The years of red flags

Chapter 114
The liaison office has a car, and Chou Guo, who is rich and powerful, equipped the liaison office with two cars, and a special driver took the three of them straight to Badaling.

Lao Bu got out of the car, held the door and gasped for breath: "Jiang, forgive me, your infrastructure is terrible."

Jiang Hua did a chest-expanding exercise, and said refreshedly: "I understand, but there is no way. This country is too big and there are too many people. We have to do important things first. I firmly believe that everything will be fine. got up."

"Jiang, this is not an easy task!" Jiang Hua said confidently: "Ten years later, if you come again, it will definitely be a different scene, and everything will be prosperous."

Mrs. Bu said: "Jiang, you are still young, you don't know the difficulty. Really, I have seen too much, it is quite difficult."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Well, this is a collision of wisdom between East and West. You and I don't know each other very well, but everything depends on practice. Let's see what will happen in ten years' time?"

Lao Bu also smiled and said, "Okay, let's treat it as a bet, how about a meal at Quanjude?"

Jiang Hua clapped hands with Lao Bu and swore: "Deal."

The three climbed up the steps along the Great Wall. When they climbed to the beacon tower, Mrs. Bu held the old man's arm and looked at the Great Wall winding away without knowing where it ended.

She shouted loudly: "Wow, it's so spectacular, it's hard to imagine how the ancients built it hundreds of years ago, this child is a miracle."

Old Bu asked: "Why did the ancient flower growers build the Great Wall?"

"To defend against nomads in the north, such as the Huns, the Turks, the Mongols and the Jurchens, etc."

Old Bu asked: "The Huns, Attila?"

Jiang Hua shook his head: "No, Attila is just a loser. He was defeated by the Central Plains Dynasty and had to run away from Europa."

Old Bu exclaimed: "God, Attila is just a loser, but he was called the whip of God when he arrived in Europa."

Walking up and down the Great Wall, Lao Bu said in surprise, "Four ancient civilizations recognized in the world are the only ones left with flower growers. This is an astonishing achievement."

Mrs. Bu said: "My dear, Egypt and Tianzhu also exist now."

Jiang Hua said: "Madam, but their civilization has been cut off."

Mrs. Bu said regretfully, "That's such a pity. Who can destroy a civilization?"

Old Bu shook his head: "Honey, you overestimate me. I have a bachelor's degree in economics, not history. Maybe you can ask Jiang."

"Aryan."

Mrs. Bu asked in amazement, "Are they all Aryans? The flower growers are really lucky. Aryans have never been here."

Jiang Hua shook his head: "No, ma'am, the Aryans should have been here, but the history is too long, and many recorded documents have been lost in the long river of time, and may be unearthed in the near future."

Pointing to her winding Great Wall, Old Bu asked, "When did the Great Wall first start to be built?"

Jiang Hua shrugged and said: "It's too long ago. The recorded history shows that it was about 3000 years ago."

Mrs. Bu opened her eyes wide. "3000 years ago? That was really a distant time."

The two of them stroked the bricks of the Great Wall and walked all the way forward. The Great Wall is too long, even if they are physically strong, they can't go far.

Old Bu stood on the beacon tower and said: "I can imagine the cruelty of fighting with cold weapons at that time. There were Han soldiers on the city wall, and nomads who came to invade on horseback under the city wall. Both sides exchanged bows and arrows, and some people fell down with arrows." Down, there are ladders leaning against the city wall, and soldiers like ants are climbing up."

Jiang Hua said embarrassingly: "Mr. Bu, in fact, there will be no battles on the city walls on this kind of hill. Usually, battles will happen at the pass. It is not conducive to attack here, and the troops cannot be deployed."

Old Bu glanced at the cliff next to him, smiled and said, "Well, you are right, but you can't blame me for that. Ugly country has no history of war with cold weapons."

Jiang Hua suppressed a smile and said, "You're right, the Ugly Kingdom was established relatively late."

Lao Bu smiled and said, "Hey, Jiang, I feel a sense of ridicule. You are mocking our short history."

Jiang Hua immediately denied it: "It's not."

Old Bu shrugged and said: "I don't care. This is a well-known fact. In fact, we like to look forward. A long history doesn't mean anything."

"A long history has endowed us with a unique culture, but you are a country of immigrants, with various cultural exchanges and collisions. Your culture has not yet passed the test of history."

Mrs. Bu waved her hand: "Okay gentlemen, this is not a university forum, nor a TV program, nor a live broadcast of a debate. This is the Great Wall, and we are here to play."

"Well, ma'am, you're right, we should make the most of this moment."

Jiang Hua stood on the top of the beacon tower, and the north wind howled past, as if 5000 years of blood and rain had been added to his body.

Lao Bu kept marveling: "It's really a great building."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Mr. Bu, this is a scenery that you can't appreciate in Ugly Country."

"Yes, such a landscape cannot be seen in a city full of steel and concrete. Even the land of the sky with its beautiful natural scenery lacks the heavy sense of history."

"Honey, I think the florist can put it on our travel list. There are too many scenery here that make me linger."

Lao Bu also smiled and said, "I think your proposal is very correct, Jiang, what do you think?"

"The north is rough, the south is beautiful, and the west is beautiful. There are different scenery and cultural landscapes in different places. This is a wise choice."

Mrs. Bu was lying on the crenel looking out, and suddenly turned her head: "Peter, I remember we brought a camera, right?"

The valet-driver took the bag and said, "Yes ma'am, two cameras, and a lot of film."

Old Bu also said happily: "Then what are you waiting for, I can't hold my index finger anymore, let's press the shutter."

Old Bu and Mrs. Bu each had a camera, and started to click in all directions. Jiang Hua glanced at Pete's backpack, half a pack of film.

Mrs. Bu handed the camera to the attendant, and said happily, "Peter, help us take a photo with Jiang."

Lao Bu also waved to Jiang Hua: "Jiang, come here, take it easy, it's just a group photo of friendship."

Jiang Hua tidied up his clothes, trimmed his collar, stroked his hair, and stood beside Lao Bu.

Mrs. Bu said enthusiastically, "Jiang, relax."

Jiang Hua made a shameful V-shaped gesture, rubbed the card, and it was frozen.

　Dear friends, I may not be able to continue to explode, because yesterday and today the four chapters were locked up eleven times, I need to think about how to avoid stepping on the pit, I don’t think you want this book to be harmonized, I can only say sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)