Due to the rich fish resources in the Sea of ​​Japan and the unique eating habits and cooking methods, freshwater fish are not favored by the Japanese, who think the earthy smell is too strong. Few people catch freshwater fish, which has caused many streams in Japan to be overrun with freshwater fish, which are numerous and stupid.
Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei stood in a clear stream that was less than ten centimeters deep. Dense swarms of sweetfish [very similar to black carp and silver carp] swam around their feet. Nan Yi seized the opportunity and lifted his feet, and a sweetfish lay on the back of his feet without any struggle.
Nan Yi raised his toes and the sweetfish immediately flew up. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The fish was in Nan Yi's hand. It was too easy to catch.
When Nan Wuwei saw that Nan Yi had caught a fish, he immediately bent down, put his hands into the water, aimed at the fish, and clasped his hands together, and the fish was caught.
He stood up, held the fish in one hand and showed it to Nan Yi. Nan Wuwei said with a smile: "Dad, the fish here are so stupid, they are easy to catch."
"It's so stupid."
Nan Yi responded and looked upstream and downstream of the stream. There was a big drop in height between the upstream and downstream. The stream water was clear and fast-flowing. The fish that grew in such waters usually tasted good.
"Dad, is this fish delicious?"
"Dad hasn't eaten it either, so I can't answer you." Nan Yi responded, then turned to the school beauty on the other side and said, "School beauty, go call Wu Maowengding over."
Baoguo Migu recruited many Burmese people, including both Chinese and pure Burmese. Wu Maowengding is a Burmese.
Soon, the school beauty called someone over.
"Wu Mao Wengding, have you ever eaten this kind of fish?" Nan Yi showed the sweetfish in his hand.
The school beauty relayed Nan Yi's question to Wu Mao Weng Ding, and then relayed Wu Mao Weng Ding's answer to Nan Yi, "Nan Sheng, Wu Mao Weng Ding said that this kind of fish tastes very good, and they often catch it to eat."
"Oh, ask him again if he is happy working here?" Nan Yi nodded and said.
"He said he was very happy and thankful that his boss rescued him and gave him a good job."
"As long as you are happy." Nan Yi nodded and said, "School Belle, tell him to bring some people to buy some beer, and give each worker two bottles."
After listening to the school beauty's retelling, Wu Mao Wengding smiled at Nan Yi. When he saw Nan Yi waving his hand, he left happily.
Baoguo Migu is engaged in agriculture and animal husbandry, and the workers are definitely not treated badly in terms of food. They can eat as much vegetables, meat, and fish as they want. Although they can't eat anything good, they will definitely not lack nutrition. However, the supply of alcohol is relatively scarce, less than 1.5 times a month on average, and the workers are usually very craving for alcohol.
The backbone of the workforce of Baoguo Migu are Burmese. If it were not for the need to communicate and deal with the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare, Nan Yi really wanted to not use any Japanese workers at all. The Burmese are simply too cheap.
It doesn't seem quite right to say that it's cheap. After all, they are provided with food and accommodation, and are paid 200 US dollars a month. This salary level is not too low even in China, let alone Myanmar.
Nan Yi has inquired and found out that Chinese people in New York who wash dishes in Chinese restaurants earn between 300 and 600 US dollars a month, with food provided but not accommodation. And the worst basement in New York cannot be rented for just 100 US dollars a month.
However, a monthly salary of 200 US dollars is not enough in Japan. The overall salary in Japan has increased again this year. Working as a laborer on a construction site can earn 12,000 yen a day, and 200 US dollars is only two days' salary. Even if a "black person" works on an illegal construction site, he can earn 7,000 or 8,000 a day.
The reason why Mi Gu dares to pay such low wages to the Burmese is that this wage level is already very high in Myanmar. After working for two years and returning to his hometown, Wu Maowengding and others can immediately become small rich men.
The second reason is that the Burmese people working here have a special identity. They were not recruited from Myanmar, but "rescued" from fishing boats dozens of kilometers away from the coastline of Myanmar.
Myanmar has not been peaceful since the 1960s. The various states have been fighting each other, and survival is difficult. Many people have smuggled into other Southeast Asian countries, and the relatively wealthy Myanmar is their preferred destination.
However, the human traffickers who help them smuggle are not necessarily decent people. Not only do they have to clean out the human traffickers before they can get on the smuggling boat, but they also may not do the job after receiving the money. Instead of sending the people to the Lu State, they sell them on "fishing boats" as slaves.
Their life on the fishing boat was not easy. They fished day and night, had very little sleep, and ate only leftovers, and in small quantities. Anyone who dared to sleep or eat the caught fish would be severely beaten.
Just like the special forces training, there is the so-called Hell Week on the fishing boat. When the new slaves first get on board, they are not allowed to sleep or eat, and have to work twenty-four hours a day. Some of them can't bear it and fall into the sea, while others can't survive a week and become sick and are thrown into the sea.
Those who can survive a week are strong and can endure hardships. These people are called "perpetual motion slaves". They cannot rest except for sleeping. They have to work all the time, and they don't sleep every day.
Only when the catch is poor do the perpetual slaves have the opportunity to sleep for more than 2 hours. Normally, they only have the opportunity to doze off for half an hour every 36 hours.
Under such harsh conditions, slaves usually could not survive more than three months, and the fishing boat owners did not need them to survive more than three months, because if a person wanted to live well, he had to do heavy labor. Nutrition aside, at least people had to be well fed.
But the fishing boat owners did the math and realized that the cost of keeping the slaves well fed and able to work for a long time would be less than using them intensively for three months and then buying a new batch of slaves. Wow, the cost control is really good.
It was precisely because the fishing boat owners were calculating that one of them ordered fruits from Wangmu Fruit Industry and then acted like a rogue and refused to pay the balance.
When the business staff went to collect the money, they couldn't find anyone. They had no choice but to send out the grain escort team to look for him. They found his fishing boat and the story of how Wu Mao, Weng Ding and others were rescued came about.
However, only the people on the two ships of the debtor fishing boat owners were rescued, and the food escort team did not dare to touch the other ships.
Behind all the lucrative and illegal businesses in Lu State, there is at least a certain general. Wangmu Fruit Industry has to do business in Lu State and cannot afford to offend a warlord who controls a certain area.
There were reasons and reasons for rescuing the two fishing boats, and the people behind the scenes cannot say anything. But if they dare to touch other fishing boats, that would be showing disrespect and deliberately looking for trouble, so don't blame others for revenge .
In fact, Rebecca, the head of the food escort team, communicated with the general behind her. After the two sides cleared up the misunderstanding, someone reported the news of the fishing boat to the Lu State police, but it fell on deaf ears and no further news was received.
This also made Rebecca understand some things, and eventually the matter was left unresolved. The rescued slaves who wanted to return to Burma were sent back for free, and those who did not want to go back were brought to Japan.
In fact, a total of 127 people were rescued, and only 3 chose to return to Myanmar.
After this group of people came to Japan, Nan Yi heard that they were very useful, so he asked people to go to Myanmar to recruit another group of people, and dispersed them to farms and ranches around the world where large-scale mechanized operations were not cost-effective.
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After Wu Mao Wengding left, Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei quickly caught more than twenty fragrant fish from the stream. Seeing that the size of the fish was enough to make a large basin, Nan Yi brought Nan Wuwei back to the shore.
The stream was beautiful and the area nearby was peaceful. Nan Yi didn’t see any people from Kume Village hanging around here.
The population of Kume Village is not large to begin with, and the young people in the village have all gone out to see the world, most of them have gone to Tokyo to work hard. Those left behind are either hungry or middle-aged and elderly people over 50 years old. After being surrounded by beautiful scenery for decades, they have become tired of it, no matter how beautiful it is, and no one will come here.
"Wuwei, how about we camp here tonight?" Nan Yi said, pointing to a flat area beside the stream.
"Yeah, Dad, shall we sleep together?" Nan Wuwei nodded his head and said.
"Yes, sleep together, Daddy will help you put on the diaper."
"I don't, Daddy. I don't wet the bed."
As soon as Nan Wuwei heard Nan Yi mention diapers, he immediately became dissatisfied.
Nan Yi stroked Nan Wuwei's head and said softly, "It's okay if you wet the bed. It's not shameful. It will be fine when you grow up a little bit."
"Brother can't pee." Nan Wuwei murmured.
"He doesn't pee now, but he did last year. You are one year younger than him, so by next year, you won't pee either."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Nan Yi stroked Nan Wuwei's head again and pointed at Tiger Cub, "Follow Uncle Tiger Cub to get food over at the dormitory. Ask the uncles to bring whatever you want to eat."
"Okay."
As soon as Nan Wuwei left, Nan Yi told the school beauty to prepare to set up camp.
Japan has a well-developed camping culture. Camping activities, mainly organized by schools, became popular in the 1960s, and private groups and national tourism-related agencies also began to actively promote camping culture.
In 1965, the Japan Camping Association was established and launched a series of enlightenment activities for camping.
As a result, more and more people go out of the city and go to the suburbs to rest and vacation on weekends, and camping has gradually come into the vision of general public.
After car camping became a trend, it also led to the emergence of high-standard camping sites and outdoor goods stores in various places, and magazines with the theme of outdoor activities also emerged like mushrooms after rain.
The school beauty had just had the tent camp set up when she saw two cars driving directly towards the creek. Not far from the flat ground where Nan Yi and the others were, the cars stopped and six or seven young people, both men and women, got out of the cars.
A few young people stood together and talked for a while, then they separated and walked in different directions, some walked upstream, some walked downstream, and a man and a woman walked straight towards Nan Yi and the others.
"Hello, can I set up a tent here?" the woman walked up to Nan Yi and asked.
"sure."
Nan Yi wondered why it was "I" instead of "we".
"Can I?" the man also asked.
"Of course, but you all came here together, why are you asking separately?"
Nan Yi really didn't understand. If the boyfriend and girlfriend were having a conflict, they wouldn't be able to go camping and talk and laugh. If there was no conflict or they were just colleagues, there was no need to separate them.
The man and the woman looked at each other, and the man smiled and said, "Sir, you probably don't camp often. It's very popular to go camping alone. Everyone comes together, but they have to set up their own tents, make fires, and cook, and then go back together the next day."
"So you weren't familiar with each other before?"
"Yes, this is the first time we meet today. We have only communicated on the phone before." The man replied.
Nan Yi understood. This group of people should be a member of some camping association. They went camping together so that they could take care of each other in case of accidents. However, they camped separately to maintain privacy while ensuring a certain level of safety.
"I'm grateful for your advice. Please do as you please."
The man and woman nodded to Nan Yi, then walked away separately, one to the left and the other to the right, and chose two locations not far from Nan Yi and his group of tents.
After the two walked away, Nan Yi asked the school beauty, "What do you think?"
"Both of them have unhealthy white skin. They must be working day and night jobs and rarely get sun exposure. The woman is often exposed to water. I think she works in a Turkish bath."
Nan Yi nodded, "It's about the same as I guessed."
Since there was no threat, Nan Yi no longer cared about the man or woman. He took out a pair of scissors from the toolbox and took Nan Wuwei to the stream to cook the sweetfish and wash the other ingredients.
Nan Yi took a break and put the beef and pork that Tiger Cub and the others brought directly into a big pot to cook. After blanching them in water, he put them on the campfire to slowly stew them.
After cleaning the chicken, he stuffed some mushrooms and carrots into the chicken's belly, brushed a layer of honey on the surface of the chicken, coated it with flour, and then coated the flour with a layer of clay and put it aside. He asked the school beauty to light a bonfire again, and when the wood burned out and turned into charcoal, he bury the chicken in the charcoal.
After the food problem was solved, Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei started to think about how to make a fire. Nan Wuwei was mainly the one who thought about it, while Nan Yi assisted him with his mouth.
"Turn, turn faster. You're turning too slowly, and all the heat generated by friction is escaping."
"Dad, my hand hurts."
Nan Wuwei held a wooden stick in both hands and rubbed it against a dented wooden stick on the ground.
“When your hands hurt, just recall the days in Nanchen Village, remember how the carpenter uncle made holes, and remember what the tool in his hand was called.”
"Drilling." Nan Wuwei blurted out, his face filled with joy, "Dad, give me the knife, I'll go cut some sticks, I want to make a drilling machine."
"You don't have to cut it yourself. Dad has someone prepare it for you."
Nan Yi waved his hand, and a bodyguard came over carrying some wood and a thin rope.
After putting stab-proof gloves on Nan Wuwei, Nan Yi threw him an Armadillo advanced tactical survival knife made by Peace Dove. He walked to the side, pulled out an assault knife, picked up a few wooden sticks, cut a piece from the rope, and demonstrated to Nan Wuwei.
One taught and the other learned. After two hours, Nan Wuwei finally made a very crappy pull drill.
Don't worry about whether it collapses or not, it is much easier than rubbing it with your hands. The drill makes a whistling sound, and the wooden stick rubs quickly at the notch. In just six or seven minutes, black smoke comes out of the notch.
Seeing the black smoke, Nan Wuwei screamed, picked up the fine wool beside him and put it to the indentation, then lay on the ground and blew air at the fine wool.
After a while, Nan Wuwei held up the silk and shouted, "Dad, it's on fire."
"Well, young man, you have amazing talents. You are a one-in-a-million masochistic genius. Dad will invest in you to film "Surviving in the Wilderness"."
“Hehehe.”
Nan Wuwei laughed foolishly, and the fine wool in his hand was almost burned, but he refused to let go.
"Put out the fire. If children play with fire, they will wet the bed at night." Nan Yi said with a malicious smile.
"Dad is lying."
Nan Wuwei didn't believe what Nan Yi said at all. He watched the fine wool burn out in his hands. Then he wiped the ashes off his gloves, ran to the stream to wash his gloves, then ran back and continued to drill down a cluster of flames.
They drilled out one cluster after another and had a lot of fun.
As I played more and more, my skills became more and more sophisticated, and I could drill out fire faster and faster.
Nan Yi took the knife away and let Nan Wu play with it by himself. He came to the campfire, lifted the lid of the big cooking pot, stabbed a piece of beef with bones with a knife, blew on it, put it in his mouth to taste the saltiness.
"School beauty, let's have dinner."
When the school beauty heard what Nan Yi said, she took out her intercom and pressed the call button, "Models take turns to eat, Over."
A model's job is to walk on the catwalk, alluding to the bodyguards standing in the open.
With outsiders present, the bodyguards hiding in the dark had to wait until it was completely dark before coming out to eat, or they could just fill their stomachs with compressed biscuits and energy bars.
The models took turns to eat. Nan Yi took a few models whose turn it was not yet time to eat and walked more than a mile along the stream towards Narayama. When they entered a place where the weeds became dense, Nan Yi began to search left and right on the ground.
After a while, I saw a field of young prickly thorns. I picked some and continued walking forward. Soon I saw ferns, cucumbers and patches of lush dandelions.
Japanese people like to eat several kinds of wild vegetables, especially prickly ash sprouts. They like to coat them with batter and fry them in oil, which is the so-called tempura. However, dandelions are not on their menu at all.
Nan Yi picked bracken and cucumbers but did not pick dandelions. The best way to cook dandelions is to use them as bun fillings, dumpling fillings, dumpling skins, or chop them up and fry them in eggs. They can also be served cold, but Nan Yi is not very good at making pasta and does not like the taste of cold dandelions.
Nan Yi picked some wild vegetables and returned to the camp. He saw that Nan Wuwei had stopped digging for fire and was sitting by the campfire with a wooden stick in his hand. He didn't know what he was roasting over the fire.
When I walked closer, I saw a grasshopper skewered on a wooden stick.
"Where did you catch him?" Nan Yi walked in and asked.
Nan Wuwei pointed to the bushes not far away and said, "There are a lot of them there."
"Oh, don't eat it. Pesticides are being used a lot these days. Grasshoppers like to eat sorghum, corn, rice, and water spinach. They may have eaten crops sprayed with pesticides. You'll have diarrhea if you eat them."
Nan Wuwei took back the stick and smelled the grasshopper on it. "It smells delicious. It's a pity that I can't eat it."
"Dad will fry sweetfish for you. The word 'fragrant' is in the name, so it must be delicious."
"Uh-huh."
After being busy for an hour with frying fish and mixing wild vegetables, Chef Nan was finally able to sit down and carefully pick out the fish bones.
There are a lot of fish bones in the sweetfish, especially a lot of thin hairy ones. Not to mention Nan Wuwei, even Nan Yi himself would inevitably get fish bones stuck in his throat if he didn't remove the fish bones first.
After scraping, there was not much fish meat left from each fish. Nan Yi followed Nan Wuwei to eat, and most of the twenty or so fish went into Nan Wuwei's mouth.
After filling their stomachs and sitting by the campfire, Nan Yi told Nan Wuwei a story he made up.
"A long, long time ago, my father couldn't remember exactly how many years it was, about 400 years ago, my father was still a Spanish duke. At that time, my father led an army to conquer Peru, where he saw potatoes for the first time.
My father fought in the war for more than ten years and traveled to many places in America. He saw too many rare species and he simply disdained the ugly potatoes that grew in the soil.
There are grapes, blueberries, and mangoes in Peru. My father eats the fruits there in different ways every day. After staying in Peru for a while, my father received an order to conquer another piece of land.
So Dad's fleet was ready to go, taking with them a lot of cattle, sheep, vegetables and fruits.
Unfortunately, my father encountered a big storm just a few days after he went to sea. The supply ship was overturned by the waves, and most of the vegetables and fruits fell into the sea. Only each warship had some stock left.
Even more unfortunate was that my father's fleet lost its way and drifted aimlessly on the sea for two months. All the vegetables and fruits were eaten up, leaving only a little meat.
A few days later, the sailors who could not eat vegetables and fruits all got scurvy. Just when my father was in trouble and at a loss, a short and skinny sailor stood up and said to me: "Dad , I am Wuwei, your son four hundred years later."
Dad certainly didn’t believe such ridiculous words, so he ordered the guards to torture the kid named Wuwei severely, like this…”
Nan Yi turned Nan Wuwei over in his arms and pretended to pat him on the butt. "Tell me, who sent you as a spy?"
"Even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you." Nan Wuwei raised his head and said with a firm gaze.
"Haha, I just like those who talk tough. Come on, I'll chop you up."
"I want a dragon head guillotine."
[In 1974, there was a TV series called "Justice Bao" produced by CTS, which lasted for several hundred episodes. In it, Justice Bao's guillotine was mentioned.]
"You've made your choice. Either behead me or be quartered. It's your choice."
"Dad, what is quartering?"
"The car is torn apart..."
Nan Yi introduced the technique of quartering to Nan Wuwei.
"No, I want the dragon head guillotine."
"Silly boy, no matter what kind of guillotine you are going to die, why don't you take out your golden medal of immunity from death?"
Nan Wuwei curled his lips and said, "Dad, you didn't give me a gold medal to avoid death."
"That's because Dad hasn't done it yet. When he's done it, Dad will give you a golden medal of immunity from death." Nan Yi's eyes became deep and he said meaningfully.
After he finished speaking, Nan Yi turned Nan Wuwei over again. After the previous episode, Nan Yi had already made up the next story.
"After being tortured, Wuwei still said that he was my father's son, and he also told a secret that my father had never told anyone else..."
Nan Yi paused deliberately when he said this.
"What's Dad's secret?"
"What secret was it? The man named Wuwei said, 'Dad, I know your second son still wets the bed when he is four years old.' When I heard that, I was shocked. How could he know such a confidential matter? So, my father used a more severe punishment and tortured him to find out how he knew it."
"Dad, let's not talk about bed-wetting." Nan Wuwei said dissatisfiedly.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk about bedwetting. Dad will cut out this part and go back to the beginning to re-edit it. No, I'll start over." Nan Yi took a sip of beer, swallowed it, licked his lips, and continued, "The man named Wuwei said he was my son, and I believed him at the time.
He also gave me an idea that eating potatoes could cure sailors' scurvy.
When my father heard this, he regretted it and blamed himself for not bringing potatoes with him when he left Peru.
Seeing that I was extremely anxious, Wuwei consoled me: "Dad, don't worry, I have opened the space-time channel. As long as you send a signal, the supplies will be sent over in 400 years."
When Dad heard this, he was so happy. He wondered if apples and bananas could be sent to him, as he hadn't eaten for quite a while.
The boy named Wuwei put his hands together and chanted some spell that his father couldn't understand. After chanting for a while, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Lushan Kanglongba".
Dad saw a beam of golden light hitting the sky, and then there were lightning and thunder. Immediately afterwards, two sacks fell from the sky. Both sacks were open, and Dad could see at a glance that the sacks were full of potatoes.
Haha, haha, my dad was so angry, the unfilial son brought me two sacks of potatoes from 400 years ago, ah, why not bring me something else?"
Nan Yi lowered his head and glared at Nan Wuwei.
"Hehehe, Dad, this definitely wasn't my idea. It must have been my brother's. Dad, I'll tell you a secret. My brother even asked me to help him plant the tomatoes in the vegetable garden..."
"Don't tell." Nan Yi stopped Nan Wuwei and said with a stern face: "Your brother is your partner and comrade. You can't tell the secret between him and anyone else. Not Dad, not Mom. You have to keep it to yourself. Remember?"
"Remember!" Nan Wuwei nodded, "I won't tell you even if you kill me."
"Okay, Dad, continue with the story." Nan Yi paused and continued, "Although Dad was not happy with the potatoes, he thought it was better to have some than nothing, so he distributed the potatoes to the sailors to supplement their vitamins. After eating the potatoes, the sailors' symptoms were relieved.
Then Wuwei took out a sextant and pointed his father in the right direction.
In this way, Wuwei fought with his father for several years. Suddenly one day, his father was tired of fighting and took Wuwei to do trade, which was to transport potatoes from South America to Europe.
Europe 400 years ago was extremely smelly. In our country's cities, people dumped night incense, but not in Europe. They poured night incense directly into the streets, and the whole city stank.
In order to cover up the bad smell, some people started to develop perfumes. Unfortunately, the technology was not good enough and the perfumes they made were of poor quality and did not smell as good as the scent of flowers.
You have seen potato flowers, aren’t they beautiful?”
"nice."
“Yes, it’s very pretty, but my father didn’t think of that at the time. He only knew to sell potatoes as food, but Europeans don’t like potatoes. My father sold them for two hundred years but didn’t sell many potatoes.
Do you know why Dad can live for 200 years?"
"Why?" Nan Wuwei asked curiously.
"That's because Dad ate Wuwei. Wuwei was only four years old. Adrenochrome can be extracted from his body. This thing can restore youth and make people immortal. Because of eating him, Dad has lived for more than two hundred years and looks very young."
"Don't eat inaction, don't eat inaction."
"Okay, okay, we won't eat it. Then let's not worry about the details," Dad continued. Nan Yi comforted Nan Wuwei and continued to tell the story, "In order to sell potatoes, Dad found a partner, Anthony Augustin Bamontel, who was a pharmacist and was captured during the Seven Years' War in Europe.
He ate potatoes in the Prussian prisoner-of-war camp. After two hundred years of promotion by his father, although most people in Europe still don't like to eat potatoes, those poor people will choose to grow potatoes because potatoes have a high yield and can easily fill their stomachs.
Over time, potatoes were called "food for the lower class".
Also, because people did not know the correct way to eat potatoes at the beginning, many people died after eating them, and potatoes were called "devil's apples."
Dad rescued Bamontel from the prisoner-of-war camp and asked him to return to France to help Dad sell potatoes. At that time, France was suffering from a severe famine and there were people who were starving everywhere.
So, Bamontel began to promote the benefits of potatoes. He not only planted them himself but also gave them to famous people. However, at that time, in addition to the rumors of leprosy, the French Parliament also banned people from planting potatoes, which made the promotion of potatoes encounter great resistance.
In order to promote potatoes on the French people's tables, Parmentier presented a bouquet of potato flowers at the birthday party of King Louis XIV.
You have also seen potato flowers. They are very beautiful. They come in various colors such as white, pink, purple, etc. They are bright and eye-catching and can bloom for five days.
Potato flowers won the love of Queen Marie Antonotte because they are beautiful and have a faint fragrance. My father heard that the queen not only had body odor, but also had a bad stomach and intestines, often had diarrhea, and always had a bad body odor. Now, potato flowers are not only beautiful, but can also cover up the bad smell on her body.
Marie Antonotte would wear a bouquet of potato flowers in her hair when she went out or attended a banquet, and Louis XIV also wore potato flowers on the buttons of his coat when he attended state events or received foreign guests.
Potato flowers became a fashion, and all courtiers put potato flowers in their buttonholes. Noble ladies and wives regarded potato flowers as the most noble and fashionable decorations. My father made a lot of money by selling potatoes and became the most famous .
After a few years, my father was tired of doing business, so he changed his name and ran to Kirkcaldy, Fife, Scotland. He changed his name to Adam Smith and wrote a novel "The Wealth of Nations".
Who knew that this would cause a sensation again, and my father's fame suddenly became very big. My father knew that this was not good. If he became more famous, the secret of his immortality would be exposed. So my father had an ancient castle built on a mountain and changed the name to Count Dracula. From then on, my father lived quietly in the castle. "
"Dad, who is Count Dracula?" Nan Wuwei asked.
"He's the main character in a cartoon that's being produced by a company in London. Dad has invested in that company. After a while, when the production is finished, Dad will get the videotape back for you."
"Oh, Dad, what happens after you become Count Dracula?"
"After that, Dad lived in the castle for decades. One day, he got tired of this secluded life, so he went down the mountain, changed his name to William Wallace, and came to an ordinary mountain village. He worked from sunrise to sunset and planted potatoes every day.
After decades of development, potatoes introduced to Ireland had become the preferred crop on the island of Ireland. By 1841, the population of Ireland reached 8 million, two-thirds of whom were tenant farmers who made a living from agriculture, and potatoes were the main crop.
In 1844, a fungus that causes late blight spread to Europe at a rapid rate, landing on the island of Ireland in the summer of 1845, causing potato production on the entire island to decrease by one third, and by three quarters the following year. The famine lasted for seven years, until 1852.
Although Ireland was part of England, the nobles in London were initially indifferent to the famine in Ireland.
It was not until the autumn of 1845 that Prime Minister Robert Peel purchased £100,000 worth of corn and oatmeal from America, which arrived in Ireland in February of the following year.
However, these grains were not provided to the victims for free, but were sold at the price of 1 penny per pound. The hungry victims could not afford them at all. A large number of starving people in Ireland were left to die, and the landlords took the opportunity to expel the tenants on a large scale.
Between 1849 and 1854, 250,000 Irish were formally expelled.
Faced with famine, a large number of poor people had to seek survival in foreign countries. During the most severe years of the famine, an average of 250,000 Irish people immigrated to the United States, Canada, Australia and other places each year. The road to escape was extremely difficult and there were many chances of death.
Of the 100,000 Irish who immigrated to Canada in 1847, one-fifth died of disease and malnutrition. This unprecedented famine caused the Irish population to drop by 20% to 25%, and the feud between Ireland and England began.
Seeing all these tragic situations, my father was unwilling to sit idly by, so he led a group of people to embark on the road of resisting tyranny.
Unfortunately, my father was alone and there was a traitor in the team. After several years of fighting, my father was unfortunately caught. After eighty years of torture, my father even confessed the color of his underwear. Only then were they willing to kill him.
On the day of the execution, it was drizzling. The people for whom my father once fought threw potatoes at him, cursing him.
The reason they scolded Dad was because Dad was slandered as a murderous gangster, and the truth that Dad once led everyone to resist tyranny has been covered up.
The father who was locked in the prison van was unwilling to give up. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Freedom!"
Who would have thought that, amid Dad’s shouts, Wuwei suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying two sacks on his back. He said to Dad with a smile: ‘Dad, it’s me again. I’m here to bring you potatoes again.’”
"Hehehe, Dad, are the potatoes I gave you delicious?" Nan Wuwei said with a laugh.
"I don't know. Dad gave all of them to Wu Weiwei. What a disobedient son. He only gave me potatoes but not bananas or apples."
“Hehehehehe!”
With a smile on his face, Nan Wuwei fell asleep.
After leaving Kume Village, Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei to the eel breeding base in Aichi Prefecture, the Baoguo Agricultural Machinery in Osaka, and the dairy farm in Hokkaido.
It took more than ten days to go around in a circle. When we returned to Lake Kawaguchi at the foot of Mount Fuji, Nan Ruoyin was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard.
As soon as she saw Nan Yi appear, Nan Ruoyin ran towards him .