Yang Tong walked into a clothing store next to Qixing Tower.
After half a stick of incense, when he came out again, the majestic uniform of the Zhenfu soldiers was replaced by a black straight jacket.
Yang Tong hid a loaded flintlock gun under his robe, put away the iron hook, and carefully observed his surroundings.
There is a wheelbarrow parked in front of the Qixing Tower. There are several cloth bags piled on the wheel, and the bags are filled with red winter dates.
A lean hawker lowered his head to fiddle with his dates and looked back at the restaurant behind him.
Yang Tong glanced around and saw that there were only a few pedestrians on the street. He walked straight up, stood next to the wheelbarrow, grabbed a handful of dates and put it in front of his nose to smell.
A touch of sweetness, the taste of human blood.
He released his right hand and the red dates fell back into the bag like blood drops.
"How to sell dates?"
"Three cents a pound."
Zhen Fubing frowned, it's so damn expensive.
"Is it sweet?"
The hawker looked at Yang Tong and said casually:
"It's shipped from rice to keep it sweet."
Yang Tong asked abruptly:
"How long have you been selling dates?"
"It's been two years, what happened?"
"Two pounds."
After that, he grabbed a few dates and hurriedly fed them into his mouth.
The vendor sneered, turned around, fumbled for a small scale, and started weighing.
"Where is the two pounds here?! If you start a business in Yuan, if you are short of a pound or less, you will be punished! Do you understand the rules?"
The hawker forced a smile on his face, nodded to Yang Tong, threw two pills into the scale, pointed to the scale of the scale, and let Yang Tong see for himself.
While the hawker was fidgeting with his fingers on the scale beam, Yang Tong pretended to take away two more dates and secretly observed the hand with his peripheral vision.
There were traces of blood between the fingernails.
The hawker finally wrapped the dates in oil paper and handed the paper package to the difficult customer.
Yang Tong took a step forward and suddenly put his arms around the hawker's shoulders, making a gesture of intimacy.
The next moment, the hawker's little eyes widened into bull's eyes, filled with fear.
Yang Tong was close to the hawker, with the iron hook on his heart and the dagger in his right hand on his lower back.
The Zhenfu soldiers calmly observed their surroundings and said to the hawker:
"Tell me, how many people did you kill just now? Where are your accomplices? If you dare to move, I will dig out your waist!"
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"gue! (God, that's crazy!)"
"You are Satan's accomplices!"
"Where is Lord Haiphong? Where is the Holy Grail of Jesus? Liar!"
Wu Xiao pulled off the black cloth covering Jin Nige's eyes.
In Zhangjiagang on a winter night, the cold wind was blowing, and the northwest direction was filled with flames.
The raging fire formed after the violent explosion in the arsenal seemed to devour the city of Tianjin under the night.
In the area near the dock, there are horses, deer antlers, caltrops, and some unnamed fortifications in Jinni Pavilion.
Some well-armored soldiers were busy pushing the Tiger Crouching Cannon to a position they thought was suitable, while more people were carrying cargo to a huge three-masted ship on the shore.
They killed the guards of the warehouse on the shore and moved the goods in the warehouse onto the ship.
Jinni Ge suddenly remembered that the warehouse contained some precious teas and spices.
Their owner is a guard officer named Lu Demin.
Jinnige met this gentleman. Lu Demin was fat and had a kind temperament, which left a good impression on the French missionaries.
“O God, forgive these evil infidels!”
Jinni Ge was tied up with five flowers and couldn't move his body. He could only silently pray to the Lord and repent for the murderous and robbing pagans in front of him. A giant figure appeared in the dim sight, and Jinni Ge quickly stopped praying.
Lin Yu walked past the missionary with a large bundle of Miao knives. Without even looking at the red-haired barbarian, he went straight to the back of the carefully arranged fortifications. With the tip of the knife facing down, he inserted the sharp Miao knives into the missionary's side. In the mound, a handful was planted every five steps, and then a bundle of spears was carried.
Miao knives and spears formed a steel forest on the ground.
The surrounding firelight reflected the forest of weapons, like the swaying weeds in front of the tomb, swaying in the wind, which made Jinni Ge's heart tremble.
When the giant walked away, Jinnige began to curse:
"Evil heretics, do you want to destroy this beautiful city?"
Wu Xiao was holding a wild goose feather knife, pointed at Jinni Pavilion and said:
"Let's go! Get on the lucky boat!"
"Where is Paul (Xu Guangqi's Christian name)? Where did you get Paul? You damn infidels!"
The missionary, who was as strong as a bear, suddenly rose from the ground, broke free from the ropes around him, and rushed towards Wu Xiao like a mountain of flesh.
Wu Xiao turned slightly to one side and kicked Jinnige's calf. Jinnige staggered and fell into the sand pit.
The Yanling knife was pressed against the back of the missionary's neck.
"Paul has already boarded the ship. He is no longer an official in the Ming Dynasty, so he can no longer keep his salary! From now on, you will work for our Marquis of Ping Liao, and you will do the same! If you dare to move again, I will chop off your hands and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"
Jinnige raised his hands and surrendered to the infidels.
He just turned forty this year. Eight years ago, he inherited Matteo Ricci's legacy and came to this mysterious and rich Eastern country from distant Europe.
He spread the gospel of God in China and met a large number of scholar-bureaucrats, such as Xu Guangqi, Wang Zheng, Li Zhizao and others.
If it weren't for Liu Zhaosun's time travel, this missionary who was good at Western boxing and eager to spread Western learning to the intellectuals of the Ming Dynasty would have continued to be unknown in the south, far away from the center of power, until Chongzhen died of illness in the early years, and the "Seven Thousand Books of Western Books" he cherished The translation project went bankrupt.
Jin Nige was tied tightly, and Wu Xiao personally escorted him onto the lucky boat.
In the dim bilge, Jinnige was locked up with a group of war horses.
He met Paul, a fellow church member he had always cared about.
Paul was in a very bad mental state now. He was tied to a pillar by the pagans, his hair was messy, his robes were torn, his eyes were burning, and he kept cursing at the guard who was guarding them.
It was a thin woman. According to Paul's description, she was an Annan prisoner of war who had escaped from the Church.
"You have betrayed the emperor's kindness and deceived the emperor and betrayed the country. You deserve death! Emperor Shenzong was merciful and did not punish Annan for his rebellion. He brought you into the Jiaofang Department, gave you food and clothing, and allowed you to accept the enlightenment of the Ming Dynasty. You should... ··”
Cai Lian picked up a piece of horse dung and stuffed it into Xu Guangqi's mouth.
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Wei Zhao took his close servants to protect Mr. Yang and rushed to Zhangjiagang. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Yang Jing slightly looked at the layers of horses and sharp caltrops in the distance, stroked his beard and smiled at Pei Dahu:
"Okay, you have arranged it in such a short time. You are worthy of being a powerful soldier under the command of Marquis Ping Liao!"
"These twelve people are my close servants. They will go to Liaodong together and they will all be under your command!"
After ten close servants joined, Pei Dahu had a total of thirty-five people under his command. Including himself, thirty-six people guarded Zhangjiawan Pier.
It was already late at night, and the seaside was chilly to the bones. Everyone gathered around the bonfire and lit the fire for a while.
Suddenly, the sound of messy footsteps and horse hooves was heard in the east gate of Wengcheng.
"The enemy is coming."
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