"Your Majesty's face..." Nan still smiled when he got on the boat, holding a big bag in his hand, as if he had eaten bee shit, but as soon as his head was exposed on the deck, he almost let go and fell down. Hong Tao's hideous face scared him.

"Carl and I went around the Ireland Island. People there thought I should be a powerful emperor, so they used practical actions to cut off my idea of ​​becoming an idol emperor. Minister, what mysterious gifts are you receiving? I see you are always smiling." Hong Tao always told the sailors on the boat that he was going to Ireland Island, without mentioning the American word, so the account can only be counted on the Irish people.

"It's outrageous! You should go to their Pope to judge. It would be a ruthless way to treat our emperor like this! This will cause war!" Nan, the Foreign Minister, had already made diplomatic rhetoric with all his words before he officially took office.

"The Pope didn't like me very much. He was very happy to see me being beaten to death by others... Did you see the Pope?" Hong Tao seemed to hear something from Nan's words, and immediately became nervous. He was afraid that this Song Dynasty man would be fooled by the Pope.

"I haven't seen it, but I met an archbishop and an emperor, Carl's cousin. His junior is very good and knowledgeable. Apart from you, I have never seen such a learning emperor. He invited me to visit his Chinese studies and gave lectures to those people. Look, this is the royal collection he gave me. When I go back, I will find someone to translate it." Nan is indeed a diplomatic talent. He seems to be born to interact with leaders of different countries. With that bullshit Latin, he can still teach at a university in Naples. It's really evil.

"What did you tell them?" Hong Tao was curious about what Nan could tell those European philosophers, medical scientists, artists, and politicians.

"I will teach them the Analects of Confucius and the Spring and Autumn Period. Mrs. Jiang helped me translate. They like to listen very much. They talk every three days. Many people come over from far away to listen, including the emperor." Nan is very proud to be able to teach the emperors of other countries. This is a master of the emperor when it comes to the Song Dynasty!

"Is this possible?" Hong Tao was a little confused and told Frederick II and the European nobles that the Analects of Confucius and the Spring and Autumn Period. His imagination was too rich. Can they understand? It seems that they understood it. Otherwise, if someone listened to it once, it would be impossible for someone to listen to it for two or three months.

"The sages are educated, and the truth is also true at home and abroad... We wait..." Nan was very dissatisfied with Hong Tao's doubts. This was a pure contempt, and he firmly wanted to oppose it.

"Diede... I am your teacher! I am the emperor too. This is a formal teacher. Don't discuss the issue of saint education with your teacher. You have prepared a meal for you to try how the teacher educates you." Hong Tao knew very little about ancient Chinese books, and he had no time to learn, so he simply stopped talking about it. This is his big weakness. Not to mention people like Nan, even Luo Youde, a profiteer, can despise himself in this regard, so it is more comfortable to use his strengths.

"I dare not obey orders... When it comes to eating, their food is really unsatisfactory." When he heard that Hong Tao had cooked food again, Nan immediately threw the saint behind his head. If he were to talk about cooking skills, he felt that Hong Tao could also establish a sect in the Song Dynasty. Like Hong Tao's thoughts and inventions, they are unique existences.

"This is called sticking cakes, try it... and this corn grit porridge..." The corn beans were filled with more than ten bags, and Hong Tao also took a lot of coarse corn flour. This new grain from that year was very delicious no matter how it was made, especially the porridge.

"Ha...ha... what's this... so spicy!" Don't be afraid of spicy food if you're anxious! You didn't feel it when you put on a pancake in your first mouthful, but after the third mouthful, his eyes were almost wide open, his face was red, and he stretched out his tongue to breathe like a dog.

"Hehe... This is called chili, it's seasoning! I don't have much in my hand now. I'll try it once. Next year I'll use chili to roast some meat for you. Keep it safe and you want to eat it!" Hong Tao saw his tricks, and was happier than becoming an emperor, and he smiled so badly. In order to appreciate Nan's unlucky virtue, he even lit a cigar. These days, he shrank in the cabin and rolled cigarettes in the cabin. The tobacco leaves were placed on the boat and could not be kept dry. It was easy to store it in a rolled cigar.

"Cough cough cough...why is this thing?" Before the spicy smell in his mouth had subsided, a breath of smoke sprayed out of Hong Tao's mouth again, without wasting any damage, and it sprayed all over Nan's face, choking the guy who had never smoked or smelled tobacco, and tears came out.

"This is my medicine for treating lazy diseases. Come on...you try it too..." The answer is the same, but this time Hong Tao was more enthusiastic and took the initiative to let Nan try it, and then another sip of smoke sprayed on his face.

"The students still won't taste it anymore, the teacher's sick student has no..." Nan Buye said he would try it. If Hong Tao was not the emperor and the teacher, he would be able to leave the table with his job.

"It's better not to taste it...hehehe..." Hong Tao's goal has been achieved, and he has to deal with different people in different ways. Carl can directly say that he is not happy to taste it for you, so he won't think about it. Nan Bucheng, the more you say that you can't smoke, the more he wants to try it, so he has to do the opposite and let him choke him by smoke once, and he won't think about it in the future.

Nan hated laziness, if he really had this disease! Since he got on the boat, he has lived in smoke every day. Many pieces and books can only be read in the captain's room, because his Latin is not enough to read books, and he can't hide it even if he wants to. After that, coughing became Nan's daily work, but seeing Hong Tao holding a large piece of herbs in his mouth, he really believed that there was something like laziness. Whenever he took the medicine, Hong Tao's mood was obviously relieved, his temper was much better, and he was indeed much more diligent. For the health of the imperial emperor, Nan felt that it was nothing to suffer a little, so he endured it. Anyway, there was always the day he would get home.

In the third year of Jiaxi in the Southern Song Dynasty, in the autumn of 19th year of the Gregorian calendar, the Jinhe River brought two armed cargo ships and carried more than 300 young black girls back to Jinhe City. This was the gift of the throne presented by Governor Matini to the Emperor of the Jinhe Empire. It would be impossible to avoid it. Another year has passed in a flash, and the empire has been officially established for more than a year. Jinhe Bay is still the same Jinhe Bay. The only change is that there are more shops called supermarkets in the city. The slogans and advertisements posted at their doors and the guys standing at the door shouting add a bit of life to the originally quiet Jinhe City.

"Did you see, I am so cowardly, I don't even have a loess mattress. I have to pay to hire someone to take my luggage, otherwise no one will pay attention to it." Hong Tao looked at the welcoming crowd on the dock and curled his lips to complain to the south. Rather than saying that these people came to welcome their return, they came to pick up their families on the boat, and gave the emperor some face and cheered a few words. The most hateful thing is that the porters on the dock are obviously mostly slaves working, but they even charge labor fees. But after asking who opened the deal, Hong Tao closed his mouth again. This is a state-owned enterprise and is under the management of the Ministry of Transportation, Water Conservancy and Transportation.

"This is admired by all people... Your Majesty paid my money together..." Nan grabbed his beard for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective. He had never seen such an emperor, and he seemed to have never seen one in history. He had to carry a box himself off the boat. The only thing he had to take advantage of than the sailors was that he didn't have to wipe the deck and clean the hygiene.

"Pay? Grandma! I am military supplies, why should I pay for it personally? Langya? Where is the Marine Corps? Clear the yard for me! Block the dock, and no one is allowed to get close!" Of course, the emperor was not happy if he didn't give the emperor face. The emperor was furious and buried a million corpses. Hong Tao's practice was not enough and his power was not that great, but he held the trick of making excuses to harm public and private. These rules were designed by him, and there was no need to think about any loopholes.

In fact, it is not all about loopholes. There are indeed very important materials on the Golden River. The seeds of the plant are no less than the push of shipbuilding to the times. Of course, Hong Tao's main purpose is to save a few porters. He has a lot of luggage. In addition, there are a lot of European books collected from Naples in the South, and the gifts given to him by the nobles. It is definitely not enough for a few rat heads.

"Bai Xiang, take me to see our royal village, not far away?" Early the next morning, Hong Tao ran to Bai Xiang's yard. Bozhu could sail, and Senya knew how to write, but Bai Xiang was a little girl Huali, who knew nothing but spun cloth. So Hong Tao handed over the fields that the royal family deserved to take care of, plant whatever she liked, and she had fun doing things to do, and it was not easy to grow old.

"I grabbed a piece of the best land. Didn't you say that the feng shui of the lower reaches of the Galaxy and Jinhe is not good? Our land is on the top!" Baixiang and Hong Tao have been together even less. Hong Tao's wife married a political marriage. Although he doesn't hate Baixiang, he can't say he likes it. Anyway, the two of them already have a young daughter, which can be considered as completing their own tasks.

"Then stop weaving cloth, take me to see it, I will take you on a horse." Seeing Baixiang's happy expression when he talked to him, Hong Tao felt that he was not a big deal, and he was a wife after all. He could not use people to face the front and not the back. He should come and see it more and accompany them if he has nothing to do.

"Geya went to school in the summer, why did she have to go to school? He didn't need to read a word when he was the leader of Lizhai. I want her to accompany me at home..." Sitting on the horse, leaning against Hong Tao's chest, he felt very good about worshiping Xiang, and planned to make some small requests while Hong Tao was happy.

"No, the child must go to school. If he doesn't recognize words in the future, he will be deceived by others. I will be at home with you!" Even if Hong Tao was so happy, he would not agree to the request of Baoxiang. He had a way to fool his wife.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Wait for us..." The couple was muttering immediately, and a shout suddenly came from behind.

"I don't like him!" Baixiang knew who was shouting without even looking back.
Chapter completed!