Chapter 91 Daughter Katyusha: Dad, why don't you take me to eat French bread?
Huang Xueming waved his sleeves and robe, solemnly performed an ancient salute to Peter, and said:
"Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to the divine grace!"
Sonorous and powerful!
Peter couldn't help but be very happy. The debate between Chinese and Western medicine started in the Republic of China. At that time, it was the two non-professionals Wang Jingwei and Chu Minyi who caused the most serious disputes. Even in modern times, there is no conclusion.
Peter feels that each has his or her own strengths. Since he is the emperor, he can do both Chinese and Western medicine and train a large number of talents for the country. He can’t go wrong.
After Huang Xueming left with a trembling mood, he still could not calm down his mood.
Returning to the manor specially arranged for him, Huang Xueming wrote furiously:
"To my brother, I thought this trip was a journey of exile, but I didn't expect that the Russian Emperor treated me so well. He made me the Minister of Health, and became a second-grade civil servant. He also gave me things that even the Privy Council here can't reach.
that power."
"More importantly than these, the emperor here actually allows me to do whatever I want here. The huge territory and manpower are all at my disposal. My brother, instead of serving the Manchu Qing Dynasty, why don't you come and join me for a while?"
Wouldn’t it be wonderful for Chinese medicine to flourish here?”
"I will send someone to invite my brother. If you are willing, you can bring many people with lofty ideals to come. I will cry with joy!"
Huang Xueming was also accompanied by several translators, and all the envoys who traveled to the Qing Dynasty were at his disposal.
After writing the letter, he asked someone to take the letter to the corresponding address. Huang Xueming couldn't help but look at this foreign sky with his hands behind his hands, as if he could see the seeds of traditional Chinese medicine everywhere.
After talking with Huang Xueming and Vorontsov, Peter thought about what else could be done.
The system has not responded for a long time. Peter has ordered people to secretly test the cement formula, but there is still no result.
Notre Dame-affiliated institutions in various places have also trained many chefs. If a war breaks out, there will be no need to worry about nutrition.
After thinking about it, Peter ordered the establishment of a "Russian Grain Reserve" institution, and then went back.
An emperor is only responsible for issuing orders and directing the overall situation, and naturally does not need to do everything himself.
Returning to the palace where he lived, Peter was greeted by a beautiful woman.
"His Majesty……"
Ekaterina held her stomach and said softly.
Yes, Ekaterina is now 19 years old and she is pregnant.
Queen Elizabeth was overjoyed when she heard this.
My nephew and Ekaterina have been married for several years, and finally there is news.
In order to raise her baby with peace of mind, Ekaterina has resigned from her position as deputy editor and was replaced by Vorontsova.
This matter has been going on for some time. Although Vorontsova's ability is not as good as that of Ekaterina, Ekaterina has paved the way. Vorontsova can just follow the rules.
"Queen, come to your husband's arms."
Peter smiled and stretched out his arms to Ekaterina, and Ekaterina shyly stepped forward and snuggled quietly into Peter's arms.
Peter touched Ekaterina's belly. It was only three months old and he couldn't feel anything.
Peter couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he could still imagine how difficult it was for Ekaterina to prepare for pregnancy.
Peter kissed Ekaterina on the forehead, and Ekaterina kissed her back.
After a moment, the two stood hugging each other, and Peter smiled and said:
"Yeka, I may not be a good husband, but I should be a good father."
Ekaterina didn’t know why and said:
"Your Majesty, of course you are a good husband."
Peter smiled and said nothing. Ekaterina still didn't know that she was not the first person to prepare to have a child. His daughter was already four years old.
Looking at Ekaterina's expression of complete trust, Peter sighed again in his heart, and then smiled and said:
"Yeka, let's continue while we still can."
Ekaterina blushed, looking at His Majesty's longing eyes, she nodded shyly.
Peter liked this about Ekaterina, no matter how many times he passed by her, she would always be shy.
Then there was a gentle breeze and drizzle, and the rain hit the banana trees.
The next day, Peter became a father.
Ekaterina and his child have not yet been born, but he has another place to enjoy the joy of being a father.
In a residential building in Moscow, Katyusha pouted unhappily.
Her father did not come again, and he was always invisible at night. She returned home unhappy and said to her mother Karl:
"Mom, when will daddy live with us?"
Looking at his daughter who is as cute as a doll, Karl showed excited eyes:
"Katyusha, if you want to live with your father, you have to use your best ability. Your father loves you the most. You have to pester your father."
Karl said with bad intentions.
After spending some time in the monastery, Karl gained a demure temperament, but still retained the hotness of his teenage years.
But Peter was the emperor after all, so how could he often spend the night at her place?
Katyusha rolled her eyes and suddenly became happy:
"Okay, Mom, I understand."
Then he looked forward to his father's arrival with great joy.
As the carriage stopped, Peter came to this residential building as Alos, a nobleman of the House of Commons.
Peter originally wanted to arrange for Karl to live in a monastery or a manor. There were nuns serving in the monastery and servants serving in the manor.
But Karl just had enough of living in secluded places and liked the excitement.
Peter followed her.
And he also wanted little Katyusha to have a happy childhood.
Perhaps there was a connection between father and daughter. As soon as Peter got off the carriage, his little head poked out from the upstairs window. It was Katyusha.
Katyusha has a beautiful and delicate face, and under a pair of curved black eyebrows are a pair of mischievous eyes, which are very cute and cute.
Seeing her father arriving, Katyusha covered her mouth in surprise, and then shouted: "Mom, dad is here!"
Then he ran downstairs with a plop, his little body ran up to Peter, and then he whimpered and begged for a hug.
"Dad! Dad!"
Katyusha happily pulled Peter's clothes and jumped three feet high.
Peter smiled and picked up his daughter, put it on his back and walked inside.
Some places nearby have been closely monitored by spies from the Ivanovich faction, but they have also turned into ordinary residents, and no one has noticed it.
There are very few people who know about this matter. Ivanovich is one and the strict-mouthed Mirkovsky is one.
"came back."
Karl met Peter at the door and gave him a hug and a kiss.
Peter smiled and nodded, and Karl gave his daughter a wink as he walked in.
Katyusha showed a arrogant little expression and nodded confidently. Even Karl didn't know how she was going to let Peter stay for one night.
"Dad, is the brown bread delicious?"
It was meal time, Peter was sitting at the main table, tasting black bread, and Katyusha said curiously.
Peter smiled: "Of course it's delicious."
There are no delicacies like the palace here. It is also a novel experience for him, especially it is convenient to understand people's livelihood.
Authentic Russian black bread does not use yeast when making it, but uses old flour to ferment it. It is rich in vitamins. Russians eat black bread every day. If they don't eat it for a day, they will feel sick.
On the battlefield, simply put, black bread is fighting power.
During the Fourth Russo-Turkish War from 1735 to 1739, the supplies of the Russian army failed to be delivered to the Crimean front line in time, so the soldiers fighting there had to collect food everywhere, which greatly affected the progress of the battle.
As an ally of Russia, Prussia also had a deep understanding of the importance of black bread. A Prussian army officer, Christopher von Manstein, recorded the following:
"Here, letting a soldier who is accustomed to sour brown bread eat unleavened bread is enough to reduce his combat effectiveness."
Tasting the black bread commonly eaten by Russian residents, Peter looked at his daughter amusedly.
My daughter's eyes were rolling, not knowing what she was planning.
Seeing that her father was having a good time, Katyusha couldn't help but coquettishly said:
"Dad, there's a French bakery opened nearby. Can you take me to eat? Is that okay?"