Seeing Liang Pengfei burying his head and swallowing the hot and fragrant fish porridge, Liang Yuanxia breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he took Liang Pengfei to the maritime business because he hoped that his son could become a weapon as soon as possible and take over the family business of the old Liang family as soon as possible. Yesterday's fright scared most of his soul. The old Liang family has reached Liang Pengfei's generation, but he is a single seedling. If he really has something to do, how should he explain to his wife and Liang Pengfei's grandmother? You know, Liang Pengfei's only seedling is the lifeblood of his mother's eyes and the flesh in his heart.

After eating it dry, Liang Pengfei satisfies his fill. It was still the aroma of Chinese food. Although the food in Africa had a unique flavor, it was just a few of them, and there were no different kinds of famous dishes with ever-changing tastes in China. Just this bowl of fish porridge caught Liang Pengfei's greed. Back on the land, he made a fucking roasted suckling pig to enjoy it first. Thinking of the crispy golden pig skin and the greasy suckling pork, Lao Liang's saliva almost dripped out.

"Peng'er, it's not enough. Dad, I'll serve you another bowl." Liang Daren said that his son's appetite increased sharply and he was very pleased that being able to eat was a good thing, which proves that his son's recovery ability is good.

"No need, my son is full." Liang Pengfei shook his head. "If you have anything to do, please tell me." Liang Pengfei has never been a person who can sit on his butt. The pain on his head has been relieved a lot. He had just made a full meal and had no place to use his strength. Liang Pengfei bravely said that when he reached a strange environment, he had to understand the people and things around him in the shortest time. This is a condition that an excellent salesperson must have.

"What can I do? Haha, just take care of your body well for me, and don't worry about other things." Liang Yuanxia took the big sea bowl and placed it aside, patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder and said.

At this time, the manager Lu Yuan walked in with a musket and told Liang Yuanxia that the injured ship had almost been repaired. The twenty captured foreigners were detained in the bottom cabin and asked Liang Yuanxia what to do with these guys.

"There are very few people who dare to steal my fleet. When did these French people become so brave?" Liang Yuanxia straightened her burly body and said in a deep voice, with a fierce murderous intent on her body.

"The young man asked, "The interpreter asked. They claimed that they had just passed by this area. When they saw that our fleet did not have many artillery, they wanted to get a vote. In addition, they hoped that we could release them and these prisoners and they could pay us ransom." Lu Yuan replied respectfully.

"We do not have this rule in our business. We hurt my son like this. Do you want to survive? I cut him off and feed him the shark." Liang Yuanxia clenched her fists with her big fists, and the light in her eyes was even more dazzling than the sun that shot into the cabin.

Liang Pengfei narrowed his eyes and felt strange in his heart, ransom? It seems that in the West, only the war between nobles still requires ransom to redeem the hostages. After hearing Liang Yuanxia's orders, Lu Yuan, who didn't even raise his eyes, turned around and walked out of the hatch.

Liang Pengfei shouted, "Wait, Manager Lu, please show me that musket." Liang Pengfei stared at the musket in Lu Yuan's hand. He had never seen the authentic product of this old musket. At most, he had seen it in the pictures before, and Liang Pengfei couldn't help feeling itchy.

Lu Yuan was stunned by Liang Pengfei's orders, and looked up and glanced at Liang Yuanxia. Seeing that Liang Yuanxia had no objection, he handed the musket in his hand to Liang Pengfei's hand. "Young Master, be careful, this musket has been loaded with ammunition."

Liang Pengfei quickly took it into his hand, fiddled with a few tricks, and couldn't help but curl his lips with contempt. It seemed that it was really worthy of the 18th century. This flintlock rifle was so simple that it was not much more beautiful than a fire stick. Thinking about the light weapons he had played with in later generations, Liang Pengfei suddenly lost interest. However, when his eyes fell on somewhere on the gun, he couldn't help but be stunned: "No, since he was a Frenchman, how could he use British guns?"

Question marks appeared on both Lu Yuan and Liang Yuanxia's heads. "Peng'er, what do you mean?"

"Dad, look here. The company name of the manufacturer of this gun is in English words." Liang Pengfei pointed his fingers on the characters on the gun body. Regarding the ransom issue just now, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"By the way, are the other guns of the same type as this one?" Liang Pengfei returned the musket to Lu Zheng and asked afterwards.

"This, I didn't care at that time." Lu Zheng was slightly stunned, shook his head and replied.

"Dad, don't kill those people first, I want to go and see them first." Liang Pengfei turned his head and looked at his father Liang Yuanxia. Liang Yuanxia smiled and said, "Since you think there is a problem, let's deal with it."

After hearing this, Liang Yuanxia's unreserved trusting look at him, Liang Pengfei, who was hot in his heart, nodded fiercely.

Sure enough, all the sixty-nine muskets seized were made in the UK, and even those cannons were made in the UK. In the end, Liang Pengfei found the answer in the captain's room of the armed merchant ship.

Liang Pengfei took the captain's navigation log and sea chart and said affirmatively: "Dad, this is definitely not an armed merchant ship from France, but from the British. You see, this navigation diary and this navigation chart are all written by the British, and the records above have shown that they have been wandering here for at least three days, so there must be problems here."

Liang Yuanxia's expression also became gloomy. She raised her eyebrows and looked back at Lu Yuan.

Manager Lu, who rarely speaks on his own, nodded and walked out without saying a word. Liang Yuanxia turned around and patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder: "Good boy, he is worthy of being the one who has read the most in our Liang family. His brain is better than his father."

"You are always well-trained." Liang Pengfei shook his hand and flattered him. Sure enough, Liang Yuanxia, ​​the official Liang smiled and looked very relieved.

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"Young Master is right, they are not French, but British." Just as Liang Yuanxia and Liang Pengfei and his son stood on the bow of this European-style armed merchant ship, admiring the heartbreakingly blue sea surface, Lu Yuan, whose expression seemed to be unchanged, came back, the smell of blood seemed to be a little thicker, and there was still a blood scab on the back of his hand that had not yet been completely condensed.

"However, no matter how the young man asked, they insisted that they were a group of British pirates pretending to be French. I hope we could agree to their conditions and be willing to redeem their lives with three thousand gold coins."

"Dad, I want to ask myself." Liang Pengfei thought about it. These guys are so tough, so there is definitely a big problem. If they are really British pirates, would they think their government would pay for their lives and safety?

This is not the 21st century, and people still talk about human rights to pirates? Liang Pengfei couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

More than ten torches were lit in the bottom cabin, making the lights brightly. The twenty British people were tied up and their hands and feet were thrown in a corner. Many British men were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their eyes were swollen. The expressions they looked at Lu Yuan were full of hatred and fear.

There were two other people hanging on the wall of the boat, looking dying, and their clothes were broken as if they were begging for many years. In front of them, there was a stove, and the soldering iron inside was placed inside, dazzlingly red.

"Master, young master, why are you here?" The bald man who sent carbon to Liang Pengfei in the snow yesterday was naked, revealing his black skin and angular muscles. There seemed to be minced meat and blood scabs hanging on the whip in his hand. When he saw the two men, he showed a real smile, not like to be tortured, but like a honest old farmer who was weeding crops.

The fake doctor who was on guard with a musket next to him also greeted him.

"Monk, scholar, don't kill anyone." Liang Yuanxia laughed. Monk Chen is the nickname of bald man, his real name is Chen Dazhuang. As his name is, because he is born with bald head, everyone calls him a monk. The scholar is the fake doctor. His surname is Bai. He was born into a scholar's disciple. He can be regarded as a cultural person with rich knowledge and agility. He once studied medicine in a pharmacy, so he is responsible for some minor illnesses and injuries of pirates, and he helps write letters from time to time. Therefore, no one called his original name, but Bai Shusheng became his iconic name.

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Chapter completed!