Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 447 I, Xu Jing, are back

  Everyone's eyes fell on Fang Jifan again.

Yes.

  Xu Jing doesn't look reliable.

   If you can't come back here, how much food and food you have will be for nothing. Back then, you, Fang Jifan, patted your chest as a guarantee.

  Especially Li Dongyang, his eyes are killing people, and he can’t come back. This is tantamount to fraud.

  Fang Jifan felt a little guilty at this moment.

It stands to reason that if Xu Jing is really alive and the scum of the world Wang Bushi is not destroyed, then...Xu Jing probably should have reached the Strait of Malacca, so he should go back. After passing the verification, it's time to return to the voyage.

   But now, it has been nearly two years, and so far, there is still no news at all. Could it be... something really happened.

  Fang Jifan thought for a while and said, "I want to come..."

   "Don't say you want to come, just say yes or no." Ma Wensheng was so oppressed that he didn't play tricks with Fang Jifan.

   What Fang Jifan hates the most is the multiple-choice questions, and there are only A and B, without any technical content.

  But including Emperor Hongzhi, they all looked at him like a wolf.

   This made Fang Jifan feel a lot of pressure.

  He thought for a while: "I think..."

"Yes or no!"

  Fang Jifan said: "Yes."

"What is it?"

Fang Jifan bit the bullet: "Don't worry, Xu Jing is Fang Jifan's most valued disciple. Among all the disciples, this person is the most reliable, so...he will definitely come back, yes, if he doesn't come back, I would like to... fine you three glasses of wine ?"

   "..."

  Ma Wensheng's smile froze a bit. At first, he almost laughed when he heard Fang Jifan's plausible words.

  But this shameless thing...he...

  Emperor Hongzhi said at this time: "On this sea, there are thousands of miles of ocean, who can guarantee it with a pat on the chest, just wait a little longer, if Xu Jing does not return, the imperial court will send ships to the West to investigate."

  Although he said so, the faces of the monarchs and ministers were not good-looking.

  Who made the jingle sound in the first place?

   It's just His Majesty's final decision, not to mention, the matter of going to sea is really unclear.

  Perhaps there are countless capable officials in the entire temple, but the ban on the sea for a hundred years, coupled with the deliberate disregard for the vast ocean, the entire Ming Dynasty knew nothing about the sea.

  The so-called ancient books and materials of the Song and Yuan Dynasties are just anecdotes, and they have long been changed beyond recognition.

  There are only such wonderful things as the Xu family, who have nothing to do when they are full, and their grandparents and grandchildren have collected and verified those ancient books that people in the world are indifferent to.

  Thus...anything about the sea, Fang Jifan thinks they are elementary school students, um...the kind that haven't graduated yet.

  ...

  Kunning Palace.

  Empress Zhang sucked the fish soup lightly. She moved slowly, looking dignified and generous. She put down the spoon, and there was still a bit of joy between her brows: "Yes, it really is so delicious. It's rare for Hou Zhao to take so much trouble."

  Zhu Xiurong also took a sip and pursed his lips slightly: "Mother, isn't this the fish caught by Fang Jifan's students?"

   "Yes." Empress Zhang just smiled: "Then you eat more."

  Zhu Xiurong nodded and nodded: "After drinking, I want to hurry up and become a female celebrity."

  Queen Zhang smiled and shook her head.

   Xiurong was provoked by her brother.

  Zhu Houzhao's needlework is really good. He can knead more than a dozen kinds of stitches at will, and the clothes and female reds he sewed are neat and neat, almost catching up with the old weavers in the palace.

  Queen Zhang stared at her own daughter, and said in a low voice, "It's true that female college students don't want to stay."

   "Queen, what did you say?" Queen Zhang's voice was very soft, but Zhu Xiurong finally heard something.

  Queen Zhang said with a straight face: "It's nothing, eat fish soup quickly."

  ...

   Batavia.

  In the sea area here, the sea water is extraordinarily blue.

  Among the waves, Xu Jing looked at the territory of Java from a distance.

   On the return trip, Xu Jing deliberately detoured to Java, which was once Zheng He's diving route when he sailed to the West. Although it deviated from the course, Wang Xizuo was very familiar with this sea area.

   Not only that, in this Batavia, the Franji people have established a trade point.

  Xu Jing is determined to land here.

  He couldn't imagine why Wang Xizuo's kingdom could arrive here from thousands of miles away.

   His eyes lit up when he saw the trade point.

   It's not so much a trade point as it is... a settlement.

   A city.

   Accompanied by Wang Xizuo, he was determined to land. Under Wang Xizuo's mediation, Frangji only allowed Xu Jing to land, and the rest of the armed personnel and ships had to berth in the bay.

Here, Xu Jing saw a lot of sea ships. These ships were of different sizes. This so-called stronghold is more like an indestructible fortress. In addition, the construction of streets began, and countless goods were piled up along the harbor. There are almost thousands of people like Wang Xizuo here. These are just merchants who are resident here. There are many strongholds in Langji, so many people will shuttle back and forth with the ship, and many large ships will follow the big ship to Wang Xizuo's home country and head to the land to the west.

"The natives here are the most cunning." Wang Xizuo didn't seem to think that there was any problem in showing the strength of the Portuguese Kingdom to Xu Jing. He was happy to do so, because he was looking forward to the upcoming trip to Ming Dynasty. Introduced by a dear friend, it will be much easier for him.

  Perhaps... Given Daming's deep understanding of the Kingdom of Portugal, they would be willing to open a port.

"So when dealing with them, ordinary communication is unnecessary. The best way is to trap their leaders, first extort their property, and then kill their leaders, and attack them when they are unprepared. They are ignorant Ignorant, unlike us..."

  Xu Jing just smiled, he was already familiar with Portuguese, and even learned some French from Wang Xizuo.

In Wang Xizuo's mouth, French is that piece of the Far West Continent, and all nobles are proud to be able to use this elegant language. Wang Xizuo is obviously not a nobleman, he is an adventurer, but this does not prevent him On the road of pretending to be aggressive, Mercedes-Benz was able to learn French by stuttering.

   Then, this Portuguese with an Iberian accent taught Xu Jing some French with an Iberian accent. According to Xu Jing's "integration and mastery", he also integrated some characteristics of his own Wu dialect into this French language.

  Therefore, when Xu Jing occasionally mentioned French words to Wang Xizuo, Wang Xizuo could feel a taste of Luzon soup, yes, there was everything in it.

   Xu Jing stood under the spire, looking up at the huge lighthouse.

  His complexion has become much darker, with bronze in his complexion, and he is no longer the white and tender scholar.

  With the enlargement of capillary pores, the whole person seems to have a new look.

  He stared at the tower: "Is this the lighthouse?"

   "Yes, at night, to guide the ships."

Wang Xizuo then said with a smile: "Tonight, just rest here for the night. There are women here, many women, Iberian women, a few French whores, Javanese women, and... "Wang Xizuo narrowed his eyes and looked at him quietly: "There are some black ones."

Xu Jing was tempted, there was an unconcealable longing in his eyes, he took a deep breath, he shook his head: "I have already seen this, we need to recruit some people, what we need is Frangji, I am willing to pay a high price to hire them and tell them that as long as they follow me to Daming, not only will there be generous treatment, but even unexpected surprises."

   Along the way, Wang Xizuo has already received many hints from Xu Jing.

  The Ming Dynasty was rich all over the world, and silver was everywhere. Their emperor was the most hospitable, and would often give generous rewards to foreign visitors.

  About this point, Franji is here, and he has heard it from the local population.

  Wang Xizuo was shocked that his big brother had lost interest in women: "You really don't want to stay here...have a nice night?"

"No need." Xu Jing said lightly: "Daming is right in front of me, I only hope that I can see my mentor one day soon. I have been at sea for nearly two years, and my life and death are uncertain, and my mentor must be heartbroken. My mentor knows that I, Xu Jing, are still alive."

   Really looking forward to it.

  Thinking of this, this man who once rode the wind and waves couldn't help but burst into tears again.

  Wang Xizuo understood.

Xu Jing’s mentor, he has been famous for a long time, almost every time he mentions this mentor, the great captain of Ming Dynasty, he starts to cry, although he is also fearless in the face of storms and pirate attacks , as usual.

   "I am also looking forward to meeting your mentor."

   "By the way, there is also... my mentor, who likes the seeds of various plants. Here... I think there are many seeds brought by your voyages. Dear Wang Xizuo, please help me."

   "No problem, my good brother." Wang Xizuo was willing to serve Xu Jing.

  After wandering overseas with Xu Jing for so long, his goal is about to be achieved.

  He will be the pioneer and step into the golden land of the Far East. Thinking about it, he is very excited.

  In the evening, Xu Jing boarded the ship. He stood on the deck, looking at the Batavia lighthouse. At this time... the lighthouse was already on fire and glowing!

  Under the tens of thousands of stars, Xu Jing didn't show any expression.

  Master...I am coming back soon.

   brought back countless treasures.

   There are envoys from dozens of countries coming all the way.

   There are countless never-before-seen seeds.

   There are also people recruited from all over the world.

  I...Xu Jing...are still alive.

  My mentor is very kind and virtuous, and I, Xu Jing, will never lose.

  Tears were blurred, Xu Jing scratched the side of the boat stubbornly, his fingernails scratched a faint mark on the board.

I am back!

  (end of this chapter)