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

Those who love me the most have also entered the grave. "

……

"The Last of the Mohicans", this is a song composed by Peruvian musician Alejandro Querivalu with traditional Indian instruments, languages ​​and musical instruments.

The so-called Mohicans are a branch of North American Indians.

But as early as the seventeenth century, the Mohicans gradually disappeared under the joint suppression of the North American colonists and the Moheks who were dependent on the whites.

Ironically, 300 years later, because of an Englishman named Beckham and his once iconic Mohawk hairstyle, this nation has become a household name all over the world in a gray and humorous way.

Even more ironic is that the mohawk is actually not a traditional Mohican hairstyle at all, but a Pawnee.

But in any case, Sandro, who wrote this song, is weeping for the ancestors of the entire America, and the Mohicans are only one of them.

If you can stand on a more grand vision, then why does this song not express the pain and unwillingness of the temporarily weakened Orientals in the face of European robbers?

No matter in a magnificent concert hall or in a dirty and dilapidated street, when Sandro kneels on the ground and uses simple traditional instruments to play the melody that seems to come from the top of the Andes, people who stop and listen will be impressed by this The distant, desolate and lonely voice hits the soul directly.

Although Zhu Fugui's playing level is far inferior to Sandro's, he even made several syllables wrong due to lack of training after work.

But the mountains in the night, the night owls and wolves echoing in the empty valley are the best accompaniment in the world.

No matter how luxurious the equipment is, no matter how exquisite the playing skills are, it cannot make up for it.

Gradually, Zhu Fugui even forgot his situation for a short while, but was really immersed in this song.

When the sound of the flute slowly stopped, Zhu Fugui raised his head and found that the girl had sat beside him at some point, leaning gently against him.

She looked up at the sky.

The starry sky without industrial pollution is bright and bright, just like the galaxy in ancient poems.

"What's the name of this song?"

"It's called "Yashan"."

"What story does it tell? Seems like a tragedy?"

"No, it's a story about 'hope.'"

"hope?"

"Yes, hope, hope among the cliffs...

In the darkest pain, a veteran soldier surnamed Chen fell into the water there and fell into a coma, but survived by chance.

Later he returned to his hometown and gave birth to a daughter with a village woman named Chen Erniang.

Later, the girl grew up and married an equally ordinary farmer named Zhu Wusi.

Later, they also had children.

That child is called Zhu Chongba..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Fugui showed a look of nostalgia on his face, "The child named Zhu Chongba finally became a hero who tore through the darkness and brought light back to the world, so...

I say this is a story about 'hope'! "

There is another sentence that Zhu Fugui did not say. This person named Zhu Chongba, the descendants of 500 years later, is still trying to bring hope to this suffering world.

……

"A hero who tears apart the darkness?" The girl still raised her head.

Tonight happens to be a full moon.

The bright moonlight shone on her face, and for a moment, Zhu Fugui felt that those red oil paints that made it difficult to see her face were so annoying.

"According to the legend of our tribe, the real hero will descend to the earth with the power of the sun and the moon. He has fair skin and powerful strength, and can dispel all evil thoughts in the world..."

"White skin?"

Zhu Fugui couldn't help but sneer, "The guys who met white people for the first time believed in such legends, so they regarded them as honored guests, but in the end..."

"Pooh!"

The girl withdrew her gaze, and unconsciously held the dreadful dagger in her hand, "They are devils, beasts, and shameless robbers! And..."

Turning her head to look at Zhu Fugui's face, the girl asked strangely: "Speaking of which, I think you are fairer than them. Why are they white and you yellow?"

Facing such a question, Zhu Fugui shook his head, not knowing how to answer it.

……

"Eagle, your slave is special."

Aunt Buffalo's voice suddenly appeared behind her.

The two turned their heads quickly.

Aunt Ye Niu's expression was the same, it seemed that she didn't hear the conversation between Zhu Fugui and the girl.

but……

Zhu Fugui turned to look at the girl.

"It's just a slave who is proficient in the tunes of his hometown."

The girl stood up and said, "Auntie, let the clansmen rest early, and we have to hurry tomorrow. This place is not safe."

"Is it a song from my hometown?"

Aunt Ye Niu couldn't help but looked at Zhu Fugui's appearance, "It's really strange, not only do these people look similar to us, but they even share the ditties of their hometown..."

……

Aunt Buffalo scolded the clansmen who could not help getting out of the tent because of the sound of the flute, and the whole camp returned to tranquility.

Zhu Fugui lay down leaning on the girl's tent.

Looking at the young girl who was still vigilant all around, Zhu Fugui couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you expose me?"

"Expose what?" The girl didn't turn her head.

"I know your language."

"Words can be deceiving, but singing is not."

Zhu Fugui shook his head, he found that he had absolutely no way to communicate with this girl.

In fact, at the end of the song, Zhu Fugui did not think of a convincing lie.

If the girl didn't expose her, Zhu Fugui felt that she might be able to slowly show her "language talent" in about a month.

If someone asks about it, it means that this young master is born with supernatural powers and does not know martial arts.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to think too much, Zhu Fugui lay on his side on the hay prepared by the girl, and gradually fell asleep.

As a wounded man, he was already very tired.

……

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Zhu Fugui was woken up again.

The unknown creature that was heard roaring with the wild wolf last night is now roaring again.

Although these sounds are very beautiful when playing, when sleeping, things are completely different.

Zhu Fugui tossed and turned for a while, but couldn't fall asleep again, so he could only prop up his body.

It was almost midnight.

On the previous stone, there is no shadow of the girl anymore.

It seems that he has returned to the tent to catch up on sleep.

When the firewood touched the wound on his buttocks, Master Zhu grinned again.

This is not possible, the risk of infection is too high!

Zhu Fugui turned on the system.

Since the previous fruit knife was just put into the shopping cart and had not been paid for, Zhu Fugui still had seven yuan in his account.

But Zhu Fugui remembered that a box of domestically produced cefuroxime axetil cost about three yuan.

If you can find more original cephradine, the price will be cheaper.

However, there is a risk of allergies to cephalosporins, and Zhu Fugui doesn't know if his current body is allergic.

In case of anaphylactic shock or laryngeal edema, it would be cheating to take medicine and die.

So it would be nice to be able to find used azithromycin or something like that.

However, whether it is cephalosporin or azithromycin, these drugs are antibiotics and belong to prescription drugs. According to the principle, e-commerce platforms cannot trade them.

With the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Zhu Fugui still tried to enter the three words "antibiotics" in the search bar.

Sure enough, what was found were either some health products boasting false antibacterial functions, or veterinary antibiotics.

Sure enough, there are no medicines for human use.

When Zhu Fugui was considering whether he should buy a small bag of antibiotics for pigs that was about to expire, he suddenly discovered that there was a special button in a hidden corner in the lower left corner of the search results.

[Whether to upgrade the user level to obtain more trading permissions]

Sure enough, this dog system cannot be so law-abiding!

Zhu Fugui was overjoyed and clicked the link quickly.

[Whether you choose to consume 10 civilization points to view all the content of this search]

civilization value,

It's that damn civilization value again!

Zhu Fugui was depressed for a while, he had that thing, didn't the Daming Foreign Trade Company open a long time ago?

and many more!

At this time, Zhu Fugui discovered that in addition to the balance of 7 yuan in his account, there was another balance.

[Civilization value: 55 points]

55 O'Clock?

How can I have 55 civilization points?

I didn't become a volunteer, nor did I drive a civilized car every day!

Suddenly, Zhu Fugui thought, according to the previous personalization terms, when he creates and spreads culture, he can also gain civilization value.

Previously I played "The Last of the Mohicans" on a guana piccolo.

This piece was supposed to be born 100 years later, but now it was played by Zhu Fugui first.

Naturally, this is creation!

In "Civilization 5", as long as there are great musicians who create famous songs, they can harvest a large wave of cultural points. Now it seems that the system is doing the same thing.

Counting the Indians who eavesdropped, today's audience said more or less, that's why they have 55 points of civilization.

It was a pleasant surprise.

Now that he has the civilization value, Zhu Fugui's Daming Foreign Trade Company can open.

Although the double-digit civilization value is only enough to buy and sell some small things, it is not unheard of to exchange [-] million shirts for a Boeing aircraft.

At this moment, Zhu Fugui was full of ambition.

Before that, however, there are two problems.

First, you have to buy your own antibiotics.

The size of the sky and the earth is the greatest.

If you are belching here because of bacteremia, why are you still talking about anti-Qing and Fuming, and what business ghosts are you talking about?

Second, you have to think about it. Daming Foreign Trade, a century-old store that has opened for one day, where do you have to find the first product for it.

If you sell Indian food...

Zhu Fugui felt that his century-old store would close down soon.

Chapter 008 The First Product