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

But they are absolutely unwilling to die for the damn Franz, die like ants, and die without any value.

"If it is for Queen Elizabeth, I am willing to send all my children to the army!"

Before the bonfire, the old mayor of Ognani Town shouted loudly while drinking muddy bitter beer.

Several young lads also toasted and cheered: "Thanks to Queen Elizabeth, it is she who gave us a good harvest, and it is she who allows us to drink beer!"

"Yes, I heard that even Viennese don't have beer now!"

"Not only in Vienna, but also in Berlin and Munich, there is no beer, only us Hungarians, and delicious beer!"

"Damn it, shut your mouth, if the Austrian tax collector finds out that we brew wine privately, he will definitely hang us all!"

"Enough is enough, I'm really fed up, why do we have to be under the feet of the damn Austrians all the time, we are a nation that puts our surnames before our names, we are descendants of Orientals, and we are distant relatives of China!"

"That's right! I heard from Mr. Zoltan that the students of the University of Budapest have completed their root-seeking trip to China. They found the marks left by our ancestors in a place called the Red Valley in the eastern part of the Mongolian plateau. At that time, we were relatives with the ancestors of the Ming Empire..."

Accompanied by the slightly drunken evening breeze, the young people became more and more excited as they talked. In the end, I don't know who started it. Everyone sang the most popular folk song among Hungarians in recent years.

"If Hungary can return to China"

"No one dares to mess with us!"

"The whole region and Europe will be terrified, from the Urals to the Atlantic Ocean!"

"This way, Hungary won't be ignored!"

"If Hungary can return to China, if we have the same institutional discipline..."

"A weapon is as common as dirt"

"Will be useful in war"

"Baijiu and wine will be everywhere"

"Vienna is known as Seattle's second"

"If the Hungarians also had tanks and planes"

"There's something that worries me"

"The Hungarians are likely to screw these up"

"If the motherland of the Hungarians is the same as that of Ming Dynasty"

"The whole world would be a better place"

"In Hungary, join Daming's family"

“There will be a lot of Hungarians craving”

"We're going to be a superpower"

"However, Hungary is too weak"

"People are not as good as Ming Ming"

"Imagine their numbers"

"If Hungary can return to China"

"Baijiu and wine will be everywhere"

"Vienna is known as Seattle's second"

"If the Hungarians also had tanks and planes"

"There's something that worries me"

"The Hungarians are likely to screw these up"

"Ahhhhh-"

"If Hungary returns to China, no one will dare to mess with us!"

"If our population is the same as that of Ming Dynasty"

"bring it on"

"There's something that worries me"

"Hungarians are good at screwing this up"

"If Hungary can return to China"

"Baijiu and wine will be everywhere..."

……

A Rising Sun car slowly passed through the town of Ognani in the night.

Elizabeth rolled down the window and listened to the singing of the farmers.

Julie opened a pack of Lay's Big Wave Potato Chips on the passenger seat, and asked curiously: "What are they singing? It seems very sad."

Elizabeth smiled, but did not answer.

Soon, the car started up again and slowly headed towards Budapest.

This city will soon welcome a group of the most important guests.

As host, Elizabeth needs to be well prepared.

Chapter 800 Xia Zhixin's Dabai No Toffee

Budapest, the pearl on the banks of the Danube, was merged from the ancient city of Buda and the ancient city of Pest on both sides of the Danube.

Zhu Fugui's only impression of this city is probably Chen Peisi and his brother Chen Buda.

It is said that when Mr. Chen Qiang was performing in Budapest, his eldest son happened to be born. He felt the fate with Budapest and the unique charm of this city, so he named the child such a name.

But in this day and age, no Ming people would call their children Buda or Pest, just like Li Bai who was born in Suiye City, his father had absolutely no interest in letting his son's name have anything to do with Suiye City.

When I was about to talk about the connection with the place name, I must also think of the hometown of Bashu, which I haven’t seen for a long time.

The more you are in a foreign land, the more you must make the child's name clearly Chinese orthodox.

What's more, today's Budapest is not very attractive.

Xia Zhixin sat in a shiny red-flag car, looked at the withered city and dilapidated buildings outside the car window, and couldn't help feeling sad for the situation of these "compatriots" who had fallen into Europa.

The Chiqi car is a government car specially distributed by the Ming court to officials above the fifth rank. Although there is no essential difference in performance from the Rising Sun series, it looks more vigorous in appearance.

The car appeared on the streets of Budapest, looking out of place with the surrounding scenery.

Behind the Chiqi car, there are several carriages following, and the entire convoy is quite large.

At this time, a group of skinny and gray-faced children jumped out of the ruins on the side of the street, and surrounded the car desperately.

"Give me something to eat, kind sir..."

The children were crying in Hungarian.

Several Hungarian policemen who were also yellow and thin quickly jumped out of the carriage behind, raised their batons and hit these children.

"Professor Xia, I made you laugh..."

The person who spoke was a Hungarian woman who was in the same car as Xia Zhixin, almost no different in appearance from Central European Caucasians, except for a slightly oriental color.

The clothes on her body are very old, but they are very tidy, and with the delicate glasses on the eye sockets, she is obviously an intellectual.

But at this time she seemed a little cramped beside Xia Zhixin, and said in very unfamiliar Chinese, "Professor Xia, I'm sorry to let you see such a Budapest. The tyrant Franz took too many supplies, so..."

"Um……"

Xia Zhixin waved his hand, opened the car door suddenly, walked down, and walked to the policeman.

Xia Zhixin can only read English and can read English books and newspapers, but he is only dumb in English and can read but cannot speak, let alone Hungarian.

He directly reached out and grabbed the stick held high by the Hungarian policeman, then shook his head.

The few policemen hurriedly stepped aside respectfully.

Xia Zhixin took out some compressed biscuits from the briefcase he carried with him and distributed them to the children.

Then he took out a large white toffee-free candy from his pocket, looked at the dirty hands of the child who was beaten in front of him, and stuffed the toffee into his mouth: "Kid, eat candy!"

The little boy was obviously taken aback by the big guy getting out of the car.

Also, his oriental appearance frightened the little boy who had never seen a foreigner.

But when the sweet taste of toffee melted on the tip of his tongue, the little boy's eyes widened in surprise.

He has never eaten such a sweet thing in his life.

"Is this honey?"

The little boy asked, "I heard from grandma that honey is the sweetest thing in the world."

Xia Zhixin didn't understand, so he could only smile back.

Xia Zhixin took a look and found that there were not many lice on the little boy's head, so he reached out and rubbed his head, then gave her the remaining toffee, and then got back into the car.

Reporters from newspapers such as "Da Ming Times", "Budapest Awakener", "The Hun" hurriedly took this group of precious photos with their cameras.

Of course, the cameras used by the latter two reporters were all gifts from the Foreign Propaganda Department of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty. The quality of the shots was poor and the photos were blurry, so they could not be used for military investigations.

But even so, these cameras are smaller and more sophisticated than the equipment in the hands of journalists in major European countries such as Britain, France and Germany.

Not to mention those bumpkin journalists in Vienna.

They haven't even been able to popularize cameras.

……

"Professor Xia...Actually, you shouldn't do this..."

The Hungarian woman said helplessly.

Xia Zhixin shook his head with a smile, "But they are hungry, so they should be allowed to eat, right? Dongmei."

Dongmei, or Ma Dongmei, is the Chinese name of this Hungarian woman, Nora Hoffmann.

She is a professor of the Department of History in Budapest. She once went to Fengdu Guozijian as a visiting scholar for exchange and study for one and a half years, and participated in the project of tracing the origin of the Huns on the Mongolian Plateau.

The paper she wrote, "Nine Common Points Between Hun Culture and Hungarian Culture in Northern Shanxi", was published in "Daming Royal Journal Wuyun Lisao".

The Royal Journal of Ming Dynasty is the most influential scientific journal in the world.

Although the "Wu Yun Li Sao" sub-column is not as influential as the sub-columns such as "Ge Wu Zhi Zhi", "Qi Huang", "Gui Gu Wen Wen", "Tian Wen" and other sub-columns, but there is no doubt that as the first one that can Ma Dongmei, a Hungarian scholar who published a paper in the "Daming Royal Journal", has received great affirmation in Hungary.

Therefore, she was also arranged by the Hungarian government to be the guide of the Daming Mission.

Ma Dongmei sighed: "You don't understand those children. You gave them food, and then more children will come to harass our convoy. Do you want to give them more food?"

"No, I'll give them a job."

Xia Zhixin shook his head resolutely and said, "There is an old saying in Daming that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Compared with food that can only relieve hunger for a while, we hope that they can get rewards with their own hands."

Ma Dongmei didn't have any bad views on Xia Zhixin's suggestion that the children should work.

Today's Europe is full of child labor factories.

Children sit in sweatshops with labor intensity far beyond what their bodies can bear, suffering from hunger and disease.

In a sense, being a child laborer and wandering the streets without food is not a good thing.

But for Hungarian elites like Ma Dongmei, the former is naturally more attractive, at least that way there will be no chaos on the streets.

From her expression, Xia Zhixin knew that she had misunderstood what he meant.

"Da Ming will invest and build a factory here. If all goes well, Hungary will have its own place in the economic network of the Ming tributary system."

Xia Zhixin emphasized.

"But Ming's machines are enough to improve production efficiency, and children don't need to be cows and horses.

As your ballad says, the population of Hungary is too small.

Children must be protected.

If you want to survive in Europa, the help of your loving father is indispensable, but your own efforts are the most important.

Our Majesty believes that the Huns should become as powerful a nation as the Germans and Slavs in Europe. "

Listening to Xia Zhixin's grand blueprint, Ma Dongmei's breathing was a little short.