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

But Song Nanzhu was not sure if he would receive such treatment.

Because Song Nanzhu is different from other sisters.

She is a trainee from North Korea.

Thanks to Song Nanzhu's uncle who worked for the Governor's Mansion of Wa Island early in the morning, she obtained this extremely precious qualification as a trainee.

You know, working in Daming, as long as you are diligent enough, you will have no problem saving 200 taels of silver a year.

Song Nanzhu was born in a family of merchants, and he was by no means poor among the common people in North Korea, but compared to working as a female worker in Daming, even if he was only a graduate student, it was completely incomparable.

In the past three years, Song Nanzhu has saved a full 600 Ming Yuan, plus her husband's savings, it is enough to buy a cozy home in this inland city.

In fact, my uncle's expectations for Song Nanzhu were much more than that.

He did everything possible to send Song Nanzhu to Daming, hoping that she could marry a Daming man. It doesn't matter if she is old, poor, ugly, and sick, the key is to get Zhuka.

It's just that other people can't persuade you about marriage.

After half a year of naturalization training, Song Nanzhu was assigned to Xinshu Cotton Factory.

Xinshu is actually the original Tennessee.

It used to be a place where black slaves picked cotton.

Now the black slaves have left, replaced by a large number of Japanese trainees.

Of course, there are no whips here, and no torture.

But the labor efficiency of these trainees is much higher than that of the black slaves in the past.

It was in this large cotton field that Song Nanzhu met her husband who was undergoing naturalization practice.

He comes from the countryside of Hwanghae-do and is an ordinary farmer.

Originally, Song Nanzhu would never meet such a man in his life.

It was the same Daming dream that brought them together.

Song Nanzhu remembered that he was the fastest at picking cotton and had the most dexterous hands...

It wasn't until the two were about to get married that the man told Song Nanzhu that he was not planning to be a cotton picker, but to join the army.

General Morishita's kamikaze unit is recruiting.

Song Nanzhu's husband didn't think that his fiancée would object. After all, joining the army means a long-term separation between the two places, and it may even be a farewell.

But Song Nanzhu didn't hesitate, lying on his chest and said: "Work hard for the empire, I will always support you..."

In this way, the daughter of a North Korean businessman and the son of a North Korean farmer, who are far away in a foreign country, are united because of the same dream.

Song Namjoo is proud of her husband.

Every time her husband comes back to visit relatives, she always smiles and listens to him talking about what achievements she has made, and how General Morishita appreciates her.

It wasn't until half a year ago that for the first time, she had the idea of ​​hoping that her husband would not leave again.

Because there is already a little life in her stomach...

Song Nanzhu was afraid, afraid that the child would not see his father, even once.

Shaking his head, Song Nanzhu rubbed his stomach and waist, and began to adjust the amount of cottonseed he fed.

Just as she was about to turn on the fleece stripping machine, the workshop director suddenly appeared with a strange "green uniform".

"Xiao Song, this officer is from Xindi..."

The workshop director obviously knew something, his voice was a little strange.

"Director, sir, what do you want from me? My husband is in the navy..." Song Nanzhu's heart tightened for no reason.

"I know……"

The young soldier said, "Comrade Jin Shinan, a pilot of the Royal Navy of the Ming Dynasty, is your husband, right?"

"what?"

Song Nanzhu became even more flustered, nodding first, then shaking his head, "Jin Shinan is indeed my husband, but he is not a soldier of the Royal Navy, let alone a captain, he is just a kamikaze..."

"That's right..."

The young soldier put a small box in front of Song Nanzhu, then took a step back and gave her a military salute respectfully.

"Captain Jin Shinan participated in the air raid on Portsmouth on June 15, [-]. The Xiaolong plane he was driving hit enemy targets many times, and was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet.

At the critical moment, Captain Jin Shinan gave up the chance to escape by parachuting, and drove the disabled plane to die with the enemy's factory.

According to relevant regulations, you, as his family members, will enjoy..."

boom--

Song Nanzhu seemed to be struck by lightning, and she couldn't hear the words behind her. She stared forward blankly, and a line of tears fell slowly.

Many Korean female workers in the workshops said that Song Nanzhu married a kamikaze because she was greedy for her husband's shadow after Yu Sui, but Song Nanzhu never had such an idea.

Hearing the sad news that her husband was flying the plane and died with the enemy, she was not half happy, and a huge sadness rose from the bottom of her heart.

her god.

collapsed.

"Ms. Song! Ms. Song!"

Although the young soldier sympathized with the pregnant wife, he had to complete the task.

He woke up the dazed Song Nanzhu, "Ms. Song, your husband left his last words to his captain before the plane crashed."

"Last words, what last words?"

Song Nanzhu asked, holding back tears.

The young soldier said with a strange expression: "According to the captain (from Guangxi), Captain Jin Shinan once asked him to bring you a message before he died. If the child in your belly is a boy, Captain Jin Shinan hopes you Name him 'Golden Gou'..."

Probably thinking that the will was strange, the young soldier quickly added, "Our political commissar personally confirmed this to the navy!"

Pointing to the alley on the table, he continued: "Captain Jin Shinan died in the fire, and the navy only found his damaged flight jacket. His body should...should..."

Sighing, the young soldier saluted again, then turned and left.

"Captain Jin is not bad, there is at least half of his jacket left, at least he can build a tomb... Those heroes on the sunken ship are the real dead bodies..."

The young soldier shook his head and returned to the cab of the military pickup.

On this truck, more than half of the boxes are still loaded.

Chapter 869 Education is Really a Big Industry

The Central Plains of Northern Yinzhou.

The middle line of the Pacific Railway, which traverses the continent and connects the two oceans.

Long before the founding of the Fourth Ming Empire, the construction of this railway had already begun.

The Plash Coal Mine where Zhu Fugui worked was the supporting project of this railway, and Tang Sangui, a veteran of the Ming Dynasty, was a regular worker of the Pacific Railway Company.

As for the manpower, capital, and even the first angel investment from the Vanderbilt family after the founding of Daming, they are all inseparable from this railway.

It can be said that the significance of the Pacific Railway to the Fourth Empire of the Ming Dynasty is no less than that of the Sichuan-Han Railway in the Road Protection Movement to the Republic of China.

Of course, making an analogy with this thing is somewhat unlucky.

Zhu Fugui was sitting on the imperial special train, which had passed through the cotton fields in Xinshu and crossed the New Yangtze River No. [-] Railway Bridge.

The vast Great Plain still seems to be boundless, and there is no limit at all.

In his previous life, as a native of Zhejiang, Zhu Fugui once took the high-speed train to Beijing.

After the train crossed the Yangtze River and entered northern Jiangsu and northern China, Zhu Fugui, who had lived on a flat land since childhood, was stunned by the boundless wheat waves for the first time.

It turns out that such a thing as the horizon really exists.

The end of the earth can really be flat, not continuous distant mountains.

Today, although Zhu Fugui's royal train is far less fast than the high-speed trains of later generations, his eyes still vaguely reflect the amorous feelings of the past.

Moreover, Zhu Fugui knew that the most extensive black soil plain in the world was more fertile than North China.

Today, there are more than [-] agricultural reclamation troops in Ming Dynasty, and only less than one-tenth of them have been developed.

To Zhu Fugui's relief, the industrial layout of Yinnong Shengong has now slowly begun to emerge.

After all, Shenzhou has a lot of manpower, Yinzhou has a lot of resources, and industrial division of labor and complementary development are the best.

Once the integration is completed, Daming's potential will be unlimited.

Among other things, just think about the concept of the fusion of eagles and rabbits in later generations?

Not to mention the bits and pieces of Japan, South Korea, and ASEAN.

So to be honest, Zhu Fugui has no interest in invading Europe or establishing colonies in Europe.

Now he just wants to guard his [-] million acres of land, and cultivate his inner strength safely.

It was more than a month before Zhu Fugui returned to Fengdu from Washington, and it was already midsummer.

This is a journey of nearly 5000 kilometers, and the Pacific Railway is not a new passenger railway around Fengdu. Its main function is to transport goods.

Even though the royal special train has all kinds of privileges, under the dispatch of the railway bureau, other trains give way one after another, and the average speed is only 60 kilometers per hour.

This time when he returned to Fengdu, Tianzi Yujia was very low-key and did not hold any welcoming ceremony.

Nowadays, the traffic is getting more and more convenient, and Zhu Fugui parades around like Zulong more and more frequently. If he pays attention to ostentation every time he enters and exits, it will be a waste of time and money.

Therefore, the people of Fengdu only heard the news of the return of the emperor from the Fengdu news radio station.

In the Royal Resort on Xinjin Binhai Beach, Zhu Fugui met his long-lost classmate Xiaolulu.

The two have not seen each other for two years and nine months.

Julie brought back two children to Zhu Fugui...

cough cough.

Of course it wasn't her child, but the child of her best friend, Princess Sissi.

Said to be a child, in fact, they are not too young, but Princess Sissi got married at the age of 15 and gave birth to her first daughter 10 months later, so the age between mother and daughter is about the same.

Although Julie is already a 32-year-old young woman, standing next to the two nieces seems to be sisters.

Princess Sissi's eldest daughter Sophia is 21 years old this year, and her second daughter Gisela is 20 years old this year...

It can be seen that this Princess Sissi is indeed very good at giving birth.

Zhu Fugui felt that the Zhang family should have a successor.

"Sophia" is actually the name of Princess Sissi's mother-in-law, Grand Duke Sophia, Franz's mother.

She took the name from her own without the consent of her daughter-in-law.

Whether it is the Austro-Hungarian royal family or the independent royal family, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is YYDS all over the world.

It's just that both grandma and granddaughter are named Sophia...

Zhu Fugui is also used to it. Anyway, it is normal for this group of foreigners with the same name. Zhu Fugui knows a dozen of William and Robert.

This kind of custom of naming juniors with the names of elders or historical celebrities seems to be present in Japan as well. I don't know if it is innate or learned from the foreigners.

Zhu Fugui remembers that Gohan in Dragon Ball is the name of Goku's grandfather, and Sasuke in Hokage is the name of Hiruzaru Sarutobi's father.

This thing is neither scientific nor convenient, but fortunately, no one in Japan does this anymore.

These guys are thinking about how to name their children in line with Chinese orthodox norms, and they are more particular than orthodox Chinese.

Morishita's eldest daughter, Zhu Fugui, is called Sen Qinfeng as I remember, and she has been registered in the Morishi family tree in Qujing, Yunnan.

Genealogy should also keep pace with the times, and women also need to leave their names.

It's a big deal to add money.

Morishita has always been very generous with things like this...

In short, Princess Sissy doesn't like Sophia's name very much, and she has changed her name to Zhang Feifei.

The second daughter changed her name to Zhang Lala.

As for herself...