European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 190 New Life
Since the exemption of the faith tax added to the goods, the price of Hafleur has dropped by nearly 10%. Migrant workers mostly use the saved money to gamble or buy wine. This is reflected in the change in the proportion of taxes Li Peijun received at the beginning of the month. can be clearly felt.

To Li Peijun's regret, the civilians did not deposit the saved Sol in the bank, but spent so much that there was nothing left.

"Where's your silver pick?"

This is a joke that has been widely circulated by Harfleur nowadays. It is similar to "Where is your Ferrari?" in later generations, but it is just used by others to ridicule those poor guys who save money every day and make life hard. .

Although Li Peijun has adapted to the severe winter in Western Europe, he does not want to carry out military operations in this kind of ghostly weather for the time being. The city also hired a lot of migrant workers to clean up the thick snow and piled up snow. Most of them were stunned. He is tall, his bones are buried inside, let alone slashing with a sword, he can't even walk.

Curled up by the fireplace, Li Peijun couldn't help but think of Moscow in the Far East, where the cold air of Siberia is controlled, and the walls are more than half a meter thicker than here. One can imagine the dangerous environment.

The winter in Moscow is the biggest BUG in the history of war. Countless great men have fallen here, and countless achievements have been written in this piece of snowflakes. Li Peijun does not want to repeat the same mistakes, unify Europe, and fight east to the Ural Mountains , Moscow can be regarded as a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

Northern Europe is also a big problem. The further north the front is pulled, the more difficult it is to supply. Compared with the young men who have not yet become popular, the Vikings, who are now in the limelight, are stronger enemies.

"It doesn't matter, there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. First settle the British affairs, and then slowly plan later." Li Peijun set his sights on the newly occupied area again. East Sussex is just one of the many counties in the UK. Luozhong is a very inconspicuous small county without much development potential. If it wants to continue to expand its influence, it must occupy more territories.

Now that he and Afia are in an alliance and vassal relationship, he will make plans after finding out what the other party really thinks in the spring of next year. If the other party keeps maintaining his relationship with him, then Li Peijun will move north to occupy the enclave of Cambridgeshire first. Invade the hinterland of the King of England.

If Afia insists on avenging Edwin, then he has no choice but to use East Sussex as a defensive base, and contact the King of England and the Church to form a united front to jointly resist the attacking army.

"Catherine, why are you awake? It's cold outside in winter. It's better to sleep a little longer." Looking up, Li Peijun caught sight of Catherine in sight. in the arms.

Catherine was still in a trance, she fell into her arms, and replied half asleep: "Honey, I don't seem to have a good rest, but I don't want to sleep."

"Huh? Could it be that you are sick?" It is not surprising that people with delicate constitutions often get sick in winter, but Catherine is a martial arts practitioner after all. Li Peijun guessed that she must have caught cold at night.

"Don't run around, I'll take you back to the room to rest, and cook some soup for you along the way." Li Peijun hugged the sick beauty intimately with one arm, and walked steadily towards the couch.

Catherine covered her forehead, but she said reluctantly, "I...I don't want to drink soup."

"Hey, drink some soup and you'll be fine." In the Middle Ages, there were no cold medicines such as Shuanghuanglian oral salt and roxithromycin capsules. Li Peijun could only use diet therapy to solve his illness. The treasure left by the ancestors has indeed achieved remarkable results, and past successful experiences have verified the reliability of diet therapy time and time again.

"It's ginger fish soup. I can remove all the bones for you first, so that it won't be troublesome to drink." Li Peijun reported the name of the dish again, trying to convince this stubborn little princess.

"But...but I feel like vomiting recently. No matter what I eat, I have a poor appetite. I don't know why." Catherine felt apologetic, her cheeks were so red that she didn't dare to look directly at her.

"What?" Li Peijun exclaimed, his hands trembling with fright, and he also felt a little lost when he connected "vomiting" and "poor appetite" with the recent embarrassing things of the two of them.

"No, no, it's fine if a girl loses her composure like this. No matter what I say, I can be regarded as someone who has seen strong winds and waves. I must calm down and not mess up." Li Peijun secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

The hurried pace also gradually slowed down. Li Peijun was afraid that Catherine's fetal gas was moved. Even covering Catherine with a blanket, Li Peijun had to squint and watch the gap between the cashmere and the belly slowly fit together.

"You don't have a cold, you are pregnant, and a new life will be born soon." Li Peijun leaned over and whispered in a low voice.

"It's you, I told you not to do so much, it's better now." Catherine asked with a smile.

Li Peijun had no choice but to stick out his tongue and beg for mercy, "So my little princess, when the ice and snow melt, you should stop practicing swords for the time being. For the sake of this newborn little guy, let's make up for it during this period of time."

"Oh, okay." Catherine nodded with puffed cheeks, and asked with girlish curiosity, "What do you think our future child's name will be?"

Li Peijun doesn't have much understanding and research on the names of foreigners. He only remembers that ancient Chinese names paid attention to seniority, and the font size and so on. They are all based on books and works, and what they mean. Said: "Napoleon for a man, and Elizabeth for a woman."

Originally, the man intended to be called Caesar, but there are too many guys named Caesar throughout the ages, and it is easy to lose sight of everyone. Although Li Peijun is a German fan, he can't let his child name the head of state and be scolded by others After calculation, Napoleon is the most suitable.

The girl's name is not so particular, Elizabeth, Ekaterina, Victoria, etc. can be chosen, whichever comes easily.

"What do you think?" Li Peijun supported his head, and the two of them looked at each other, and kissed again.

Licking her pink lips, Catherine nodded shyly and said, "I'll listen to you, just do what you say."

"But even if you want to vomit, you still need the necessary nutrition. Just wait, I'll cook some milk for you." Li Peijun stroked the other's cheek to show his submission, and Catherine also obeyed obediently.

While boiling the milk, Li Peijun suddenly realized that medical technology was underdeveloped in the Middle Ages, and the mortality rate of pregnant women was quite high. There is also a saying that giving birth is to step into the coffin.

In order to change this situation, Li Peijun decided to carry out a midwifery training for nuns in the future, aiming at safe delivery for pregnant women. A medieval medical and health reform was quietly born in Hafleur.

(End of this chapter)