He had no good impression of Dongjiang Town, and Mao Jue had never seen Sun Yuanhua. This old man just sent his eldest son and Dou Ba to approve the official documents from the south for himself, and sent Mao Jue away like a plague god, which made him want to settle the score for the old man's last time that he deducted 30,000 to 40,000 taels of money to burn money.

"Damn it, just treat it as spending money to feed the dog to ensure safety!"

Standing on the tail building of the Black Pearl, Mao Jue was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted at the railing with his old face twitching.

It is rare to see his young master getting angry so much, and Su Yi laughed like a flower afterwards. However, before she could finish laughing, Mao Jue's angry voice came again.

"The master is worried about the insult of the minister! Suyi, come back to the room later and give you a hundred slaps to relieve your anger!"

The smile froze on her little face. The next second, Su Yi's face was about to drip bleeding. For some reason, when she set off, her young master seemed to have changed a lot, and her eyes were so hot that she felt terrible. However, when she thought of her shameful appearance, she rose up her little butt and made Mao Jue slapped. Su Yi felt half of her body numb again. A girl's heart couldn't help but hit the deer, and stomped on her little barbarian boots and ran off the bridge like she ran away.

When this evil young man Mao Jue teased the maid, he didn't know that his eyes were also staring at him.

"Is this really a warship in Dongjiang? Whoever is the surname Mao is really willing to spend money on the warship?"

Unlike those scholars of the Ming Dynasty, Sun Yuanhua was a rare figure in this era. Like Lin Zexu in the late Qing Dynasty, he not only did not hold on to the idea of ​​the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Kingdom, but also took the initiative to receive the Catholic baptism and contacted Western learning with hunger. He and Xu Guangqi and others were the first literati and doctors to accept the West.

Unfortunately, this character in history was because of Kong Youde and Li Jiucheng's Wuqiao mutiny, and was beheaded by Wen Tiren, and was sentenced to beheading the capital. The first advanced firearms unit of the Ming Dynasty was brought to the Later Jin Dynasty by Kong Youde, and the hope of reorganizing this unit was also extinguished by Chongzhen himself.

In fact, it is no wonder that Sun Yuanhua hates Mao Jue so much. Mao Wenlong has not done anything good in the past two years. He is very active in demanding wages, but the war on the attack on the Later Jin Dynasty has become increasingly uneasy. In the eyes of pragmatic officials like him, Dongjiang is a waste of money.

The old guy's beard floated straight in surprise. Such a large sail battleship even surpassed the Western running boat he had seen. Seeing his master surprised, the master next to him smiled and arched his fists.

"Master, not only spending money on this warship, this Mao Master is also very generous. He has transported thousands of stones of grain these days to help the poor people from Liao outside the city! It is said that he gave them a thousand taels of silver to return to Liao!"

His face became treacherous, and his two thin beards were like rats. The Shaoxing master lowered his head in a slight manner and said flatteringly.

"Do you want to find a few people to let the poor Liaodong ghosts know each other, spit out some money and food, and be filial to the mansion?"

"Return to Liao?"

But these words made Sun Yuanhua's eyes lit up, and he immediately frowned and shook his head.

"Is there such a big place in Dongjiang?"

After pinching his chin for a moment, the old guy suddenly waved his hand.

"Didn't Kuyin get 30,000 taels last time? Go to Laizhou to contact our ferry. Those Liao people actually want to return north, so they will send them back to Liao!"

"Ah? I'll have to spend money?"

The master was a little dumbfounded. He gave Dongjiang a penny on weekdays, but his master felt sorry for him. How did he change his sex today? He hesitated, but Sun Yuanhua was extremely irritable and waved his hand impatiently.

"These Liao people here have no land, no food or clothing, and there are so many! Sooner or later, it will be a disaster! Now that Mao's surname is willing to accept it is a great good thing, so why don't you do it quickly!"

After sending the master away, Sun Yuanhua was not idle either. He went back to the governor's office and started to sort out his household registration. However, half an hour later, he had another pair of dark old eyes wide open, holding a cooked corn cob and looking left and right, and taking it to the front of his nose to smell it.

"What's this?"

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There are no planes these days, and it is just a dream to arrive in Northeast China and Hainan. Mao Jue only has three months off and has to do business, worship his ancestors and marry a wife. It is a time tight and the task is heavy. Starting from the easternmost corner of the Shandong Peninsula, without even relying on the shore, he directed the fleet and drove westward.

Although the sea ban that lasted for almost two hundred years had been unraveled in the late Jiajing year, the damage to the Ming Dynasty was still obvious. It was about ten kilometers parallel to the shore, and about ten kilometers, Mao Jue did not even see the Ming warships patrolling and interrogating the sea. Instead, outside Nanjing, the pirates encountered one time. More than twenty or thirty meters of pirate ships even regarded Mao Jue as soft persimmons and surrounded them from the southeast like a wolves. Then Mao Jue let them see what hellfire is. Seven or eight were sunk by cannons. The pirates raised the white flag crying and shouting.

Not to mention, the large number of merchants who plundered from Nagasaki Castle flashed golden light at this time. Among the more than 30 Nagasaki Han merchants, almost a few of them did not run on both sides of Nagasaki, Jiangnan all year round. They were all transparent about the curves along the coast. More than a dozen people knew these pirates. With acquaintances, they made it much easier to speak. Mao Jue also followed the customs and took out hundreds of taels of silver incense. He had seen the powerful pirates and turned swords into jade. Under their reception, Mao Jue also found a harbor on Changshan Island north of the Zhoushan Islands where his warships could be parked here.

He didn't want to drive the Black Pearl into Jiangnan. It's okay to be in the north, with a vast land and sparse population, and not many people paid attention to it. Jiangnan is the nest of those civil servants. God knows how those vested interests should rebound from the sea.

He has no favoritism for Mao Jue, a minister of the Southern Ming Dynasty who has not defended him for even two years in history.

Of course, pirates cannot believe it all. This time, the puppet sea that followed Mao Jue south was also left to Zhoushan by Mao Jue. Here he changed several pirate blessing ships similar to those of the maritime merchants, plus a Dongjiang blessing ship. After a while, Mao Jue drove to the mainland.

After walking east for another day, Mao Jue finally set foot on the first stop in Jiangnan on the eighth day of the second month.

Songjiang!

This name may be unfamiliar to many people, but when it comes to its name in later generations, everyone will be familiar with it, Shanghai, the magic capital!

It all shows that it was the most prosperous era when China's capitalism was in its infancy, and there was also the saying that it could not buy all Songjiang cloth or Weitangsha, but the deepest impression it had on Mao Jue here was that it was that there were many people!

It is densely populated, and it is less than a few miles away from the harbor. Walking on the narrow Jiangnan path, it is now early spring. There are already layers of farmers in the paddy fields, looking around, stretching endlessly. Occasionally, there are trees full of tall mulberry trees, and there is a mulberry garden underneath.

As for the tall weaving loom brought back by Huang Daopo, there were all over the place.

It is really different from the northern land. Even if Mao Jue desperately moves people, it is still the norm. With such a dense population, Mao Jue estimated that just a small area of ​​Shanghai County, less than one-third of Tieshan, the population is probably as large as the entire Dongjiang Town.

It is really unfair to heaven. The north is either a drought or a flood. At this time, the mountains, Shaanxi and Henan are already thousands of miles away. The land here is fertile but it can still produce rice with rice with stew, which makes people feel full and enviable.

In this era, prosperity is the scenery. When I walked here, my eyes were not enough for me to see. I held the horse's reins with my hands, and my little head kept looking around, and I was amazed from time to time. This pattern made Mao Jue feel as if he would have come to the future generations. He looked around in a daze. However, after walking twenty miles from the beach, when he saw the blue-gray ancient city of Songjiang faintly appeared on the horizon, a burst of noise suddenly spread from the village on the side of the road.

More than a dozen strong men were digging big holes under mulberry trees, and a large group of people were watching there. From time to time, there were shrill crying from women to watch the fun. It is human nature to watch the fun. Lu Xun once criticized the Chinese people for watching the fun, but not only Chinese, American, German, Japanese, and British people also watched the fun, and Mao Jue was no exception. He couldn't help but tied the reins of the horse and looked at it.

I thought it was a funeral, but who knew that as I looked, the pit was dug almost the same. A young woman in a white skirt and black hair shawl came out from the crowd. She couldn't see her appearance clearly from too far away. Just saw a pair of slender hands tied behind her back by a rope. She was tied so tightly that she could see it from afar. Amid the screams of the crowd, these strong men in blue clothes carried the woman and threw her into the pit. Then, amid the woman's crying, she shoveled the soil and shoveled it over.

In broad daylight, bury living people alive!

I read the news before traveling through time. There were women with dead husbands in India who were directly thrown into fire by villagers to burn their husbands to death. Some people also heard that in ancient times, women who were unfaithful in their lords were put into pig cages and threw them into the river and drowned alive. But all of these made Mao Jue feel very far away, just like the legend in the story. But today, this scene happened in front of him, and Mao Jue was shocked and widened his eyes.

On this side, Suyi looked over the watery eyes pitifully, but before she could plead with her mercy, Mao Jue had already squeezed the horse's belly with his feet, took out the revolver with his right hand, and followed him, dozens of knights neatly turned the horse's heads.

Just as the soil was half buried, fierce gunfire suddenly rang behind the crowd.
Chapter completed!