang Hansheng is also a middle-aged man in his forties, he laughs at Mo Bai for drinking Coke all day long, saying that this is something that only children drink.

Mo Bai thinks about it.

If it's Banzai, you must drink spirits made of gold, and you won't drink sweet cola.

Because of his excellent results in the physical fitness assessment, Mo Bai is now promoted to a second-class B soldier, earning $3 and 60 cents a month.

Although there is still a gap compared to the veterans, for Mo Bai, who has never seen a whole silver in his life, this is already a huge amount of money.

So he bought affordable bulk beer and came to visit Mr. Xia.

Because he was a pseudo-Qing Xiucai and a highly educated talent, Xia Zhixin was assigned to a double dormitory.

Another of his roommates is a pig slaughterer from Ningbo who has a good skill in cooking cattle.

In the previous anatomical study, this pig slaughterer named Dong Wei stood out and learned the skills of a white doctor back to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

He became the first legal surgeon in the Ming Dynasty.

After the successful appendectomy of an experimental pig, Dong Wei was also treated as a special talent and received a double room.

Xia Zhixin doesn't communicate much with this roommate on weekdays, but there is no contradiction either.

At this time, Dong Wei was sitting in the Royal Hospital, and Xia Zhixin was the only one in the dormitory.

Xia Zhixin smiled and welcomed Mo Bai into the room.

"Brother Mo, you're dark and thin!"

Looking at his little brother, Xia Zhixin couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I can't imagine that there is such a strong force in this Citigroup country, if there was such an army in the hands of Mr. Yuanfu back then, maybe ......"

Mr. Yuanfu in Xia Zhixin's mouth refers to his fellow countryman Lin Zexu.

If you really want to attach the relationship, Xia Zhixin can still call this national hero a cousin.

It is precisely because of this role model in his hometown that Xia Zhixin has always paid great attention to Western studies.

Of course, Mo Bai didn't know who Mr. Yuan Fu was, but he also guessed that it should be a Manchu general.

He divided the beer into the bowl and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia, you don't know, we are eating long-lived rice, for the long-lived lord, for the Ming Dynasty, and for our Huaxia war, if it falls into the hands of the Tartar officials, it will become a rolling pin in the hands of the lazy woman, and it can only be poked internally, and it is an ornament externally." ”

Mo Bai handed the wine bowl to Xia Zhixin, and asked again: "By the way, Mr. Xia, didn't you come to Citigroup to look for a son?" But what's the eyebrow? ”

Xia Zhixin took a sip of cold beer, only to feel refreshed.

He sighed and said: "This Citi country is thousands of miles away, no less than China, and it is not easy to find a rebel in this vast world." But whether that little beast is dead or alive, I want to see him after all.

It's just that before that, Xia couldn't help but repay the grace of Ming Ting's life, so he had to stay here and do something first. ”

Of course, there is another point that Xia Zhixin did not say.

That is, he is now shy, and he must save up for travel expenses in Xinfeng before he can set off.

"That's really good, Mr. Xia is a Wenqu star in the sky, and he just happens to be able to learn from the imperial court!"

Mo Bai heard that there will be hospitals, schools and other buildings in Xinfeng City, so he said.

Xia Zhixin's face turned strange.

It turned out that when he was positioned, he also felt that he was a talented person, and the school was naturally the best destination.

However, his first choice was rejected and he was assigned to work at the museum.

What this museum is, Xia Zhixin also knows a thing or two.

It is said that Westerners do not talk about martial virtues, but dig people's graves, plunder people's graves, and gather them together for Chinese people to visit.

Three years ago, the British and French invaded Sijiu City, and many treasures in the palace became their collections in the Louvre and the British Museum.

Xia Zhixin felt that he couldn't loot cultural relics, and he couldn't send the pyramid of Faqiu, so he couldn't get close to the museum.

But when he actually worked, he realized that his task was not like that at all.

He didn't even do his homework outside, but wrote a biography for the treasures in the imperial palace of the Ming Dynasty, and was responsible for compiling the "Ming Imperial Scientific Journal".

This can be regarded as a professional counterpart, after all, Xia Zhixin is responsible for compiling the hometown chronicles.

It's just that when he saw the vast treasures of the Ming royal family, even Xia Zhixin was calm, and he couldn't help but gasp a breath of the sweet air of America.

At this point, for that little Zhu Tianzi, Xia Zhixin has to admit that he is very likely to be a genuine brand.