"Mr. Yan, please take a step slowly. This is a little thought from me. Mr. Wan Wang can accept it..." When Yan Xiaosong came out of Kang Lin's cabin, Fan Huzi (a new immigrant among the new immigrants) who had been staying at the cabin entrance The little boss) immediately put down his work and came to him in three steps at a time. While giving a salute, he quietly stuffed a small cloth bag filled with copper coins and scattered silver into his arms. It should be noted that Fan Huzi, who had been ups and downs in the Ming military for more than ten years, did not serve as flag officer for nothing. He could see that this young scholar was very useful in front of his leader, so he had to be careful and polite to him. a little.
"Zongqi Fan, please don't be polite. Yan is just a small clerk. He will never deserve such a courtesy from Mr. Zongqi..." However, Yan Xiaosong's next action was beyond Fan Huzi's expectation, because this person Reading Seed did not accept Fan Huzi's kindness, but quietly returned the money bag to Fan Huzi.
"Sir, this is..." Fan Huzi couldn't help but be a little confused. There are actually scholars in the world who don't love money. Could it be that his family is underpaid? ! Seeing that his money bag was returned intact by the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan, Fan Huzi was as dumbfounded as if he had seen a mouse wearing a phoenix crown and harem to marry an old cat. In order to confirm whether he was dreaming, he even twisted it hard. The tender meat on my inner thighs screams and hurts. This is true!
Heaven, earth, how can there be such noble scholars? Shouldn't they be gentlemen who are greedy for money and take it without justice? Shouldn't they despise warriors and destroy the enemy thousands of miles away with a feather fan and silk scarf... This For a moment, Fan Huzi realized that he couldn't seem to understand the young scholar in front of him.
Perhaps it was because he was young that he did not contract the bad habits of those corrupt scholars. Fan Huzi sighed in his heart. If scholars in Liaodong and even the whole world were like Mr. Yan, Marshal Mao might not have died unjustly in Yuan Ni (referring to Yuan Ni). Yuan Chonghuan, who was the governor of Jiliao at the time, was in the hands of him; and low-level officers and soldiers like himself would not be trapped on Pi Island because they ran out of food and had no reinforcements! At this thought, Fan Huzi couldn't help but shed two lines of heroic tiger tears from his eyes when he thought of the tragic end of Mao Wenlong and Mao Shuai, the pillar of the Ming Dynasty.
"Mr. Fan Qi, Mr. Fan Qi..." Seeing that Fan Huzi seemed to be remembering some sad past, Yan Xiaosong felt that his behavior just now was indeed a bit unhuman, so he was ready to say a few words to comfort Fan Huzi.
"Oh, it's okay, Fan just lost his composure, which made Mr. laugh..." Fan Huzi saw the concern in Yan Xiaosong's words and expression, and knew that Yan Xiaosong really cared about him, so he couldn't think too much about it because of the warmth flowing in his heart. Sad past, he just put away his sad expression and bowed to Yan Xiaosong again.
"Zongqi Fan, although you and I have met each other for the first time, we are quite familiar with each other in terms of words. Therefore, the student still wants to persuade Zongqi here. As the saying goes, life is too short to pass by in vain, and we should not let the things of the past go by. If you have too many entanglements, let them slowly dissipate with the sea breeze. After all, no matter how glorious and majestic the Ming Dynasty is, no matter how virtuous and capable the governors and generals are, we can't go back! If we have this time, we might as well think about it. What can we do to survive in this strange new world? It should be noted that this world is full of dangers. In less than a day after we arrived, we encountered two accidents in succession, killing and injuring dozens of people. This shows that we can only rely on our own strength. It is absolutely impossible to survive in this world. Therefore, we must take advantage of his power and his power as the head of Kangda. Only if he lends his power to us can we survive in this world and even live better than before. Better. Of course, our borrowing is not in vain. We have received someone's protection, and we must dedicate our loyalty to him, the head of Kangda..." Yan Xiaosong is not tall, and his body is also very thin, but he is short and thin. The inner words spoken by the young man sounded like thunder in Fan Hu's ears!
"Take advantage of the situation to survive and live better! Take advantage of the situation, I will survive and live better!" Fan Huzhu kept repeating these two sentences, and his eyes unknowingly became brighter. , and it was only at this time that the 38-year-old Liaodong man lost his usual numbness on his face and began to try to integrate into Kang Lin's small group.
On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
At this moment, the desolate beach has become a sea of happiness! Piles of huge bonfires illuminated the night like daylight. People who knew and didn't know each other around the fire were chatting happily, laughing, and enjoying the delicacies carefully prepared by the cooks on the ship (actually some dried meat, sea fish , crabs, seashells, stewed in a pot with fine salt), and the spirits accumulated on the ship;
In front of Kang Lin's seat, two ridiculously strong men were playing wrestling. While they were fluttering and blocking, shallow or deep footprints appeared on the soft beach under their heavy trampling. It seemed that , they have begun to fight desperately for the reward offered by the master!
"Master, I'll give you a bowl..." Looking at the two strong men fighting desperately in the field, Gu Wenlai stood up first, holding the wine bowl in his hand and offering a bowl to Kang Lin, who was cheering for the strong men.
"Okay, let's do it!" As far as Kang Lin was concerned, the very low-alcohol water and wine on the ship were as good as beer. Therefore, on this night, this guy accepted all comers and drank more than five kilograms. The water and wine not only kept four or five new immigrants drunk, but also successfully frightened a bunch of guys who were ready to make a move.
"Master, you are really talented, but I wonder if I can serve you a bowl?" Gu Wenlai left, Kang Lin's personal entourage, a former peasant soldier of the guard, Yang Qi was holding a long The wine burp also came towards him, and in this guy's hand, he actually carried a wine jar containing four or five kilograms of water and wine.
"Lao Qi, you drank too much. It's better to go back and rest early. Someone, come and take Lao Qi back to the boat!" Kang Lin saw that this guy was walking awkwardly, and he knew what kind of person he was. He can't drink enough but still loves him. Damn it, this is what the elders are talking about!
"Master, please don't, I, I, I can still drink..." Seeing that his master refused to accept his drink, Yang Qi didn't know where he got the energy from. He actually broke away from the support of others and staggered. He staggered and ran towards Kang Lin again.
"Okay, Lao Qi, I'm happy to drink this bowl of wine from you today, but from tomorrow on, you have to stop drinking for me, do you understand?" After all, Kang Lin didn't want to give it up again and again. In order to show his respect, he raised the wine bowl in his hand, raised his neck and drank all the wine in it.
"vomit!"
Kang Lin finished his drink boldly, and then it was Yang Qi's turn to drink! But to everyone's surprise, the guy who was still shouting didn't finish the water and wine in his hand. Instead, he started to feel top-heavy halfway through the drink. He threw away the wine jar in his hand and stumbled to the ground. Not long after, the man's thunderous snoring was heard!
"Ouch!" Kang Lin saw that this guy couldn't drink enough and was already unconscious, so he didn't say anything. He just shook his head and strode forward. Regardless of the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body, he helped him steady and let him stand. He slept leaning on the wine vat in a more comfortable position. However, no one expected that just when Kang Lin stood up and was about to go back to continue drinking, the drunk man actually bowed his body and vomited! In an instant, a large amount of yellow liquid spurted out from his throat, leaving the head of Kang University with no time to react. When he came to his senses, the sour and smelly vomit had already poured over his head and face, along with the new black clothes on his body. The mandarin ducks and jackets were also messed up and stunk!
"Master, I'm really sorry." Just when Liu Laoliu ordered people to pick up Yang Qi, the drunk cat, and take him away, a green figure appeared next to Kang Lin with a scent of fragrance. While he kept apologizing, he also tried to wipe the dirt off this guy with his own handkerchief.
"Sister-in-law Seven?!" Kang Lin was surprised to find that the person who wiped him was actually Yang Qi's wife, Mrs. Liu, and this woman who looked a bit pretty had obviously been carefully dressed tonight!
"What kind of fucking show is this!" The guy couldn't help but wailed. Yang Qi drunkenly sprayed all over herself. Liu, the wife, actually ignored her drunken husband and instead came to show her courtesy and make secret glances. ! What's even more shameful is that he, a man who has not touched a woman for a long time, actually smells the fragrance of Ming Dynasty women and gets hard!
Of course, this can’t all be blamed on the head of UConn! Because when Mrs. Liu, a slut, was wiping the dirt on his body, she not only deliberately exposed her great career line to him, a vigorous young man, but also took advantage of the opportunity when no one was paying attention, and wiped a similar big handkerchief Something was quietly stuffed into this guy's arms. Let me ask, how can this prevent Kang Lin, a man who has seen women's charms for a long time, from being "moved" by it?
