I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 200 Daughter Katyusha: Dad, why don't you take me to eat French bread?
Huang Xueming waved his sleeve robe, solemnly performed an ancient salute to Peter, and said:

"Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to the grace!"

Sonorous and powerful!

Peter couldn't help being very happy. The dispute between Chinese and Western medicine had existed since the Republic of China. Back then, it was Wang Jingwei and Chu Minyi, two non-professionals, who fought the most fiercely. It is still inconclusive in modern times.

Peter feels that each has its own strengths. Anyway, he is the emperor, and he can use both Chinese and Western medicine to cultivate talents for the country. There is no mistake.

After Huang Xueming left with a trembling heart, he still couldn't calm down his mood.

Back at the manor specially arranged for him, Huang Xueming wrote vigorously:
"Send me my brother, I thought this trip was a journey of exile, but I didn't expect the Russian emperor to treat me so seriously. He added the Minister of Health and was a civil servant of the second rank. He even gave me the privilege that even the Privy Council here can't match. that power."

"Compared to these, what's more important is that the emperor here has allowed me to use it at will. The huge territory and manpower are all for me. My brother, instead of serving the Manchu Qing, it is better to come and meet with the younger brother for a while. Wouldn’t it be beautiful for Chinese medicine to flourish here.”

"I will send someone to invite my brother. If I wish, I can bring many people with lofty ideals to come. I am so happy that I am crying!"

Huang Xueming also had a few translators with him, and all the missions who had braved the wind and waves to the Qing Dynasty were also dispatched by him.

After writing the letter well, and asking someone to take the letter to the corresponding address, Huang Xueming couldn't help but look at this exotic sky, as if he saw the seeds of Chinese medicine everywhere.

After talking with Huang Xueming and Vorontsov, Peter thought about what else he could do.

The system did not respond for a long time. Peter had ordered someone to secretly experiment with the cement formula, but there was still no result.

Institutions under the jurisdiction of Notre Dame have also trained many chefs. If there is a war, they will not worry about nutrition.

After thinking about it, Peter ordered the establishment of a "Russian grain storage" organization, and then went back.

An emperor is only responsible for giving orders and leading the overall situation, so naturally he doesn't have to do everything himself.

Returning to the palace where he lived, Peter greeted a beautiful woman.

"His Majesty……"

Ekaterina covered her stomach and said gently.

That's right, Ekaterina is now 19, and she's pregnant.

Queen Elizabeth was overjoyed when she heard it.

The nephew and Ekaterina have been married for several years, and finally something happened.

In order to rest assured and support her pregnancy, Ekaterina has resigned from the post of deputy editor-in-chief and will be replaced by Voronzova.

This matter has been going on for some time. Although Voronzova's ability is not as good as that of Ekaterina, Ekaterina has already paved the way, and Voronzova can do whatever she wants.

"Queen, come into my husband's arms."

Peter smiled and stretched out his arms to Ekaterina, and Ekaterina stepped forward shyly and nestled quietly in Peter's arms.

Peter touched Ekaterina's belly. It was only three months old and he couldn't feel anything.

Peter couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and now he could still imagine how difficult it was for Ekaterina to get pregnant.

Peter kissed Ekaterina on the forehead, and Ekaterina kissed back.

After a while, the two embraced and stood, Peter smiled and said:

"Yeka, I may not be a good husband, but I should be a good father."

Ekaterina didn't understand, so she said:

"Your Majesty, of course you are a good husband."

Peter smiled and said nothing. Ekaterina still doesn't know that she is not the first person to have a baby. His daughter is already four years old.

Looking at Ekaterina's expression of complete trust, Peter sighed again in his heart, then smiled and said:

"Yeka, let's continue while it's still possible."

Ekaterina blushed, looking at His Majesty's longing eyes, she nodded shyly.

That's what Peter liked about Ekaterina, no matter how many times he passed by, she was always shy.

Then there was a light wind and drizzle, and the rain hit the plantains.

The next day Peter became a father.

Ekaterina and his child were not yet born, but he had another place to enjoy fatherhood.

In a residential building in Moscow, Katyusha pouted with displeasure.

Her father did not come again, and her father was always invisible at night. She returned home unhappy and said to her mother Karl:

"Mom, when will Dad live with us?"

Looking at his daughter who is as cute as a doll, Carl showed excited eyes:

"Katyusha, if you want to live with your father, then you have to use your skills. Your father loves you the most, so you have to pester your father."

Carl said maliciously.

After spending a period of time in the monastery, Karl has a demure temperament, but he still retains the hotness of his teenage years.

But Peter is the emperor after all, how could he often spend the night with her?

Katyusha rolled her eyes and suddenly became happy:
"Okay, Mom, I see."

Then he looked forward with joy to his father's arrival.

As the carriage stopped, Peter came to this residential building as Alos, a nobleman of the House of Commons.

Peter originally wanted to arrange for Karl to live in a monastery or a manor. There are nuns serving in the monastery and servants serving in the manor.

But Karl has lived in a secluded place enough and likes to be lively.

Peter followed her.

And he also wanted little Katyusha to have a happy childhood.

Perhaps the father and daughter had a good understanding. When Peter got off the carriage, a small head poked out from the upstairs window. It was Katyusha.

Katyusha has a beautiful and delicate face, under a pair of curved black eyebrows is a pair of mischievous eyes, and the Wuling is very lovable.

Seeing her father arriving, Katyusha covered her mouth in surprise, and then shouted: "Mom, Dad is here!"

Then he ran down the stairs with a plop, his small body ran up to Peter, and then whimpered fiercely, begging for a hug.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Katyusha happily pulled Peter's clothes and jumped three feet high.

Peter picked up his daughter with a smile, put his back on his back and walked inside.

And some places nearby have been closely monitored by the spies sent by Ivanovic, but they have also turned into ordinary residents, and no one feels it.

Few people know about this matter, Ivanovic is one, and the strict-mouthed Milkovsky is one.

"came back."

Carl greets Peter at the door, giving him a hug and a kiss.

Peter smiled and nodded, and Carl gave his daughter a wink as he walked in.

Katyusha showed a proud little expression and nodded confidently. Even Karl didn't know how she planned to let Peter stay for the night.

"Dad, is the black bread delicious?"

It was time for the meal, and Peter was sitting on the main seat, tasting the black bread. Katyusha said curiously.

Peter smiled: "Naturally delicious."

It is also a novel experience for him without the delicacies and delicacies of the imperial palace, especially it is convenient to understand people's livelihood.

Authentic Russian black bread does not use yeast when making it, but is fermented with old flour, which is rich in vitamins. Russians eat black bread every day, and they will feel uncomfortable if they don’t eat it for a day.

On the battlefield, simply put, black bread is combat effectiveness.

In the Fourth Russo-Turkish War from 1735 to 1739, the supplies of the Russian army could not be delivered to the Crimean front in time, so the soldiers fighting there had to collect food everywhere, which greatly affected the battle process.

As an ally of Russia, Prussia also had a deep understanding of the importance of black bread. A Prussian army officer Christopher von Manstein recorded the following:
"Here, letting a soldier accustomed to sour black bread eat matzo is enough to make him less effective."

Tasting the black bread commonly eaten by Russian residents, Peter looked at his daughter with a smile.

The daughter's eyes rolled around, wondering what the hell she was thinking.

Seeing her father enjoying the meal, Katyusha couldn't help coquettishly saying:
"Dad, there's a French bakery near here. Dad will take me to eat, okay? Okay?"

(End of this chapter)