Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 565 The Sign of the Three Musketeers

After all, this era was not as prosperous as the later generations, and the Wa Kingdom could not take care of every coast. After traveling eastward for more than 30 miles, they found a remote coast. People first boarded the shore.

"You two, I said, I don't have to go with you. Wouldn't it be good to help you keep watch at sea? Hey, don't fight, don't fight! I'll just go, ah, my handsome face! I have to cover it up!"

"If you keep nagging like this and showing off your feet, I won't call out your name!"

He also took off Daming's clothes, and while changing into a kimono, Zheng Sen growled ferociously in a low voice, and finally, Xiao William, who had nagged, shut up.

There is no such thing as patriotism these days. The small fishing village next to the sea is the most difficult place in the country. Throw a few strings of money over, and a group of fishermen, as if seeing an organization, swear to keep their mouths shut and change the clothes they bought in Ryukyu. Song Yongzhong Holding a firework, he said solemnly to his subordinates who were punting the boat.

"After three days, patrol the sea surface at midnight every night. Once a signal is found, all will land! Wait for orders!"

"Subordinates obey!"

The hundred warriors from the selection front army solemnly clasped their fists and bowed in reply.

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In this era, Nagasaki can be regarded as the most prosperous city in the country of Japan. It is the only port for foreign trade in the country of Japan. It was here that Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s Zhuyin ship started to trade with the southern barbarians. It can also be regarded as the most modern city in the country of Japan. Now, we set off along the official road, and after about an hour, Nagasaki appeared in front of us.

This place is not as majestic as Yingtian's city walls. In Japan, the city was only the residence of the lord daimyo, most of which were built on the hills for defense during wartime. This kind of place is called a castle town, but as Nagasaki is a commercial port open to the outside world, the original fields are covered by residences, and the development of the castle town covers the city instead.

This avoids the risk of being interrogated at Cheng's gate. Anyway, Ming people and Japanese people dress up similarly these days. Little William is wearing a turban and his eyes are covered by glasses. This guy's mouth can't be idle for a moment, his eyes are aimed at the shogunate guards carrying spears, and the samurai who is holding a Japanese sword and Luyue leads the walk. This guy's calf is a little weak.

"Mr. Zheng, why did we come to Nagasaki?"

To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fear that this product would be unreliable, and he took his boat away at the critical moment, Zheng Sen really didn’t want to take him ashore, it would be too easy to expose, but at this point, he couldn’t help but look around Facing the danger, Zheng Sen answered impatiently.

"Come to save people! The Japanese captured all the Chinese in Wa, and some of them paid the ransom and were released. According to them, the rest were locked up in Nagasaki! They don't know about the closure and turbulence, and they are unfamiliar with the place, so we need to find out!"

"Just the few of us, plus the soldiers of the Song army leader? To rescue the hostages who are heavily defended?"

Regardless of the fact that Zheng Sen is the commander of the First Division of Taiwan, the Qihuo Army is very strict about the deployment of troops. He can only bring out ten soldiers. Song Yongzhong has 52 soldiers. As for William Sergeant, none of them can fight. , adding less than 70 people, but listening to Little William's startled words, and then glanced at the passing shogunate soldiers, Zheng Sen snorted arrogantly.

"It's enough for us!"

Indeed, Zheng Sen has this kind of self-confidence. Zheng Zhilong is a tall type. Otherwise, Zheng Sen's mother's family would not have taken a fancy to him, a bright man who came to Japan to work hard, and recruited him to marry him, inheriting his father's height. Zheng Sen is a full 1.8 meters There are many, and the Nodachi with a height of more than 1.6 meters does not look bulky.

And those shogunate soldiers walking on the street?The tallest soldier is only 1.6 meters long, and the rest are mostly 1.4 meters or 1.5 meters.

On the one hand, the Wa Kingdom is an island country, with barren products and unreasonable food for the people. A bowl of millet rice and a few pieces of radish are the three meals a day for farmers and low-level warriors. Only nobles can eat rice, which is one or two fingers wide. Fish, and miso soup. On the other hand, since the Heian period, when people believed in Buddhism, the emperor issued an order of mercy to the Holy Spirit. From the royal family to the poor, they were not allowed to eat meat. It lasted for thousands of years. , Japanese people have developed a habit of not eating meat.

During the Warring States period, it is said that Takeda Shingen’s soldiers and horses were strong in combat power, because they all ate venison and supplemented their physique. Later generations of Japanese surpassed China in height, and it was also because they imitated the United States and vigorously promoted beef and milk diet. His lunch was once called the most reasonable and nutritious combination in the world.

But now, Zheng Sen really doesn't care much about a group of guys with an average height of 1.4 meters.

Zheng Sen was quite confident, but Little William was not that confident. He looked at the short Japanese man pushing the cart beside him with treacherous eyebrows, and he still looked guilty.

"Then where do we go to find out?"

"I don't need you to worry about that!"

Japanese means short. Fortunately, among the Japanese people, there are occasional gene explosions from the time of the Song Dynasty. Miyamoto Musashi is said to be more than 1.8 meters tall, and Toyotomi Hideyori is also said to be 1.8 meters five. The Japanese people who come and go Among them, there are still one or two tall ones. Walking in it, not many people pay attention to Zheng Sen and his party. They follow Zheng Sen in the narrow streets. There are red lanterns hanging in one place, which is quite prosperous. The shop is coming.

Japan's underworld is quite famous even in later generations, and these days it is even more blatant, one by one shirtless, showing a lot of tattooed ronin, or combing ponytail, or wearing a samurai crescent head, dragging along with [-] Wan seemed to come in and out, Song Yongzhong was born as a good citizen, and soon became a serious soldier, he was extremely bored with this kind of place, and couldn't help frowning.

You can ignore Little William's feelings, but you can't ignore Song Yongzhong's. Taking a glance, Zheng Sen explained seriously: "This is a geisha hall, a place where three religions and nine streams gather. It is also the best place to inquire about information. I just walked through a few shops. Almost all the big and small shops of our Zheng family have been closed, so if you want to inquire about news, you can only go here."

"I know, let's go in!" Although still looking disgusted, Song Yongzhong nodded.

After all, after living in Japan for more than ten years, Zheng Sen looked like a rogue, holding his arms and carrying a knife, and walked swaggeringly inside. Behind him, Song Yongzhong had a gloomy face, and several of his own soldiers were also big and three rough. Little William was a little frustrated, but there was one in every group of wanderers in this image. Seeing a group of people coming in, the two turtle slaves hurriedly nodded and ran out, speaking Japanese together.

Folding his arms, Zheng Sen arrogantly uttered bird songs, and several people were led in immediately.

The inside is even more smoky. Taiwan exported a lot of tobacco to the Japanese country. In the corner, dozens of guys with scars on their faces or tattoos on their bodies are crossing their legs and smoking thick cigarettes with dangerous eyes obsessively. There are those who roll the dice to brush money, and those who yell and drink. There is a table in the middle, a few are wearing kimonos, their faces are smeared pale, all covered in powder, and the thick dancers who can no longer see their faces are singing the weird Japanese ditties. She twisted her waist and waved a small fan.

This appearance is also called a prostitute?If it was placed on the Qinhuai River, it would probably be smashed before the opening. It was scary at night, and after taking a second look, Song Yongzhong was even more depressed to find that these dancing geishas were all men. The Adam's apple was a bit scary, and Song Yongzhong was completely disgusted by this look, so he simply turned his head aside.

He didn't choose to go in the private room, Zheng Sen also led his people to do it in the hall, brushing the peanut shells and fish bones on the table to the ground, and ordered a few grilled saury, miso soup, and a few small bottles of sake , The guy who looked like a samurai sat down next to the table next to him, and Zheng Sen immediately pricked up his ears.

What he expected was right, most of these rotten people in this tavern were also discussing the recent breaking of ties with Daming.

The most, is complaining.

In the Qing Dynasty, the imperial court punished Yangzhou salt merchants. As a result, most of Yangzhou city rose up to make noise. In a hurry, many people lost their jobs.

However, after drinking sake and listening for a long time, except for complaining and cursing, he didn't get any effective information. After drinking a bottle of wine and grinning, Zheng Sen decided to take the initiative to find out some news by himself.

With his head lowered, Zheng Sen asked Song Yongzhong and Little William to sit down and not cause trouble. Suddenly, the Kung Fu door was pushed open again, and an arrogant Japanese muttered. Surrounded by the crowd, they walked in like crabs, swiped and pulled, and a bag of silver money was poured directly on the table. There was no shortage of gold coins in it. He warmly greeted him, and sat on that half-bald thigh.

Eye pay!

This title shocked Zheng Sen's spirit. Mufu is equivalent to a clerk. They are the basic personnel sent by the general to work in various places. They are the most direct executors who arrest Ming people. From him, you may be able to get the information you want. , Zheng Sen held back again, turned his gaze away, but his ears perked up.

It really came true, the proprietress complained shyly and angrily that the dead ghost hadn't come for a long time, dangling the purse, the bald short fat man proudly complained that the big eyes were tossing and so on. The machine made a fortune, and the two of them spoke Japanese very quickly, babbling. Fortunately, Zheng Sen is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The two yelled and wanted to make the whole restaurant hear clearly. Sen gets a place name that gets mentioned over and over again.

Akiyama Town!
"Master Zheng, have you heard any useful information?"

At this time, I no longer have the intention of appreciating "art". Besides, Little William, the Japanese geisha art, really can't appreciate it. Seeing the change in Zheng Sen's expression, he couldn't help but get closer to inquire, and finally came back to his senses. Zheng Sen He nodded secretly, but at this time, a ronin sitting next to him suddenly stood up, walked over staggeringly, staggered, and lay on Little William's back.

"Baga! Waliwaliwa, hit me, what the hell!"

What is unreasonable? After smearing the fish oil all over William's body, the ronin immediately flew into a rage. As soon as he reached out and grabbed William by the collar, he was about to pick him up and brush him. Ronin's attention was all focused on him, and the sweat dripped off Little William's forehead.

(End of this chapter)