Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 425 Conquering Heaven

   Tianjin Wei.

  A ship from North Korea has arrived here.

  The king of North Korea, Li Yi, was surprised by everything here. He was not very old, and he had just ascended the throne as king. He was willing to come here this time because the country had just been in turmoil. The new king ascended the throne, and urgently needed greater support from the Ming court! The current situation in North Korea is fairly stable, which is the reason why he decided to pay tribute in person at this moment.

   After the officials of the Ministry of Rites received the news in advance, they came here to wait here early in the morning.

  Because it was the vassal king who came this time, even the imperial court was unexpected, and the welcoming etiquette was rather hasty.

The person in charge of welcoming the guests looked from afar and saw that someone was coming off the boat. He smiled and stepped forward, and when he saw the person who got on the trestle bridge first, he saluted and said in Korean with a fluent Liaodong accent: "Your Highness is far away." Come on, think about the hard work, please go ashore and take a rest."

   As a result... the man looked dazed.

  The principal was dumbfounded seeing this person's reaction.

  What?

  How can he not understand such authentic Korean?

  I don’t know how many North Korean envoys I have received, they all understand.

  So he said again: "Your Highness..."

  As soon as he said that, the visitor said with a Henan accent: "The King of Korea is behind me, and the student is Juren Liu Jie."

   This time, it's a bit embarrassing.

  The head of the Ministry of Rites is called Wu Guan, and Wu Guan felt that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

   Afterwards, he felt dissatisfied.

  You understand that you are the son of Mr. Liu, that's right, it is appropriate for the official to salute you when he sees you.

  But...how come you have no manners at all? The King of Korea came from afar, and he is a guest from afar. Why did you disembark first? What a shame.

  The Ministry of Rites is responsible for entertaining vassals, and Daming is also known as the state of etiquette, so in this regard, it has never been negligent.

  Wu Guan lowered his face, and his eyes fell on Li Yi.

  This... is actually just a half-grown child, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

  The older boy was a little shy, and hid behind Liu Jie.

  Wu Guan stepped forward and repeated it in Korean with his Liaodong accent.

  Unexpectedly, this Li Yi said in Chinese with a Henan accent: "The purpose of paying tribute this time is to meet the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Thanks to the kindness of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestral temple and the country can be preserved. The envoy does not need to be polite."

  Hoo...

  Wu Guan seemed to have fulfilled his mission.

  The Korean king's Chinese is quite proficient, but...why is it so similar to Liu Gong's Mandarin?

  Wu Guan glanced at Liu Jie again, but seeing that Liu Jie was still standing in front of Li Yi, he couldn't help feeling a little angry again.

   It shouldn’t be like this, you are a Juren of Ming Dynasty, how can you be in front of the king of Joseon? This is etiquette, our Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette.

  Of course, at this time, it was inconvenient for him to say anything, but he kept watching Li Yi follow behind Liu Jie, step by step!

   Too ugly.

  Wu Guan frowned deeply, couldn't bear to look at it, people who don't know, thought that we Da Ming acted domineeringly, not kingly.

  ...

   Wooden bones are bunched!

   This is the legendary wooden bone dushu. After a full month of sailing, following the ocean currents, when the scum of the world arrived here, only 70% of the crew members...were crying.

  Here is the wooden bones. In the literature and history of Zheng He's voyages to the Western Seas, these were seven voyages to the Western Seas. The treasure ship of the Ming Dynasty reached the farthest place.

  In later generations, this is East Africa, the area around Mogadishu in Somalia on the east coast of Africa.

   They saw a lot of black people.

  That’s right, the people here are all dark complexioned and wearing grass skirts. When the fleet arrived, the black people had already dispersed.

"Put away your weapons." After a long period of exposure to the sun, Xu Jing's complexion has become bronze, and he has long lost his previous handsomeness. His thin lips are lightly pursed on his face with sharp water chestnut angles. Even so, the scorching sun that day still made him sweat profusely.

"Wooden bones are bound by people who have been attacked by big cannibals for a long time. Big cannibals often capture slaves here. Therefore, when they see strangers, they are often afraid. Everyone put away your weapons. Find a local and try to talk to them first. They communicate! We have to camp here, our ship is at its limit and must be repaired..."

  Xu Jing paused, and then said: "Occasionally there will be sea ships that cannibalize and capture slaves here. We will set up an ambush here. It would be great if we can intercept their ships and supplies."

   Of these three ships, only two remained, and their supplies were almost exhausted.

   Only the scum king of the world does not have an official title, but he is still persistent and strong.

This ship has now become the sustenance of everyone's soul. People regard this scumbag Wang Bushi as a totem in their hearts. And... after encountering a small group of pirates, the scum of the world Wang Bushi still used its dilapidated hull to directly knock over the opponent's boat.

  It is like every person who goes into the sea, lonely and helpless, but still persists with unimaginable tenacity, and persists until the end.

  Although the disease at sea, terrible wind and waves, and unknown dangers have reduced the entire fleet by 30%, but now that they are on land, everyone...weeps with emotion.

   Crying loudly.

  The crew members kissed the cracked ground. Some people lay down and rolled on the ground. Even though the ground was extremely hot, the tearful man still opened his mouth and laughed like a child.

   It's just laughing, it's no different from crying.

   Xu Jing can already name everyone here, every helmsman, every sailor, every sailor...

   He glanced back at them.

   "When we arrived here, after we contacted the king of this country and repaired the ship, we can go back." Xu Jing turned to look at Yang Jian.

go back…

  Go back to your homeland...

  Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the blue ocean, the vast ocean horizon, without end. It has been more than a year, how long will it take to go?

  He didn't even have the courage to imagine what hardships he would experience on the way back. Thinking about it, his eyes turned red.

   "Yeah! Go back!"

   No matter how many obstacles there are, I still have to go back.

   I have to go back no matter what.

   He didn't ask for a reward, he didn't ask for Fengyin's wife, he didn't ask for anything, he just wanted to go home, see his old mother, and hug his wife and children.

  Besides this, other things become less meaningful at this time.

  Yang Jian choked up and said, "Xu Hanlin..."

  Xu Jing shook his head at him, because he saw that his dearest friend, Wang Xizuo, who had forged a deep friendship in the ocean, had come over step by step.

  For this voyage, in addition to relying on Xu Jing's own understanding of the ocean, Wang Xizuo also gave a lot of help.

  Xu Jing wrote to the king in the purest Portuguese: "Oh, my dearest friend..."

  Wang Xizuo said in the purest Fengyang official dialect: "Editor Xu, we have finally reached the midpoint of the mainland!"

   As they spoke, the two hugged each other passionately and kissed each other on the cheek.

  This kind of friendship that transcends national borders or even state borders is connected to each other in this old continent.

  Next, Wang Xizuo began to plan with Xu Jing.

   To go back, there must be a big ship. There is only one kind of ship passing here, and that is the big man-eating ship!

  Wang Xizuo called it the Ottoman Empire. They often came here to catch slaves. It is said that the country likes black people. They will select strong black people, castrate them, and then fill the harem of big cannibals.

  Black eunuch?

   "This is what I heard from my companions. Whenever this time, the Sultan fleet of the Ottoman Empire will pass by this area. This is our chance. We can attack them near here and then seize the ship."

  Xu Jing listened carefully, and then said with some concern: "Are we enough?"

   "Not enough!" Wang Xizuo said firmly, and then said: "The number of opponents will be at least three to five hundred, and they must be elites. Their combat effectiveness is stronger than yours."

  Wang Xizuo's blue eyes flashed a sneer.

   This is the truth. The Ming army has not had a strong enemy for a long time. The war is too far away for Ming. Even if it is against the Tatars, it can be defended with the help of tall walls.

  But it is different in other parts of the world. There are almost every year there are wars, never-ending wars, and never die.

  In fact, at this time, the Europeans and the Ottomans were still constantly attacking each other, and the Ottoman Empire still maintained a determined offensive posture and continued to expand towards the entire European world.

  Xu Jing froze for a moment.

Wang Xizuo suggested: "We might as well unite the wooden bones here. As long as we get their help and train them, there may be opportunities. The wooden bones here have been oppressed by the Ottomans, and they may be willing to cooperate with them." We work together."

  Xu Jing frowned and said, "Do you have enmity with the Ottomans?"

   "..." Wang Xizuo just looked at Xu Jing without saying a word.

Xu Jing caught the hatred in Wang Xizuo's eyes, and he smiled: "You can try it, if you lose, you will die, but if you don't have a boat, you may die, but I definitely can't die..." Xu Jing took a deep breath and said: "I must go back, so I must not lose."

   "Yes, no one wants to die, and no one admits defeat." Wang Xizuo sighed.

Xu Jing glanced at him, but looked back at the coast indifferently, facing the sea breeze, watching the seagulls circling in the sky, he murmured lightly: "Men, I will come back, I once said, I Xu Jing I will definitely live up to my mission, and I will definitely not disappoint you, now... I have reached the end of the world, and I will definitely return to my teacher's side."

  He bit his lower lip, and in his eyes... faint tears seemed to burst out of his eyes.

   This man, who had encountered storms and diseases and survived, wanted to... cry!

  (end of this chapter)