Bai Zhixin is now forty-five or sixteen years old, and he is still taking the lead all day long, fighting with Lao Maozi, Bai Xia'er is very worried about his body.

This time, no matter what, she urged her father to return to the Central Plains in the letter.

After Bai Xia'er married Zhu Fugui, although she was already in a state of half-rest, she still saved some salary.

She used her hard-earned salary of 1,200 yuan (Da Ming Yuan), plus a small amount of 98,800 yuan supported by her husband, to donate a hospital in Shijiazhuang, Shijiazhuang Baixiaer Hospital.

The name is plain, but it also makes a lot of sense.

This time, calling his father back, Bai Xia'er was going to let him do a comprehensive physical examination.

Zhu Fugui, as a son-in-law, is of course also prepared.

He secretly ordered two boxes of sauce-flavored technology, and it is estimated that the old man must like it.

The whole morning was spent in laughter.

Zhu Fugui is not so inferior, and he has caught several fatty fathead fish.

It's just that the results are much less than Bai Xia'er.

and Yin Weasel, who was silent and silent, also threw fish into the fish basket one after another.

After all, the fish in the South China Sea are much more stupid than those in Yellowstone Lake, and they are especially easy to catch.

Zhu Fugui asked everyone to pack up and prepare to grill fish to eat, only to notice that Sotna's basket was empty.

Good fellow, this thing is actually pretending to be fishing with a straight hook.

Seeing the Son of Heaven's inquiry, Suotna hurriedly wanted to tell the oath of loyalty that he had prepared for a night, but Zhu Fugui stuffed it directly into his mouth with a fat-headed fish.

Just kidding, to be a traitor you have to have the consciousness of being a traitor, what kind of ginger to learn!

Zhu Fugui estimated that he was going to make a big talk.

Don't listen or don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

Listening to the lecture of the Mongolian master, can this governance be good?

Zhu Fugui didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

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It is probably because the feng shui here is really good, and the carp, crucian carp, and fathead fish produced are very fat.

Bai Xia'er also took matters into his own hands and made Zhu Fugui his favorite West Lake fish soup.

Zhu Fugui wanted to say that he actually didn't like to eat fish soup, and what he liked to eat more was the Liaodong abalone brought by Sotna.

I did say that I loved fish soup back then, but wasn't that actually a person who likes to make fish soup?

Which scumbag doesn't pinch his nose and say that he likes this and that when he is chasing girls?

Now that I've caught up with my wife, I don't want to eat the fish soup......

But considering that Bai Xia'er still had a dagger in his hand, Zhu Fugui still had a clear idea in the end, and drank most of the bowl with tears.

"Brother Suo, come on, come on, try the vodka drunken fish made by the Rakshasa maid in my palace, it tastes great!"

Zhu Fugui used a 92-degree drunken fish that no cat eats, and exchanged it for a big abalone that had not yet moved his chopsticks from Sotna.

After smelling it, it was not the traditional food of Liaodong that the boy urinated on the big abalone, so he put his mind at ease.

"Speaking of which, is Yuan Muren still on Zhangzi Island?"

Zhu Fugui asked while snorting about the big abalone.

"Returning to Your Majesty...... Next ......"

Sotna instigated a bite of the drunken fish given by the Lord of Long Life, and almost thought that it was poisoned by the Lord of Long Life.

Can this thing be eaten by humans?

Curling his tongue in alcoholism, Sotna introduced: "That kid is still on the island, he gets up on time at five o'clock every day, licks a pig's allantois, and then runs a five-kilometer trail run with weights.

At six o'clock, we eat white rice mixed with wild vegetables, and at half past six, we go to the beach to take care of abalone and scallops.

Until 3 p.m., I will return to my room to study aquatic research, organize my notes, and write my thesis.

Eat a second meal at 5 p.m. and strictly control the total amount of food.

Then, go to bed at seven o'clock on time.

In addition, every three days, he would open the valley, and every other week, he would listen to the music of the 'courtiers' in a thatched hut and learn about world events in the etiquette of a chrysanthemum puppet dynasty. ”

"Oh, are those courtiers reliable?" Zhu Fugui asked.

"Reliable, reliable, they're all old actors."

Sotna assured, "The disobedient ones have long been disposed of, and the others have also taken the shares of Genji Suisan Co., Ltd., so they will definitely not talk nonsense." ”

"That's good."

Zhu Fugui nodded, feeling that it was not bad for the ambitious Meiji Emperor to live in a dream.

To this day, he has not left Zhangzi Island for seven years.

Everything he knew about the outside world was through newspapers and the dictation of "courtiers".

In Genmuren's cognition, although the tyranny is ferocious, in Japan, people with lofty ideals who miss the Chrysanthemum Dynasty are also accumulating strength.

And the external situation is also very good.

Taking advantage of this war between the Ming and the Western powers, the Qing Empire's Suo Wangye had already crossed the Yalu River with 100,000 soldiers and expelled the Ming forces from the Korean Peninsula.

At the same time, with the support of their own continuous sales of Bao money, the Fuguo forces loyal to themselves have carried out ninja actions such as arson, poisoning, and explosions in various parts of the Ming Dynasty, which made Emperor Zhu Fugui of the Ming Dynasty feel terrified.

Tyranny, benevolence and righteousness are not applied, and the offensive and defensive forces are different.

It is already a clay-footed giant in the waning mountains, full of beacon smoke and rebellion.

The collapse of the Ming Empire or at hand!

According to the information fed back by the courtiers, Yuan Muren believed that as long as he found a way to improve the abalone breeding technology and increase the unit output of abalone, then he would be able to gather 100,000 samurai in Liaodong in three or five years, and return to the country by crossing the sea.

So everything, at the end of the day, is to raise abalone!

Yuan Muren is like Murong Fu, for the sake of the ancestral inheritance and the dream of the emperor, the whole person has entered a state of demonic fear.

Happier than Murong Fu, Yuan Muren felt that his success was just around the corner.

Just work a little harder, a little harder......

"Tsk!"

Zhu Fugui listened to Sotna's introduction, and felt that Yuan Muren did not fall under the destruction of the "Summer Camp Fitness Method", and successfully grew into a doctor of fisheries, I have to say that the strength of the spirit is powerful.

It's a pity that everything he diligently pursues is a mirror and an empty sigh after all.

Zhu Fugui couldn't imagine how the spiritual world would collapse if one day Yuan Muren came into contact with the real world and knew the truth of this world.

I'm afraid it's light to go crazy like Murong Fu, right?

Zhu Fugui is a benevolent king, so he naturally doesn't want to see this kind of thing happen.

Turning his head, he took the freshly made West Lake fish soup handed over by Yin Susu, put it aside quietly, and then changed the topic and said, "Xia'er, is Yin Hu still in charge of the Cultural Bureau of the Ministry of Rites?" You know her well, right? ”

Bai Xia'er nodded.

When I came to Daming, I was helped by the Yin Hu and Yin Fox sisters to successfully integrate into the life of Fengdu, and was able to play the role of Tian Chuan's family, and met Zhu Fugui again.

It can be said that Yin Hu is half of his matchmaker.

Of course, Yin Weasel, as Yin Hu's brother, must be more familiar, but since he became the commander of the Jinyi Guard, Yin Weasel doesn't even have much contact with his own sister.

This can be regarded as the pain of becoming a lonely minister.

Zhu Fugui naturally sees these credits in his eyes.

Unlike Mo Bai and Mori, who are vigorous, Yin Weasel is not inconspicuous, in fact, he is the second highest military rank in the Ming Army after Qi Wenchang.

In short, Zhu Fugui is still used to letting Bai Xiaer be in charge of cultural affairs, especially in movies.

"You should know about Genmuren, right?"

Zhu Fugui sighed and said, "This kid is also pitiful, I can't bear it...... I can't bear to waste his talent. In addition to aquaculture, he should have more talents, such as making movies. It's a pity that he doesn't create cultural products for the people of Daming! ”

"Movies?"

Bai Xia'er was stunned, "Is that short, thin, and ugly widow?" Let him play Tuxingsun? Is "Romance of the Gods" about to start filming? The Condor Trilogy is not finished yet! ”

"No, it's "Romance of the Gods", the cost is too high, it's not suitable for wartime now, I want to make a low-budget movie, the kind with a camera."

Zhu Fugui shook his head and said, "Moreover, this is not a movie in the ordinary sense, it is a documentary, or a documentary movie, and I have thought of a name, it is called Truman's World...... Ah no, it's "Muren's World", so I'll talk about the specific shooting method......"