The Nanyang disaster relief was discussed for four hours, but the idea was still not fully cleared.

After all, the Ming Dynasty has traveled thousands of miles, and it can't just be disaster relief.

More or less do something.

If Japan is half of the home of the Ming Dynasty, then it is really hard to say whose home of Nanyang is.

After all, the main indigenous people over there, although they also bear the name of a yellow race, most of them are really far from the Confucian cultural circle, and even the Mongols are inferior.

These indigenous people are not at all objects to be co-opted and exploited.

On the contrary, they have the blood of the Chinese on their hands and are thugs and accomplices of the Western powers.

Thinking about it carefully, Da Ming may also be suspected of double standards in making such a statement, because Da Ming did not treat Yin people like this before.

But again, the reason why the Yin people are good Yin people is because they only have a population of 400,000 left.

However, there are 200 million indigenous people in Southeast Asia.

For them, the Ming Dynasty had to spend a lot of time on ethnic subdivision.

Ethnic groups like Dong Dai Lao Yue are naturally different from Javanese and Malay.

But in the final analysis, Zhu Fugui doesn't want to take over such a troublesome matter for the time being.

Daming should first consolidate the basic market of the Chinese people, and make the basic market bigger and stronger, which is the best policy.

Today, the three or four million Chinese in Nanyang only have the wealth they have accumulated and lack the ability to organize and mobilize.

The Ming Dynasty could learn from the future communist movement, and secretly sent loyal and brave men there to carry out some preliminary work, organize these Chinese, and when the time is ripe, they will fight to the death with the British in Malacca.

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On the way back to Fugui Palace, Zhu Fugui lay on the back seat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Recently, the filming progress of "Hiroshima Love" has been very slow, and even the classic song sung by men and women has not been recorded.

Bai Xia'er didn't know why, she was always out of state.

There will be a trance when filming against yourself.

Also, Bai Xia'er is just a 17-year-old girl after all, and she can't put too much pressure on her.

Think about what you're doing at 17?

It's just that he became the emperor, married the princess Yinren, and fought a few small battles with the Lincoln gang, and there is really nothing to say.

Thinking of Bai Xia'er, Zhu Fugui's stomach couldn't help but growl.

Every time she goes to the set, this little girl will make herself lettuce soup, crucian carp soup and pig's trotters.

Although this shows that Asian carp (crucian carp is one of them) has become an invasive species in the Daming River, and these dishes are very similar to a three-piece set of milk, I have to say, it is really delicious!

Zhu Fugui tasted the taste of his hometown from these dishes, and he was full of happiness.

After discussing with a group of courtiers for a long time today, Zhu Fugui was already hungry.

When I think of the food in my hometown, I can't bear it.

"Xiao Liu, let's go to Building 37 of Osmanthus Fang!"

"Yes, Dashuai!"

Of course, the driver Liu Hao knew who lived at No. 37 Osmanthus Fang.

As a driver, Liu Hao may be one of the people who knows the most about the Long Live Mansion.

In later generations, driving for leaders has always known many secrets, which is why the drivers' future work will be well arranged.

If you don't seal it well, you can't do it.

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The Sun Moon 01 bulletproof car and several cars full of guards with it turned together and headed east.

After 25 minutes.

Zhu ...... Your Majesty, why are you here! ”

Bai Xia'er was wearing loose pajamas, barefoot, and opened the door of the apartment blankly.

The guards are very professional, and they have disappeared to nowhere, and outside the gate, only Zhu Fugui is embarrassed to touch his head.

"White girl, I'm sorry, my old Li has an incurable disease, he wants to eat West Lake Ulva soup and braised crucian carp again before he dies, I don't know if you can fulfill this last wish for him?"

"This ......"

Bai Xia'er was stunned, and remembered the father-in-law who had been glanced at in a hurry on the set.

At that time, Bai Xia'er instinctively felt that he was familiar, a bit like the father-in-law she saw when she was a child.

You can overlap the two images, and the gap is too big.

Back then, the father-in-law was a lean and aging middle-aged man, and now the father-in-law is almost a big fat man in the shape of a ball, and his face is stretched open by fat without a single wrinkle.

Based on the experience of Bai Xia'er's children in the rivers and lakes, this kind of fat is definitely not normal.

Although Bai Xia'er's father is also quite fat.

But her father is the kind of fat who is similar to Luda and Wu Erlang, and that Gonggong Li looks completely fat, and he really looks like he has little time.

Bai Xia'er nodded, "If it's Gonggong Li's last wish...... Of course you can......"

"Great, let's go back to the palace with me." Zhu Fugui also remembered that there was a difference between men and women, and he didn't reach out to pull the hand of other girls.

"But...... But I haven't prepared the ingredients today! Bai Xia'er hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's not good to buy it at this time, right?" ”

Zhu Fugui shook his hand disapprovingly, and said, "Hey, there are naturally ones in the palace, and the freezer is a good thing!" ”

……

"Miss, are we really going to Emperor Ming's palace?"

Sitting in the car, Gillian rubbed her hands together, looking cramped.

Since becoming Bai Xia'er's maid, Gillian finally doesn't have to live that precarious life anymore.

And now, what an honor it is for Gillian to find that she has had the privilege of seeing the residence of His Majesty the Emperor!

Tell the sisters in Seattle who are trying to curry favor with the truck drivers and industrial workers, and they're going crazy with jealousy!

And...... If you can be like those Cinderellas in the minstrels' stories, favored by the prince......

Bah, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, that is a nobleman of the same level as the Roman Emperor, how can those little princes be compared to him?

Gillian had already had in her mind the names of her sons with His Majesty the Emperor, and the style of his fiefdom castle.

But unfortunately, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, and no one took care of her.

Zhu Fugui rarely sat in the passenger seat, while Bai Xia'er sat behind him.

Both remained silent.

In fact, when he came out of Bai Xia'er's apartment, as soon as he was blown by the cold wind, Zhu Fugui regretted it.

If you are an emperor anyway, how can you force a woman to return to the palace because she is greedy?

What is the difference between doing this yourself and that perfect old man?

Hey, in the end, it's still her craft.

Cheap!

Zhu Fugui reflected on himself.

Bai Xia'er also lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Soon the Fugui Palace arrived.

Lao Li ran out with a braised pig's head in his hand, "Long live the lord, it's too hard to manage the government so late, the old slave let the imperial dining room heat up the dishes again!" ”

Compared with Cixi, who had hundreds of dishes at a meal, Zhu Fugui was too frugal.

Not only only only eat three meats, one vegetable and one soup at each meal, but also reheat the cold dishes before eating, and even Zhu Fugui ate a box lunch with Cordyceps matsutake mushrooms on the set.

These have been reported in the "Daming Times".

In the hearts of the people of the Ming Dynasty, the thriftiness of today's sage Son of Heaven must be nothing more than that.

"That Li Companion...... Didn't I mention to you before, there is a white girl on the set, and her Hangzhou dishes are a must, so today I asked her to be in charge of the kitchen......"

Zhu Fugui just invited Bai Xia'er to cook under the pretext that Lao Li wanted to return to the west, but now, Lao Li ran out alive, which made the air a little embarrassed for a moment.

Zhu Fugui scratched his head, and didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Lao Li, he is actually returning to the light?

Look at his fat appearance, that fat one, and still gnaw on the meat of the dolphin's head, don't you know what is going on with you?

Blood lipids are going to explode!

Zhu Fugui organized his words, ready to scold Lao Li, but he didn't think about it, Lao Li suddenly wiped his tears and said:

"It's worthy of a long live lord, sure enough, the old slave's mind can't escape your eyes, are you doing a great job for the old slave before the expedition?

To be able to eat another bite of the authentic food of his hometown before going on the expedition, the old slave died on the sea, and his heart was willing! ”

"What?"

Zhu Fugui was stunned, "What expedition?" What are you going to do? ”

I saw that Old Eunuch Li's original mung bean eyes suddenly burst out with a little light, which made his unbearable appearance rise by a few percent.

He raised his head and said: "The Sprinkle family naturally wants to follow the example of Ma Sanbao in the past, patrol the sea for His Majesty, and clean up the sea frontier!" ”

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Bai Xia'er quickly prepared dinner.

Whether it's Ulva soup or braised crucian carp, it's a very simple home-cooked dish.

But it is precisely because of the simplicity and ordinariness that it shows more skill.

The crispy skin of the crucian carp wraps around the well-grained flesh of the fish, and when you enter the mouth, it becomes full of memories.

Old Eunuch Li was eating fish, and his eyes had returned to the size of mung beans, and he kept secretly looking at Bai Xia'er.

He always felt that this girl was familiar.

Eunuch Li wanted to ask, but felt that the timing didn't seem right.

Long live the Lord is actually drinking sullen wine one by one.

It's a bland beer, but it's also alcohol!

It's not normal.

Old Eunuch Li grew up watching Long Live Lord since he was a child.

How can he drink!

Drinking milk is the number one, but drinking......

It can be said that the chicken that makes the drunken chicken is more drunk than the long live master.

Can be ...... today

Lao Eunuch Li is also a person who has served the Son of Heaven for two dynasties, so he naturally knows the thoughts of the Long Live Lord.

Forget it, this Nanyang, it's okay.

Lao Li touched his three chins, and sure enough, this ambition is like the determination to lose weight, which comes and goes quickly.

At this moment, he felt that someone had asked him to climb the mountain, and he didn't bother to move.

"Hiccup~"

Tons and tons of tons of three cups of Hapi, Zhu Fugui burped, "Li Banban, this is going to the South Seas, thousands of miles of sea waves, life and death are unpredictable, I, I would like to give you a glass today, for Qing Zhuangxing!" ”

"It's not...... That ......"

Old Eunuch Li scratched his head with his fingers the thickness of a small radish, and said, "Long live Lord, in fact, the slave can not go...... The slave just thought about it, it's better to stay by Banzai's side and serve Banzai......"

"No!"

Zhu Fugui said categorically, "I have thought about it, this time to go to Nanyang, the most suitable admiral is you!" ”

"In the eyes of the British, you are harmless to humans and animals, and you don't even have the masculinity of men, but in the eyes of the Nanyang tribes and the Chinese, you are the immortal general who dominates the Nanyang and engraves the majesty of the Celestial Empire in their bones, the true heir of the Admiral!"

"This is a cultural barrier, this is the interpretation of the same cultural symbol in different cultural backgrounds!"

"Li Banban, don't be afraid, if you are unfortunately martyred, I will always remember you!"

"Isn't it just a volcanic eruption, a constant aftershock, a tsunami that rolls upside down, and a rough wave?"

"Isn't it just arrogant foreign soldiers, natives from all over the world, cannibals, all of them take Tu Hua as the norm!"

"Isn't it just that the plague is everywhere, floating and dead all over the field, and there are many miasma snakes and insects!"

Zhu Fugui stepped forward and patted the old Eunuch Li on the shoulder, "Companion Li, I believe in you, whether it is the horse leather shroud or the victorious return, you are my Jinghai Marquis!" ”