He Ruixue also felt very emotional. When the country was first founded, its international status was not strong and the situation of international students was also difficult.
With no one to support him outside, he is often the one who swallows his anger when encountering problems.
If something similar happened now, would they dare to just brush it off?
At worst, he can go to the embassy and cry. It can be handled in a few days.
"And then, you won't let them go, will you?"
"Why, am I a very tolerant and generous person?"
Jiang Yanxu raised his eyebrows, "I deliberately designed a good play for them to rob me of my money and kill me. Obviously, God will still protect me when I really encounter danger.
Those guys reaped the fruits of their own actions and were beaten up by the locals. Two of them were seriously injured, and one was disabled. Their end was truly miserable.”
Jiang Yanxu spoke in a very ordinary tone, making sarcastic remarks.
However, those little devils did help him test the scope of his own misfortune.
Enemies who didn't have much interaction with him would usually suffer a few days of moderate bad luck after attacking him, and the specific duration varied depending on the impact on him.
Only when his life is truly endangered will there be a strong backlash.
"So I want to serve my country but I'm powerless. Using my own life to plot against others is not only not guaranteed to succeed but also dangerous. The feasibility of implementing it is really not high.
Besides, how much hatred do I have to have for half the country to want to kill me?"
He Ruixue skipped the topic and became curious about his life abroad. "Where do you live abroad? A dormitory?"
"No, I'm renting a room in someone else's house. The room is only 12 square meters, with the kitchen and bedroom together. For the sake of respectability, they don't even allow the bed to be placed in the living room.
Do you know a sleeping box? It looks like an upside-down wardrobe from the outside, but when you open the door, it's a bed.
It was so narrow inside that I couldn't turn over, and there was no ventilation. I felt like I was sleeping in a coffin."
Jiang Yanxu shook his head. "I heard that some people's bed boxes can accommodate a family of five. How do they cram them in? Aren't they afraid that they won't grow taller?"
Bed boxes were quite common in Europe from the Middle Ages to the early 20th century, but the width of the boxes varied, and some were carved and painted on the outside, while others were plain.
It is far different from the ancient Qiangong Babu bed. Theirs is a bed that is a room, but theirs is a box that is a bed.
The narrow, dark space, with only a few breathing holes at the top, still posed a risk of suffocation.
But at that time, both the poor and the nobles liked this kind of bed very much, because of its high degree of privacy and small space.
The temperature in Europe is generally low. This fully enclosed bed can keep in heat, save a lot of firewood, and allow people to sleep well.
"The small size of the place I live in is secondary. The main thing is that the food is really... well, what's so good about that bread? It's so hard that it can be used as a brick.
It's either sweet soup or stew, and the meat is always half-cooked and bloody. What's the difference between eating raw meat and drinking blood and being a savage? I didn't eat this badly when I was in the mountains."
Recalling those darkest years, Jiang Yanxu felt sympathy for himself.
Perhaps it was his immense desire to return home that stimulated his thirst for learning, allowing him to complete a four-year course in just two years.
On the day he received the certificate, he packed up all his belongings, took a few pieces of clothes and couldn't wait to buy a boat ticket back home.
After negotiating with the landlord, he left all the furniture and kitchen utensils with him, and the other party was willing to refund a few more marks of the deposit.
As he boarded the ship, he hoped the next occupant wouldn't throw away his homemade soybean paste, mistaking it for spoiled beans.
After he finished complaining, he added, "But the church there is pretty good. You can go there when you have some free time. I'll take you to visit the old school."
He Ruixue imagined him walking around in a church in his Taoist robes and found it hilarious. "You, a local Taoist priest, openly went to a foreign country to preach. Aren't you afraid that their God will drive you out?"
"It's okay. Our systems are different. Their Western God can't control the Taoist priests in the East. Why should we be afraid of him?"
As he spoke, a small bamboo box took shape in his hands.
It was much more exquisite than the bamboo basket he had woven yesterday. Several bamboo poles were used as supports for the four corners and the frame. The bamboo strips were dense and tight, standing firmly on the ground. There was even a bamboo lid on top.
The two did nothing in the afternoon and just chatted about everything, including the gossip they heard in life.
But the number of people Jiang Yanxu came into contact with was very limited, and most of them were listening to what He Ruixue said.
Listening to her talk about the people in the yard and her relatives in her hometown, she talked about her family the most. This also gave him a deeper understanding of the people he would be living with day and night in the future.
As they were chatting, Jiang Yanxu said that the hawthorn cake should be ready. He took back the lunch box, scraped it around with a thin bamboo stick, turned it upside down on a plate, and it was easily removed from the mold.
The shiny red cake looks even more tempting when cut into small square pieces.
He Ruixue picked up a piece and tasted it. It had a very solid texture, sour and sweet, with a strong hawthorn flavor, as if a whole string of candied haws were condensed together.
They each ate two pieces and then stopped, as eating too much would cause toothache.
At dinner, he showed off his cooking skills again, making the pheasant taste like a free-range chicken. The soup with various mushrooms was especially delicious, making people want to swallow it.
The chicken was not small, and even with the hawthorn cake to whet their appetite, they only ate half of it for dinner.
The rest was used as breakfast the next day. I added some noodles and wild vegetables and two bowls of hot chicken noodle soup were served.
He Ruixue just focused on eating and only gave him a thumbs up after she finished.
It takes real talent to be able to make dried noodles that are as good as hand-rolled noodles.
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