After Zhang Xiaobao finished the question, he gently put his hand on the little guy's neck and felt the pulse in that place.
Wang Juan added two more languages here, but the little guy still looked so curiously, his eyes rolled, trying hard to raise his little hand to touch Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan.
Zhang Xiaobao shook his head regretfully. He didn't see anything from the little guy's eyes. The changes in the little guy's pupils, the expression on the eyelids still on his face, and his breathing are normal and can no longer be normal.
Wang Juan also sighed. The two really wanted to make a powerful younger brother or younger sister, so that the two of them could save a lot of effort. If they were from their time, even the street gangsters would be fine. Unfortunately, this hope fell through.
At that time, Wang Juan changed the urine pad for the little girl who was crying first, and touched the other two crying little guys. The three little guys stopped crying and looked at the world curiously with their eyes open.
"Let's take a good look, it's okay, just take a look." Zhang Xiaobao said to the maid, pulling Wang Juan and walking outside.
Looking at the four little ancestors, there are a total of five maids, one maid should be in charge of one, and the other is dedicated to reporting letters. It can be said that the protection is extreme.
Watching the little son and the little lady leave, the five maids looked at each other, and one of them whispered in surprise, "Have you seen it? Just now, the little son and the little lady used eleven different words to talk to the son of the Wang family."
"I listened to how messy, I didn't understand what it was." The other maid shook her head.
"You don’t know. I’ve heard one of them. It’s what those foreign monks say. Since that one is, the other eight can’t be wrong. It’s amazing, right? It’s a pity, the little son of the Wang family. I don’t understand. I think there are some gods in it. If the Zhang family and the family have four more little gods, then..."
"Don't dream anymore. Two can come out because the ancestral tomb is smoked, and four more come out."
Another maid said there, the five maids had started a new round of discussions around this topic. They were too boring to ignore the four little ancestors.
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"There is no one. There is no hope or worry anymore. Those eleven languages are basically included in the world. Unless it is a special place and the lingua franca is not used yet, I'm really afraid to come out. Foreigner, when you said I was raising it or killing it."
Zhang Xiaobao pulled Wang Juan out, looked up at the sky, and said after taking a breath.
"Of course it is raised. Unless you meet some ethnic groups like Jews, you don't have to worry about others. Can you always rebel, especially those former colonial countries whose history is too short and has no foundation? They can only rely on radical methods to advance. They only have a country but no nation. Such people don’t have to worry."
Wang Juan expressed his views. Zhang Xiaobao thought for a while and nodded: "For those countries, there is still a long way to go. They need to create their own history. Let's go. Take a look at the dock. I didn't know what good things I brought back with the rush to dispatch troops just now.
In fact, what I want most is oil and natural gas, as well as some rare earths and some rare radioactive things. If you can’t use them, you can keep them for future generations to use slowly. Do you know the principle of gasoline engines? We can use alcohol instead. "
"I can't figure out such a pure truth. If you want to use alcohol, you might as well make a simple hot air balloon, which is a large Kongming lantern. If you change the material, you can take people up. Now in Luzon There shouldn’t be any good food crops. If you want, it’s best to go to Africa, and let’s take Rokaka first."
When Wang Juan heard about gasoline engines, he directly rejected them. If he could do that, he would build a steam engine first. The principle is simple and only the knowledge of junior high school. The problem is that the materials are not easy to find, whether it is a steam engine, a diesel engine or a gasoline engine. It needs to be sealed. Without rubber, other sealing methods don't seem to be so good, and it will be over when heated.
The two people talked and left. The resource plundering cannot be stopped. If two people can't pick up the burden of maintaining world peace, let it be to others.
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Li Xun did not move slowly, the letter was sent out, and a thousand people were picked out, and some people who went there last time followed, forming a team of only ten ships, leaving the pier here in Qinzhou Bay again, and heading towards the sea. Going to the other side, this time the ship is filled with silk.
The clothes the people over there are really bad. Therefore, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan let people buy the cheapest silk, as well as many inferior jars. They sent them together for exchange with local people. Don’t look at things here. The side is not good, but when it comes to it, it's a baby.
Li Xun stood on the dock and kept waving his hands, as if the fleet had taken away his soul.
"Prince Li, you should write a supplementary thing about the dispatch of troops this time and send it over. This is not enough now. By the way, you can also choose a few of the things you brought back this time and send it to them, especially They will support you when they see the ore in that gold mine."