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

So much so that Zhu Fugui forced him to take regular blood checks (blood samples were sent to the platform for testing) to prevent lead and nickel poisoning.

After all, those national treasures are copper-nickel alloys with a little lead in all likelihood!

Now, Xia Zhixin had breakfast in the cafeteria and rushed to the museum to continue studying the writing on the keel.

Unexpectedly, I met Mo Bai at the intersection.

"Mr. Xia, is the medical bill still unpaid? I saved six dollars in the past two months, which should be enough to pay the medical bill!"

With that said, Mo Bai stuffed the money into Xia Zhixin's hands.

"No, no, my salary is enough!"

Xia Zhixin quickly waved his hand and refused.

Mo Bai enlisted in the army, this is a life-threatening job.

A while ago, he was promoted to a second-class soldier. Although he has a salary of more than five yuan a month, how can I let him spend it!

What's more, Xia Zhixin, as the curator of the Royal Museum of Ming Dynasty, belongs to the Ministry of Rites, and his administrative level has also reached the sixth rank. His monthly salary is equivalent to that of a third-level soldier, six dollars, which is higher than that of Mo Bai, a second-class soldier.

"But if it's not about the money, why haven't you gone to find your son yet?"

Facing Mo Bai's question, Xia Zhixin was taken aback for a moment, and then fell silent for a while.

After holding back for quite a while, he said, "Next time!"

After that, he hid his face and left.

Mo Bai looked at the back of Mr. Xia leaving in a hurry, feeling puzzled.

He always felt that Mr. Xia's mental state seemed unstable, as if he was suffering from a mental disorder.

"Couldn't it be that you really got along with the fat aunt in the cafeteria? The meat bun that Mr. Xia was holding just now seems to be the fat aunt's specialty?"

Mo Bai felt that he had guessed the truth of the matter.

That's right, Mr. Xia came to Citigroup from thousands of miles away, not so much to find a son, but rather to seek death.

Don't say that Mr. Xia is a person who has read poetry and books and learned from ancient and modern times.

Even a rough man like himself, through the ideological education and complaint meetings in the camp during this period, also knew the cruelty of the North American genocide slavery gangs.

If His Majesty the Emperor hadn't found a shelter for the Chinese people in this northwest corner, and if he had entered the mine according to the original process, he might not have escaped the fate of being buried in a foreign country.

Therefore, Mo Bai felt that his hard-fated Brother Xia, who was blinded by the Yang Yi mother-in-law, was probably no longer alive.

Mr. Xia must also know this.

That's why I came to Citigroup with the will to die.

I never thought that there is no unparalleled road in the sky, and the east corner is lost but the mulberry is harvested.

Mr. Xia lost his son, but gained love!

Sure enough, the political commissar was right. Every peck and drink in the world is not good for retribution. Only by firmly uniting around Marshal Zhu Fugui and following the firm road of imperialism with Ming characteristics can we live a happy and well-off life.

In fact, Mo Bai doesn't know what "well-off life" is, and what kind of life a well-off life is.

But these principles, Mo Bai has learned countless times, and he has already memorized them by heart.

……

Political commissars, instructors, and other political positions were only set up by Zhu Fugui in the last two months.

At the beginning, Zhu Fugui felt that his military culture of the Ming Dynasty was poor, and he seemed to be incapable of building political posts.

Thinking about it later, when Sanwan was reorganized, the teachers probably didn’t have so many educated people to realize the system design that the detachment was built on the company, right?

The so-called is better than nothing, Zhu Fugui is still trying to personally train political cadres and unify the thinking of the troops.

Of course, Zhu Fugui's abilities are limited, and the abilities of the apprentices he teaches are even more limited.

In many cases, the method of doing political work is relatively simple, such as complaining about conferences and the like.

But from a little soldier like Mo Bai, it can still be seen that the effect is really good.

In fact, Zhu Fugui originally wanted to use the name Supervising Army, after all, it always felt strange for the chief soldier to be assigned to the political commissar.

But after thinking about it later, the term "supervising the army" was really inappropriate. It could not express the mission of political work, but instead made the officers feel that they were being watched, so Zhu Fugui had no choice but to give up this idea.

……

While Mo Bai was thinking about Mr. Xia's love life, Director Feng of the Ministry of Rites hurried past holding the roster.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly Director Feng slammed on the brakes, pulled Mo Bai, and asked, "Are you a second-stage Chinese worker? I seem to have some impressions."

"Hello, Director Feng, you are my chief examiner!"

Mo Bai stood at attention and gave a military salute, "My name is Mo Bai, and I am now a second-class first-class soldier of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty!"

Chapter 099

"Yo! Brother Mo, you're welcome!" Director Feng smiled and cupped his hands.

Two armored soldiers!

This guy has a future!

Generally speaking, after a week of short training for recruits, they will be assessed on physical fitness, military, shooting and other items.

Those with excellent grades can be directly promoted to second sergeant major.

But it's usually a first-class sergeant major.

All the veterans who participated in the annihilation battle of the mine guard team before have all been promoted one level, and many of them have reached the second level or even the third level sergeant major.

But it is extremely rare for the recruits in the back to grow into second-class fighters in just over two months.

Mo Bai can do it, which shows that his military ability is quite excellent.

Director Feng knows that today is a troubled time in a troubled world.

As the head of the Ministry of Rites, if Daming is finished, he will be nothing.

And if Da Ming wants to survive, he can only rely on these brave and sturdy fighters!

So even if you don't start from the perspective of making friends, you have to treat this young man with courtesy.

After a few compliments, Director Feng suddenly looked Mo Bai up and down, and asked with a smile: "Young man, I think you have a good temperament. In Daming these days, is there any girl who is like-minded?"

"what?"

Mo Bai was stunned.

For the past two months, he was either training, on duty, or helping to move bricks. How could he have time to meet girls?

Besides, I am only 16 years old, and I have never thought about getting married!

Director Feng laughed and said: "Brother Mo, you don't need to be shy, this time, Lord Long Live is going to get married in the newly completed Royal Fugui Hotel, and then there will be a full-day banquet for the three armies and the common people.

That guy, that scene was quite spectacular, with gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers blaring, red flags waving, and crowds of people!

In such a grand ceremony, the Lord Long Live still remembers the hardships of the people's livelihood, so he gave a special gift. Anyone who has a wedding in the near future can also celebrate together and hold a "collective wedding"!

That is the same gift as the heavenly family!

It is no longer something that can be described as lucky for three lives and glorious lintel!

So if you have a girl who is talking about marriage, you must tell me, I will register for you, and then you will be able to be the groom's official with the emperor, and you will definitely have face when you worship your ancestors!

At that time, if we return to our homeland of China, you will have to occupy a place to be buried in the ancestral grave! "

"Is it position C?"

"Hey, that's what it means. Now these new words, I really can't learn them!"

Hearing Director Feng Dao Hengfei's introduction, Mo Bai was dumbfounded.

Although the position C of the ancestral tomb may sound awkward, but that means I have paid homage to the emperor together, ah bah, I have been married together, it doesn't seem right...

Anyway, it is indeed as glorious as a body, enough to occupy the C position.

This is a huge temptation for every Chinese!

Even the young and mature Mo Bai's heart was pounding.

After the excitement, Mo Bai was deeply impressed by the kindness and generosity of the Lord Long Live.

This is much better than the county grandfather in my hometown!

Mo Bai remembered that when the county magistrate in his hometown took concubines, instead of doing them any favors, he even scraped off oil everywhere.

Moreover, this guy took six concubines in just three years as an official. He is really a villain!

Sure enough, I am better than Ming!

I am invincible tomorrow!

but……

Mo Bai thought for a while, then hesitantly said: "But... I don't have a woman who can talk about marriage... Is it too late to find one now?"

"Nonsense! Long Live Grandpa's big marriage is a trifling matter, you find one now? You're just playing tricks!"

Looking at Director Feng who was blowing his beard and staring, Mo Bai had no choice but to put away the idea of ​​getting married.

Just when he felt extremely regretful, Mo Bai suddenly remembered something.

He clapped his fists and said, "Boss Feng, although I don't have a marriage partner, my good brother, Mr. Xia, does!"

"Mr. Xia? Which Mr. Xia?" Director Feng asked.

Mo Bai smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Mo Bai himself does not smoke, he only likes to drink Coke.

But his old banner chief, Huang Hansheng, was an old smoker.

This time Mo Bai went to the street to buy cigarettes for him.

"Boss Feng, come to Genhuazi!"

Mo Bai handed over a cigarette, and the two naturally sat on the curb.

"My good big brother is suffering! For some reason, he is very shy and sensitive about feelings. If you ask him directly, he will probably deny it..."

Smoking Hua Zi, Director Feng understood the ins and outs of the matter.

It turns out that Mo Bai's good elder brother, Mr. Xia, is his colleague in the Ministry of Rites and the curator Xia of the museum.

Master Feng knew about Lao Xia, and he was indeed a cultural person who was not good at communication.

I didn't expect that there were so many stories behind him.

Breathing out a smoke ring, Director Feng sighed, and said, "Don't worry, little brother Mo, Lao Xia's affairs are on my shoulders, what a good marriage, we must not give him such a stinky book businessman's anger and disaster!"

"Alright! Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

"Good talk good talk"

Director Feng pinched his cigarette butt, stood up and patted his official uniform and said, "Brother Mo, let's talk later, brother, I have to go to the logging factory to count the number of people. Now all six departments are short of people, so I really have no skills!"

"Boss Feng, you are busy!"

The two bowed their hands to each other and said goodbye.

Back at the barracks, Mo Bai handed the cigarettes to Huang Hansheng: "Huang Qi, the old genius doctor Xiongfeng Shanxiong said that smoking is harmful to health, you should smoke less!"

"What do you know, you little brat? I cough if I don't smoke Huazi. How can I shoot accurately when I cough? You forgot, in our first town, except for Mr. Yang and Mr. Yin, who can penetrate Yang with my hands? His marksmanship?"

Huang Hansheng resolutely ignored Mo Bai's good health advice, and opened the cigarette, "Hey, why is there one missing, did you smoke it secretly? Hey, men should smoke and drink. What's the point of holding Coke and yogurt all day long?" one thing?"

Huang Hansheng threw a cigarette, instead of getting angry, he put his arms around Mo Bai's neck and rubbed his head happily.

Mo Bai sighed helplessly, without any excuse.

My old Qi is good at everything, except smoking and drinking.

You can't drink alcohol in the barracks, so you smoke hard.

Fortunately, Huazi is expensive, and the military discount price is 20 cents a pack.

Huang Laosi, who was all about saving money to marry a wife, was somewhat reluctant, otherwise he would be able to smoke five or six packs a day.