The tofu puffs arrived, steaming hot.

"There is coriander on the table, you can take it and put it on your own." The waiter greeted enthusiastically and hurried to other tables.

Looking at the green coriander on the table, Sun Chengzong shook his head helplessly again.

During the Tianqi period, eating green vegetables in the winter was a treat only for the emperor.

How can there be an ordinary breakfast stall like now, where a big bowl of coriander is placed, and anyone can eat as much as they want.

Twenty years ago, even the emperor did not receive such treatment.

I was in a trance when I suddenly heard a clear child's voice.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!

Great victory on the Western Front!

The Marines landed in the hometown of Napoleon, the leader of thieves, and beheaded all the thieves they encountered.

Sell ​​newspapers!

Sell ​​newspapers!”

Sun Chengzong's eyes were hooded, and he pointed at the newsboy selling newspapers.

"Quick! Buy me a newspaper and come back quickly."

Sun Chengzong was not only excited, the whole street was boiling.

People surrounded the boy selling newspapers. He stuffed the copper in his hand, took out a newspaper and ran away.

The guard company commander was tall and strong. He rushed in using his body, threw down a silver dollar, grabbed a stack of newspapers and ran away.

"give change……!"

"No more!"

The guard company commander flushed with excitement and handed a stack of newspapers to Sun Chengzong.

"Glasses!" Sun Chengzong shouted.

Sun Quan cowardly replied: "I didn't bring it!"

"You!" Sun Chengzong was about to get angry when he heard a young man at the table next to him shout.

"Okay! Okay! Fuck his grandma's yellow-haired man, now even their emperor's hometown is occupied by us.

We are tired of fighting with our Ming Dynasty!"

"That's right! Fighting with our Ming Dynasty is just boring. Who doesn't know that our commander is an invincible general.

I think the Tatars back then were so powerful that they were beaten to ashes by the general.

I'm a young man who can't read. Just read it...!"

Sun Chengzong withdrew the hand that was about to hit his son, put his hands behind his hands and closed his eyes, preparing to listen to the young man reading the newspaper.

No one was eating breakfast at this time, everyone was looking at the young man eagerly.

"Ahem...!" The young man seemed to enjoy the feeling of being noticed.

"The French thief Napoleon, his hometown is in a place called Corsica.

Two days ago, our Ming Marine Corps successfully landed on the island and occupied the island tower...Vignano and the city of Tavignano."

"What? There is a city on the island. It's quite a big island."

"Haha! The emperor's hometown has been occupied by us, so what a waste of time in this battle."

"I think the fight should be finished after the Chinese New Year."

"I think I can finish it before the end of the year."

"I heard that there are millions of yellow-haired people, and they will have to fight until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month no matter what."

"We, the soldiers of tomorrow, don't have to wait until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month or the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to win and return the country."

The onlookers cheered and speculated that the war would end soon.

Some people have already begun to fantasize about going to Europe to dominate after the war.

"It was said in the newspaper a few days ago that our Ming Dynasty won this battle, and everyone will be a master in Europe."

"Get out of here, sir. You're such a bear. You'll be a disgrace to us Ming people even when you get to Europe."

"Hahaha!"

"I heard that those yellow-haired ladies in Europe...!"

Sure enough, when a group of men were together, the topic couldn't be separated from women and gambling.

Sun Chengzong smiled and slapped Sun Quan, who was listening with great interest: "Drink quickly!

It’s all cold!”

Sun Quan helplessly began to drink tofu nao with his head down. He was slapped by his father even when he was over sixty years old. Not everyone can have this blessing.

After breakfast, Sun Chengzong wandered back.

A large group of guards followed him, and until they returned to the villa in Yuquan Mountain, Sun Chengzong sat in the study and read the newspaper very seriously.

"Dad! Maybe this battle can be finished around the Chinese New Year."

Sun Quan stood aside and waited...

"You are not even half as good as your son, but with this knowledge, you are praised as a county magistrate!" Sun Chengzong didn't even take his eyes off the newspaper.

"...!" Sun Quan wanted to slap himself in the face, but he couldn't hear any good words from his father.

"What? Not convinced?

The combined population of Europe is almost 50 million, which is more than the combined population of our Ming dynasties.

Where is the commander?

We also don’t want the people to live a hard life and insist on keeping the ratio of soldiers to civilians low.

More than 200 ordinary people supported a soldier fighting at the front.

With our Ming Dynasty's current national strength, we can still afford it.

European!

Haha! A dozen or dozens of people support a soldier.

There are millions of troops on the front line, plus workers who transport materials and supplies to the troops and arsenal workers.

I'm afraid this number is tens of millions of people!

Now we are on the Western Front, but we only have 500,000 or 600,000 troops. We have to deal with an enemy that is ten times our size.

If it weren't for the Russians, plus my Ming Dynasty has sharp armor.

Perhaps, we have already lost.

It was precisely after Li Xiu saw this that he took the risk of landing in Corsica.

Napoleon didn’t want his hometown to fall, so he divided his forces to resist.”

"That Corsica island still has a city, and that tower is called something like that...!"

“Tavignano!

Every day you learn nothing and lose your skills."

Sun Chengzong glanced at his son angrily!

"No!" Sun Quan couldn't argue with his father, so he could only sneer at him.

"Why……!

Fortunately, our family has become clean, otherwise what would have happened.

You go out, I'll be alone for a while."

Sun Chengzong looked at his eldest son helplessly!

Now the only thing the Sun family can count on is Sun Zhijie, who is far away in the Middle East.

It seems that in the last letter, Sun Zhijie was still saying that he was preparing an army to attack Baghdad.

After thinking about it for a while, Sun Chengzong picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Sun Zhijie.

After thinking about it for a long time, scribbling and rewriting, I finally finished the letter.

After copying it, I dried the ink, sealed the envelope, and added my own wax.

Called Sun Quan again!

"Send Sanfang Zhiyu to Basra and hand this letter to Zhijie in person."
Chapter completed!