Chapter 409 Education Inspection, Nanyang Native Products

Although Keiko Kitagawa is a woman, she is not the stereotyped "terrible female driver".

Kitagawa is a killer, but not a road killer, and her driving skills are excellent.

Naturally, the Son of Heaven will not have only one car, and an agent in Beichuan alone is not enough insurance.

He was accompanied by five cars with more than twenty guards on board.

These cars seem to have inadvertently protected the Son of Heaven's car.

After driving for 10 minutes, the cars stopped at the entrance of Fengdu Primary School one after another.

Guards in civilian clothes stepped out of the security car, and one of them showed his certificate to the school security guard and entered the school first.

It was normal for the police to enter the campus, but the security guards didn't think much of it.

The guards should control the site and ensure the safety of the Son of Heaven.

As a result, it is a pity that Zhu Fugui pounced, and the Maori brother was not in the unit.

According to the math teacher, the Māori handicraft teacher was not feeling well again today, so the afternoon handicraft class was changed to math.

What's going on, Zhu Fugui is too familiar.

The word "again" shows that this has become the norm.

In this regard, Zhu Fugui could only shake his head helplessly.

As an industrial party forced to choose cultural victory, Zhu Fugui's mood is actually very complicated.

To tell the truth, if a nation wants to be rejuvenated and strong, it is impossible to frantically develop mathematics, physics and chemistry without one or two generations becoming the whole people.

With enough engineers, it's not too late to make up for the shortcomings in the culture.

Judging from the number of roads in later generations, the rabbits probably walked like this, of course, it is not yet known whether they will succeed in the end.

But this era is still a little different from later generations.

To put it simply, there is no way for the future generation of China to expand outward, and volume is the only option.

It is helpless to sacrifice one or two generations to complete the bloody primitive accumulation with their tears and blood and sweat in exchange for the rejuvenation of the nation.

But all the nations that can't endure this hardship and pursue hedonism in advance, art and freedom are basically abolished.

For example, the most typical are the ethnic groups of Latin America.

At least at that point in time when Zhu Fugui crossed, randomly pulling a Chinese and a Latin American out, there is a high probability that the Chinese cannot compare with the latter in terms of personal "charm".

Latin Americans are enthusiastic and unrestrained, good at singing and dancing, all of them are literary and artistic youths, can play the guitar, can dance tango, and of course, they can also bang and smoke leaves, and the demons dance wildly.

Although a small illness can put these guys in debt, although their country has no future except football, and although chaos and violence are everywhere, there is no doubt that their lives in the first 30 years of their lives are far more "interesting" than that of an ordinary Chinese youth.

However, it is the "boring" Chinese youth who use books and mountains to ask questions, use the blood and sweat of cattle and horses, and use extreme involution to lift the entire country and the entire nation to a height that Latin Americans have never imagined.

The sense of being full of hope for the country and anxious and confused about the future of the individual is the common mentality of Chinese youth in later generations.

But this is also a manifestation of refusing to lie flat and the upward channel of the class is still ongoing.

After all, a gang youth in Rio de Janeiro will never be entangled in the question of whether to buy a house or not, he only thinks about whether he can see the rising sun tomorrow and whether he has enough money to buy DP.

However, for the Ming Dynasty of this era, such a cruel involution is unnecessary.

Just like a child whose epiphyseal line has not yet closed, the expansion of Chinese civilization in this era may still exist.

It is feasible to gain momentum for development through expansion rather than involution.

Of course, it is also beneficial to expand while making a small roll, from the perspective of the whole country and the whole nation.

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In the end, Zhu Fugui still gave up the idea of letting the Education Department of the Ministry of Rites rectify it within the scope of the whole Ming, but planned to ask Yin Weasel to send someone to secretly find out the situation and form a data report.

The issue of education is a century-old plan for the revival of the Ming Dynasty, and only the data of Jinyiwei is the most reliable.

Zhu Fugui's bottom line is that the time for physical education class must be guaranteed.

Anyone who gets sick, and the PE teacher can't get sick either.

The children of the Ming Dynasty can not all be good at singing and dancing, and they may not all be art and handicraft experts, but most of them must be physically strong and good at sports.

Sufficient animal protein + sufficient outdoor physical exercise can not only ensure that Daming will obtain the world's best quality soldiers in the next few decades, but also save a lot of money for Daming's medical insurance system in the distant future.

It can even ensure a strong position of Ming men in the international marriage market.

The only person who may have been damaged was the optician.

If the yellow race has a great advantage in the immune system, then the yellow race does have a higher prevalence of myopia than other races under the same eye intensity.

Coupled with the fate of being a problemalist, the high myopia rate in the three East Asian countries is terrifying.

Zhu Fugui didn't want this to happen again in Daming.

Increasing outdoor exercise is the best way to avoid it.

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Zhu Fugui didn't expect that the schedule he personally formulated would begin to go out of shape at the grassroots level only two years after it was implemented.

It is no wonder that the ancient emperors liked to pay private interviews in micro-services, and they could indeed find many clues that they had not paid attention to.

Zhu Fugui wrote down several key points on the standardized reform of education in the small notebook he carried with him.

Further specific measures will have to wait for Yin Weasel's investigation.

Brother Maori is not at school, Zhu Fugui can probably guess where he is.

So the car turned south, and after a while, it came to the halfway up the mountain.

Five Nations City Apartments are located here.

When you arrive at the apartment area of Wuguo City, the guards are relatively strict.

Compare this to the place where important prisoners were held, and the necessary guards were still needed.

Does the hero want to welcome back the holy car, or does the third majesty want to learn from his uncle to escape from prison?

However, at present, it seems that Nasan has neither the ability to escape from prison, nor does the Faji have a warrior who wants King Qin.

Parked the car, Zhu Fugui saw two old men playing chess at the door of the apartment.

The influence of France on shogunate Japan was very great, and even Maori was able to speak two words of French.

Even with the comparison, the two played Western chess very happily.

"You've lost again!"

"Hey, Bordeaux Manor, it's yours, my friend!"

Maori respectfully accepted the IOU with the third-hand book, and shouted "Yo Xi" repeatedly.

Of course, this is also the self-amusement of two unemployed old men.

Nasan's entire fortune had been confiscated by the Third Republic, and he was already a pauper.

Of course, he also had a horse worth 18 million francs.

So he's a pauper with a horse now.

The IOU in Maori's hand was simply waste paper.

Of course, whether it is waste paper or not depends on the development of the situation in the future.

Seeing Zhu Fugui's arrival, Mao Li Jingqin hurriedly stood up: "Long live Lord, why are you here!" ”

Zhu Fugui said with a smile: "Xiaolan misses you, I also brought you some Nanyang specialties!" It's "

"It's all here, why are you so polite!" While refusing, Maori Jingqin handed over the title deed to her daughter, and then reached out to accept the large and small gifts.

Zhu Fugui looked at the tone and actions of the Maori brother and was very satisfied, it seems that the little brother has completely followed the local customs.

The gift is indeed the local product that Lao Li brought back from Nanyang - cat poop coffee.

The Dutch have been growing coffee on the island of Sumatra for more than 100 years, and the cat poop coffee produced by the Sumatran civet cat has become famous all over the world.

Well......

At least Julie named and asked for a few hundred pounds of cat poop coffee to give on Wall Street.

As a Dutch-American, it's a decent thing to give as a gift of cat poop coffee.

And Julie's grandfather, Vanderbilt Sr. is also a veteran fan of cat poop coffee.

In line with the idea that the mothers on both sides should be treated equally, Zhu Fugui also brought cat poop coffee to the Maori brother, and explained in detail the process of making this coffee, hoping that he could like it.

Watching the Maori brother's face turn from red to white, and then from white to blue, and from blue to purple, Zhu Fugui felt very funny.

"If you don't want it, you can give it to me!"

As one of the richest and most extravagant monarchs of the nineteenth century, Nasan was of course able to enjoy cat poop coffee in the past.

Now that I've been closed for so long, I'm already hungry.

That's when the Maori brother realized how stupid he was.

Can the things given by the Lord be bad?

What's more, the thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces, that is, the long live lord gave himself a piece of poop, which is also a sacred poop, how can he show an expression of disgust?

Maori quickly hid the cat poop coffee close to her, and then fell over the shoulder, flipping Nasan to the ground.

I can't beat elementary school students, I can't beat you?

Maori clapped his hands in disdain.