Chapter 1174 My Horse Eats No. 98 and No. 102 Grass

Qin Wenhai rolled his eyes at his son and snorted.

"Humph, do you think I'm weak now? Let me tell you, someone like me who has been through hardships since childhood can still go to heaven and earth even if I'm a hundred years old!"

Looking at his father sitting in a wheelchair, Qin Yuwai shook his head helplessly.

"Dad, let's not endure the hardship..."

Qin Wenhai turned his head away like a child and ignored his son's advice.

There is no other way outside the Qin territory, we can only take one step at a time.

Qin Manyue hugged Qin Chuan and asked in French, "Were you speaking French just now?"

Qin Chuan nodded and said in authentic French, "Yes, I am speaking French."

Qin Manyue was surprised and happy when she heard this.

Surprisingly, my cousin can speak French.

You know, French is several times more difficult than English.

The good news is that my cousin can speak French, and his grammar and pronunciation are as fluent as his native language.

Qin Manyue was originally worried that it would be difficult to communicate with her cousin.

I never expected this to be the case.

Since my cousin can speak French, the communication between the two of us will be smoother...

even...

You can also have in-depth discussions...

The more Qin Manyue thought about it, the happier she became, and she couldn't help but hug Qin Chuan tighter.

"By the way, cousin, there are five of us, one...two...three...four...five. Can your carriage carry so many?"

Qin Manyue asked innocently

"Uh... five is just right."

"Wow, is your carriage so powerful? The five of us are not light. How many horses do you use to pull the carriage?"

Qin Chuan scratched his head. He didn't expect his cousin's question... would be so tricky.

"It seems to be two hundred and fifty horsepower..."

Qin Chuan's answer made Qin Manyue stunned...

Two hundred and fifty horses? What the hell?

But soon, Qin Manyue realized it.

Maybe French numbers are too difficult and my cousin hasn’t mastered it yet.

After all, pronouncing numbers in French may be the most mathematically challenging language challenge in human history.

Because in French, numbers other than 1-10 are normal expressions.

The subsequent numbers are expressed in a very abstract way.

For example, to express the number seventy, you cannot just say seventy, you have to say sixty plus ten.

But when it comes to the number eighty, we can’t say seventy plus ten, but twenty times four.

The correct way to express the number eighty-five is twenty times four plus five.

And ten thousand cannot be called ten thousand, but ten thousand.

One hundred million cannot be called one hundred million, it should be called one hundred million.

Sometimes the French people chatter for a few minutes, maybe they are just telling the phone number...

Qin Manyue didn't worry about the 250 horsepower.

She was still happy, and asked with a sweet smile, "Oh, I see. What kind of grass does your horse eat?"

Qin Chuan answered without hesitation, "Number 95."

Qin Manyue frowned slightly. "Number 95?"

Qin Chuan continued, "For the other two horses at home, one must be numbered 98, and the other must be numbered 102."

Qin Manyue nodded, not quite understanding.

Do the grasses in China have no names, only numbers?

"Cousin, you have so many horses at home, can you take me to see them~"

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Of course no problem."

Qin Chuan led Qin Yuwai and his family out of the terminal quickly.

The terminal and the parking lot are separated by only a four-lane road.

After leaving the terminal.

The whole family outside Qin Yu was stunned, dumbfounded, and stunned...

At the airport, Qin Yuwai's family was blinded by their own shortcomings and could not see what was happening outside the airport.

I thought the situation outside Jiangning International Airport would be the same as that outside Tianzhu Airport.

There were small stalls and vendors everywhere, ox carts and horse carts running everywhere, and a lot of tricycles pulling carts.

There were shouts and honking of trumpets everywhere.

But when we left the airport, everything was peaceful.

Everyone was waiting in an orderly manner for the traffic light to cross the road.

There were no street vendors, no ox carts or horse carriages, not even a tricycle soliciting passengers.

There is only a faint scent of flowers in the air.

There was no smell of urine or animal excrement at all.

The floor was spotless, as if it had just been washed.

You know, this is a place with tens of thousands of visitors.

If you were in France, you wouldn't be surprised to see a pile of shit on the ground.

Everyone outside Qin Yu was stunned.

"Fuck... Where am I going... Is this... Is this still Jiangning City..."

Qin Wenhai was also stunned.

When he was young, Jiangning was not full of garbage, but at least it was not so clean.

Susan opened her mouth slightly, her expression dull. She whispered, "Honey, this place doesn't seem to be the same as you described. It's much cleaner than the city we live in. There's no urine smell, no messy graffiti. There's not a scrap of paper on the ground, not even a cigarette butt..."

Susan was halfway through her lament when she mentioned the cigarette butt.

I saw a foreigner in front of me finished smoking and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

The cigarette butt had been on the ground for less than five seconds when a sanitation worker took the cigarette butt with a pair of tongs and took it away.

This scene shocked Susan.

You know, in the French news.

The word "China" means dirty, messy and poor.

But now in comparison, France is the dirtiest and most chaotic country.

The streets of Paris are full of rats, garbage and graffiti.

Thump thump thump...

The traffic lights on the road flashed and changed, and pedestrians on both sides waiting for the signal began to walk.

Qin Chuan led everyone towards the parking lot.

After everyone crossed the four lanes and walked into the huge airport parking lot.

The visual impact received by the family outside Qin territory was even higher.

They thought that the Chinese might have private cars.

It is not uncommon for one or two people among millions of people to own a Jetta or Santana.

But when I saw Jiangning International Airport, there were all kinds of cars parked there.

They were dumbfounded...

Since it is the Spring Festival now, the Spring Festival travel rush is underway.

The number of people returning home is several times the usual amount.

There were long queues at the entrance and exit of the Jiangning International Airport parking lot.

Countless private cars are queuing up to enter and exit the venue.

Thousands of parking spaces seem unable to meet people's needs.

The number of vehicles in this parking lot alone is equivalent to the number of vehicles in some European cities.

Such a shocking scene shocked everyone outside Qin Yu and inside the live broadcast room.

Qin Chuan saw that his uncle's family was stunned.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Uncle, this is how it is during the Spring Festival. There are so many people and traffic jams. It will probably take a while for us to line up to get out."

The corners of Qin Yuwai's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond to his nephew's words.

Although Qin Manyue was also in shock, she still held up the selfie stick and did the live broadcast...