On the outskirts of Fengdu in the Ming Dynasty, the original Prashi mining area, now the first coal mine of the royal family, the 10th mining area where the Ming Emperor personally wielded a pickaxe.

At 5:40 a.m., Chen Xiaoer, the manager of the mining area, got up to wash up and start a busy day's work.

Since the Battle of Bremerton, Donald and others have gradually become the diplomatic stars of the Honglu Temple of the Great Ming Rite Department.

The Prashi Coal Mine was taken over by the Ming Dynasty and directly managed by officials appointed by the Ministry of Industry.

And Chen Xiaoer, a noble Ming civil servant, enjoys a high salary of 5 silver dollars per month, equivalent to about 1,300 yuan in later generations, as well as a considerable amount of performance salary.

5 silver dollars is 5 US dollars, don't underestimate this money, although it is not comparable with the salary of civil servants in coastal areas in later generations, but in this era, a monthly salary of 5 US dollars is a good income in most places in the world.

Coupled with the performance salary, Chen Xiaoer expects his annual income to reach more than 120 yuan this year.

Although this income level is only about half of the average annual income of the army of 200 silver yuan, after all, his job does not require hard training, sleeping in the open every day, and there is no risk of losing his head, Chen Xiaoer is already very content.

Chen Xiaoer remembered that his brother-in-law Zhu Lao Mao was a soldier in the Green Camp to eat food, and theoretically he received 12 taels of silver a year, which was only 18 yuan for Dewu Baotong.

Not to mention the routine filial piety such as "Peng Buckle Silver" and "Peng Ma Silver", if you can really keep it for your own use, I'm afraid it would be good to have 15 taels.

That's it, when my brother-in-law saw that he still put his eyes on the sky, he didn't dare to say a word.

"It's really funny, it's just this bit of dog food for Tartar as a dog, what's so angry!"

While brushing his teeth, Chen Xiaoer couldn't help but spit a mouthful of foam, feeling that he was too stupid and naïve back then, and regarded the beggar as a big man.

If it weren't for the fact that the people in the DPRK and China all said that now that the Jianghuai war is still in turmoil, it is extremely dangerous to send silver taels, Chen Xiaoer really wants to send a few dozen yuan back, that is, to honor his parents, but also to support his sister as his mother's family.

Thinking of the thick-eyed brother-in-law who was stunned when he saw Yinzi, Chen Xiaoer couldn't help laughing.

In fact, let alone his brother-in-law, Chen Xiaoer learned from the night school that he was the admiral of the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, and his legal salary for a year was only 81 taels, equivalent to 120 silver dollars.

In other words, as long as Da Ming does not fall, then his Chen Xiaoer's income has even surpassed that of a big official like the Pseudo-Qing Admiral!

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaoer vigorously stirred the toothbrush in the cup, rinsed it well, and determined to work energetically today.

Da Ming must not fall, it must be for thousands of generations!

Chen Xiaoer has no culture, nor is he an ambitious person, but he still understands the simple truth of whose food he eats.

"Master Chen—"

At this time, a red-haired man wearing a special undershirt and bloomers for the second devil ran over with two steaming buns and an egg.

This is Sean, the white man in charge of the management of the white slaves in the 10th mining area.

Like the previous Chinese artificial heads, the white artificial heads are not officially established, but they are very powerful.

From the name Sean, or his signature Celtic red hair, it is known that he is of Irish descent.

Sean was originally a militiaman in Seattle who hung barbed wire during the Battle of Juchino, but he suffered only a few skin wounds.

After surviving the wound infection, Sean became a white slave and was assigned to the 10th Mine.

Thanks to his brilliant talent for languages, Sean's fate changed.

Many people have a misconception that for foreigners, Chinese is the most difficult language in the world.

This statement is not comprehensive, nor scientific, nor politically correct, and many times it is just self-consolation for not learning English well.

Because the really difficult languages in the world are often primitive languages that are indigenous and retain various morphemes, and are by no means progressive languages with simplified morphemes like English and Chinese.

As an isolated language, Chinese has very few changes in the last sound, and the grammar is relatively simple.

In the mainstream of modern thought, and even in the mouths of some well-known people in later generations, these characteristics have become evidence that Chinese is an inferior language.

But anyone who has ever learned a little about modern linguistics knows that this is pure fart.

For example, English, which is admired by the public, is actually the most evolved and the closest to an isolated language among the major inflections in Europe.

After being ruled by Northern Europe and France in turn, the grammar and tense foundation of Old English was completely shattered, and finally the complex was simplified, with only three or four tenses retained, and only s were added to negative numbers except for a few, and the grammar became refined and simple.

It can be said that compared to the complex and intellectually complex vocabulary changes on the European continent, English is the most human-like and the most efficient.

Although not the main reason, efficiency and conciseness are also one of the intrinsic reasons why English has become a world language in later generations.

In short, an advanced language is not difficult to learn, but it is the language of the jungle that is crushing.

In fact, ancient Chinese is also a quirk language, but our ancestors were enlightened thousands of years earlier than the British, simplified the complex, and stepped into the broad road of isolated language.

Therefore, Chinese is not a difficult language to learn, or in other words, it is not difficult to get started, but it is difficult to be proficient, and it is the tone and writing system of Chinese.

With only the goal of oral conversation, Chinese is simpler than most languages.

At least in the practice of the Ming Dynasty, as long as you study hard, most foreigners will be able to use Chinese for daily communication within half a year.

The Irishman, Shaun, was even more gifted, mastering spoken Chinese within half a year, and even reading newspapers written in vernacular such as the Daming Times.

As a civilized and progressive white slave, although Sean is not yet qualified to obtain a Daming green card, his status is far above that of ordinary white slaves.

He gained the right to bring breakfast to Master Chen every day!

Don't underestimate this power, Master Chen has been losing weight recently, as long as Sean is diligent, he can often be rewarded by Master Chen with half a steamed bun, or an egg yolk or something.

Sure enough, Chen Xiaoer touched his big bald head, and then touched his bulging belly, and this time generously rewarded Sean with a whole bun of mushrooms and greens.

While eating, the two came to the mine, took a brief look, and Chen Xiaoer went to the conference room in the mining area to hand over the shift.

At this time, the white slaves who had eaten sweet potato porridge and corn on the cob had already begun to work.

Syllable!

A crisp whip fell on the back of a tall white slave, drawing out a faint mark of blood.

Sean's Chinese with a thick Irish accent sounded: "McCann, you damn lazy ghost, the donkeys of the production team don't dare to be lazy like you, don't think about your damn wife and daughter, they may have married the black Paladins on St. George's Hill long ago!" ”

"You ......"

McCann gritted his teeth, trying not to look at Sean's sloppy face, "Again, my wife will definitely not remarry, she must be waiting for me in New York!" And my daughter, she married a Chinese! ”

"Hahaha, I've heard it countless times, but every time I hear you say such a joke, it still makes me feel funny!"

Sean raised his whip and said disdainfully, "If you have a son-in-law of Huada, do you still need to dig coal here?" Isn't it fragrant to take a green card to enjoy happiness? Okay, okay, don't have these stupid dreams, our mining area has not completed this month's indicators, you all work hard for me, as long as you can get the top three in the whole mine again, Master Chen said, everyone can eat pig intestine hot pot again! ”

Sean's words won the cheers of the white slaves.

To be honest, although they became slaves, these Chinese really cannot be called extremely vicious.

As long as you work 16 hours a day, you can eat corn, pumpkin, potatoes or sweet potatoes in the morning, noon and evening, and there is a miracle medicine called "swine fever" when you are sick, most of the time it has miraculous effects.

It can be said that this kind of life does not seem to be worse than those factories in the north, and the only difference may be......

Freely?

Let's have a bowl of pork intestines!

The pig intestine hot pot, although most people refused at first, but the life of clear soup and little water, and then encountered the pig intestine hot pot cooked by the Chinese chef, and finally the white slaves gave up resistance in front of the food.

Just when Sean was carrying a whip everywhere to urge the white slaves to work, Chen Xiaoer, who had finished the work handover meeting, ran over with the roll call.

"Assemble, assemble, report to the name, go to the bathhouse and remember to bring soap!" Chen Xiaoer crossed his waist and shouted loudly.