Chapter 1934 Come, Let's Learn Daming Dialect

A burst of warm greetings came from outside the yard, which surprised the little official.

Say whoever is here, am I the son of heaven?

After seeing Bastian's ugly face, the little official's complacency was thrown away.

As long as people don't try to die, it's hard to die!

So when Fang woke up, the little official went up to greet him and said, "I saw Uncle, just now the messenger said that there is only one person in Daming who can discuss matters."

"That's right!"

Fang Xing cupped his hands casually, and said, "In Daming, His Majesty is the one who decides in the end. I wonder if your envoy would like to discuss with His Majesty the major issues between the two countries?"

This sounded good, but Bastian knew that he didn't have the qualifications, so he lowered his posture and said: "I have been away from Farak for a long time, and I can't sleep because of missing my family, so I am a little anxious."

"Don't worry!"

Fang Xing said with a smile: "Benbo is a little worried now, what if the interpreter plays a trick on it? At that time, there will be a misunderstanding between the two countries, and Daming's anger will burn all the way to Frank, so... the Ministry of Rites is going to send someone to come Do you have any objections to learning the Frankish language and characters?"

Of course Bastian had objections, but he couldn't say it out loud. He forced a smile: "Of course there is no problem, I'm afraid the time is too short to learn well!"

"Then it's not your job."

After getting the consent, Fang Xing bowed his hands and was about to go back, but Bastian said dissatisfiedly: "Your Excellency, can our people learn Ming dialect and writing?"

Fang Xing said straightforwardly: "No problem, when the time comes, the envoy will appoint someone to study, and the Ministry of Rites will naturally send a gentleman to come and promise to do their best."

Well, Fang Xing is not fooling around.

But the difficulty of Ming words and writing...

Fang Xing said with a smile: "This is a good decision. Both your country and ours will benefit from it. I think our cooperation will be endless in the future and we will become each other's most steadfast allies."

Bastian thought he had taken advantage, so he excitedly selected three people from the mission to study Ming culture.

As a reciprocity, the Daming Rites Department also sent three people.

When the person who brought three students to the mission station met the interpreter, the interpreter's complexion turned pale. After the three bowed and saluted, he walked up to the man and said in a low voice: "Then It's the last time, you said, you won't appear in front of me again, you broke the contract, damn it! Do you think I'm a weak person?"

The visitor smiled, but with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, he said in a low voice: "Teach with all your heart, if they don't know how, then we adults will think that you are playing tricks, and the consequences...you should prepare to stay in Daming."

"You devils!" Tong Yi's face turned blue, "Bastian won't agree!"

"If we are the devil, then you are the devil's partner."

The visitor said coldly: "We adults only need you to do your best, understand? If you don't understand, you are not qualified to live in this world."

The interpreter gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know that Bastian will make me dissatisfied?"

The visitor smiled slightly and said, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different."

"Okay, devil, you win!" The interpreter whispered: "But I want benefits, and if there is no benefit, I would rather be hung outside the door by Bastian to dry."

"You are born merchants, that's fine, everything can be exchanged."

The person who came nodded and said, "It will satisfy you."

The negotiation here went smoothly, and the Frank students were also very satisfied because the teacher was very strict.

Strict teachers lead to high-quality apprentices, this principle is applicable both in ancient and modern China and abroad.

In a simple class, three students sit below, and a little old man with a stern face stands above.

"Ahem! The heaven and the earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the meaning of these two sentences is..."

"Ahem! Master said, learn from time to time..."

...

Both sides started to study at the same time. Two days later, the students in the Ministry of Rites were thoughtful. Then I worked hard every night, memorized by rote, and when I came back, the three of them would communicate with each other.

Compare with each other.

But the Frankish mission was overcast.

"It's hard to learn!"

A student's neck was shaking with the rhythm while speaking, "Ming people's writing and language are profound and profound, and a word has different meanings when used in different places, Bastian, it is difficult."

Another student who specializes in language said in frustration: "It's hard to learn, my tongue is almost tied up, but I still can't read the correct pronunciation."

"Can you understand that?"

Bastian asked with his last hope.

The student shook his head and said helplessly, "I don't understand."

...

"The old gentleman's articulation is not clear."

Fang Xing laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and the Jinyiwei Baihu who came to pass the news also couldn't help laughing and said: "That man is a teacher, but his eloquence really made the students despair, most of them ran away later, and finally got mixed up in the etiquette department The errand of copying documents, well, it is said that the handwriting is very good."

"Shenyang has handled this matter very well. As long as the interpreter doesn't expose it, the Franks will have nothing to say."

"Uncle, those people still want books."

Fang Xing's expression changed instantly, and he said coldly, "The Ministry of Rites agrees?"

The Baihu official shook his head and said, "Hu Wei said that he should report this matter to His Majesty."

"Don't give it! I'll go to the palace and talk about it later."

Fang Xing immediately entered the palace, and Zhu Zhanji was waiting for news from the imperial doctor, looking extremely anxious.

"What did the imperial doctor say?"

Probably only Fang Xing dared to ask this question, and Zhu Zhanji didn't think it was disobedient and said casually: "It is said that it is just a few days ago. The queen is in good health, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Just as he was talking, an imperial doctor came, Fang Xing went out for a while avoiding taboo, and after finishing the matter inside, he went in and talked to Zhu Zhanji about it.

"...If they want books, they should be Confucian classics. As for other books, I think..."

Fang Xing said with a murderous look: "Whoever dares to sell... No, no one will sell books to foreigners, then people from the Ministry of Rites will watch over them, whoever dares to eat inside and out, kill him!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded, and pondered: "Who will go..."

"Chen Mo?"

"Chen Mo!"

The two spoke almost in unison, and then smiled at each other, the smile was very...

...

Chen Mo took office as a new official, but he didn't dare to light the fire.

On his first day in office, Hu Wei summoned him.

It was still a simple and honest smile, but this smile made Hu Wei's heart tingle.

——The reputation of the Ministry of Rites will not be ruined by this person, right?

Chen Mo's scalp was numb from being stared at, so he laughed and said, "My lord, what are you doing in the Ministry of Rites?"

Hu Yi rubbed his forehead and said, "I'll give you something, a big one, can you guarantee it?"

"No problem, my lord!"

Immediately, Chen Mo acted out to Hu Wei the determination to smash a big rock in his chest - "My lord, if it is not done well, I will jump off the roof of the Ministry of Rites!"

Jump off the roof of the Ministry of Rites?

Hu Wei dared to bet that the worst result of jumping down would be to break his leg, and this statement was tantamount to perfunctory Shangguan.

He suppressed the sound of rolling, waved his hand lightly and said, "Go, to the Frankish Mission. As for failure... If you fail, don't even think about jumping off the roof, An Lun from East Factory will be waiting for you!"

An Lun's perverted torture ability made all the officials look pale, but Chen Mo didn't know it!

So he went to the mission station with full confidence.

...

The first impression Chen Mo gave Bastian was honesty, so that when he learned that Chen Mo was the head of the Ministry of Rites who was in charge of negotiating the covenant between the two countries with him, he automatically ignored the fact that Chen Mo's official rank was equivalent to humiliating himself.

Good honesty!

Simple and honest people will not make excessive demands!