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

Now Maori Jingqin's ambition is to become an educator, so that he can leave a good name in the history books.

In the past two years, he has also done the same, for which he does not hesitate to act like a kind elder in front of the students every day.

Just like those old Beijing canvas shoes + bicycles and old principals who wear a pair of glasses in later generations, they are full of educator demeanor.

However, just as he was having a good time smoking the big back door and thinking about which big Cuban cigar to smoke when he got home, he was roughly interrupted.

Maori Jingqin pointed to his old face in surprise, only to be sure that the "cleaning old man" that the other party said was himself.

"Old man, borrow a fire!"

With his familiar skills, Fang Tie took out a lighter from Maori Jingqin's arms through the fence.

Chapter 525 Habanero Chili and Invitation

The bearded man snatched the lighter, and said in surprise, "Hey, it's actually an open lighter, old man, you wear patched clothes, but you use such a high-end lighter, didn't you steal it from that teacher?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fang Tiesheng glared at the bearded man, took back the lighter, lit a cigarette, and threw it back, "It's ok, it's hidden."

Maori Jingqin showed a golden tooth, stretched out a thumb, and said: "You are also very skilled, it is a pity to dig coal here, it is better to submit to our Ming Empire as soon as possible, the benefits will be great!"

Breathing out a smoke ring, Fang Tiesheng shook his head and said, "If I wasn't Second Master's personal soldier, I would have worked for Daming long ago. Don't you think we don't envy Zuo Jigao's brothers?

We are all Sanxiang children, what they are doing is the career of the champion, what kind of nonsense are we doing!But... as the saying goes, a man was born between heaven and earth, he does something, he doesn't do something, Zhu Ming kills my benefactor, even if we don't regard Zhu Ming as an enemy, we will never do things for Zhu Ming. "

The bearded man echoed: "Yes, what Fangtouer said is right, even if we were exhausted and died from the body odor of the white slaves in the mine, we would not do anything for Emperor Zhu! Eat him! Rice! This is called non-eating Mingsu!"

"Hey, you guys, don't eat potatoes. We have chicken offal for lunch today. The boss will take care of you and add spicy peppers. What's it called... Spicy chicken!"

"Hey? It's over, it's over!"

Watching the men disappearing in front of his eyes like a gust of wind, Maori Keiki fell into deep thought with his cigarette butt in his mouth.

He felt that there was something wrong with his Chinese foundation of more than 40 years, and was there any deviation in his cognition of the allusion of "not eating Zhou Su"?

……

The main chicken breed in Ming Dynasty today is the fast-growing, large and fleshy white-feathered chicken.

However, there are also a considerable number of laying hens, as well as free-range three-yellow chickens.

When the Asian Brigadier General of the Imperial Guard of Wajima Prefecture was still the head of the First Agricultural Reclamation Division in Xinjin, he loved to eat three yellow chickens, and even had a scandal of stealing chickens in the middle of the night.

A three-yellow chicken, half a bowl of dried chili, a handful of peppercorns, half a head of garlic, a small piece of ginger, served with soy sauce and vinaigrette, topped with sesame oil and pepper oil, and finally sprinkled with a handful of white sesame seeds...

The taste of this pot of spicy chicken is simply obsessed.

It's a pity that so many people share a chicken, and each person can only get a little bit.

This is also very normal, after all, the identity is a reform through labor, and Fang Tiejun and others also have compulsions in their hearts.

Toss a small portion of spicy chicken with white rice and gulp down.

"The spiciness is right!" the bearded man shouted.

In the mine, the so-called reform-through-labor personnel are actually masters.

It is the white slaves who are really unlucky.

Except for a few progressive white slaves who were eligible to eat in the cafeteria of the Plash Mine, most of the white slaves were not allowed to share meals with the Chinese. This was Gao Yang's political privilege.

The reform-through-labor personnel, to put it bluntly, are Chinese who have some problems in their thinking and have not violated any laws. They are not the most heinous people.

Therefore, in addition to taking more precautions in terms of safety, everyone did not discriminate against them. They all ate together.

Staff such as security officers and mine guards are naturally paid much better, and each of them has a small half of a spicy chicken.

Many of these security officers are from Fujian, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Guangdong and other places.

Although these provinces also have places close to Jiangxi such as Quzhou and Minxi, which also enjoy spicy food, but most of them do not eat spicy food.

Including Chen Xiaoer and the others, everyone was sweating profusely after eating, and kept sticking out their tongues.

The bearded man laughed loudly, and winked at his companions: "Hey, the style is so useless, I'm not bragging, we Hunan people are invincible when it comes to eating spicy food!"

But this guy had a loud voice, and Fang Tiesheng didn't even have time to cover his mouth.

But surprisingly, none of the officials of Ming Dynasty at the main table were angry, and instead looked over with a very strange look.

"You say Hunan people are invincible in eating spicy food?" Chen Xiaoer walked over solemnly.

The bearded man was a little timid at first, but after thinking about it, he must punish himself, right?

But then he changed his mind and said loudly: "So what, there is no old Jiangxi cousin here!"

"Ha ha."

Chen Xiaoer smiled like a spring breeze, and said, "What, we went to Xinqiong to build a team a while ago, and we happened to buy some local specialties, do you want to try it?"

As he said that, Chen Xiaoer took three steps and made two steps, ran to the back kitchen and touched a few small orange-yellow fruits.

"What is this? Pepper?"

The bearded man frowned, the thing in front of him looked bright and gorgeous, what is this Zhejiang boy doing, he must be poisoning himself, right?

Chen Xiaoer smiled and said: "Havana peppers are native to the Amazon River Basin, widely planted in Cuba, and introduced to the Maya and Aztec confederation areas. Now they can be regarded as a special product of our tributary country of the Ming Dynasty. You want Don't try it? Don't worry, it won't kill you!"

"Oh, it's really pepper! Let me tell you earlier, people in Hunan use it as a snack..."

The bearded man took the habanero pepper carelessly, bit it down, and his expression stiffened immediately.

"The one surnamed Chen, we also cut off the braid, and Emperor Zhu Ming also recognized it, but he just refused to read the oath of allegiance. Is it necessary to kill them all like this?"

Fang Tiesheng and the others were shocked, and they all stood up, "Huzi, what's the matter, are you okay?"

"No...it's not like that..."

The bearded man has a big tongue, "No...not poisonous..."

Fang Tiesheng was puzzled and said, "Why are you doing this when it's not poisonous? Could it be that these peppers are particularly delicious and sweet?"

"Delicious!"

The bearded man gave a thumbs up, pain mask.jpg, black garlic is delicious.gif, "Sweet! Really! Brother, try it!"

With that said, the bearded man stuffed a whole habanero pepper into Big Brother's mouth.

Habanero peppers are currently ranked tenth in the world's hottest peppers. In 1994, they won the Guinness record for the world's hottest peppers.

The famous Internet red pepper, Indian devil pepper ranked eighth on this list, and broke the record of habanero pepper in 2007.

The legend that the devil pepper caused all kinds of "tragedies" is widely spread on the Internet.

Challenging the devil pepper has also become a must-learn lesson for all the anchors of the future generations, and the canned herring shines brightly for a while.

So when stuffed into a mouthful of habanero peppers, its state can be imagined.

At the same time as the brother and friend scene happened, a Jinyiwei Xiaoqi walked in accompanied by security personnel.

"Who is Fang Tiesheng? Who is Fang Tiesheng?"

"Your son is getting married, and the woman is the god-sister of Concubine Hua, please come with me!"

Chapter 526 A letter of credence

Gillian was somewhat fatter.

It was fine when Bai Xia'er was there before, but when she returned to Shenzhou with Zhu Fugui, this little white girl began to let herself go.

Cheap white sugar from the American (Southern), Mayan, and Aztec confederations allowed Gillian's size to expand rapidly.

Of course, for things like body shape, as long as they like each other, that's fine.

At least Zhu Fugui felt that the father-in-law beside him was very satisfied.

He keeps saying that although she is a ghost woman, she has big buttocks and big nipples, so she is easy to give birth to.

The working people's concept of choosing a spouse is so simple.

I don't know the benefits of poor breasts at all.

But what Zhu Fugui wondered was why this Hunan native named Fang Tiesheng always looked familiar.

It wasn't until later that he remembered that this Hunan boy was very much like Tony Leung, who was everywhere.

The same melancholy eyes, the same sad stubble, the same sexy sausage lips.

In reality, can anyone really grow such lips?

Zhu Fugui feels that the Creator is really amazing.

The married couple had already registered and obtained their certificates in advance, so Gillian had already obtained the dream Zhuka and became a glorious naturalized citizen of Ming Dynasty.

As citizens of the Ming Dynasty, all are equal politically, and there is no personal dependency relationship such as master and servant.

So even though Gillian still stubbornly called Miss Bai Xiaer, Bai Xiaer still recognized her as her younger sister.

As a result, Zhu Fugui, who was originally here to have a meal this time, somehow became the woman's family member.

Of course, Gillian also has an elderly mother who was picked up from Gastown (Vancouver).

Of course, the "Law of the Ming Dynasty and the Naturalization Act" will not allow naturalized non-Chinese ethnic groups to bring any family of three aunts and six wives.

The dirty tricks of the later generations of Lao Mo must be guarded against.

In addition to Chang Gong, India, and Italy, Wang Wang is also Zhu Fugui's always good teacher.

But it's just an old mother coming to seek refuge, and a temporary residence permit that is two poles worse than Zhuka can still be given.

Otherwise it would be too impersonal.

Without Zhuka, there would be no citizenship of Ming Dynasty, neither citizenship nor social security.

Birth, old age, sickness and death have nothing to do with the Ming government, and the couple needs to bear it themselves.

Speaking of young couples, Gillian's other half is unexpected, and she is actually a top student of the Imperial College.

Zhu Fugui, a young man named Fang Xiang, was somewhat impressed.

The first time I heard of this name was from Lao Li.

Fang Xiang, like Sha Jingfang, Song Jiqiu and others, are all 300 Xianghuai children sent to Daming by Li Hongzhang.

This group of people has now graduated and has become the pillars of various industries in Daming.

But at the beginning of their studies at the Imperial Academy, these little bastards had made a lot of jokes.

Fang Xiang originally suffered from chronic appendicitis, that is, intestinal carbuncle.

He fell to the ground in pain during a training session. It was Dr. Yang, the school doctor of the Imperial College, and Li Fuming, Lao Li's beloved son, who carried out emergency operations to rescue him.

However, the Affiliated Hospital of Guozijian did not have the ability to perform general anesthesia at that time, so the operation was performed with local anesthesia.

Fang Xiang was terrified when he saw two people wearing green aprons who looked like butchers slit his belly open with a knife.

Unexpectedly, he broke the restraint belt, knocked Li Fuming down with a punch, and escaped from the operating room clutching his intestines.

That scene was quite a meal.

In the end, it was naturally subdued by everyone.

Because of his recklessness, Fang Xiang turned what was originally a minor operation into a major operation that required extensive abdominal irrigation.

Fortunately, things like antibiotics are really bug-like nowadays, and the operation did not cause abdominal infection in the end. Fang Xiang also recovered smoothly, and returned to the Imperial College to continue his studies.

After experiencing this incident, not only Fang Xiang, but also many Xianghuai students slowly changed their ideas, slowly began to accept the Ming Dynasty, began to accept the ideological transformation of Zhu Fuguiism, and finally became the most steadfast fighters of Ming imperialism.

Sha Jingfang loves engineering, and Song Jiqiu has become the youngest trainee non-commissioned officer with the highest education in the entire army, and will soon become a leader of the army.

Fang Xiang chose the field that is the most difficult and the slowest to produce results—theoretical physics.

Specifically, it is to study Zhu Fugui's theory of relativity and Zhu Fugui's quantum theory.

The development of classical physics has slowly entered the bottleneck period.

In another 10 years, a Jew named Albert Einstein will be born in Germany.

According to Einstein's own words, he began to think about issues related to time and space when he was in junior high school, forming the prototype of the theory of relativity. After more than ten years of thinking, in 1905, he published "Special Theory of Relativity".

At this time, Einstein was only 26 years old.

In order to let the young Einstein not waste his beautiful childhood thinking about these issues, and enjoy a happy childhood, Zhu Fugui has put forward relevant theories in advance and published them in the "Daming Royal Science Journal·Tianwen".