Lord Moyu was forced to open

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister of Great Britain has entered Bianjing."

In the pavilion in the center of Chunfeng Pond.

Zhao Junzheng and Zhang Zheng sat opposite each other, playing chess, each holding black and white pieces.

After receiving the news that Qiu Ji'er had entered Bian Jing, Wang Huai'en immediately conveyed the news to Zhao Jun.

After hearing the news, Zhao Junluozi paused, but after a moment he put it down without hesitation, then he picked up the tea beside him, took a sip and asked:

"What was the reaction of the Prime Minister of Great Britain when he first came to our Bianjing?"

Wang Huai'en recalled the description in the intelligence and replied with a strange expression: "According to the intelligence, the Prime Minister of Great Britain behaved like...like..." after coming to Bian Jing.

Zhao Jun raised his eyebrows: "Like what?"

Wang Huai'en smiled bitterly: "It's like a countryman coming to the city.

Your Majesty, do you still remember the Dream of the Red Chamber that you asked the troupe to rehearse when you were in Yunzhou County?"

Zhao Jun nodded doubtfully, and then said, "I remember, I remember that the troupe rehearsing Dream of the Red Chamber is now one of the best in the entire Song Dynasty, right?
Why did you suddenly bring this up? "

Wang Huai'en explained: "If I have to use one person to describe the Prime Minister of Great Britain, I can only use Granny Liu from the scene where Granny Liu enters the Grand View Garden.

The Prime Minister is curious about everything and puzzled about nothing.

Originally, it would take at most half an hour to reach the embassy after entering Bianjing, but due to the Prime Minister's curiosity, it took about an hour longer than scheduled."

Hearing this, Zhao Jun suddenly had a picture in his mind.

He immediately smiled and shook his head, saying: "I have already told you that no matter where our Song Dynasty is, it is already an enviable place.

There are still many places in this world where life is worse than that of our Song Dynasty.

The king is accompanying me. "

"The slave is here!"

Wang Huai'en quickly responded.

Zhao Jun asked with a strange smile on his face, "What does the Prime Minister of Great Britain wear?"

Wang Huai'en was stunned when he heard this. Why did he suddenly ask about clothes?

But he immediately recalled the information and replied:

“The Prime Minister’s top is okay, it looks like a vest.

But the lower body is..."

Wang Huai'en frowned, and then said: "The Prime Minister of Great Britain seems to be wearing a skirt.

There was also a white mesh-like thing and shoes with very high heels. The Prime Minister seemed to be short, but after wearing those shoes, he was almost as tall as Master Huang Ji. "

Zhao Jun immediately thought to himself, "As expected."

Even the things that should have come out in the parallel world have already come out, and I believe their uses are the same as the original ones.

Zhao Jun immediately said to Zhang Zheng, who was thinking about his move, in a teasing tone, "Lord Zhang, do you know why these Europeans wear such high shoes?"

How could Zhang Zheng know this question? I thought about it for a moment and then answered uncertainly: "Isn't this the custom of their nation?"

He could only think this way, and that was all he could think of.

Apart from this, Zhang Zheng really couldn't think of any other reason.

Zhao Jun laughed and explained, "No, they wear high heels not because of custom, but to avoid the shit on the ground."

"what?"

Zhang Zheng was stunned by this answer for two or three seconds, and then he asked with a stammer: "Your Majesty, this...what do you mean?" Zhao Jun didn't keep him in suspense, and explained with a smile: "Europeans don't have incense carriers who collect toilet buckets in the morning like we do.

After using their toilets at night, they would open the windows and empty the toilets outside the building in the morning.

If you are lucky, it won't hit anyone, but will just splash shit all over the ground. If you are unlucky, you may get shit on your head early in the morning.

So in order to avoid becoming that lucky person, many Europeans carry an umbrella over their heads when they go out in the morning, regardless of whether the weather is sunny or rainy, just to prevent feces falling from the sky.

The very high shoes they wear are called high heels. Since their feces are scattered all over the place, there are no incense carriers on the streets to deal with and take these things away.

So as time went by, their city was filled with feces and urine.

If you wear flat shoes, there is a high chance that you will step into shit.

So they invented these high heels, so that they could walk freely in the city full of excrement without stepping into a hole of shit. "

After listening to Zhao Jun's explanation, Zhang Zhen was completely stunned.

He thought that these red barbarians might not be very civilized.

But he originally thought that this was just a reckless and reckless character, but he never expected that these red barbarians could be so dirty.

The whole city was filled with feces and urine.

How can people live in a city like this?

The smell alone is enough to make people unbearable. How do all the people in this city survive here?
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Zheng still asked with some doubt: "Is what your majesty said true? Is Europe really like this? Is it just a few cities occasionally?"

Zhao Jun shook his head and continued, "In their religious beliefs, they believe that filth can help them prevent disease, so they ignore this situation and even feel very happy about it.

In addition, their princesses and noble children usually wear a kind of puffy skirt, which is a skirt with a large hem. The reason for wearing this skirt is not for etiquette or beauty, but to make it convenient for their women to defecate in the street. "

"What? A woman also poops in the street?"

Zhang Zheng couldn't believe it, but Zhao Jun nodded heavily.

"Zhang Aiqing, now you understand how barbaric the Europeans are, right?"

Zhang Zheng nodded with a wry smile. His Majesty's words today really broadened his horizons for him.

I didn't expect that Europa, which looks nothing special, would look like this inside.

Seeing Zhang Zheng's speechless expression, Zhao Jun suddenly burst into laughter.

The more he laughed, the more speechless Zhang Zheng became. And the more speechless Zhang Zheng became, the more he wanted to laugh.

It almost became a cycle.

With the last move, the black pieces have formed a big dragon, completely surrounding the white pieces.

Zhao Jun slowly stood up, stretched his back and said, "Zhang Aiqing, you lose."

"Your Majesty is an excellent chess player!"

Zhang Zhengshun answered perfunctorily.

"You, you, you!"

Zhao Jun nodded, and then said: "Okay, it's time for Lord Zhang to go back. Tomorrow we will have a good meeting with this subordinate from Great Britain. Lord Zhang must conserve his energy tonight and strive to gain more benefits for the Song Dynasty tomorrow."

"Your Majesty, don't worry!"

They parted ways and went home.

But after returning home, Zhao Jun began to stroke his chin and ponder again. Can he knock more tomorrow?
...(End of chapter)