"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees..."
Song Che walked onto the bow of the boat and stood side by side with Liao Heng.
Since this person has the ability to pass the imperial examination, he should be familiar with the meaning of this poem.
Liao Heng was silent for a long time, turned his head and looked at Song Che and asked: "Brother Chen, do you have ambitions?"
Song Che smiled and said: "I believe that only lofty ideals, the ideal of being an official, can be called 'ambition'. For a trafficker like me, it is more appropriate to use the word 'dream'"
He took a deep breath of the cold autumn wind and pondered for a moment before saying: "My dream is very vulgar. First I will have several sons with my wife, and then I will become the richest man in the Liang Dynasty."
"Then do you have the confidence to realize your dream?" Liao Heng asked in a low voice.
This question was more like asking himself.
Song Che pointed to the fast-flowing river below the boat:
"The difficulty of life is just like the endless river. Although one has the ambition to go east to the sea, the process is slow and the journey is difficult. However, the river water always reaches the sea, but the ambition of life is often difficult to realize."
Liao Heng grabbed Song Che's hand with all his strength, his eyes were so real that he felt like he was being stabbed in the heart.
Song Che patted the back of Liao Heng's hand and said with a smile: "The rolling river flows eastward, sometimes in floods and sometimes stranded, just like a person's life, always floating up and down in high tides and low tides. However, even if the river water dries up, there are still Even if we go through thousands of ravines and ravines, even if our ambitions in life fall by the wayside, we still have the footprints of a journey of thousands of miles.”
"Brother Chen——"
"Hey, a real man has his ambitions in all directions. There is no need to lament like a woman. If you feel that the path you have chosen is the right one, just keep your head down, grit your teeth, and keep going."
Friends who understand you don’t need to talk too much.
Liao Heng smiled, suddenly relieved of his sorrow. He pulled Song Che and said, "Brother Chen, it's hard to be like-minded. At this moment, it should be clear!"
Song Che followed happily, but before the two of them stepped off the bow, he heard a curse coming from behind:
"Don't you have fucking eyes when you walk? You've knocked away my job."
In the cabin, I saw a commoner ferryman pointing and cursing at a short man wearing a bamboo hat and scarf. There were also overturned rice bowls on the ground.
This passenger ship is not big, but it carries no less than two hundred people. All the passengers are crowded in the cabin, eating and sleeping almost here. You step on my foot, I bump your shoulder, it happens all the time.
The short man said nothing, picked up his scarf, and planned to leave.
But the civilian ferryman grabbed him and said, "You ruined someone's job, and you're not even willing to apologize?"
The short man shook the civilian ferryman away and gave him a fierce look.
Whether a person is cruel or not can be seen from his eyes. This short man's eyes are sharp and he must be no ordinary character.
The civilian ferryman was stared at and felt a little uncomfortable. He swallowed his saliva and said bravely: "What? You were wrong first, and you... still want to hit someone?"
The short man quietly reached into his robe with one hand, the murderous look in his eyes getting stronger and stronger. At the same time, three or four men dressed similarly stood up in the cabin, all staring at the civilian ferrymen with ferocious eyes.
"Hey, hey! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
At this time, a middle-aged man in a green robe hurried over to smooth things over. He pulled away from the short man, stuffed a few taels of silver into the civilian ferryman, and explained with a smile:
"He is a distant relative of mine who came from Fujian to do business. He has had oral problems ever since and cannot understand Mandarin. Brothers, please don't get along with him. I will give you all the money as compensation."
The commoner ferryman saw that it was good and accepted it without making any trouble. After receiving the money, he moved to Linfang.
The middle-aged man winked at the short man, turned around and was about to leave. Song Che suddenly stepped forward and greeted them in the Fujian dialect:
"Fellow fellow, Wa Ai is a Hokkien man."
The middle-aged man was stunned, obviously not understanding.
Song Che grew up in Fujian and knew some Hakka dialect in southern Fujian, but how could a businessman from Fujian not understand this ordinary greeting?
The "motorcycle flavor" of Fujian and Taiwan accents is easy to distinguish, but the middle-aged man has no accent at all.
Song Che smiled and said: "I am also from Fujian, and I just greeted you."
The middle-aged man let out an "Oh" and said ashamedly: "Look at me, I have been doing business for so long that I have even forgotten the dialect of my hometown."
Song Che was interested in chatting with him: "Fujian is in the southwest. This passenger ship goes from Chuzhou to Yangzhou. The business of my fellow villagers is quite far."
The middle-aged man replied: "Isn't it all about supporting the family..."
Song Che added: "To be honest, I am also doing business in Huainan. Looking at my fellow villagers' clothes, I must be doing big business, right? Why don't I make a fortune with my fellow villagers?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, looking a little impatient, "It's just some dried seafood, it won't make much money..."
"When I see a fellow villager, my eyes well up with tears. Since we are so destined, how about finding a place to get together?"
"Oh, I'm really sorry. I'm busy with some urgent matters here. Let's discuss this later when we have time."
The middle-aged man took the short man and left in a hurry.
Song Che squinted his eyes.
"It seems that you Fujianese are not very hospitable." Liao Heng came up and joked.
Song Che pulled him back to the bow of the boat and whispered: "They are not from Fujian, and they may not be businessmen, but..."
He lowered his voice even lower and softly uttered two words:
"Japanese pirates."
Liao Heng's eyes were startled, his face changed drastically, and he lowered his voice: "How did you know?"
The Japanese, Koreans, and Han people are all East Asian yellow people. They don't look any different, but you can tell the difference if they stand in the same frame.
After watching all the good movies, there is no code in my mind. With Song Che's years of in-depth study of the island country's movies, I can tell whether he is Japanese or not without even taking off his clothes.
"Japanese slaves are generally short, and their legs are bent due to long-term kneeling. Just now I saw the short man put his hand into his robe. He was obviously armed. At the same time, there were three or four others dressed the same as him. The response... Even if they are not Japanese pirates, they are certainly not good people."
"Could they be bandits who robbed the ship?"
"If they were bandits, they would have started robbing them long ago. Why pretend to be a caravan and still be so polite to people?"
"Why don't we capture that fellow of yours and question him? Brother Jiang is so good at martial arts that he will be captured easily." Liao Heng suggested.
"That's inappropriate," Song Che said, "We're still not sure about their identities, so try not to alert them."
He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then a plan came to his mind:
"In this way, since they are disguised as a caravan, they may be smuggling something. The goods on the ship are placed in the warehouse. When it is quiet tonight and everyone is asleep, we will sneak into the warehouse and inspect their goods."
Liao Heng said: "Great idea."
