Grand View Garden.

Ping'er swayed her slim figure and dressed in style.

Outside the window of Daoxiang Village, the beating chickens, ducks and geese were still there, and the rooster was domineeringly squeezing the harems aside. Suyun and Biyue were sprinkling rice and millet to eat, watching them play.

The wine cover floated as always.

Rockery, lakes and pavilions separate the entire Grand View Garden into layers of worlds and spaces. It is big or small, but it is small or small. In short, it lives there, maybe you can't see me, I can't see you, even if you see each other, your heart will not see you.

Just like the neighboring Daoxiangcun and Qiushuangzhai, they are obviously neighbors, but they are two worlds.

When chatting and joking, when talking about family affairs, Ping'er got used to standing and saying, "The master's body is getting worse every day. When I talk about Grandma Cong and I always worry..."

"Are you worried that Brother Cong will be forced to resign and return to his hometown to be filial? This worry is not without reason. As an official, he is just as focused on doing something. If he breaks one day, it will be very dangerous and he will not be at ease. This will affect the general trend of the clan..." Li Wan put a piece of osmanthus cake into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

The eyes were changing, and the vitality and vitality that had been nourished in the past gradually faded: "But there is nothing we can do about this. No matter how skilled Brother Cong has, there is nothing we can do. Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents and Teachers... I think, it's okay for us to prepare, but the wives are not a good minister, and each of them does their own job..."

"Well..." Ping'er was deeply worried.

"Why don't you sit?" Li Wan said with a smile.

"I'm used to it, and I can't let go at this time..."

"It's true, it's not a girl anymore. To be a grandma, you have to have grandma's style, otherwise, who will look at you right away!"

...

Over the southeast of Guangzhou, the night is dull. Although the light of oil and fire and lanterns reflect the bright lights of the port, the black clouds are pressuring the city to destroy and the moist air force the insects to crawl and die, making people's moods and emotions easily depressed and depressed.

The lucky boat rides the wind and waves, breaks down, and the war is temporarily extinguished.

A small blow to Defney, the noble foreign girl, Jia Cong came forward, and stood upright on the four-story boat building, the son of Zheng Sancai, the former garrison of Jinling. The Earl Zheng Ren reported angrily: "Sir, it was this group of foreign devils who captured Zhou Wenbai and sent him to the church. I opened fire only if I had no choice..."

This excuse is very good, but why is it like a shameless excuse that a certain island country uses well... But Jia Cong ignored it, his face gradually became gloomy: "In this way, we are not at fault. Mr. Coelho, this is your mistake... I really don't know, I really don't understand why you made such stupid mistakes and decisions..."

The Portuguese also boarded their own ships, but their ships were anchored, with the blue eyes of white-skinned men looking at this side with a high abdication, full of rage, and cheering, praying, thanking God.

"Thank God!" Coelho's blue eyes showed three points of helplessness and seven points of anger: "His Excellency Jia, Mr. Zhou Wenbai of your country, has indeed come to do the Mass because he has received the baptism of the omnipotent God, but we have not tortured him..."

"It's so sarcastic! You and others are not letting go yet? How can you bully me China be weak and incompetent?" Jia Cong was furious, even more angry than Portugal: "Under the command of the Right Army Governor's Office, the military camps of Guangdong and Guangxi obeyed the orders of this governor, the military orders, tiger talismans, and imperial edicts are all here. You must save Master Zhou!"

"Abide by the order!"

boom!

Hundreds and thousands of pounds of pounds were anchored, and the new cannons mounted on the ship opened fire and blasted over. Whenever the operation was completed, the soldiers retreated far away in fear.

The Portuguese were so scared that Christopher said, "Oh! My God! These shameless imitation thieves have made firearms better than us, just like the natives of India, damn it!"

Four ships were driven here, and they could only escape, flee to the estuary of the Pearl River, and go back to Macau, where there were more helpers.

Tang Yao looked at this scene with joy. Somehow, there was a sense of pleasure. He looked at Jia Cong again in a moment. The foreign woman was right, Jia Cong was very shameless... However, I like this shamelessness very much...

Four lucky ships lined up in herringbone shape, one on the left and one on the right, chasing the Portuguese ships.

Fortunately, Portugal was lucky to have a heavy fog, and they were excited to escape this premeditated war.

...

Time passes gradually.

The river surface looks endless, with no end to see, and the waves are sparkling.

The sky is getting closer to grayish white, and it is almost dawn.

The sailors, missionaries, priests, governors, and soldiers were all excited.

The fog slowly dissipated, and Coelho lowered his monocular: "Father, I saw a ship coming in a vague way like the opposite direction. It is very likely that our friendly forces have arrived."

The priest also breathed a sigh of relief, God was always blessing them, and so was the Virgin.

...

Our firearms in this era are not inferior to those of Thais. What Jia Cong did is very simple, which is to guide and control the overall situation. In this way, the people of this era often imitate technological products, which are more imitated than those of Thais... history proves that not only Chinese imitation is powerful, but India is the same.

Of course, it is difficult to implement. People who stand at the forefront of the storm are prone to fall.

Only by having the courage to move forward without fear of all attacks and unparalleled courage can one achieve something.

"Mr. Supervisor, except General Liu of Jiangbei, the remaining one is the female general Lu Tingwan, who was transferred from Guangxi by the lower official... Lord knows that Guangxi is poor and bad water... Cough cough..." Under Lu Tingwan's unkind eyes, Ding Qisheng changed his words: "The mountains in Guangxi are steep... Well, they are so skillful and magical. The female general Lu has experienced it from there and has adapted to the Guangdong coast for several months. Therefore, the combat power of these hundreds of Guangxi wolf soldiers should not be underestimated..."

"No, not bad." Jia Cong sat down with a big sword and pointed at the country: "Finish this stop first, go to sea to do maritime trade, and the profit of maritime trade is as high as a hundred times. Therefore, the military pay will be obtained, and your military merits will be obtained, and your wife will be awarded a wife and son, and your title will be awarded hereditary titles!"

"roar!"

Zhou Wenbai and Zheng Renfen came out of the cabin, so that the sailors and criminals recruited were united under the four floors of Jia Cong's feet, cheering and longing, like a group of wolves who had lost their human nature. Jia Cong was very satisfied and had a kind of ambition... There was no nationalism in this era, and the army was often easily privatized, that is, warlords. Although Jia Cong did not want to become a warlord, this was undoubtedly the strongest guarantee.

After reading some newspapers, Jia Cong returned to the cabin. Defni couldn't stand the cold for a long time, so she stopped. The one who accompanied Jia Cong was the White Lotus Demon, but Jia Cong was thinking of other women... For example, how did Qin Keqing arrange it? How did Miaoyu Xing Xiuyan in Suzhou be like...

"Sir, have the power to destroy foreign devils?" Tang Yao became very interested in Jia Cong.

"You can wait and see."

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost."

"When it comes to pretending to be a god, I am not as strong as you, but..." Jia Cong took the White Lotus Demon Woman to the Grand Master's Chair, clamped and pulled the witch's Buds on the mountain peak: "You always seem a little terrible."

"What does treacherous mean?" The witch's whole body collapsed, like candy, and it melted on a chair.

“In short, it’s stupid.”

"Bullying me for not reading, right?" The witch snorted disdainfully, her beautiful eyes showed murderous intent: "Sir, don't you be afraid. Don't tie me up, I will break your life later?"

"What are you afraid of? I am all my people outside the door. If I die, you will be destined to be sliced ​​into pieces, cut into pieces, or even be insulted by them in turn... At worst, we die together, die under the peony flowers, and be romantic as ghosts, but I am sure you won't... At this time, the night is dark and the wind is high, and the cannon fire is in the sky, so we can also shoot one shot. Wouldn't it be a perfect match? It makes each other interesting?"
Chapter completed!