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

Eishi Oda, a trainee from the Wajima Dogo Prefecture, was doing fancy movements, as if dancing a god, cutting the red-skinned duck into small pieces, then rolled them with authentic Fukuoka scallions, wrapped them in the bread, and handed them To Princess Maria.

The so-called trainees are a unique system of the Wajima Protectorate, as a kind of welfare for them.

The Japanese who passed the primary assessment of Daming Yayan but could not get Zhuka were allowed to live and work in Yinzhou and other places in the name of learning and researching the production technology and production skills of Daming enterprises. This is the trainee system.

Undoubtedly, the benefits of trainees are not the same as those of regular employees, but compared with white slaves and foreign workers, they are still much more secure.

Japanese people who are not willing to spend their entire lives on the Japanese Island, have no special contribution, and dare not go to the Kamikaze Yusha, often choose to take this path, and slowly accumulate naturalization points while working.

Of course, during this period, if you can marry an official citizen of Ming Dynasty and reach the sky in one step, you will be very lucky.

It's just that this kind of pie that falls from the sky usually only falls on women with outstanding appearance. Men like Oda Rongshige can only honestly work on the train.

"Amazing!"

Princess Maria took a small bite, and the oily taste of the red-skinned duck and the scallions of the scallions exploded on the tip of her tongue.

After Oda Eishige's previous fancy performance similar to that of salt-cutting steak, the red-skinned duck, which was originally just like that, immediately became full of ritual.

Regardless of whether it is delicious or not, for those who need a sense of vanity, what is high-end?

This is advanced!

Well worth the 300 rubles!

Especially, as a quasi-Slavic woman with clumsy hands and feet, Maria couldn't understand how skillful her hands are to slice a duck so thin!

But the duck fairy is very modest: "This is a dish promoted by Han, the committee member of the Immortal Management Committee of the Agriculture Department of the Island Governor's Mansion.

"Could you please introduce what he saw in the Yili River Valley? What kind of mystery is that?" Maria asked with a look of admiration, "That Commissioner Han must be very powerful."

"Of course, he is a gold medal chef. Red-skinned duck and chicken with meat, eggs and green onions are his specialties! As for his source of inspiration..."

The Duck Immortal paused for a moment, as if recalling Commissioner Han's voice and smile, when he suddenly thought of something, Oda Rongmao asked again, "Excuse me, are you a Rakshasa?"

Maria pointed to the double-headed eagle logo on her custom-made Hanyun fashion sachet, and nodded.

"Uh... Dear Madam, if you want to further taste high-quality sliced ​​duck, I suggest you go to the Fugui Hotel in Pingkangfang, Fengdu. There will be an excellent sliced ​​duck master organized by the Retirement Office to make the most authentic sliced ​​duck After all, I am just an ordinary duck fairy, and I still need to learn how to grasp the ingredients!"

Since there are Raksha people on the opposite side, then Rong Mao Oda thinks it is better not to explain the history of the birth of the Yili River Valley sliced ​​duck technology too clearly.

Otherwise, if they vomit on the train, the conductor will surely scold himself again.

Oda Eishige's words to change the subject surprised Maria again.

"I didn't expect that you are only an apprentice with such superb skills!"

But after thinking about it, Maria felt relieved.

This is just on the train, and what I eat is just an ordinary train fast food.

How can such a place have dishes that represent the true standard of Ming Dynasty cuisine?

Think about it, it’s just a 300 ruble train fast food, and the 3000 ruble restaurant meal is about to take off!

Sure enough, it is worthy of Chinese cuisine, a gourmet highland!

A bitter cold place like the Slavic Plain is really incomparable!

The train was slowly approaching the station. With a longing for the gourmet highland, Maria and her party got off the train, only to find that many people were walking towards an underground intersection.

"subway?"

Maria froze.

When you came to Fengdu eight years ago, there was no subway here?

Daming's development is really too fast!

It's like flying!

Maria gave up the plan of taking the car and happily prepared to try the subway.

Chapter 827 We Workers Have Power

The subway is a good thing, there is only one in the entire Eastern Roman Empire.

And it was snatched from the Ottomans.

It is the toy subway in Constantinople that is only 600 meters away.

Neither Moscow nor St. Petersburg have subways.

Not to mention the subway, because of insufficient power generation, the trams imported from France in Moscow are currently unable to operate, and horse-drawn carriages are still used as the main means of transportation.

Most of the members of the mission had never taken the subway, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time, they followed Princess Maria.

Even more so with Pavlov.

He dragged his heavy luggage and followed the team step by step, with a blank expression on his face, and he had no idea about the subway.

Contrary to Pavlov's expectations, walking down the long corridor, the interior of the subway station is not dark.

Bright incandescent lamps and bright lights illuminate the entire underground space as if it were daytime.

"hiss……"

Pavlov sucked in a mouthful of saliva, "Ming people are too rich, not to mention electric lights, just the electricity needed for maintenance, how many rubles a day will cost!"

No one could answer his question, and all the noble children looked longingly at the lights that were as bright as stars.

Incandescent lamps, that is, incandescent lamps, are better.

France, the United Kingdom, and Germany already have relatively mature imitations, which are nothing more than inferior technical levels and shorter life spans.

As a Russian aristocrat, no one lacks incandescent lamps, and even some well-connected ones can get Ming Dynasty incandescent lamps from the black market.

When others are still using French and British products, it is quite a matter of face for someone to use Ming products.

But in general, incandescent lamps, everyone is still used to it.

But those bright lights that use ultraviolet light to stimulate the fluorescent powder to emit a soft and bright white light are good things that can't be found in the whole of Europa.

No matter in terms of shape or light source, Mingguang lamps are obviously much more advanced than incandescent lamps!

Nikolai Nikolaevich Romanov Nicholas, the eldest son of Grand Duke Nikolaievich, proudly took out a waterfowl camera.

This is a small gift given to his father by Professor Xia Zhixin of Ming Dynasty after the Budapest negotiations, as a return gift for the Pushkin pistol.

This time I went to Daming to learn more, Grand Duke Nikolaevitch specially gave this precious camera to his son, and asked him to take more pictures of what he saw and heard about Daming.

Nicholas shouted to Pavlov: "Dog Whisperer of the Ryazan countryside, come and take a picture of me! Be sure to take a picture with these beautiful lanterns."

Because the Ming side refused foreign students to bring servants, poor boys like Pavlov naturally became the targets of noble children.

Pavlov hastily put down the large and small bags that everyone gave him, and took the camera.

This is a black-and-white camera produced by Daming itself, and its technical level is not the same as that of the later original cameras used by the troops.

But it is at least the size of a brick and can be hung around the neck, which is much more convenient than Europa's camera.

Not to mention such an advanced camera, Pavlov has never even touched a clumsy camera with a tripod.

After being scolded several times by Nicholas, Pavlov learned how to take pictures.

Click, click, click!

Pavlov took three shots in a row, and when he wanted to take another shot, Nicholas stopped him.

Just kidding, handing in papers is ridiculously expensive these days, even if you are the son of the Grand Duke, you should save a little.

The other aristocratic children quickly surrounded him, flattering him, handing him cigarettes, and wanting to borrow his camera.

Who wouldn't want to take a photo with such a beautiful, jewel-like bright light?

When the time comes to return to the country, take out these photos at the party, and then brag about what you have seen and heard in Fengdu, wouldn't it be a well-deserved focus?

As a result, they were fined [-] cents by the subway security guards before they could borrow the camera.

"Smoking in the subway station, you can be a hustler, you're uneducated!"

Zhao Si collected the money, and the little nobles who used to be extremely arrogant to the Slavic civilians hurriedly smiled and secretly stuffed a few treasures of wealth into his hands.

Zhao Si snorted through his nostrils, "Forget it this time, next time if you do it again, I will definitely report it to Honglu Temple and deduct your points!"

Even in the Ming Dynasty, it is difficult to completely eliminate the demands of low-level officials.

It's just that if the citizens of Daming go to the higher authorities to report the situation, Zhao Si will inevitably be overwhelmed and walk around.

Even the employees of the subway company with good benefits have to lose their jobs, which is really not worthwhile.

But a few foreigners are fearless.

These days, there is no such thing as a foreigner reporting the case on his behalf.

Foreigners are still very afraid of dealing with the government.

Disputes with the locals will inevitably lead to losses.

This is what the world should be like, even the officials in the yamen don't think there is anything wrong.

After this little disturbance, Nicholas took the opportunity to put the camera away.

The paper is so expensive, a few cigarettes, a few words of flattery just want to borrow it for a photo, he is not that stupid.

Unless it was Maria's cousin, he could still consider it.

But just as Nicholas hid the camera, his hand stopped.

"B... Pavlov... Take another photo of my master... My master... must... take a photo with him... Don't save the paper!"

Not just Nicholas, almost all Russians were stunned.

Because what appeared on the wall of the waiting area was a giant public service billboard.

This is a promotional poster in the style of the fiery red era. In front of the fiery red background, a strong man is wearing a hard hat and holding a wrench in his hand.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms with sharp muscles.

Below him was written in square red characters: "We workers have power, and we must be the first to build the subway!"

These are nothing.

Because in the process of descending from the corridor, there are quite a few slogans and posters of a similar style, mixed in commercial advertisements.

But this poster undoubtedly occupies the largest area, and most importantly, the people on the screen are very familiar to the children of Russian nobles.

This cool man, even if he took off the emperor's uniform, even if he put on a blue engineering uniform, he still looks so dazzling.

On the left side of the poster, there is a line of small characters vertically typesetting, which explains his identity.

"Senior engineer of Daming Royal Subway Construction Bureau, father of Fengdu Subway, winner of the Sun and Moon Model Worker Medal in 11th, 12th, 13th, and [-]th years of Dewu, and worker model praised by His Majesty Zhu Fugui Jinkou——Louis Comrade Napoleon Bonaparte."

Chapter 828 "Worker Power"

As a modern person, I am afraid it is difficult to understand the status of Napoleon III in the eyes of the Russian aristocracy in the nineteenth century.

Although the Bonaparte family is inferior to the most orthodox Bourbon family, it is also the emperor of France!

France has been the well-deserved heart of European art and culture for centuries, and Paris is the natural place for all petty bourgeoisie!

Those later generations who cried "We are all French tonight" when the temple roof of the old lady in Paris was burned, are not worthy of support and support at all compared with the Russian fine arts of the nineteenth century.

For a long time, the Russian elites were the true dutiful sons of France.

Therefore, except for Maria who was somewhat prepared, the other Russian students saw that the French emperor, who used to be aloof and regarded as a model of nobility, was actually wearing a beautiful overalls and a strong tendon, appearing in the propaganda as a worker's grandfather. When the posters appeared, everyone was shocked beyond measure.

group photo!

A photo is a must!

This is a group photo worth bragging about for a lifetime!

Those country bumpkins in Moscow are still proud of collecting royal items of Napoleon and Eugenie, but we can already take a photo with Napoleon!

Nicholas' camera became the hottest prop.

A piece of film has soared from the original big back door mixed-flavor cigarette to 500 rubles.

The value is far more than a fast train meal performed by the duck fairy himself!

But even so, in the end, there were still several young nobles who didn't get to take a group photo.

Nicholas ran out of film.