Ten days later, a new ship based on the bilge of the Siraya people's original fishing boat, with the deck, girder and bamboo sail replaced, was anchored at the beach.
The new ship is not big, but it can carry ten strong men without any problem.
Grandma Wen was more cautious than Liu Shimin. She ordered the men in the tribe to bring the Han helmsman and sailor to go to sea to test the boat. After more than ten hours, she returned safely and then handed the boat over to Liu Shimin with confidence.
It's about midnight.
The spring sun in the forty-fifth year of Wanli passed through the clouds and turned the mountains, forests and beaches into a warm golden color. It also illuminated people's coldness and left them with a warm, tingling feeling in the joints of their bones.
Zheng Haizhu combed her temples in the morning breeze, looked at the vast sea, and said with a hint of doubt: "Come to think of it, my father-in-law and General Ma have been missing for half a month. Taiwan is not far from Zhangzhou and Quanzhou, and even closer to Penghu. Why? I don’t see a ship coming from Haicheng County? The noble person in charge of the Weaving Bureau just disappeared. Aren’t the government officials and the county officials anxious?”
Liu Shimin's eyes shrank and he said calmly: "What's so strange about this? They must have thought that our family and Xianglin went to sea to earn some money for their private lives."
Zheng Haizhu said "Oh" and simply continued to look diligent and studious, saying bluntly without restraint: "I understand, maybe they themselves have relatives or aides who are smugglers, so they know it well. Half a month is not short, It doesn't take long, and it's possible to go to a small island to take shelter from the wind and replenish water, so they don't dare to mobilize a large force to search for the patrolmen, for fear that the father-in-law will blame them for being ignorant and make a big fuss and let the censors know about it."
Liu Shimin turned around and stared at Zheng Haizhu: "Girl is right, just use the idea of buying and selling people to see those gentlemen in official uniforms."
He paused and curled his lips again: "Well, that's not necessarily right. From our perspective, your Mr. Huang from Songjiang is really a gentleman. Have you invited his illegitimate wife to come to your private school? Female gentleman?”
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "Mr. Yao also comes from a famous family in Ningbo. He is willing to teach as an official to benefit the younger generations of Songjiang. This is really admirable."
Liu Shimin smiled: "It sounds quite fresh, and it also seems that our Ming Dynasty has a prosperous and open atmosphere. When our family returns to the capital, if the opportunity is right, we can talk to the prince and see if he can give Yao a reward as long as he can. , your kindergarten is stable in Songjiang."
Zheng Haizhu quickly gave a gift to express her gratitude.
After a few sentences, the key information confirmed what the historical data said. Liu Shimin had no grudge against the Donglin Party. No wonder he later joined forces with Donglin "gentlemen" including Huang Zunsu to deal with Wei Zhongxian.
Just as he was talking, Yan Siqi, Ma Xianglin and others arrived, escorting Li Guozhu and Xunhaidao alive.
During the previous discussion, Ma Xianglin proposed that since he did not know whether there were Cai Feng's people on the route to Yuegang in the west, and he did not know whether there were hidden stakes on the patrol road in Yuegang, Liu Shimin should stay on the island first. Well, I and my subordinates will first take the two prisoners back to Fujian, inform the governor and the Yamen of Zhensi about what happened, and report the matter to the capital by urgent mail, and then use the Weaving Bureau's own lucky boat to pick up Liu Shimin and Zheng Haizhu.
After all, Li Guozhu's father, Li Dan, had previously mediated the disputes between the Ming Dynasty and foreigners. It would be more appropriate for the court to decide how to deal with Li Guozhu, a rebellious son who conspired with the Frankies and murdered an internal admiral.
As for Yan Siqi, Zheng Zhilong took the initiative to volunteer and returned to Fujian with Ma Xianglin.
The young man said frankly that he and Li Dan were family friends, so it would be more powerful for him to testify against Li Guozhu. Moreover, if the news spread to the Li family in Japan, they would not dare to take revenge on Yan Siqi's people at the Daishan Island salt farm in Zhejiang.
In the sunshine, a group of people came to the small ferry sampan. Yan Siqi patted Zheng Zhilong on the shoulder and said to Ma Xianglin: "General Ma, have a good trip. I, my little brother, can you please take care of me."
Ma Xianglin returned the gift with his hand.
For a moment, he felt a hero's pity for Yan Siqi, and for a moment he felt that there was no point in talking about the depth of our friendship. Then he thought about it again, and it was not good to be cold and unresponsive.
The young general suddenly caught a glimpse of the Muramasa sword tied to Zheng Haizhu's waist, and said with a smile: "Miss Zheng is calm in the face of battle. She can be trained. Yan Zhuangshi taught her a few moves, which is also good for self-defense."
Immediately, I thought about a knot in my mind, and couldn't help but add: "Ms. Meng Zheng saved my life with a porcelain thunder before, and gave me a fine steel chisel as a token of gratitude. That short blade is also very handy for defending against enemies at close range, and it is worth practicing." practice."
Of course Yan Siqi remembered the sharp weapon that opened the stone door of the treasure cave on Daishan Island.
The turmoil involving Mao Wenlong, the side general, was originally a secret, but this time, since he had turned against Li Guozhu, the matter could not be concealed. After discussion with Zheng Haizhu, Yan Siqi took the initiative to confess to Liu Shimin and Ma Xianglin.
Liu Shimin was about to tie Yan Siqi to his own interests, so he showed relief and said some comforting words such as Liaodong generals selling military resources were excusable and the matter would be discussed later.
Hearing Ma Xianglin talk about it, Yan Siqi said calmly: "Well, I was lucky enough to see Yan in Daishan, and he was holding a very good one."
Zheng Haizhu's eyes flashed and he continued: "Back when my brother is helping to train the local soldiers in the village to fight in close combat, I will learn how to practice."
But Li Guozhu, who was being escorted onto the ship, laughed sternly: "Sister Zheng, if you hadn't asked Yan Siqi to stock up on fragrant medicine when you were in Daishan, how could your old friend have passed by the small island of Luzon, and how could you have offended Fran?" Ji people. They say that swordsmanship brings disaster, and beauty is even more of a disaster."
A person with a black heart will often speak dishonorable words, and everyone will ignore him. After saying goodbye, those who sail the boat will set off, and those who return to the village will return to the village.
Only Zheng Haizhu suddenly realized that his appearance had indeed flapped like the wings of a butterfly, changing some of the time points and specific content of historical events.
But if you think about it more deeply, this is inevitable. Yan Siqi has a chivalrous and heroic spirit in his heart. If he had not fought hard with the Spaniards this time, he would have fought hard with the Japanese who oppressed the Chinese in Hirado a few years later.
Regardless of whether you start first or later, you have to first come to Taiwan.
However, under this time and space, at least for now, it is possible for Yan Siqi to obtain Zheng Chenggong's status in advance and be officially recognized by the Ming Empire.
When everyone walked back to Siraya Village, Wen Akun came to greet them.
"Azhu, the tea is ready, watch it." She pointed to a thatched hut and said.
A Kun's Chinese always lacks adverbs and has no grammar, but he can always use the most critical vocabulary to express complete meanings.
Words reflect the mind, Zheng Haizhu became more and more certain that A Kun was a very smart woman.
Liu Shimin smiled and said: "Azhu, is this the kind of new tea you mentioned that can make money from foreigners' pockets? Let's go and have a look."
On the pile of firewood lit in front of the thatched shed, two clay pots were hung.
The aroma of goat's milk is intertwined with another peculiar taste.
Grandma Wen, the female chief, was sitting on a simple wooden chair, picking out new tea from the bamboo plaque.
Just like those grandmothers who tell stories while basking in the sun, giving people a sense of tranquility and intimacy in any time and space.
Grandma Wen raised her head and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Sure enough, your distinguished guest brings good luck. This year's wild tea buds early, is fragrant and tender, and to prepare it in such a way, to be honest, I'm really reluctant to part with it."
Zheng Haizhu smiled, thanked Grandma Wen, walked over to the pottery pot and observed it carefully for a while, then said to Ah Kun: "Leave the fire, serve."
A Kun carefully removed the pottery pot, placed it on the stone table, and poured the tea soup in the pot into the Dehua white porcelain tea cup that the Han guests had brought ashore.
When everyone came closer, what they saw was not the familiar green or light yellow, but a piece of brown-red, like amber or agate.
Zheng Haizhu and A Kun served tea to Grandma Wen and Liu Shimin respectively.
The two took it, and while they were still smelling the fragrance of the tea against the hot air, they heard a "pop" sound beside them. It was Yan Siqi who took the teacup for himself to drink, and spit out the tea.
Wen Akun frowned slightly, then quickly unfolded his eyebrows and handed over a handkerchief made of kudzu and hemp around his waist.
Yan Siqi had been invited by Grandma Wen and Liu Shimin to have an in-depth discussion about the plan to take root in Taiwan and marry the Wen family. From a moment of shock to deep contemplation, Yan Siqi gradually became determined to return to the Ming Dynasty and open up a new world.
Therefore, in the past few days, he has also been observing Wen Akun. Although it is not related to the emotions of love, he also feels that the future female chief of Siraya is calm and polite, and her gestures are elegant. He will never She and her people should be treated as foreigners and looked down upon with condescension.
Yan Siqi then hurriedly took the handkerchief with both hands, wiped the tea from his beard, nodded gratefully to Ah Kun, and then said to Zheng Haizhu: "Azhu, how come this tea you made has sweetness, and it's still like this, and it's wrapped like this Tongue."
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