Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 376 Anti-water?

The 11th year of Chongzhen's Jiangnan has obviously become a little different from the past. The names of Yu'er, Qiaoyan and others have become popular all over the Qinhuai River, from traffickers and pawns to literati. The two sentences of chrysanthemum remnants or blue-and-white porcelain seem outdated, and they are different from those Qinhuai celebrities who hid in boudoirs or painted boats. After returning to life from the festival celebration, they can be seen from time to time.

Maybe on that street, thirteen elf-like girls jumped out, wearing windbreakers and jeans, with black and long straight, happily singing a song and doing a street dance for everyone with the accompaniment of the violin, but they didn't wait. When the crowd who heard the news gathered around tightly, they dispersed amid silver-like laughter and disappeared without a trace.

However, those who are interested have noticed that the place where the Qinhuai Orchestra haunts is basically the place where the Jiaduobao store is located, and in the beginning of spring this year, jeans, windbreakers, and jewelry worn by several big stars from Dai County are worn. All the old clothes and shoes are sold out, and black and straight lengths are becoming popular among ladies, and there seem to be a little more women taking to the streets.

Those Yangzhou salt merchants don’t understand the star effect, but the Huizhou merchants really saw the advertising effect brought by it. They were so busy that they also gritted their teeth and reluctantly parted ways, releasing their own Kunqu opera troupe. They sang from shop to shop, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't make Song Qingshu such a big handwriting at all, and apart from some scholars who applauded them with their short hands, ordinary people didn't seem to approve of it, after all, babbling Not everyone can understand the singing.

But the real king is always at the front. Although Yu'er and the others have achieved unexpected success, Song Qingshu has already handed them over to their new manager Xiaojiao, Princess Yunjiao, and asked a group of girls to make arrangements for a new one. concerts and plays.

Abandoning the original complicated and delicate mortise and tenon joint method, and using nails and wooden boards as standard rooms, Song Qingshu's fleet construction work has been much faster. Now more than 30 ship skeletons have been erected at the Longjiang Shipyard, against the In the cold wind, thousands of boatmen are still full of energy, because Song Qingshu promised that if the construction period of [-] large boats can be completed in the middle of this year, he will hold another concert for them alone.

Recently, Cui Si, the eunuch in charge of Nanjing, was transferred away, and he even brought Jiao Dalin into the capital, which made Yingtian Mansion a bit vain, but just after the Chinese New Year, in order to raise military salaries, the imperial court issued an imperial edict again, and began to encourage trade in the southeast coast , Followed the patrol at the shipyard, looking at the sea boat that he had already taken a step ahead to build, the anxiety in Song Qingshu's heart could not be dispelled no matter what.

Not to mention the benefits brought by the trade in Japan and Southeast Asia, the Indonesian archipelago, Luzon and other lands alone are enough for Song Qingshu's eyes. The Europeans discovered the New World. Although the gold and silver in the New World greatly stimulated the accumulation of Western capitalism, the biggest The only trade in China is spices, sugar and tobacco. Although Huaxia has started to grow tobacco, there are not many people who grow it, and most of them smoke it by themselves. It has not yet formed a scale. These are all new ways of making money!
More importantly, if the Nanming that he participated in fails in the future, there is still a place to go. Southeast Asia has a wide space to detour. He doesn't want to follow Zheng Jing's old way, stay in Taiwan, and finally be tortured to death by my Qing Dynasty .

Britain still has to drive out workers. Now there are at least 100 million refugees in Nanzhili, but Song Qingshu doesn't have enough property to resettle them. This feeling is quite tormenting. After inspecting the last boat, Song Qingshu immediately Another order was given to Chief Engineer Chen Laomu.

"be quick!"

After inspecting the shipyard, Song Qingshu hurried back in the carriage again. He will go back to Anqing recently. The 11th year of Chongzhen will be extremely uneven. The begging army must be ready for battle at any time, but he didn't wait for him After leaving the already large-scale factory area around the Longjiang Shipyard, the carriage was stopped.

"Marshal, that, that Parker is awake, you ordered, I will notify you as soon as there is news!" Running out of breath, Xie Qiong, the little nurse in Yan'an Mansion, shouted with her face flushed.

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It was still the dean's office, and a large circle of doctors surrounded them. It was a miracle for them to be cured of the disease at this stage, and they were amazed at the penicillin, a specialty of their hospital, which made Song Qingshu have to Squeeze in hard.

Although it was back and forth from the gate of hell, it is considered good now, but the face of that unlucky ghost is completely crippled, it is difficult to grow back the rotten nose, and there are two ugly big scars on the forehead, this guy It's gone from being domineering like before, instead, she curled up vigilantly on the bed, sipping porridge and sizing up the people around her.

"Go down!"

Following Song Qingshu's order, the crowded doctors and nurses retreated reluctantly. Soon, only Song Qingshu, Shi Lang, and that skinny guy were left in the room, holding their arms. Song Qingshu snorted coldly: " You asked Ben Shuai to save you, and Ben Shuai did it, now it’s time to talk about what you said about Zheng He’s treasure, right?”

"What Zheng He's treasure? This doctor, I, I can't understand it!"

It’s still the incomprehensible Hokkien dialect. This guy probably has a little memory after being taught a lesson on the first day. Who knows what he said, but Song Qingshu almost lost his breath when he listened to his answer, and slammed his fist on the table. Song Qingshu yelled angrily, "Don't f*cking fool me, have you forgotten what you said that day when you hugged my thigh and begged for help?"

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of this senior official, but you always know that the little one lost his mind that day and talked nonsense. If you want money from the senior official, the young one still has one or two hundred taels of silver, what? Treasures, the small ones really don’t know!”

This guy has an ugly face and a confused look. If he hadn't dealt with local ruffians a lot, Song Qingshu was almost deceived. He spent so much effort to save him, just for one or two hundred taels of silver, Song Qingshu was furious. The guy collar snarled.

"Don't think I don't know, you have something to do with the great pirate Liu Xiang. If you don't tell me, I will hand you over to Fujian Zheng Zhilong. I believe you know the way he feeds the sharks!"

The syphilis ghost who heard these words couldn't help but shiver, and gave Song Qingshu an incredulous look, but immediately, he shrank his neck back shamelessly.

"This senior official cares so much about Zheng He: Treasure Treasure, and recently he is expanding the Longjiang shipyard. If Mr. Zheng finds out, do you think he will let it go?"

Song Qingshu was also stunned when he heard this. In terms of power, Zheng Zhilong is really not as big as him, but at sea, he has at least 700 large and small warships, and [-] to [-] sea bandits. Song Qingshu is not even a fraction of him now. If he deliberately encircled and suppressed, Song Qingshu might not be able to get out of Chongming Island, so he used canning factories and ocean fishing to cover it up. This guy really dared to poke his own shortcomings.

"Senior officer, since the little one has recovered, I won't occupy your pharmacy, and I will pay the medicine fee when I get back. The little one will go first!"

Slickly speaking, the syphilis boy jumped out of the bed, and wanted to slip away from the side while smiling, but just as he walked through the door, the four front guards suddenly blocked him back.

"Senior officer, the little one really doesn't know anything, you always treat the little one as a fart and let the little one go!" Immediately crying, the guy started playing foolishly again. He bowed and bowed, but Song Qingshu had a sneer on his face.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Well, the owner of Longjiang Shipyard! You have a lot of money, how can you not know?"

"There is another identity you don't know! I am a beggar! I have been in the world for so many years, and no one has been able to take advantage of me. Come, hold down!"

Amidst the chaotic yelling, the four front-runners pushed the syphilis boy back to the bedside like chickens. Shi Lang held down one of his hands and took out the bayonet hanging from his waist with the other. Xuan Fengjun went out with a wicked smile.

"Okay, Marshal, I understand the rules of the road, whether you want to chop off your hands or legs today is up to you, and we'll just write it off!"

This bastard really looked tough, and he didn't struggle anymore. He spoke in a very bachelor way, but Song Qingshu sneered.

"Hmph, I don't want your hands or feet, do you know what this thing is?"

The soldiers came as soon as they went, holding a dirty black jar, Song Qingshu sneered and swayed around in front of the boy, obviously feeling that it was not a good thing, the boy with syphilis immediately shook his head vigilantly.

"This thing still comes from you, the poisonous blood you drew when you were sick and confused! Since you really don't know anything and fooled me, then where did it come from! Shi Lang, cut his wrist and pour the poisonous blood Fill it back!"

"You are so poisonous, let me go!"

This time, the bastard really panicked, screaming and about to struggle, but the four people were holding him down, which allowed him to break free, Shi Lang was evil, and the sharp bayonet slipped on his wrist with a smirk, a bloody gash It came out, and it could be seen that the guy was really afraid of the Hualiu disease, he held back the pain and pulled back hissingly, blood sprayed Song Qingshu's face from his trembling arm.

Without even wiping, Song Qingshu unscrewed the lid with a stern smile, and a stench of stench came out of his nostrils.

"Don't, don't fall! My surname is He, I'm dead!"

What does it mean not to shed tears without seeing the coffin? I really saw the pus and blood slanting down. This guy's psychological defense finally collapsed completely.

"Say it!" Holding the bottle, Song Qingshu snorted while watching his wrist bleed...

(End of this chapter)