As the Qingming Festival passes, the weather gets hotter day by day.

At the entrance of the Beiyang Military Government, Chen Mu, who had just returned with a helmet and armor, turned over and dismounted in the front yard of the yamen. After wiping his forehead, he saw a few red-haired men sitting on stone benches in the shade of the tree beside the yard wall, eating deliciously with pastries.

Earl Sean, who came from Ireland across the ocean, seemed to have no intention of going back by himself. Not only did he not rush back, he also consciously asked Chen Mu to send him a entourage to teach the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty officials. His life in the past few months seemed particularly monotonous to Chen Mu, but he seemed to enjoy it himself.

They have always lived in a small courtyard across the street to the east of Beiyang Yamen. It sounds a bit rude. Chen Mu also sent someone to serve. After all, the Beiyang Military Palace is a big soldier. Who can serve whoever? Could it be that he can still treat the guests as a subordinate and send an adjutant?

Therefore, from beginning to end, in addition to adding a few sets of bedding to the courtyard where the Beiyang officials were originally the residence of Beiyang officials, Chen Mu never provided any support for the cost. After a few months, even the first phase of Beiyang recruiting soldiers became familiar with these red hairs.

As soon as the morning bell rang, the recruits started to run and train. After washing in the yard, Shawn and the others washed up in the yard, they followed their traditional fights, archery, and waited for the drum to ring, and then went to the cafeteria to eat at first, but Chen Mu was eating in the cafeteria, and they had no choice. Moreover, they couldn't stand the canteen cooking deliciously and they didn't have to pay.

After recruiting soldiers to start daily training after using the meal, they went to the general translation subject of Beiyang Academy and learned Chinese, Spanish and Portuguese together. As for how much they could learn, Chen Mu didn't care, and the school's teachers didn't care. Anyway, as long as they could understand Chinese, it would be enough.

At noon, I went to the cafeteria to have dinner as usual. After having enough, I took a lunch break. In the afternoon, I studied etiquette in the yard. It passed by day. Sean never mentioned what to leave, nor did Chen Mu never mentioned it.

Seeing Chen Mu dismounted, Sean and a few entourages kowtowed him one, then stood up and bowed, and smiled and said, "You, have you eaten?"

He said Chen Mu was confused by the local words. After pausing, he bowed his hand and replied with a little stiffness, saying, "I learned this language well, but I don't have to give me a big gift. Even if I bowed my hand and asked, I don't have to learn from those guests a few days ago."

As long as the Beiyang Military Palace does not make mistakes, no one kneels down on weekdays. In these days, there are not many people who kneel down when they see the emperor. The Western red hair learns to kneel down and worship.

"Isn't that the case? But I heard that the general from the north came a few days ago, and he was in charge of more than 5,000 legions. He would kneel down when he saw you. Please rest assured, I would not think this would damage the honor."

Sean didn't think there was anything wrong with the rituals, and said, "In my hometown, when you enter the palace of England, you have to pro-king the king's hand, and in Rome, you have to climb down the toes of the pope. There are rules of each country. Most of the time, these etiquettes will be ridiculed elsewhere, but it is normal to do so."

Even Chen Mu, who always had a deep and confrontational thinking towards foreigners, began to appreciate this Irish Earl, but in fact he didn't appreciate it since now.

Since the red-haired bearded man was taken to the shore by a fleet patrolling the Bohai Sea, he knew that he had come from Ireland 20,000 to 30,000 miles away, and traveled across the ocean just to make a possible existence or non-existence, or to reach or not, and Chen Mu admired this person very much.

The commander of the Northern Legion that Sean mentioned was actually a commander in Ji Town. He came to visit Qi Shuai and brought some specialties north of the Great Wall. When he was marching, he was seen by Sean. He didn't know that he, a Gentile, learned a lot.

The Qi family's military law is strict and orderly, and it is also a kind of military law. The chief rituals bow and kneel to the other party, and does not bow to outsiders. Even if it is like Chen Mu, the other military chief, does not receive such treatment in ordinary times, but now in extraordinary times, people are more cautious in doing things.

The imperial court is surging and the direction of the wind is still uncertain. At this time, it is better to please others than to offend others without opening your eyes.

"What you see is a way to restrain the army. My Beiyang Army emphasizes the integration of officers and soldiers. The military courtesy is different. This is only a fist-holding ceremony." After pausing, the personal soldiers tied the horses together. Chen Mucai smiled at Sean and said, "But there is no harm in learning. When the fleet sets off, you will also see the high-ranking officials in the court. If you don't offend people, you will always be waiting for me. What's wrong?"

"Yeah, something is wrong."

Sean's cautious attitude made Chen Mu feel relieved: "Do you want to ask when the fleet will set sail? I will tell you when it can set sail."

"No, sir, I want to drink."

After Shawn finished speaking, several red beards behind him also raised their heads, and the eyes of the big men who were so rough that they were shiny.

Chen Mu frowned, not understanding what Sean meant. He raised his hand and pointed to the direction called "Aiyi Courtyard" and said, "Don't there be alcohol in your courtyard? Chen only stipulated that you are not allowed to drink during the day, and did not say that you should not drink. Just don't leave the yard to cause trouble. What's wrong?"

"On the day you met me, there was a dish in the house banquet, which was green, cool and delicious, white, and black soup. I didn't think it was delicious at the time, but now it was hot now I really wanted to eat it."

Sean had a serious expression and asked Chen Mu: "I know this is a bit rude, but I still hope that you can allow the canteen to make a special dish for me this evening."

After listening to the description of the red-haired bearded man, Chen Mu thought for a long time but couldn't imagine what Sean had eaten that day.

Compared with all the great officials and nobles in this era, especially after Chen Mu became the general officer, his food, clothing and expenses were simple, even for banquets, which usually left a very rude impression.

This is true with his colleagues, let alone when he entertains Sean, he doesn't pay much attention to it.

Chen Mu frowned and thought hard, and then he remembered that there were two small plates of dishes and a bowl of soup in front of each person that day. The roast goose was made by the old chef Guang in the cafeteria, and there was a soup and the leftover dish... When he remembered, Chen Mu slapped his forehead and gave Shawn a thumbs up and said with ease: "Expert! You have to serve this when you drink, you have no problem! I will send someone to tell the cafeteria that I will make one for you tonight."

If it weren't for this one dish that day, Chen Mu would never have imagined based on Sean's description.

"Tsk tsk, black soup, just for your taste, Chen feels better than the royal family in England. Do you mind counting me at night." Chen Mu clapped his hands and said to Sean: "I want to hear about England, and tell me tonight when I finish my work?"
Chapter completed!