Wu Mingjin frowned: "You can come, but this county can't?"
"No, no," Wang Ci deeply regretted his unruly words and quickly bowed, "My lord... you are the head of a county and the... guardian of the Ming Dynasty..." The more anxious he became, the harder he could explain, which only made him angry.
Wu Mingjin was very unhappy, thinking that he was scolding him for his righteousness, and his face suddenly darkened.
Wu Mingjin had not had a good impression of Wang Jiayu at first, but now he became even more disgusted with him. He simply snorted and walked away, leaving Wang Ci aside.
Wang Ci originally did not want to attend the reception, but he was short-handed - the county school in Lingao was now supported by Australian subsidies. He finally decided to attend the reception "bearing the humiliation" for the sake of the county's culture.
In fact, Lingao County School has not suffered any "humiliation" in the past two years. On the contrary, under the work of Molixuan, the living environment of the very few old scholars who originally existed in Lingao has been greatly improved. In terms of pen, ink, paper and inkstone,
The Four Books and Five Classics, the most basic scholar's utensils, could not be produced in Lingao in the past. They had to be transported thousands of miles from Qiongzhou and even the mainland. Not only were they expensive, they were also difficult to buy. Nowadays, stationery stores in Dongmen City
The goods are complete and the prices are much lower than in the past. The bookstore sells a wide variety of classics and historical collections, many of which Wang Ci has never seen before on the mainland. The prices are even more unusually low.
The "Molixuan Foundation" managed by Australians provides subsidies for scholars in Lingao and provides operating expenses for the county school and Molixuan Academy. In a sense, Lingao has entered a society that Wang Ci never thought about in the past.
I dare to think about the "golden age" of running schools.
All this made Wang Ci feel deeply humiliated - the Australians suppressed traditional academics or scholars, but he felt at ease - overseas barbarians! He could still maintain a sense of cultural superiority to some extent. But now he felt an indescribable humiliation
Overseas barbarians created miracles one after another in Lingao, but they had nothing to do with the "knowledge" that the scholars were proud of. Wang Ci was influenced by the Confucian thought of "cultivating oneself, harmonizing one's family and governing the country", and believed that
Governing the country and the people is something only scholars can do. Even if you are an invincible force, you can only conquer the world at once and cannot rule the world immediately. This group of Australians who claim to be descendants of the Song Dynasty do not understand any Confucian classics at all and cannot even memorize the Analects of Confucius.
After coming down, he managed a small and barbaric border county in an orderly manner, and all the chronic diseases in the county administration were eliminated.
Wang Ci felt deeply ashamed: he knew that if he were the county magistrate, he would not be able to manage one-tenth of what the Australians did in Lingao - probably not even one percent. The so-called ability to govern a country is just empty talk.
Obviously, the Australians have their own knowledge - they don't pay attention to Confucianism at all, and the various "shows of goodwill" to the local scholars in Lingao are more of a gesture in Wang Ci's opinion.
The local scholars are still unaware of this and think that Australians respect Confucianism. Many people have even become interested in the Australian "Study of Things". The library of Molixuan Academy has added many books on "The Study of Things".
, there are quite a few scholars borrowing it. On weekdays, the Australians also organize scholars to visit farms and factories from time to time, and teach the study of objects on the spot, which attracts many scholars. Such a quiet way of converting barbarians into summers
The tactics made Wang Ci very worried.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and walked inside with the invitation in hand.
There were many people crowding around in the square preparing to enter. Many of them were wearing the short-breasted short-breasted jackets commonly worn by Kun people. From the first day Wang Ci met the Australians, it seemed that they had never worn them.
Other types of clothes. There are also some Kun people who wear unbuttoned double-breasted short coats, and a very small number of people wear short coats with a large piece of the chest open, revealing the inner clothes, and hanging around their necks are various materials, colors and patterns.
Cloth***. Look carefully, this cloth strap is tightly wrapped around the neck.
This was the first time Wang Ci saw Kun Ren dressed up like this, and couldn't help but wonder: wouldn't it be a big deal if someone caught him like this?
Although the real Kun and the fake Kun looked similar, Wang Ci could easily tell them apart - the real Kun looked calm and talked and laughed as usual; the fake Kun had a look of excitement and uneasiness on his face.
.Regardless of whether they were real or fake, everyone had metal plates of different sizes hanging on their chests. Some people even had several of them, shining brightly in the light of the gas lamp.
Of course, what attracted the most attention was the dress of the female concubines. Wang Ci had long heard that the female concubines were boldly dressed and "indecent." At this time, the four or five female senators waiting in line to enter were all wearing revealing clothes.
The skirts covered the lower legs, and some even even the thighs appeared and disappeared. One of the tall girls was wearing a black skirt, revealing two long white legs, and the legs were also wrapped in red fishing nets. The upper body of the clothes was on the side.
Wearing two ribbons hanging on her shoulders, with her breasts half exposed, Wang Ci felt a little excited. A certain organ that had been as gray as a dead wood after years of use in Lingao suddenly became massively congested. This pedantic man blushed and hurriedly
Keep your eyes straight, look at your nose with your eyes, look at your nose with your heart, and don't dare to look at Nu Kun anymore.
Wang Ci slowly walked towards the entrance with the flow of people. There were police to maintain order, and most of the people who came were elders. When the general office issued the notice for the New Year's reception, they specially added the reminder text "Pay attention to order and line up in order." Elders
In Lingao, we are always focusing on improving the "organization" and "discipline" of naturalized people and indigenous people, and we must set an example.
Under the strong encouragement and example of the elders, naturalized people and indigenous people consciously obeyed the queue verification. No matter you are a commoner or an official, the premonition that the "new order" is about to be established makes the common people have a deep understanding of the original officials of the Ming Dynasty.
Losing his respect and fear, Wang Ci saw that Wu Mingjin was also in the queue, lining up behind what looked like a small rural landowner, talking to Wu Ya calmly. He couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry. He was considering whether to go up and scold the bumpkin for being "rude."
", someone has already pushed me on the back.
"Go faster! Don't block the road!"
I knew from the accent of the person behind me that he must be a "fake Kun". I thought that even though I was an idle official, I was still an official of the imperial court, and yet I was scolded by a bumpkin in the street. I couldn't help but blushed with shame and anger, but my body was...
Involuntarily, he followed the team forward.
In contrast, Magistrate Wu was not under any pressure. He had now decided to "do as the Romans do in the country". He had a thick skin and was invincible. He was chatting and laughing with Wu Ya, Wang Zhaomin and others in the team.
At the entrance of the park, in addition to the police, the elders of the General Administration of Political Security will check whether the name on the invitation matches the photo stored in the computer according to the barcode on the invitation. Then they will stamp each one and let them go. The elder can just swipe the "dog tag"
enter.
The entire Lingaojiao Park is brightly lit. The gas street lamps emit dazzling light. A stone road leads the guests to the beach on the seaside. This is used as a casual dining area. A large elevated terrace is built with wooden strips on the beach. On the terrace
A long Western-style dining table has been set up, and on the table are arranged the buffet stove - a special pot for buffets obtained from the Holy Ship restaurant. The buffet stove has an insulation cover, and there is a stove for heating with solid alcohol below - now installed
It must be charcoal. In addition to the stove, there are many large porcelain plates, thermos pots, wooden plates, glassware... They are filled with various dishes, snacks and drinks - even the elders will feel richer than ever before.
A row of charcoal stoves is emitting a mouth-watering "sizzling" sound and a strange aroma. Large pieces of steak, pork chops, chicken chops and fish steaks are being turned on the iron plate, and the smell of spices is so strong.
The nasal mucosa will melt; whole lobsters, oysters, sea fish... are steaming on the iron rack; four or five Lingao suckling pigs, and a dozen roast ducks are hung on iron sticks in the blazing open stove.
The rotating barbecue was going on. The chefs in the cooperative restaurant, canteen and store were busy cooking dishes. It was the first time for them to come into contact with so many ingredients. Especially suckling pig and beef, which are almost invisible on ordinary days.
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Only a few elders knew that the beef was not freshly slaughtered, but taken from the cold storage. As for the source, it was the spoils of war in Chengmai: dead cows, horses, and mules were used to make enema for the soldiers, and injuries were not treated.
The valuable cattle and horses are sent to the meat factory for slaughter, and then they are sorted and frozen for use at the end of the year to celebrate the New Year - there must be a time to improve the food throughout the year.
Zhang Zhixiang, a teacher at Fangcaodi, wears a chef's uniform, an apron, and an executive chef's hat that is taller than all the chefs. He directs the chefs to cook like a general. From time to time, he even goes to stir fry on the iron plate himself.
Grilled steak. The steak is cut into bite-sized pieces according to the Japanese iron plate method before being put on the plate, so that everyone does not have to use knives and forks. He is a first-class chef, and he is certainly better at cooking modern dishes than naturalized ones.
Private chefs need to be smarter.
Zheng Shangjie and Mendoza were also very busy - they were responsible for the Western food cooking. Originally, they wanted to bring Salina and Pan Pan to help with the cooking, but they did not expect that these two genuine Bai Yingxin were both "children of microwave ovens"
": When I was growing up, cooking at home was just to put the lunch box bought in the supermarket into the microwave, put it on the table, and then make a vegetable salad. Salina was embarrassed to say that she could make a sandwich - but soon
There's no sauce here.
"I will prepare the sauce. There is nothing special here, there are many spices." The spice trade was an important commodity in East Asia's maritime trade at that time, and China itself also imported a large amount of spices. Many spices from various sources are stored in the warehouse of the Planning Institute.
The farm also grows its own herbs such as basil for catering use.
"Let me bake some cakes." Pan Pan searched for a long time and came up with the only thing she could make.