Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

When everyone was drinking and the atmosphere was harmonious and entertaining, Li Weijun realized that the time was ripe, so he lowered his voice, leaned close to Luo Kong's ear and spoke quickly and cheerfully.

"I want to know who is the person in charge of Luosha's friendly track and field competition. His temper may be bad, but it will affect my performance."

"What? You have a head of steel and a brain of iron, you are not afraid of being cut by knives and axes, you can chew copper balls alive, and you are afraid of the lawless Monkey King holding an umbrella?"

Luo Kong glanced at Li Weijun with some sarcasm, knowing clearly that this guy was probably thinking about how to ensure that the Rakshasa Kingdom would neither lose too badly nor get so angry that they would destroy anything they couldn't get.

Li Weijun smiled lightly at this statement, took another sip of Huadiao rice wine, and pretended to be nonchalant.

"Look at what you said, brother. I'm just curious. I want to see if this Rakshasa has any good generals to use, whether he has a kind character and is easy to deal with. But I'm not afraid before the battle. Brother, I can't boost others' ambitions and destroy my own prestige!"

They are both thousand-year-old foxes, and they are playing the tricks and schemes of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, so the two foxes, one old and one young, looked at each other and laughed.

Luo Kong did not neglect it and said directly: "As far as I know, the person sent by Luosha to organize the friendly track and field competition is called Shekov. He does not smoke or drink, rarely plays cards, and has no bad habits. His only hobby is reading newspapers and eating canned pickled cucumbers every day."

"That's it..."

Upon hearing the news, Li Weijun looked thoughtful. People like Shekov are the most difficult to deal with.

Humans are not plants or trees, so how can they be without flaws?

Compared with Shekov, who is strict with himself and has strict discipline, Li Weijun prefers to deal with those who have many flaws and like to pursue pleasure.

Nothing else, just comfortable and simple.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to grasp the style of someone like Shekov, who has simple hobbies and a serious and dull personality.

Maybe he felt so ashamed after losing so badly that he went to wash his hair at 7:62.

Although Li Weijun has a strong physique, he is still just a mortal being after all. He cannot defeat steel or firearms. Can the fastest runner be faster than a bullet?

Although the current slogan of track and field competitions is friendship first and medals last, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just an excuse to comfort the losers.

Failure is failure. Some people are broad-minded and accept failure calmly. Instead, they bless those who succeed. The fear is to encounter some narrow-minded people who cannot save their face.

If Li Weijun ran too fast in this friendly track and field competition and caused displeasure on the Rosa side, he would not be able to bear the consequences.

But if it was just a show, deliberately playing house with the participants of the track and field competition in Luosha, and holding a fake match, Li Weijun would feel bad about it. Not only would he feel uncomfortable, but it was also hard to say whether the people on his side would be happy or not.

So now Li Weijun is in agony. He can only say that he wants to get some information from Luo Kong and figure out Xiekov's temper first, which will facilitate his next plan.

Hearing Li Weijun's request for help, Luo Kong did not take advantage of the situation to threaten him, but agreed almost without thinking.

"I'm a professional when it comes to gathering information. Don't worry, I promise to find out exactly what Shekov had for dinner the night before yesterday. He can't hide any information. I can guarantee that!"

Luo Kong narrowed his eyes, determined to win.

There was actually something wrong with what he said. Li Weijun was unfamiliar with Luosha Country, and most of his time was limited to Red Square and the apartment. He did not explore the rest of the area.

Naturally, he could not compare with Luo Kong, who had been working in Luosha for many years. After getting the answer he wanted, Li Weijun nodded with satisfaction and put a piece of food into Luo Kong's bowl with chopsticks.

"Spinach is a good thing. I heard when I was in China that meat is abundant in Luosha Country. Fish, honey, beef, etc. are all sold very cheaply, but fruits and vegetables are expensive. Now that I have the opportunity, I must eat more fruits and vegetables to supplement vitamin C, so as to avoid vitamin deficiency and beriberi."

Li Weijun's words are definitely not made up or without basis. You know, beriberi is not a disease that occurs for no reason. It is actually closely related to the lack of vitamins in the human body. When the human body lacks certain specific vitamins for a long time, its body functions may be disordered, thus giving various diseases an opportunity to take advantage.

Not to mention anything else, during the Edo Shogunate period in the neighboring island country, a bunch of daimyos couldn't eat any good food, and they ate refined rice every day dipped in a pickled plum. You heard it right, a pickled plum, not a plate, not a bowl, not a pot, but one pickled plum at a time.

Those high-ranking officials and dignitaries with a more affluent family background were quite particular about their daily meals. In addition to the daily staple food, they would also generously enjoy some delicacies such as sashimi and miso soup at every meal.

However, the territory was so small and the material was poor that the intake of vegetables and fruits was extremely stingy. It was precisely because of this eating habit that many people in the shogunate, whether they were high-ranking officials or ordinary officials, and even their families and servants, suffered from severe vitamin deficiency.

The direct consequence of this situation is that many people suffer from the miserable athlete's foot.

As for the Luosha people, Li Weijun guessed that, on the one hand, their climate was extremely cold and they were all frozen to death before athlete's foot spread. On the other hand, the Luosha people did not plant rice at all. They only grew corn and barley, and ate toasted bread with fried mushrooms. They had no habit of eating rice.

A few years ago, a large-scale corn cultivation activity was carried out here, and a large number of corn fields were reclaimed in Siberia.

As a result of poor planning, a sandstorm hit and hundreds of thousands of acres of corn fields that had been painstakingly reclaimed were completely destroyed.

"Haha, that's great! Come on, don't be polite, eat more vegetables, these are all carefully prepared by Brother Weijun. We should eat more vegetables and less meat, so that we can be healthy! Brother Weijun is so warm and hospitable, we appreciate this kindness!"

Luo Kong was stunned for a moment, but when he realized what was happening, he didn't hesitate. He chewed a big mouthful of spinach fiercely, and exaggeratedly flexed his biceps in a funny way: "See if my strength has increased. Can I kill a brown bear with one punch?"

This is a Popeye joke. It seems that Lou Kong has watched a lot of movies in a foreign country.