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

It is already very depressing that the command right has been swallowed up, and now the British still want to increase taxes!

Damn it, I really don't dare to vote?

Huh?

Chapter 613 Lincoln's Magical Use

As soon as this idea came up, Robert King Jr.'s eyes suddenly opened up.

It seems that something is wrong!

Because I have acquaintances in the Ming system!

Who is the acquaintance you ask?

Still need to ask?

Niwang Jerry!

Of course, now he seems to have changed his unpronounceable Chinese name.

But it's okay.

Jerry was still Jerry, and Tom was still Tom.

Back then in the Appalachian Mountains, I drank and ate meat with Uncle Jerry and my nephew, and I knew Uncle Tom's cabin very well!

Now everyone has become a king, and he is still working for a brain-dead governor and working for a bankrupt queen.

There is no difference in IQ between myself and Jerry, why is there such a big difference in achievement?

This.

It is the platform that decides the fate, well done, not as good as the platform!

Realizing this, little Robert felt better.

He stopped arguing, but emphasized: "It's fine to pay taxes, but the military expenditure of our Governor's Palace army cannot be less than a shilling. After all, no one knows how to fight against the wise better than me!"

This is not an excessive request, presumably the British will agree.

At this time, someone suddenly asked Robert Lincoln: "Is Mr. Earl okay recently? I mean, will he..."

Everyone cast curious eyes.

It is well known that Earl Lincoln is obsessed with stock trading, and his skills are poor, and he has repeatedly lost money.

The loss of the frontal lobe did not make Earl Lincoln a lunatic or an imbecile, but a huge change in his personality.

Lincoln, who had been more or less a sanctimonious hypocrite, was now a total villain.

He would pee on a bird on the street in front of the ladies, lift an actress' skirt in a musical, and duel over a disagreement.

But his IQ is not a problem, even a little higher than normal.

So he remained President of the United States and later became Governor and Earl of the British Empire.

Just when Little Lincoln was about to prevaricate, suddenly the door of the meeting room was kicked open with a "bang".

"Aha! Little Bichi, I found out again!"

Lincoln, wearing a tank top and shorts, kicked open the door and walked in with his head held high, "Are you holding meetings behind my back again? Let me tell you, a document without the governor's signature is a piece of waste paper. As the governor, I have more power than the president of the United States." If you want to be big, I can even hang you!"

"Father, you're joking again!"

Robert Lincoln wiped the spit on his face with his handkerchief.

There was even a moment when he felt that he would just be filial to the bottom, and in the end, he would forget about filial piety.

Unfortunately, according to the treaty, the title of Earl is hereditary, but the position of Governor is appointed by the Queen of England.

In other words, once Lincoln dies, not only Lincoln Jr. will lose power, but other Native Americans will also be further suppressed from power.

So even if this old guy is ridiculous, everyone can only bear with him and make excuses for him, and the British cannot find excuses.

"Boy, did you just say that I, Abraham Lincoln, lost money in stocks again?" Lincoln asked.

"There is no such thing. It is normal to win or lose in the stock market. Father, you should take medicine first!" Little Lincoln persuaded.

"I don't take medicine, I'm in good health! I only listen to Dr. Porter! And William!" Lincoln yelled.

Little Lincoln's face darkened.

William was none other than his brother William Lincoln, an unlucky man who should have died years ago from gastroenteritis caused by White House feces.

Unexpectedly, he was rescued by the miracle doctor of New York Medical College, who learned medical skills from Ming court physician Xiong Fengshan, and learned the legendary house surgery from Xingzhen, the empress dowager of the Qing Dynasty——Dr. Porter. alive.

For some reason, Robert Lincoln did not allow him to return to Washington, but stayed in New York to continue his treatment.

But it turns out that even if he is brain-dead, William is still the prettiest boy in Dad's mind.

Little Lincoln said: "William has a weak stomach and must stay by Dr. Porter's side all the time. Father, you'd better go to bed early and don't go to the stock exchange! If you lose any more money, your pension will be gone."

Lincoln sneered, "Do you think I lost money too?"

"Isn't it? Even I lost a lot in this stock market crash!"

"That's you! To tell you the truth, I have long stopped buying junk stocks in the UK. Now I only buy Ming stocks, and I have already made a lot of money by buying Daming stocks!"

……

Fengdu, the top of Tenglong Mountain.

There were no hordes of retinues, just three men, a cougar, standing here.

Zhu Fugui and Yin Susu, and Aunt Buffalo and Messi.

Originally, the old grandma was also going to come, and she was there last year, but this year she fell while doing Yangko and couldn't get out of bed.

The Daming East Factory lost a member of staff.

Today is Yin Feng's memorial day.

The word Yinfeng doesn't seem to be very good.

However, "Feng" was originally Yin Susu's father's name.

Nine years ago today, the 9th president of the United States, a famous statesman, and a saint who liberated black slaves—Abraham Lincoln personally ordered dozens of Indian chiefs to be hanged.

Among them is Yin Susu's father, Feng.

Because there is no way to contain the bones, this great Ming emperor does not have a cemetery.

However, according to Aunt Buffalo, "the wind has no place to return to. The sound of the wind in the mountains is that he is guarding this land forever."

Then, she began to sprinkle paper money in the valley.

This is the custom of the Ming Dynasty, and the people of Yin gradually accepted it.

However, I don't know if my father-in-law, who has never seen five baht coins in his life, will be stunned when he receives Brother Kong Fang underground.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fugui took out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them into the brazier.

Money is real money.

Julie just brought it back.

The quality of real money is too poor, it is better to burn it.

My father-in-law must know the dollar, but I don't know if he knows the British pound...

……

Looking at the paper money and ashes flying all over the sky, Zhu Fugui had a premonition.

Maybe there will be a mountain temple here in the future, where a big axe-wielding man with feathers on his head and red paint all over his body is enshrined.

"I will tie him back."

Zhu Fugui hugged Yin Susu lightly, "I remember what I promised you back then, shoot him and let you shoot."

Of course Yin Susu knew who this "he" was.

She raised her head, looked at Zhu Fugui but smiled, "No need, Lincoln is also disabled."

Just when Zhu Fugui was feeling emotional for his wife's kindness, Yin Susu suddenly stood on tiptoe and whispered in Zhu Fugui's ear: "My concubine heard from Fuming that the Neurology and Brain Science Laboratory of the Imperial College of Medicine lacks experimental materials, so put him Send it there, don't waste it."

Chapter 614 Still Free Incense

Zhu Fugui's schedule is very busy today.

After booking a job for Sir Lincoln at the Imperial Academy of Brain Research Institute, Zhu Fugui and Yin Susu left Tenglong Mountain and took a special car to the Xinjin Navy Headquarters.

Concubine Yin is full of martial virtues, and Zhu Fugui is always by her side when participating in military meetings.

Correspondingly, Bai Xia'er and Zhu Fugui go hand in hand in the cultural field.

Julie is a good helper for Zhu Fugui in the financial field.

Xiaolan is mainly responsible for cheering, supporting her hips and waist, and doing housework.

The four concubines are all very capable and well-behaved.

According to the schedule, Zhu Fugui will be in Xinjin today, to be exact, at the naval headquarters of New Caofeidian, Zhu Fugui will confer titles and honors to several important generals of the empire.

For a long time, Ming's military system has undergone many changes.

this is normal.

Whether it is Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, or even the soldiers of later generations, the armed forces of any substantial new regime have been constantly adjusted in practice.

The same is true of Zhu Fugui's Wu De Daming.

Xinjin Port was the first important port recovered by Ming Dynasty.

As a 3A-class aircraft carrier and nuclear submarine port personally certified by the US emperor in later generations, its natural endowment needless to say.

Zhu Fugui and his wife rode on the bulletproof and reinforced Great Wall Fengjun, and drove slowly along the winding No. [-] Highway.

It can be seen from the serial number that the extreme importance of this highway.

The Tianzhu-level dirt road connecting Feng-Jin in those days has been completely demolished and replaced by a smooth and heavy-duty asphalt concrete road, the so-called asphalt road.

As early as 1845, the British invented the asphalt road.

However, because of the cost, only Daming can use asphalt roads on a large scale near the capital.

The southern provinces still mainly use cement roads.

On the one hand, it saves costs and reduces renovations.

California, on the other hand, is notoriously the Sunshine State, and asphalt pavement gets sticky from the sun's heat, making it impractical.

Zhu Fugui's Great Wall Fengjun is a classic car.

It is an overhauled car bought from a second-hand car exchange, and it has been in service for more than 6 years in the early Daming with bad road conditions, and it has already been scarred.

Zhu Fugui was thinking about it. He gritted his teeth another day and bought himself a Wuling Hongguang to improve his life.

Fortunately, the driver Xiao Liu's level is very good, and he has been working with this car for a long time, so he can always drive Fengjun like a luxury car.

Speaking of luxury cars, Niu Bajin has recently developed a luxury version of the Rising Sun family car, and he sent a report to ask whether it can be named after the Holy Son of Heaven.

Niu Bajin was the man who invented the first self-produced internal combustion engine in Ming Dynasty.

He is also Zhu Fugui's theoretical uncle.

Because Niu Bajin mentioned it casually back then, and later Zhu Fugui really introduced Mao Lilan's widowed aunt to him, and they finally got together.

In the beginning, Niu Bajin was in tears all day long, obsessively talking about terms like "heterozygote" and "recessive inheritance".

Later, he still fell in love with his wife, two hundred catties, and had two children.

With a family, Niu Bajin works even harder and spends years in the factory.

In the end, he designed Daming's self-produced luxury car with the performance of second-hand agricultural vehicles, filling the gap in Daming's high-end family car field.

However, the name "Fugui Automobile" he was looking forward to was still declined.

Zhu Fugui is not a senior disabled person with prefrontal lobe defects.

"Lenglong Fugui" always sounds weird.

"Xiao Liu, will you have three children?"