The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 62 Family reunion brings a lot of shit

Someone is coming from Shenzhou?

Seeing Hu Laohu and his men rushing over to report the exciting good news, Feng Guohui was shocked and had a particularly happy look on his face.

He happened to be at the construction site of Seven Star Fortress at this time. He looked up and saw a dark crowd in the direction of Hujia Pier, and faint noises could be heard.

Feng Guohui hurried over with his people, and from a distance he saw his lame second uncle Feng Zhaoliang standing in the crowd and looking up, his eyes full of expectation.

Feng Zhaoliang was one of the first men to raise troops following the King of Heaven, and he was also a fierce general.

During the attack on Jiujiang Prefecture, his second uncle was hit by an arrow and fell off the siege ladder, breaking one of his legs. From then on, he was unable to continue fighting, so he retired to his hometown in Yong'an Prefecture to farm.

This lame second uncle Feng Zhaoliang is also Feng Guohui's only living direct relative.

"Uncle Liang, are your bones okay?" Feng Guohui hurriedly took a few steps forward. Looking at his second uncle Feng Zhaoliang, who was dark and thin but with strong bones, he felt warm and undercurrent in his heart.

Feng Zhaoliang held Feng Guohui's hand tightly and looked up and down. Seeing that Feng Guohui was tall and strong, he patted his arm hard with his right hand and said with a cheerful smile on his face;

"Okay, okay, okay... Hui Zai, I said before that our Hui Zai is the most handsome boy in the whole country, and he also knows how to eat brains. He is also a hidden dragon in the Feng family. Am I wrong?"

"Uncle Liang is not wrong. I'm not surprised that the red ghost guy is very capable. How can he inform my uncle's neighbors?" Feng Guohui was really surprised by the ability of the British McGeely Company and couldn't help but ask questions.

Feng Zhaoliang laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha... Hui Zi, the land of the Kingdom of Heaven also requires the use of foreign fire, foreign cloth, foreign picks, and foreign threads. How can we survive?"

"I didn't expect Gui Lao's business to be so big, but I am ignorant."

"Come on, come on... You went out early. These are Uncle A Biao, Uncle Ali, and Uncle A Cai from our village. They are not a few years older than you, but they are older than you. They are people with good character. . If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have been taken to serve as soldiers by several other princes last year.”

Feng Zhaoliang pulled over a few shy farm men and introduced them warmly.

Feng Guohui's eyes lit up after hearing this, and after looking at it he asked, "Are all of them literate?"

Second uncle Feng Zhaoliang replied: "When I was preaching in the morning, my husband and I all went to school. I can't even speak many words. I can write and draw well, and I can also read official documents and announcements."

"Haha, that's great. I'm short of educated people who can read and write, and I have a bunch of rough stuff at my disposal." Feng Guohui responded with a smile.

This time, the British merchant ship brought a large amount of porcelain, brocade, lacquerware, ivory carvings, embroidery, medicinal materials, etc. There were more than 400 tons of cargo in total, and the ship was loaded with cargo.

A total of 246 people were brought with the ship. 21 people died of the epidemic or other reasons such as severe dehydration during the journey. Most of them were old, young and sick. There were 225 expatriates who were able to set foot in Surabaya Port.

Ocean sailing in this era is really a life-and-death risk.

The expats were crowded into the warehouse one after another. They could not even stand straight, let alone lie down. They could only rest against each other.

The environment was harsh, the space was small, the air was filthy, and the food was hard to finish. Those who couldn't bear it had to collapse on the road.

This is not because the British crew deliberately made things difficult, but because of this condition.

on a long voyage

It was common for British crew members to eat maggot-infested bread and unpalatable salted fish. How could they be expected to prepare hearty and nutritious meals for the passengers on board?

Setting sail from Fuzhou Port, this merchant ship stopped at Hong Kong and Manila for supplies. It took 12 days to arrive at Surabaya Port, which should be considered relatively fast.

After all, the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce has given the money, and the British are relatively reliable in doing things.

Among the 225 people who arrived at the port, more than % were young men, and the rest were women and children. Second uncle Feng Zhaoliang, who was nearly forty years old, was considered the oldest.

The Nanyang Company was very interested in this cargo, so Zheng Xiucai took the British ghost businessman from McGeely Trading Company to pick up the ship to discuss business and prepared to wrap up the cargo.

Today, there are 9 daily necessities stores in Nanyang, which are scattered in various towns on the southern trade route. They need a large number of porcelain, knitwear and other items from China, and have enough appetite to eat this cargo.

Among the goods shipped by the British maritime merchants were feather satin skirts, brocade blouses, satin bellybands, scarlet satin embroidered robes, satin coats with blessing characters, as well as feather satin, scarlet satin, wicker brocade, cowherd silk, upper twisted goose, middle There are often hundreds or even thousands of pieces of precious brocades such as Guluo.

These are all good stuff, popular items that can be used for money.

The upper-class white people, wealthy Chinese businessmen, and local indigenous tribal leaders are all flocking to these precious brocades, and many middle-class people are determined to buy one for their wives.

If it is used as a gift, it is absolutely decent.

Feng Guohui stood by the Hu family dock and chatted for a while, then suddenly looked to the side with a puzzled expression.

There were thirty or forty strong men gathered there, and a few of them in the middle looked arrogant, incompatible with the other villagers.

In particular, there was a dark, muscular man of medium height, wearing a short brocade jacket and a jade plate finger on his hand. He had a kind of Gu Panzixiong who looked down on all living beings.

"Uncle Liang, who is this person..." Feng Guohui asked with a somewhat confused look on his face without showing any signs of strangeness.

Feng Zhaoliang turned his head and glanced, then turned his head with disgust and lowered his voice and said;

"Those street boys are from Wushan Town next door. The man among them is Huang Yishun. He was also an old member of Dongwang and is someone close to him.

When the Kingdom of Heaven was being purged, I was lucky enough to escape.

Huang Yishun was once a person close to King Dong, and was named the fourth-class king, called "Wang Yishun, the waiting king".

Bah... what a servant king? "

The people who grabbed food and drink on the ship acted arrogantly. If these servants hadn't been so bad, so many people wouldn't have died on the road. "

In his words, Feng Zhaoliang was full of disgust for this so-called "Waiting King Huang Yishun". so far

The Taiping Holy Kingdom has granted hundreds of kings, and there are two to three hundred of them in Yong'an Prefecture alone. There are several princes in almost every village and town, and they have been devalued to the point of being worthless.

Feng Guohui sneered after hearing this and said jokingly, "Uncle Liang, I am also a king, but this king is too young. I am embarrassed to mention it."

The kings of the Kingdom of Heaven are divided into six levels, Huang Yishun's king belongs to the fourth level, and Feng Guohui, as the commander of the first battalion of Dafeng Camp, is also divided into the sixth level of kings, which is the lowest level of king.

All the generals led by the Holy King of the Heavenly Kingdom have Wang Jue, and generally no one mentions this matter.

The reason is simple, it’s too common.

Feng Guohui's eyes immediately became sharp when he heard that this man was committing evil on the boat and bullying his neighbors wantonly.

He didn't expect

The British did bring some fellow countrymen and relatives from China, and they also brought a bunch of disgusting things.

Although they were all under the command of the King of the East, Feng Guohui's predecessor joined the army at the age of 11, fought on the battlefield, and left his hometown early.

Wushan Town is not far away, but he doesn't know this bullshit "Waiting King Huang Yishun", and he doesn't know where this person has the confidence. It seems that he is still waiting for him to visit him?

Feng Guohui walked over calmly, looked up and down at Huang Yishun, who looked unruly, and asked;

"These guys are a bit strange. I don't know their names. Where are they from?"

"Hey... street boy, can you tell who you are talking to? This is the waiting prince, the right-hand man in front of the East Throne. Why don't you come quickly to pay your respects? Your Majesty, I will spare my life."

A strong man next to him snatched out half of his body, poked at Feng Guohui with a sullen expression, and spitted on Feng Guohui's face.

It's too late, but it's soon.

I saw a sharp flash of sword light, and the man's outstretched right arm was immediately cut off with a knife, and blood immediately spattered out.

When the man came to his senses, he couldn't help but scream, covering his broken arm with his left hand and wailing.

Then there was a flash of light, and another knife cut open half of the man's neck. The screams suddenly stopped, and the body fell to the ground in despair.

The one who drew the sword was the cavalry captain Chen Yong. He glanced at Hu Huhu, who had already drawn the sword, and said with a slightly shy expression, "Sorry, I got the better of him this time."

"Pujie, whoever dares to reach out to Dingye will have his hand cut off. This is the rule I have set. Ayong, you already know how to do things. It will be difficult to hang out with Dingye from now on!" Hu Laohu gave him a straight look. At a glance, the knife in his hand was still held firmly.

This incident

This caused an uproar among dozens of strong men on the opposite side. There was not much fear, but they were all angry as they stared at Chen Yong who was brazenly killing people with a knife.

When Wang Huang Yishun's face became extremely ugly, he glanced at Feng Guohui and the others gloomily, and the faint murderous intention flashed away.

These are traitors and gangsters who rolled out of the dead. They are used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and heads rolling in.

Killing one or two people can't scare them at all, let alone deter them. This is clearly reflected in the fearful reaction of the Jianghu gangs in Sishui City.

"Deputy Ambassador Feng Zuo, what does this mean?" Huang Yishun pointed at the dead body lying on the ground and asked in a calm tone.

He also knew a little bit about Feng Guohui's identity. He was referring to his position in the Holy Army of Heaven, and subconsciously he still wanted to use his identity to get ahead.

As a person in heaven, you die as a ghost in heaven.

Although you are doing well in Nanyang, when the king comes, I will naturally suppress you and respect you.

The property, power, and even women's wealth that you operate here must all belong to me, be controlled by me, and be rewarded as I wish. It is only right.

You have to ask, this is the rule of the kingdom of heaven, the superior is the most powerful.

Feng Guohui could see through his dirty thoughts at a glance, but his expression was a little helpless.

The British came back with a lot of relatives and neighbors, and they also brought a lot of shit. There is really no one left.

You really can't blame me?

why?

When the British company was commissioned by McGilley & Co., they made it very clear that they wanted to find some relatives and old Dongwang troops scattered in Yong'an Mansion, Shanghai and Luzon Islands in China, and bring them to Surabaya Island for a reunion.

Huang Yishun and his gang could not be called relatives. At the very least, they were neighbors and former members of Dongwang, which met the standards.

Does Gui Lao Segmentation still have any malicious intentions?

That's too difficult to be a human being. Ghost guys are basically face-blind to Chinese people. They can't even tell the difference between Zhang, Li, Si, Wang and Mazi, let alone others.

This is not...

There was a live fight on the pier, and people were killed. The British and some British sailors with guns were immediately attracted, and the black muzzles were pointed at everyone.

"Watt... Feng, shouldn't we be happy when our family members are reunited? Why is it like this?" Mr. Luis Enrique of McGeely Trading Company had a face full of doubts, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands and asked.

(End of this chapter)