Olympus, that's the name given to white people.

This holy mountain of the Yin people, now in the Ming Dynasty, is called Tenglong Mountain by the military and civilians.

This name, which sounds a little mysterious, naturally comes from the incident of the keel "soaring" that day.

It was one of the few supernatural phenomena caused by Zhu Fugui.

Since then, Zhu Fugui has deliberately avoided making things out of thin air, or moving things to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Zhu Fugui didn't want to be a god stick emperor who appeared in front of him.

Even if he is not a fake immortal like Hong Yang, he is more or less half a true immortal.

Because in this world, at present, except for the shopping platform that Zhu Fugui can use, there is no supernatural power.

The Ming Empire will and will also take the road of scientific development.

Therefore, the dragon bone ascension is destined to become a mythological episode of His Majesty Zhu Fugui's thousands of miles into the United States and the victory of the Yin people to Tenglong Mountain.

It's just that word of mouth is always easy to distort.

After everyone's addition, the events of that day have become stories such as Zhu Tianzi's sword slashing the bone dragon and breaking the century-old dragon vein of the United States.

For such a statement, Xia Zhixin just smiled dumbly.

I'm afraid this is another rumor secretly spread by a courtier who likes to shoot the emperor's horses.

Strange power and chaos such a thing, Xia Zhixin has always been insensitive to thanks.

Moreover, Xia Zhixin is convinced that the Son of Heaven today is also a person who loves truth and science.

Because after careful observation, Xia Zhixin found that Zhu Tianzi was not interested in ghosts and gods, and in addition, he handed over all kinds of antiquities in the royal collection to himself for study.

Especially those "keels", Xia Zhixin was pleasantly surprised.

Of course, the so-called dragon bone is not the bone of a dragon, but the bone of an ancient beast.

His Majesty the Emperor specially explained this point to Xia Zhixin when he donated some of the specimens to the museum.

As a poor talent, Xia Zhixin's ability to identify cultural relics and fossils is almost zero, and the workmanship of the products of [Xiao Erhei Reputation Antique Shop] is indeed good, at least far beyond this era, so Xia Zhixin is convinced of the authenticity of the specimens.

When sorting out these keels, Xia Zhixin accidentally found that there were some traces of carving on the keels that seemed to be artificial.

After a series of research, Xia Zhixin was surprised to find that these traces were actually a kind of ancient writing, and they were inseparable from today's Chinese characters.

This made Xia Zhixin's heart tremble.

He could almost imagine what important footprints he would leave in the history of Chinese civilization if he could decipher this ancient script.

What kind of reader doesn't have the dream of leaving a name in history?

Learn to write and martial arts, and give the goods to the emperor's family.

On the road of taking the eight shares, Xia Zhixin did not realize his ambitions in life.

But now, another avenue is just around the corner.

So......

"Mr. Xia, have you still submitted your resignation to the imperial court?"

Mo Bai was on the road, and he called out in surprise to Xia Zhixin, who had panda eyes and words in his mouth.

"Huh?"

Xia Zhixin raised his head, and then remembered that he was on the way to the museum.

Today, the museum has been built and a large collection is housed.

Although the collection is protected by state-of-the-art mechanical locks, and there are security guards patrolling around the clock, Xia Zhixin is always willing to stay with those "national treasures" in addition to eating and sleeping.

So much so that Zhu Fugui forced him to take regular blood for physical examination (blood samples were sent to the platform for testing) to prevent lead and nickel poisoning.

After all, those national treasures, nine times out of ten, are copper-nickel alloys with a little lead!

Now, Xia Zhixin had breakfast in the cafeteria and rushed to the museum to continue studying the words on the keel.

I didn't think about it, but I met Mo Bai at the intersection.

"Mr. Xia, has the medical expenses not been repaid? I've saved six dollars in the past two months, which should be enough to pay for my medical bills! ”

As he spoke, Mo Bai stuffed the money into Xia Zhi's novice.

"No, no, my salary is enough!"

Xia Zhixin hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

Mo Bai joined the army, which was a gamble with his life.

A while ago, he was promoted to a second-class soldier, although he had a salary of more than five yuan a month, how could he let him break the bank!

What's more, Xia Zhixin, as the director of the Ming Imperial Museum, is subordinate to the Ministry of Rites, and his administrative level has also reached the sixth grade, and his monthly salary is equivalent to a third-class C-class soldier, with six US dollars, which is higher than the income of Mo Bai, a second-class soldier.

"But if it's not about money, why haven't you gone to find your son yet?"

Faced with Mo Bai's question, Xia Zhixin was stunned at first, and then there was silence for a while.

After holding back for a long time, he said, "Next time, I must be!" ”

With that, he hid his face and left.

Mo Bai looked at the back of Mr. Xia leaving in a hurry, and wondered in his heart.

He always felt that Mr. Xia's mental state seemed to be unstable, as if he had lost his soul.

"Isn't it really good to get along with the fat aunt in the cafeteria? The meat bun that Mr. Xia was holding in his hand just now seemed to be Aunt Fat's specialty? ”

Mo Bai felt that he had guessed the truth of the matter.

Also, Mr. Xia came thousands of miles to Citigroup, not so much to find a son, but to seek death.

Not to mention a person like Mr. Xia who reads poetry and books and learns through the past and the present.

It was a big man like himself, who also knew the cruelty of the genocide slavery gangs in North America through the ideological education and grievance meetings in the camp during this time.

If His Majesty the Emperor hadn't found a place for the Chinese people to live in this northwest corner, if he had entered the mine according to the original process, he might not have been able to escape the fate of being buried in a foreign land.

Therefore, Mo Bai felt that his hard-working Brother Xia, who was blinded by the Yangyi woman, was probably long gone.

Mr. Xia must know this, too.

That's why I came to Citigroup with a will to die.

I never thought that there was no endless road in the sky, and the lost east corner was harvested.

Mr. Xia lost his son, but he gained love!

Sure enough, the political commissar was right, the world pecks and drinks, and the retribution is not happy, and only by firmly uniting around Generalissimo Zhu Fugui and taking the firm road of imperialism with Ming characteristics can we live a happy and well-off life.

In fact, Mo Bai doesn't know what a "well-off" is, and what kind of life a well-off life is.

But Mo Bai has learned these truths many times, and he has already memorized them.

……

Political commissars and instructors were only set up by Zhu Fugui in the last two months.

At the beginning, Zhu Fugui felt that his Ming Army culture was poor, and the construction of political work positions seemed to be a little inadequate.

Thinking about it later, when Sanwan was reorganized, I am afraid that there were not so many cultural people in the hands of the instructors to realize the system design of the detachment built on the company, right?

The so-called having something is better than nothing, and Zhu Fugui still tried to personally train political work cadres and unify the thinking of the troops.

Of course, Zhu Fugui's own ability is limited, and the ability of the apprentices he teaches is even more limited.

In many cases, the method of doing political work is relatively simple, and it is also a means such as complaining about the conference.

But it can still be seen from a little warrior like Mo Bai that the effect is really good.

In fact, Zhu Fugui first wanted to use the name of the supervising army, after all, the general army is paired with the political commissar, and he always feels weird.

But then I thought about it, the word supervising the army was really inappropriate, it could not express the mission of political work, but made the officers feel the meaning of being monitored, and Zhu Fugui had no choice but to give up this idea.

……

Just when Mo Bai was thinking about Mr. Xia's love life, Director Feng of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly walked over with the roster.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Director Feng braked suddenly, grabbed Mo Bai, and asked, "You are a second-phase Chinese worker, right?" I seem to have some impressions. ”

"Hello Director Feng, you are my chief examiner for the test of the day!"

Mo Bai made a military salute, "My name is Mo Bai, and I am now a second-class soldier in the Ming Royal Army!" ”