Daming Yinghua

Ten days later, a new boat based on the bilge of the Siraya people's original fishing boat, with decks, girders and bamboo sails replaced, was moored by the sea.

The new boat is not big, but it is no problem to carry ten strong men.

Aunt Wen was more cautious than Liu Shimin, and ordered the men in the tribe to take the helmsman and sailor from the Han side, first go to sea to test the boat, and return safely after more than ten hours, before handing over the boat to Liu Shimin.

It's about mid-morning at this moment.

The spring sun in the 45th year of Wanli, passing through the clouds, coated the mountains, forests and beaches in a warm golden color, and also shone the cold and cool people, and the warm and crisp comfort came out of the bones.

Zheng Haizhu combed her temples in the morning breeze, looked at the vast sea, and murmured suspiciously: "Look, my father-in-law and General Ma have been missing for half a month, and Taiwan is not far from Zhangzhou and Quanzhou, and even closer to Penghu. Don’t you see a ship coming from Haicheng County? The nobleman in charge of the Weaving Bureau just disappeared, aren’t the government officials and the county officials in a hurry?”

The corners of Liu Shimin's eyes shrank, and he said calmly: "It's not strange, it must be that our family and Xianglin went to sea to earn some private money."

Zheng Haizhu said "Oh", and continued to put on a diligent and studious appearance, and said bluntly: "Understood, maybe they have their own papers or aides and smugglers, so they know it well. Half a month is not short, It is not long, and it is possible to go to a small island to shelter from the wind and replenish water, so they dare not mobilize a large number of people to search for sea patrols, for fear that the father-in-law will blame them for being ignorant, and make a big noise so that the censors will know."

Liu Shimin turned his face and stared at Zheng Haizhu: "Young girl is right, just use the idea of ​​a businessman to look at those honest gentlemen in official uniforms, that's right."

After a pause, he curled his lips again: "Well, it's not necessarily true. In our family's opinion, your Mr. Huang from Songjiang is really a gentleman. Did you invite his first wife to come to your private school and do it for you? Mrs.?"

Zheng Haizhu nodded: "Mr. Yao is also from a famous family in Ningbo. He is willing to go out to teach in the government as an official, and benefit the younger generations of Songjiang. It is really admirable."

Liu Shimin smiled: "It sounds very fresh, and it also seems that my Ming Dynasty has a prosperous and open atmosphere. When our family returns to the capital, if the opportunity is right, talk to Wang Gonggong to see if he can speak like Long Live and give Yao a reward , your private school will be stable in Songjiang."

Zheng Haizhu hurriedly expressed his thanks.

After a few words, the key information confirmed what the historical data said. Liu Shimin had no old grudge against the Donglin Party. No wonder he later teamed up with the Donglin "gentlemen" including Huang Zunsu to deal with Wei Zhongxian.

Just as they were talking, Yan Siqi, Ma Xianglin and others arrived, escorting Li Guozhu and Xun Haidao's survivor.

During the previous discussions, Ma Xianglin suggested that because he didn't know whether there were still Cai Feng's people on the route to Yuegang in the west, and whether there were hidden stakes for patrolling the sea in Yuegang, Liu Shimin still stayed on the island for the first time. Alright, I and my subordinates will take the two criminals back to Fujian first, inform the governor and the bureaucrats about what happened, and report to the capital with a hasty hand, and then pick up Liu Shimin and Zheng with the lucky boat of the Weaving Bureau. sea ​​pearl.

Li Guozhu's father, Li Dan, had been a mediator in disputes between Daming and foreigners before. It would be more appropriate for the court to decide how to deal with Li Guozhu, the rebellious son who colluded with the Frankies and murdered the admiral. …

As for Yan Siqi, Zheng Zhilong volunteered to return to Fujian with Ma Xianglin.

Young Lang said frankly that his family and Li Dan were family friends, and it would be more powerful to testify against Li Guozhu himself. In this way, if the news spread to the Li family in Japan, they would not dare to take revenge on Yan Siqi's people in the Daishan Island Salt Field in Zhejiang.

In the sunlight, a group of people came to the small sampan used for the ferry, Yan Siqi patted Zheng Zhilong on the shoulder, and said to Ma Xianglin: "General Ma, the journey is smooth, my little brother, please take care of me."

Ma Xianglin bowed his hand and returned the gift.

For Yan Siqi, he had a feeling of heroic sympathy for a while, and at the same time he felt that there was no need to speak deeply because of the shallowness of his friendship.

The young general suddenly caught a glimpse of Zheng Haizhu's Muramasa sword tied around his waist, and said with a smile: "Miss Zheng is calm before a battle, and she can be trained. Yan Zhuangshi taught her a few tricks, and self-defense is also good."

Immediately thinking about a knot in my heart, I couldn't help but add: "Ms. Meng Zheng saved her life with porcelain thunder before, and gave a fine steel chisel to express her gratitude. The short blade is also very handy for close-quarters defense, and it is worth practicing. practice."

Of course Yan Siqi remembered the sharp weapon that opened the stone gate of the Treasure Cave on Daishan Island.

The turmoil involving the side general Mao Wenlong was originally a secret affair, but this time, since he had turned against Li Guozhu, this matter must not be hidden. After discussing with Zheng Haizhu, Yan Siqi took the initiative to confess to Liu Shimin and Ma Xianglin.

Liu Shimin was about to bind Yan Siqi with his own interests, so he showed relief, saying that it is understandable for Liaodong generals to sell and raise troops, and that this matter will be discussed again.

Hearing Ma Xianglin's talk now, Yan Siqi said calmly: "Well, Yan was lucky enough to meet him in Daishan, and the one he brought was a good one."

Zheng Haizhu's eyes flashed, and he continued: "I will learn how to practice when my elder brother helps the local soldiers in the village to train melee combat."

But Li Guozhu, who was escorted onto the boat, sneered grimly: "Sister Zheng, if you hadn't asked Yan Siqi to double stockpile incense and medicine when you were in Daishan, how could your old friend pass by that Luzon island, and how could you offend Fran Ji people. It is said that swords and soldiers cause disasters, but women are even more disasters."

Unscrupulous people will often speak unscrupulous words, and everyone ignores him. After saying goodbye, those who set sail sail, and those who return to the village return to the village.

Only Zheng Haizhu suddenly realized that her own appearance had indeed fluttered like a butterfly's wings, changing some time nodes and specific content of historical events.

But thinking about it deeper, this is also inevitable.Yan Siqi already had a chivalrous spirit in his bones. If he hadn't been tough with the Spaniards this time, he would have been tough with the Japanese who oppressed the Chinese in Hirado a few years later.

Regardless of whether you are a newcomer or a latecomer, you must have just arrived in Taiwan.

It's just that under this time and space, at least for now, it is possible for Yan Siqi to obtain the status of Zheng Chenggong in advance and be officially recognized by the Ming Empire.

When everyone walked back to Siraya Village, Wen Akun came up to them.

"Azhu, tea is ready, watch it." She pointed to a thatched hut and said.

A Kun's Chinese has always lacked adverbs and no grammar, but he can always use the most critical vocabulary to express a complete meaning.

Words reflect brains, and Zheng Haizhu became more and more certain that Ah Kun was a very intelligent woman.

Liu Shimin smiled and said, "Ah Zhu, is it the new tea you mentioned that can take money out of foreigners' pockets? Go and have a look." …

On the pile of firewood lit in front of the grass shed, there are two clay pots hanging.

The aroma of goat milk is intertwined with another peculiar taste.

The female chief, Grandma Wen, sat on a simple wooden chair, picking new tea from the bamboo plaque.

Just like those grandmas who bask in the sun and tell stories, in any time and space, will bring people a sense of serenity and intimacy.

Grandma Wen raised her head and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Sure enough, the distinguished guests have brought us a lot of money. This year's wild tea buds are early, fragrant and tender. To be honest, I'm really reluctant to give you that kind of preparation method."

Zheng Haizhu smiled, thanked Grandma Wen, turned around and walked to the clay pot to observe carefully for a while, and said to A Kun: "Get away from the fire, and serve."

A Kun carefully removed the clay pot, put it on the stone table, and poured the tea soup in the pot into the Dehua white porcelain teacup brought ashore by the guests of the Han family.

Everyone gathered together, and what caught their eyes was not the familiar emerald green or light yellow, but a patch of brownish red, like amber, like agate.

Zheng Haizhu and Ah Kun offered tea to Grandma Wen and Liu Shimin respectively.

The two took it, and while they were still smelling the aroma of the tea against the hot air, they heard a "poof" beside them, and it was Yan Siqi who took the tea cup to drink, and spit out the tea.

Wen Akun frowned slightly, then quickly opened it again, and handed over the handkerchief woven with hemp at his waist.

Yan Siqi had been invited by Aunt Wen and Liu Shimin to have an in-depth discussion before. Regarding the plan to take root in Taiwan and marry the Wen family, from momentary astonishment to contemplation, she gradually became determined to return to Ming Dynasty and open up a new side.

Therefore, in the past few days, he has also been observing Wen Akun. Although it is not about Qingji's heartbeat, he also feels that this future female chieftain of Siraya is calm and polite, and her gestures and gestures are elegant. She and her people should be treated as aliens and contemptuously contemptuous.

Yan Siqi hurriedly took the handkerchief with both hands, wiped off the tea from his beard, first nodded gratefully to Ah Kun, and then said to Zheng Haizhu: "Ah Zhu, why does the tea you make taste sweet? It's still like this, wrapped like this Tongue."