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

Out of his keen intuition, Xia Zhixin vaguely sensed that a great change in China might be just around the corner.

To have such a notion is considered heretical in this day and age.

However, Xia Zhixin only revealed something subtly, and some children with savvy would understand.

In particular, a boy named Yan Zongguang has top-notch knowledge and active thinking, and many insights are quite inspiring even for him, a gentleman.

But Xia Zhixin never expected that this Yan family boss was only a theoretical school, while his own son was a practical school!

Last year, Xia Minzhong, who was 16 years old at the time, failed the imperial examination and proposed to go to Shanghai to experience the Western learning that his father said. Xia Zhixin agreed.

But I never thought that this time, there would be no return date.

Thinking of the four words "baby is not filial" written in blood on the letter sent home by his son from Shanghai that day, Xia Zhixin couldn't help but burst into tears again.

At this moment, the door of the ward was creaked open.

A young man carrying a food box walked in with a smile: "Mr. Xia, it's still early today, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Brother Mo is here!"

Xia Zhixin wiped away his tears calmly, and said with a smile, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise my old bones would have been broken at sea."

Mo Bai shook his head and said: "I have nothing to thank, the one who should thank is our Emperor Ming!"

"Emperor Ming?"

Xia Zhixin shook his head, thinking that this white lotus demon is really retro.

The anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty has been anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty for two hundred years, so can't we change the pattern?

However, the clans in the mountainous areas of Fujian are powerful, and the ancient books of genealogy are relatively intact.

Xia Zhixin, who has read the records of his ancestors, is not hostile to the Qing Dynasty, but he is not foolishly loyal either.

Since the White Lotus Sect saved his life, Xia Zhixin would not slander him.

It's just that he has no confidence in whether this kind of heresy can succeed in Citigroup.

But no matter what, Xia Zhixin still wants to mention something about this little brother who is about the same age as his son.

"Brother Mo, the people here didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" He asked.

"Difficult? Oh, yes, Mr. Feng from the Ministry of Rites has tested our Mandarin, writing and arithmetic..."

Mo Bai scratched his head embarrassingly, "I can't speak rap, and I even misspelled my own name in writing. As for arithmetic... In short, I was beaten three grades in the end... If Mr. Xia, he must be a top three talent! "

"Clam?"

Xia Zhixin was stunned, the White Lotus Sect still takes this test?Is the threshold for becoming a cult so high now?

"Oh, I almost forgot the business!"

Mo Bai slapped his head, and suddenly said, "Just now the head nurse Mu Ya came to me and said, Mr. Xia, your body has basically recovered, let me take you to take a bath, disinfection, and vaccination! Only after going through this process can we catch up with you." In the evening, the welcome party will be rehearsed by the Lord Long Live of Ming Dynasty himself!"

Chapter 077

Xia Zhixin followed Mo Bai out of the two-story building of the inpatient department, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

In fact, Xia Zhixin had already seen some special scenery through the window when he was recuperating in the ward these two days.

But it wasn't until he walked out of the hospital's enclosure and into the Daming No. [-] High-tech Development Zone that he felt the difference in water and soil more intuitively.

If one had to define this lair of the White Lotus Sect, it would be neither Chinese nor Western, neither native nor foreign, neither fish nor fowl.

This is the truth.

Except for a few occasional Chinese-style greening and landscaping, such as the huge stone inscribed by Ming Emperor Zhu Fugui himself at the entrance of the development zone, there are large factories and dormitories made of prefabricated panels and asbestos tiles.

The tone of the color is gray, and it can be praised except for being uniform, and other things must have nothing to do with aesthetics.

After all, no one would feel that this is a paradise for a supporting project of the 60s Soviet aid project.

But once he got used to this setting, the rumbling roar of diesel engines in the distance, and the black smoke curling up into the sky, Xia Zhixin gradually realized the magnificence of industrial culture.

At this moment, he thought of the scene he saw on the Yangtze River two years ago.

The foreign fireboats of all nations are beeping black smoke, while the hard sailboats of the locals are densely arranged on both sides.

In the surging river, the two civilizations collided unharmoniously.

In addition to these architectural styles that are completely different from those of China and the West, what makes Xia Zhixin refreshed is the pedestrians here.

Since it was still working hours, there were not many pedestrians in the entire industrial park.

Only some workers who are on duty on weekends are walking around.

Here, both men and women appear to be in high spirits.

The men had their braids cut off, and the women wore their hair tied up and hidden in hats.

Wearing indigo uniforms, they walked briskly in the courtyard in twos and threes.

Xia Zhixin even saw a worker riding a bicycle, like a champion man straddling a horse parading through the street, ringing the bell all the way forward.

If you don't know, you may think that someone's yamen has come to be a clean land rover.

But obviously, the eyes everyone looked at him were not looking at Land Rover's fear and disgust, but a kind of admiration and yearning.

Mo Bai enviously said: "This must be a business model. I heard them say that such a bicycle needs Sanjima fever, and only business model can afford it!"

"Island fever?"

Xia Zhixin frowned, "What is island fever? Fusang Island or Yingtai Island? Is it very hot?"

Mo Bai scratched his head and said, "I don't know very well, I heard that it seems to be Citigroup's banknote."

"Oh, U.S. dollars, right? That's right, they definitely won't use the money made by the Qing Dynasty, and it's more convenient to use foreign banknotes."

Xia Zhixin nodded, thinking it should be so.

"However, I heard from the director of the horse factory that when we build a new city, we may issue our own money. When we buy a bicycle, we will only accept Daming banknotes."

Xia Zhixin's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he heard Mo Bai say this, especially when he mentioned the four words "Daming Baochao".

Sure enough, they are useless mobs. They just want to use waste paper to scrape the flesh from the small people just when they are getting better. With just such a little vision, what is against the clear, what is the return to the bright!

In Xia Zhixin's eyes, whether it is Jiaozi or precious banknotes, they are just tools that those corrupt lords and corrupt officials have figured out to knock the bones and suck the marrow from the small people.

"Mr. Xia, stop!"

At this moment, Mo Bai grabbed Xia Zhixin and stepped out of the way.

A group of black, thin and strong men suddenly appeared in the distance.

They lined up neatly all the way, wearing black round neck and short sleeves on their upper bodies, which were completely wet with sweat.

The lower body is wearing a green camouflage training uniform, and on the feet are Zuo Qingming's anti-Qing Fuming Jiefang shoes repeatedly.

"One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four!"

This team of ten people is just a small flag, shouting loud slogans, stepping on the nodes and trotting forward.

Xia Zhixin saw that it wasn't just Mo Bai who pulled him out of the way, but also the workers who were rushing on the road consciously, and even the business model who was riding a bicycle and enjoying himself in the spring breeze also got out of the car and waited for the other party to go first.

Looking at their backs going away, Xia Zhixin couldn't help but muttered to himself: "This is the Green Camp of Ming Dynasty? It looks much tougher than those Qiu Ba in the Jiangnan Camp!"

"Hey, it would be great if I can be selected for the conscription later!"

Mo Bai said enviously, "Being registered in the Ming Dynasty, the monthly salary and labor insurance standards are said to be higher than those of the backbone of the business!"

"Da Ming's military status..."

Xia Zhixin's eyelids twitched again.

This thing is even more stinky than the reputation of Daming Treasure Banknotes!

He felt that he had to persuade his little brother.

Being in Citigroup, being a teacher and working is nothing, it is better than being helpless in a foreign devil's mine and being treated as a livestock.

But you can't fall into the way of the Bailian demon, and count the money for them after being sold.

Just as Xia Zhixin was considering his words, Mo Bai suddenly pointed not far away and said, "Mr. Xia's bathroom is here!"

……

As a southerner, Zhu Fugui only saw public bathhouses when he was very young.

At that time, water heaters and air heaters were not yet popular, and every household did not have the conditions to take a bath at home.

All large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises will build their own public bathrooms, allowing factory employees to use them with a ticket. Of course, they will also open to the public for a fee.

The nature of this small bathroom designed in an industrial area is similar.

Except for the soldiers, all the tickets are free, and the workers have to pay for it themselves when they run out of bath tickets.

1 cent a time, expensive but not expensive.

The bathroom uses waste heat from a logging plant's fumigation workshop to heat the bath water.

It can save energy to the greatest extent.

This is an energy-saving device designed by the Soviets based on the original conditions of the Jixin Mountain Logging Factory. For Zhu Fugui, it is better than nothing.

Zhu Fugui, who is backed by the Plash mining area, has high-quality coal so cheap that Zhu Fugui is considering saving a wave of cultural value to build a small thermal power plant.

When Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin appeared at the entrance of the bathhouse, they were stopped by two administrators.

They are the Yin people here who watch the door and boil water, and their Chinese level is average.

However, the management regulations of the bathroom were written on the wall in Chinese characters, and Xia Zhixin understood it after a few glances.

"We need a health certificate!"

Mo Bai continued to paint, and finally he was able to communicate.

If you want to work in the factory, or enter the factory or the living area, you must have a health certificate.

The first step for every outsider to apply for a health certificate is to take a good medicinal bath.

Mo Bai took out two cards from his bosom, on which were pasted a black and white photo of him and Xia Zhixin, and stamped with the stamp of the Health and Health Committee of the Fourth Ming Empire's Household Department.

There is also a certificate issued by the hospital nursing department.

After careful checking, the administrator let the two go: "Come with me, take the left door of the men's bathroom, don't go wrong!"

According to the instructions of Xiongfeng Shanxiong, the deputy director of the Health Commission, only healthy people can use the large bath and shower system.

This is to avoid cross-contamination of diseases.

You must know that in this era, syphilis and gonorrhea abound, and plague anthrax and tuberculosis also make trouble from time to time.

We must be cautious, especially for new members like Xiang Mo Bai and Xia Zhixin, we must not relax our vigilance until they pass the physical examination.

Chapter 078

After entering the relatively narrow small shower room, the administrator put on gloves, masks, and simple protective clothing, and took out a large sterilized bamboo basket from the disinfection room.

Mo Bai stripped himself naked in a familiar way, and then threw the clothes into the box.

Xia Zhixin has lived for 40 years, and he has never seen such a battle.

An old face was flushed, and he refused to take off his clothes no matter what.

"Mr. Xia, we have to hurry up, or we won't be able to catch lunch!"

Under Mo Bai's repeated urging, Xia Zhixin had no choice but to follow suit and take off his clothes.

"Come over tomorrow to pick up your clothes."

"Understood, thank you uncle!"

Mo Bai thanked the administrator, who dragged the bamboo basket away and fumigated the clothes inside to completely kill all kinds of parasites.

In fact, according to Zhu Fugui's opinion, this kind of tattered clothes could be burned directly.

After all, it's not worth a lot of money, and the clothes of many Chinese workers are too dirty, and they don't know how many lice are hidden!

But later I heard that the Long Live God wanted to give clothes to everyone who was naturalized in Ming Dynasty. The old eunuch Li hugged Zhu Fugui's thigh and cried bitterly: "Long Live God, now the Ming Dynasty only has more than [-] mouths, and there is still room to spare. If Shenzhou is restored, [-] million people will follow this example, even if Zhu Taogong and Shen Wansan are dug out, they will not be able to collect so much money!"

Seeing Lao Li crying sadly, Zhu Fugui felt that there was some truth to it.

The workers in the royal factory and the soldiers of the royal army are all people who directly create valuable wealth for Zhu Fugui, so it's okay to give them preferential treatment.