Nanming: I can build wonders

"Your Highness, our boarding procedures have not been completed yet. Do you want me to go and inquire?"

Isbrandt asked cautiously.

"Isbrandt, no need."

"We are foreigners, so the procedures do take a little longer."

Princess Gu Lun Wenxian shook her head, and handed him a Dabai by the way, "Try it, I guarantee you will never forget it in your life, it is as sweet as Shaqima."

Saqima was originally a sacrificial item outside the customs. Its name is also transliterated from the Manchu language (sacima). It also has several different writing methods such as saqima, saqima, and shaqima, but in short, they are all the same. thing.

There have been rumors about the origin of Shaqima.

One theory is that the old man selling snacks was knocked down by a horseman, and the next day he made a snack "killing the horseman" to vent his anger.

In another case, when a general was urging for snacks, the cook in the palace accidentally made this thing. When asked his name, he blurted out "Kill the horseman".

There is another saying that during the Qing Emperor Nurhachi's expedition, a general named "Saqima" served snacks on the way. The former was so impressed after eating them that he named them after the general.

To be honest, some people may think that Dabai Free Toffee is not as delicious as Shaqima, but how can Shaqima have Dabai Free Milk Candy that is so easy to carry around?

Put a handful of Dabaiwan in your pocket, and Princess Wen Xian can eat it all afternoon.

Isbrandt hid the precious Dabai in his sleeve, reluctant to eat it, and prepared to taste it slowly.

"Your Highness Princess, I'd better go and ask. Before I came here, I had already learned the elegant dialects of the Ming Dynasty. Listen...'Nixia', 'Crab', 'Selinmu', 'Beibei', 'Niang Xipi' '..."

"It's really well said, very authentic!"

Princess Wen Xian felt that this Dane had good language talent, no wonder he could become a traveler.

From being selected by the mission to being notified to go on the road, Isbrandt only spent more than a month studying at most, right?

She even knows how to say "Niang Xipi".

"Your Highness, are you sure we don't want to ask what's going on?"

Princess Gu Lun Wenxian still shook her head.

"But……"

Danish Isbrandt pointed forward.

I saw a tall young man from the Ming Dynasty, wearing a decent black woolen coat, pulling two cute girls with braids, chatting and laughing, passing the Qing Dynasty Mission to the Ming Dynasty, jumping in line to go through the train verification procedures .

The other people of the Ming Dynasty who lined up seemed to be taking things for granted, and no one made any criticism.

Especially the young people of the Ming Dynasty looked at him with respect.

Even the Ming Dynasty civil servant who went through the formalities was very respectful. After verification, he even stood up and saluted him before opening the gate to let people pass.

"Why do they jump in line!"

Dane Isbrandt was a little angry, especially in front of the goddess.

"Is it because they are citizens of the Ming Dynasty? Or children of the nobles of the Ming Dynasty? Don't they know that the distinguished princess of the Qing Dynasty is queuing up?"

They spoke Rakshasa language, so the people of the Ming Dynasty couldn't understand them. If they did, something might happen.

The Rakshasa envoy who had been to the Ming Dynasty in the mission gave him a popular education: "Stupid Danes, it's not because they are citizens of the Ming Dynasty that they can join our team..."

In the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Ming Dynasty certainly have priority in many things, but when it comes to things like queuing, they still have to be on a first-come, first-served basis.

Generally speaking, we should also pay attention to equality.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for foreigners to move around in Ming Dynasty.

After all, there are too many people in Ming Dynasty.

"Then why can he..."

"Look at the red book in that man's hand, it's the source of his glory."

The Rakshasa envoy who had been to the Ming Dynasty told everyone: "The Ming man holding two little girls held a red book called the "Certificate of Honor for Disabled Soldiers of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty." "With this certificate, in Any time there was a queue, he had the highest level of priority."

"And his copy is inlaid with gold. It came from the Royal Guards of the Ming Dynasty!"

What he said shocked the envoys.

"Do disabled soldiers have this kind of treatment?"

"Not only that, they will receive preferential treatment on various occasions, and the applause and honor will always be with them."

Both the Rakshasa and Manchu people present were a little unbelievable.

Especially the Rakshasa people, for them, soldiers are gray animals.

Danish Isbrandt remembered that there was a disabled veteran soldier from Rakshasa in his expedition group.

That's his cook.

It is said that he lost a leg in the Crimean War.

That was the war when the Crimean Khan invaded. They never expected that the Crimean Tatars had firearms.

He was born and died for Rakshasa, but after the war, he was ruthlessly abandoned by the country.

The so-called pension was only five hundred rubles in silver coins, and almost half of the silver coins went into the pockets of officials.

At that time, the soldier could not find a job anywhere. It was the Danish Isbrandt who was kind and gave him a job as a cook.

This Rakshasa soldier also has no ambition. Whenever he has money, he will buy the cheapest and poorest quality vodka and get himself drunk.

I'm only awake when I'm cooking for tour groups.

After all, he didn't want to lose his job.

As for getting married and having children, it is even more impossible.

In the Rakshasa Kingdom, no girl would choose to marry a one-legged alcoholic old bachelor.

Isbrandt remembered that once, he saw with his own eyes that the cook was walking slowly when avoiding the carriage because of his inconvenient legs and feet, and was whipped and rolled on the ground by the coachman of the nobleman of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

"Mean gray beast!"

This was the first time Isbrandt knew the word.

Isbrandt was furious at that time, and he was still his cook no matter what. He argued with the Rakshasa noble on the spot.

But, if his arm couldn't twist his thigh, how could he, a foreigner, make a huge difference?
So Isbrandt and the cook were both imprisoned.

Fortunately, Queen Sophia came to do a big purge!

The entire Rakshasa Kingdom went crazy!

The nobility was purged.

However, people like Isbrandt who offended the nobles were acquitted and gained the favor of Sophia's new government.

Later, he was sent to the Qing Dynasty.

These past fragments kept coming to mind, and Isbrandt found it difficult to combine the cook rolling around in the cold mud with the well-dressed retired soldier from the Ming Dynasty in front of him, with pride in his brows.

The difference in humanistic care between the two countries is really huge!

"Isbrandt!"

"Ah, Your Royal Highness, I'm sorry, I was distracted, thank you for your understanding!"

Isbrandt came back to his senses, remembered the appearance of the Ming Dynasty retired soldier, and then quickly continued to line up.

Their next stop is Guangzhou.

(End of this chapter)