I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Today is New Year's Eve, my son is in a thief's den, I can only wish my father well, and wish my emperor long live long live long live.

However, according to Mr. Geng from the Academy, the son is in North America and the father is in China. Day and night are reversed.

The boy raised pigs for two weeks, and finally returned to school last week to continue his studies.

At Maoshi today, my son got up to exercise his body.

When I was in Dongxiang, my sixth uncle taught me boxing and sticks. I practiced non-stop every morning, vowing to fight the Cantonese bandits to the end.

But in this hypocrisy's lair, there is a boxing method called Fugui Changquan, Fugui Mixed Martial Arts, and Aimu Aimu. His boxing skills are sharp, he is good at sneak attacks, he doesn't pay attention to martial arts, and he is hard to defend against.

My son had a classmate who was eight years old at the time. Although he was a descendant of the Yue Rebellion, he was simple and down-to-earth, and he was meticulous in his martial arts practice.

My son and him compete with each other every day, winning and losing each other, and we have not fallen into the prestige of our Huai army.

My son has another classmate, Li Shi of Qidong, a descendant of a tiller, who is good at medicine, and his name is really inhumane.

According to rumors, the medical skills here were handed down from the former imperial palace, and there are indeed some miraculous ones.

I heard that in a physical education class on military arts, Fang Xiang, a disciple of Xianghuai, held up a spear and performed chopping techniques. Suddenly his stomach hurt unbearably, and he fell to the ground and rolled.

Dr. Li immediately found out that it was intestinal ulcer.

When I was in Dongxiang, all the villagers had this disease, Qihuang was incurable, and lead and mercury were difficult to treat, so they had to wait for death.

But Dr. Li and Dr. Yang sent the son to the Pseudo-Ming Royal Hospital, where they were sterilized with drugs and cut with an axe. Within half a month, Fang Lang could walk on the ground without returning to his old illness.

From what I have seen now, I know that Hua Tuo's story is not a fiction.

However, that day, Doctor Yang said that Er has phimosis, but Er eats a lot of rice and is physically strong. I don't know why.

If you are free in the future, you should go to the Pseudo-Ming Royal Hospital for a good checkup.

In addition, I remember that my uncle Zeng suffered from eye diseases and strokes. If he wants to be cured, he must come here to seek medical treatment.

……

After practicing boxing and kicking, it was three o'clock in the morning, and my son went to the cafeteria to read sage books, not daring to forget his father's instructions.

At Chenshi, I ate three meat buns, a bowl of porridge, two tea eggs, and four siu mai, and I was slightly full.

Today's New Year's Eve, there will be no classes in the school.

My son and two or three friends went swimming in the Fugui Reservoir of Tenglong Mountain.

Tenglong Mountain is the place where the false Ming emperor cut the bone dragon and rose to power. There is a big river called the Daming River.

This river is like the Feihe River in Dongxiang, with flowing water and turbulent waves, flowing out of the mountain stream into the sea, attracting hundreds of rivers and living the people.

Such a large river is cut off by a large dam, and the water is cut off with a knife, just like Wei Wu raising a whip.

The dam is one hundred ren high, and I really don't know how manpower can do it. My son asked his classmates, and he replied: "The first depends on the wisdom of the Ming Emperor, and the lower depends on the unity of the army and the people. In the final analysis, it depends on engineering!"

engineering?

I have heard that the power of engineering can shake mountains and rivers, and grasp the sun and the moon. Seeing it today, it is so terrifying!

I have decided to apply for this major, so I will apply for civil engineering. I am born as a civil engineering man and die as a civil engineering soul. I will study civil engineering for Daqing, and I will build a tomb for him in the future.

All in all, my son has already chosen a major, so please don't worry about it.

After writing here, I will stop writing.

On New Year's Eve, the Ministry of Rites of the Pseudo-Ming Dynasty organized a grand feast. It was not a Shangyuan Lantern Festival for gifted scholars and beauties, but a New Year's Eve party for working people and thousands of households.

The son has a classmate, although she is the daughter of a foreigner, she has white teeth and bright eyes, a beautiful appearance, and is deeply favored by the false emperor, so four of them are rejected.

In order to protect the Qing Dynasty and respect his father's order, the son will not hesitate to go deep into the enemy's territory to investigate the hypocrisy.

——The unfilial son Li Jingfang"

"Junior Brother Sha, are you alright? If you don't hurry up, you won't have time to go to the temple fair!"

"Okay, Brother Fuming, wait for me!"

Sha Jingfang quickly folded the letter he had just written.

This pencil is really easy to use, it can be folded without drying, and it is even more handy for writing small characters.

Sha Jingfang couldn't help but nodded, this Daming really has merit!

As soon as he went out, there was a young Hunan student waiting in the corridor, and Sha Jingfang handed him the note.

Out of the idea that foreigners are unreliable, before this group of Xianghuai children came to North America, Li Hongzhang and others discussed with the backbone of the method of delivering letters.

It is not difficult to say that it is difficult, it is the method of hiding small characters in the ancient exams.

In the eyes of the Xianghuai military officers, foreigners must not understand the wisdom of these ancestors in the hundreds of years of offense and defense.

Even when necessary, Gu Dao Cangyin's means can't be used.

All in all, these methods are used to prevent foreigners from persecuting foreign students.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was no persecution, and neither did foreigners.

The foreign students who studied abroad for the rise of the Qing Dynasty turned into disciples of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I have to say that the ups and downs in the world are really exciting.

But the problem is that these international students are not lonely orphans. They all grew up reading sage books and being instructed by their parents.

If anyone takes refuge in hypocrisy, he will be accused in the future, and his family will be harmed.

After all, Guozijian is a school, even if there is a little bit of military management, it cannot avoid the connection of students.

Therefore, in the end, the few backbone students among the Xianghuai students "fakely" defected to Daming, became student representatives, and gained the right to write letters to their parents.

Then, according to the established method, find a way to pass the review and pass on the internal news of the Ming Dynasty to the Xianghuai Army.

In this way, one's own safety and loyalty to the Qing Dynasty can be achieved.

The boy who took the note from Sha Jingfang is the chairman of this year's student union, Song Jiqiu.

His father was Zeng Guoquan's personal soldier, and his roots can be said to be upright and Miaohong.

The two looked at each other and nodded to each other. Song Jiqiu turned and left towards the other staircase, while Sha Jingfang went straight downstairs to find his friends to go to the temple fair together.

Song Jiqiu took a detour. He was supposed to go back to the dormitory to mix Mr. Li Xinjian into kraft paper using traditional techniques, but he made a detour at the edge of a small building, and then walked quickly in the opposite direction.

Tuk - tuk - tuk -

The door rang three times, and a sentence came from inside: "Qingfeng can't read?"

Song Jiqiu cleared his throat and replied in a low voice, "Why bother flipping through books!"

Then, the iron door creaked open, and a middle-aged man inside smiled and said, "Comrade, please come in."

As soon as he entered the door, Song Jiqiu stood at attention with both legs, and saluted the middle-aged man: "Jinyiwei Xiaoqi Song Jiqiu reports to you!"

That middle-aged man was none other than Niu Chaohan, a hundred households in Jinyiwei of the Imperial College.

On the surface, he is a member of the internal security department of Jinyiwei, responsible for safeguarding the safety of the school, but in fact, Niu Chaohan is a member of the spy department of Jinyiwei. advanced elements.

And Song Jiqiu, an awakened Xianghuai disciple, surrendered to Jin Yiwei half a month ago and became an informant.

"Lord Qianhu, this is a letter from Li's family. Li Jingfang is the son of Li Hongzhang. You must be careful. Apart from him and the lower officials, there are six eyeliners of Zeng and Li, respectively..."

Chapter 225

"Comrade Xiao Song, we have already grasped the situation you mentioned. Please make persistent efforts and continue to work hard for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation!"

Niu Chaohan accepted Sha Jingfang's letter with a smile, took out a two-yuan note and a ticket, put them in his hands, and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, so don't work too hard, go to the temple fair and see Spring Festival Gala, see you next year!"

"As for Li Jingfang's letter, it will be returned to you tomorrow after it has been revised by our comrades in technical investigation."

"Thank you, Master Niu! Happy New Year to you too!"

Song Jiqiu nodded without being pretentious, turned and left.

It doesn't matter if it's money or not. Song Jiqiu is a top student majoring in military mechanization, and he just received a considerable scholarship.

However, I have long heard that Daming's Spring Festival Gala is very exciting, and it is a blessing to be able to watch it live.

……

Song Jiqiu walked forward, and there was a voice of gnashing teeth from behind the cabinet: "It's true that everyone in the world is not enlightened!"

A disheveled young man crawled out from behind the cabinet and muttered, "I didn't expect Song Jiqiu, a Yuelu scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to betray the revolution! Oh, Hunan boy!"

If Song Jiqiu was here, his glasses would be shattered all over the floor, because the person who got out from behind the cabinet was none other than Li Jingfang's children's shoes who had just been denounced by him.

And the purpose of student Li coming here is nothing else, it is to denounce Song Jiqiu and himself by the way, reminding Jin Yiwei to replace his letter.

But before he could elaborate, he was interrupted by Song Jiqiu.

Niu Chaohan still looked like a good old man, he didn't look like a spy chief at all, but he met a community police officer who was about to retire.

"Comrade Jing Fang, everyone is a comrade against the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. There is no priority in serving the rich man. It only depends on your heart. Come, follow what I said, and make a new copy of the note!"

Niu Chaohan took out an identical piece of paper and handed it to Li Jingfang with a smile.

It seems that this year's technical detective colleagues will have a good year!

……

"Sha Jingfang, what the hell did you eat? After walking two steps, you will come out, and once you go out, it will take more than an hour. It's all about you. We don't have time to go to the temple fair!"

Faced with the scolding of his companions, Sha Jingfang apologized repeatedly.

Who would have thought that when I went to report on myself, I would be caught and blocked for a long time, and then forced to forge my own handwriting to lie to my father?

Sure enough, such a thing as surrender is really a technical job!

Surrendering to Daming was the result of Sha Jingfang's careful consideration.

After several months of study and life, Sha Jingfang has fallen in love with the rich and colorful life here at Guozijian, and he can no longer bear the rotten Confucian atmosphere in his hometown of Dongxiang, where his studies are useless.

On the other hand, Daming stands on the moral high ground of the nation, and even the race, and raising this banner of righteousness is an irresistible call for young men in their teens who are full of enthusiasm and even have a bit of a middle-school atmosphere.

After all, as long as you study history, it is very difficult for you not to have the idea of ​​​​expelling the Tartars. Doing ideological and political work in the Ming Dynasty is much easier than doing cynical education in the Qing Dynasty.

This is the advantage of strong publicity until it turns purple, which can greatly reduce the cost of naturalization and governance.

In addition to the factors of the Ming Dynasty, Li Jingfang himself actually had certain reasons.

Li Hongzhang had a son in his middle age, and he talked about "Qilin'er" all day long. Li Jingfang was not a fool, and he knew to some extent that his adopted son was no longer the young master of the Li family.

This time, being kicked by Lao Li to come to Citigroup, it would be a lie to say that he has no complaints in his heart.

It's just that heaven and earth are kings, relatives and teachers, and the code of ethics often forces him not to think about this issue.

But now, the appearance of the new king has shaken the foundation of this ethical system.

Jun is in front of you!

Not to mention, according to Daming, this is a major change unseen in 3000 years, and it is an all-powerful move to protect the heaven of the Yellow Emperor's descendants.

Under such a big situation, the entanglements at this level can naturally be put aside.

There is another important reason...you may not believe it...

That is Li Jingfang really fell in love with engineering.

Not only civil engineering, but also bridge engineering, water conservancy and hydropower engineering, all kinds of engineering are like shining gold mines, calling Sha Jingfang to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

It turns out that the great power of human beings can reach this point, as long as they study hard, even ordinary people can also do the work of Xia Yu, the Suiren!

This made Li Jingfang very excited.

However, as a member of the landlord class in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Li Jingfang knew very well that if he wanted to rely on "My Great Qing" to build reservoirs, railways, and various projects, it would be tantamount to nonsense.

Even in my hometown in Dongxiang, if I wanted to build a railway, I had to give all kinds of weird reasons to the ignorant country gentry.

Sha Jingfang has seen the Fugui Dam, and how the Fugui Dam uses the surging river water to generate electricity to light up the lights of thousands of families in Xinfeng, so that they will not be afraid of the cold winter this winter, and at the same time drive the iron and steel in the Tenglong Industrial Park. Behemoth, producing a wide variety of products.

Sha Jingfang also wants to build a dam, a dam of his own design, a Jingfang dam!

In the end, the final weight on the scale was an elective course taught by the Emperor Ming himself——"Prospects for Chinese Water Conservancy Engineering".

In that class, Zhu Fugui blew water as usual.

Anyway, the more blowing water, the more the aura of sage and unparalleled vision will be, and by the way, you can also gain some cultural value, why not do it?

Zhu Fugui pointed out in class that if the Ming Dynasty restores the Central Plains, the first priority is to transform society and complete industrialization.

To achieve this goal, making good use of the two mother rivers of the Chinese nation is the top priority.

Therefore, the Ming Dynasty should mobilize the masses to build a bridge across the river in Wuhan and Jinling within ten years, turning the 5000-year-old natural moat into a thoroughfare.