A warm greeting came from outside the yard, which surprised the little official.

Who said that someone will arrive? Am I the son of God?

After seeing Bastian's ugly expression, the little clever smugness was thrown away.

As long as a person does not commit suicide, it will be difficult to die!

So when Fang woke up, the little official came forward and said, "I have met Master Bo, but the envoy said that there was only one person in the Ming Dynasty who could discuss matters."

"That's right!"

Fang Xing bowed his hand casually and said, "In the Ming Dynasty, only Your Majesty will decide in the end. I wonder if the envoy is willing to discuss the major affairs between the two countries with Your Majesty?"

This sounds nice, but Bastian knew that he did not have the qualification, so he lowered his posture and said, "I have been away from Farac for a long time. My longing for my family has made me unable to fall asleep, so I feel a little anxious."

"Don't worry!"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Brother Ben is worried now. What if that translator makes trouble from it? At that time, a misunderstanding occurs between the two countries, and the anger of the Ming Dynasty will burn all the way to the Franks. So... the Ministry of Rites is preparing to let someone learn the Frankish language and writing. Can the envoy have any objections?"

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

"That's not a high-ranking man."

After receiving the approval, Fang Xinggong bowed and prepared to go back, but Bastian said dissatisfiedly: "Emperor, can our people learn Ming dialect and words?"

Fang Xing said cheerfully: "No problem. At that time, the Ministry of Rites will naturally send a gentleman to ensure that he can do his best."

OK, Fang Xing is not fooling him.

But the difficulty of Daming dialect and text...

Fang Xing said with a smile: "This is a good decision. Both of us will benefit from it. I think our cooperation will be omnipotent in the future and become each other's most determined ally."

Bastian thought he had taken advantage of it, so he excitedly selected three people from the mission to specialize in learning the Ming culture.

As a reciprocal, the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty also sent three people.

When the person who came to the mission station with three students met with Tongzhi, Tongzhi's expression turned pale. After the three of them bowed to the ceremony, he walked to the man and whispered: "That is the last time. What you said will not appear in front of me again. You have breached the contract. Damn it! Do you think I am a weak person?"

The visitor smiled, but his eyes were filled with dangerous light, and he whispered: "Teach them all, they won't, then we adults will think that you are making trouble, and the consequences...you should stay in the Ming Dynasty."

"You devils!" Tong Yi's face turned blue with anger, "Bastian would not agree!"

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

The visitor said coldly: "As long as we sir, do you understand? If you don't understand, you are not qualified to live in this world."

General Translator gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know that Bastian will make me feel uneasy?"

The visitor smiled and said, "If you are not a race, your heart will be different."

"Okay, devil, you won!" Tongyi whispered: "But I want the benefit, there is no benefit I would rather be hung outside the door and dried by Bastian."

"You are born businessmen, and that's great, everything can be exchanged."

The visitor nodded and said, "It will satisfy you."

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

A strict teacher produces a high disciple, and this principle is common in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

In a simple class, three students sat down, and a stern-faced old man stood on it.

"Ahem! The world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is vast. The meaning of these two sentences is..."

"Cough cough! Master said, learn and practice it from time to time..."

...

The two sides started to learn simultaneously. Two days later, the students of the Ministry of Rites thought about it. Then they worked hard every night and memorized it by rote. When they came back, the three of them would communicate and compare with each other.

But the Frank mission was covered with clouds.

"It's not easy to learn!"

A student's neck shaking with the rhythm while speaking, "The words and language of Ming people are profound and profound. One word is used in different places and means differently. Bastian is difficult."

Another student who specializes in language said frustratedly: "It's hard to learn, and his tongue is almost knotted, but he still cannot read the accurate pronunciation."

"Can you understand?"

Bastian asked with his last hope.

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

...

"That old man is speechless."

Fang Xing was so angry that he was almost breathless. The Jinyiwei Baihu who came to communicate the news also held back and said, "That person is a teacher, but his speech really made the students desperate. Later, most of them ran away and finally got a job of copying documents in the Ministry of Rites. Well, one handwriting is said to be very well written."

"This matter in Shenyang is very good. As long as the translation is not exposed, the Franks have nothing to say."

"Brother, those people still want books."

Fang Xing's face changed suddenly, and he said coldly: "Has the Ministry of Rites agreed?"

The official of a hundred households shook his head and said, "Hu Yi said this and told Your Majesty."

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

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

"What do you say about the imperial doctor?"

This is probably only Fang Xing dared to ask, and Zhu Zhanji said casually, "It's been just these few days. The queen is in good health, so there shouldn't be any big problem."

As he was talking, an imperial doctor came, Fang Xing went out in a hurry. After finishing the matter, he went in and told Zhu Zhanji about this.

"...If they want books, then let's have Confucian classics. As for other books, I think..."

Fang Xing said with some murderous intent: "Who dares to sell... no, no one can sell books to Gentiles, then the people from the Ministry of Rites must be watched by them. Who dares to scatter and kill him!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and pondered: "Who will let you go..."

"Chen Mo?"

"Chen Mo!"

The two of them spoke almost in unison, and then smiled at each other, smiling very much...

...

Chen Mo took office, but he did not dare to light the fire.

On the first day of taking office, Hu Yi summoned him.

It was still a honest smile, but this smile made Hu Yi feel numb.

The reputation of the Ministry of Rites will not be destroyed in the hands of this person, right?

Chen Mo was staring at her scalp and smiled and said, "Sir, what are the officials doing in the Ministry of Rites?"

Hu Yi covered his forehead and said, "Can you give me something big, can you guarantee that you can do it well?"

"No problem, sir!"

Chen Mo immediately made Hu Yi's determination to break the big stone in his chest. "Sir, if it is not done well, the subordinate will jump off the roof of the Ministry of Rites!"

Jump down from the roof of the Ministry of Rites?

Hu Yi dared to bet that the worst result of jumping down was just a broken leg, and this statement was equivalent to perfunctory Shangguan.

He suppressed the roll and waved his hand gently, "Go, the Frank delegation. As for failure... If it fails, don't think about jumping on the roof. Anlun from the East Factory will wait for you!"

Anlun's perverted torture ability made all officials look disgusted, but Chen Mo didn't know!

So he went to the mission station with full confidence.

...

Chen Mo's first impression on Bastian was that he was so honest that when he learned that Chen Mo was the head of the Ministry of Rites who was responsible for discussing the alliance with him, he automatically ignored the fact that Chen Mo's official rank was equivalent to humiliating himself.

It’s good to be honest!
Chapter completed!