Daming Fengdu, Lianmoju Tavern.

Most of the good things in the world are similar.

Brief periods of peace always give the illusion that the years are quiet.

Lianmoju is a Jiangnan-style tavern, flowing water and green bamboo, and there is no shortage of neon clothes and silk bamboo.

But now that I am a Ming dynasty with martial virtues, of course I can't learn the atmosphere of the Southern Dynasties, and immerse myself in the story of jade flour and beauty.

Scholars are not useless, and Yale is by no means just a glamorous sound.

Daming is now cultivating a sword scholar with the world in mind, and advocating Daming Yale who sees small feelings and knows righteousness.

Therefore, the whole tavern is also a little more resolute in Jiangnan Wanyue.

"Thousands of miles do not hesitate to die, once succeeded. Draw the Qilin Pavilion and enter the Mingguang Palace ......"

After singing a song on the stage, a young man in his twenties along the window couldn't help but stop his cup.

"I really hope that the Ming Dynasty will calm down the five continents, and on the day of the world's great harmony, I can also be a general, unload my armor and return to the field, and drink and listen to music with you in my spare time, Brother Xia, I should have no regrets in this life!"

Mo Bai grunted and put a glass of Coke on his stomach and burped comfortably.

Xia Zhixin warmed the old wine in front of the case, and said with a smile: "You, you, these words really don't seem to come out of the mouth of a murderous little white." ”

"Hehe, Brother Xia, it's all rumored in the army, it's a thing of the past!"

Mo Bai waved his hand again and again, and said, "In the past, I was young and vigorous, and the military department applied for it several times, and the foolish brother is now twenty years old, so I already know the truth...... White-skinned officers can exchange money! ”

Xia Zhixin wanted to praise Xiaoyou a few words, but he had to cover his forehead when he heard it.

Mo Bai didn't know it, but his eyebrows flew and he said: "Big brother, do you know, last time in Fusang, our division captured a French count and exchanged it for 200,000 yuan, which is more profitable than doing business!" ”

"Phew!"

Xia Zhixin stretched out his hand and knocked a chestnut on his brother's head, and said angrily, "Long live our lord is the sage of the Son of Heaven who saves the people and recreates China, why did you become a reckless Liangshan who robbed houses and houses in your mouth?" ”

Mo Bai covered his forehead, completely devoid of Xiao Baiqi's demeanor.

Mo Bai shrunk his neck and said, "I'm not a person with a low level of education, and I can't speak very well...... Anyway, I don't usually rob tigers of their business. ”

The tiger in Mo Bai's mouth is his partner, Hu Po, the imperial trainer of the Third Division, and he has always been responsible for the ideological and political work of the army.

After thinking about it, Mo Bai still didn't give up and said: "Brother, why do you say that this Frenchman is so rich, I heard Xi Ya say, it's because this is a broken earl, and it's a hard bone, otherwise at least another '0' ...... can be added."

"That is, in the words of Viva, the Second French Empire is the usury empire, the most rotten and dirty kind of imperialism!"

Speaking of this, Xia Zhixin is not sleepy.

He is now in the high position of the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites.

In addition to taking care of the work of the museum, he is also the head of the National History Research Institute, mainly responsible for the theoretical work of domestic consciousness and culture, national identity, and national studies in the Ming Dynasty.

In a sense, although Xia Zhixin is not a secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the importance of his work is no less than that of Zhao Aqian, a secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

In fact, at present, in the entire Ministry of Rites, everyone jokingly calls the Five King Kongs.

They are Zhao Aqian, who is in charge of news and propaganda and general literature and art, Xia Zhixin, who is in charge of theoretical research, Feng Renjun, who is in charge of diplomacy and feudal affairs, Hiroto Ii, who is in charge of religion, and Yin Hu, who is in charge of film.

Xia Zhixin wanted to form theories and catchy political slogans from what the Son of Heaven said and did, and put them in a book that would be convenient for officials and ordinary people to learn and understand.

For example, this "usury imperialism" is the words of the Son of Heaven included in Xia Zhixin's book "The History of the Fortune of the European Kingdoms".

This book was edited by Xia Zhixin, assisted by Ito Hirofumi of Huangmen, and personally checked by Zhu Fugui.

The so-called "usury imperialism in France" refers to the phenomenon that France's domestic industry has decayed and hollowed out, but the financial industry is abnormally prosperous.

Monopoly capitalists invest large amounts of capital in the field of credit, not in the field of production; Investing abroad is much more than investing in China.

This unproductive usurious export of capital, which allowed France to reap huge annual interest, in turn strengthened the rotten parasitic nature of the capitalists.

At its peak, France's rentier class numbered 2 million, and together with their families, it accounted for more than 18 percent of the country's population.

How can such an environment provide a high-quality source of soldiers and high-quality industrial workers?

Therefore, France has slid step by step from the first power in Europe in the Napoleonic era to the French chicken that everyone can milk, in fact, there is a historical inevitability.

Zhu Fugui stands in the perspective of God in later generations, and he can naturally accurately grasp this point, which is one of the reasons why he chose to temporarily tolerate Britain and attack the French chicken.

However, the French chicken shelf is relatively empty, but it is also a fact that they are rich, and under the armed force of money, the combat effectiveness of the French army is still okay at present.

Mo Bai couldn't help but say angrily: "Don't talk about our Ming Dynasty, just say that those poor people in the homeland of China, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, working hard all their lives to dig food from the ground, and the accumulated surplus is just being exploited by corrupt officials and the Manchu government, and it is just that they have to suck the blood of those French capitalists who are full of brains, which is really unbearable, which is unbearable!" ”

The reason why Mo Bai said this was because there was a shortage of more than one million taels left in the Manchu Qing Dynasty to raise Liao, and he asked the French and British to borrow it.

"But then again, one earl can exchange hundreds of thousands of Da Ming Yuan, Brother Xia, how much do you think their emperor can exchange?" Mo Bai suddenly asked with a broken mind.

"Haha, our little white still wants to kill the Tuileries Palace to tie up the three chieftains? It's good, but it's outrageous! Xia Zhixin laughed.

Mo Bai scratched his head and said, "Hey, yes, the French emperor will not come to the Americas, how can there be such a good thing in the world......"

"Divisional Commander!"

Just when Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin, two old friends, were enjoying a rare vacation, a signal soldier trotted all the way over.

He saluted Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin, and then reported in a low voice: "Commander, there is an inquiry letter from the Xinjin Naturalization Point, saying that there is a mother and son, claiming to be your sister and nephew......

"Is it Guilan and Feihong?"

Mo Bai stood up excitedly, and the coke in his hand was knocked over.

"Looks like those two names."

The communications soldier nodded, "Here's their picture, look!" ”