Ye Chunqiu looked roughly at the contents in the parchment paper and then remained silent.

The Latin language inside is awkward and difficult to understand, but he roughly remembers it. After he goes back, he can use the brain to translate it.

Zhu Houzhao was very excited about this. He was addicted to the Holy Lord and was very interested in the coming of all countries to pay tribute, especially the Folangji in the extreme west.

He put his hands behind his back and had a mirror set up here in the warm pavilion, so he went to the mirror very solemnly and looked at himself in the mirror carefully, feeling quite good about himself.

When Wang Hua came back from Renshou Palace, Ye Chunqiu knew that Zhu Houzhao was uncomfortable in front of Wang Hua, so he simply said goodbye and left the palace with Wang Hua.

After Wang Hua and Empress Dowager Zhang had a plea, he did not show any expression or say anything he had talked about, and Ye Chunqiu didn't ask much.

After leaving the palace, Wang Hua smiled and said, "It's getting late, and many people should pay the price. I have been away from Beijing for four years. It's time to visit those old friends. Chunqiu, you can go back first."

Ye Chunqiu bowed and said, "Do you want a student to give it away?"

"No need." Wang Hua shook his head and said, "You may not be familiar with this capital. I will just take this carriage."

He got on the carriage and lay comfortably on the sofa. Ye Chunqiu had no choice but to go back first.

When they returned to Ye's mansion, Wang Shouren, Chen Rong and Zhang Jin were not there. Ye Chunqiu asked, Wang Shouren had returned to the new army camp of Zhenguo, and Chen Rong and the other two went to Beijing to travel around, mostly looking for relatives and friends. Both of them came from a large clan, so they wanted some polite visits.

Ye Chunqiu returned to his study. He had a good memory and still remembered the contents in the parchment. He picked up a pen and translated the letters one by one. At the same time, the general content was translated. It means that Manuel I, the king of the Portuguese Kingdom, admired the kindness of the Ming Dynasty, so he was willing to attach himself to his vassals and sent envoys to give the country's tribute.

Because Latin is awkward and difficult to understand, Ye Chunqiu could only translate a general idea. There was probably no problem with this Chinese book. After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing. He was too nervous and always regarded these Folang Ji people as beasts. But in fact, the Folang Ji people of this era were far from as powerful as two hundred years later.

However, in history, no Portuguese asked for tribute. Could it be... that he changed history because he came here? He couldn't help but be amazed. The butterfly effect was too great.

He rested in the study for a while and waited for Zhang Jin and Chen Rong to come back.

The capital was obviously more lively than Hangzhou. When the two returned to Ye’s mansion, they were still chattering, as if discussing the poetry club. Then they found Ye Chunqiu in their study. Zhang Jinxian said: “Chunqiu, let me tell you good news. We have found a good place to build the poetry club in the capital.”

Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment: "But I don't know where?"

Chen Rong said annoyedly: "Don't listen to him nonsense. I don't think it's good to see what good place, after all, it's outside the city."

Zhang Jin angrily said, "What's wrong with the city? The victory is in tranquility. The main thing is to open a bookstore and print poetry books. Why do you have to go to a noisy place? This place is close to the canal and can radiate to all places. The price is also low now. You haven't seen how wide the road there is, I'm looking at it."

The more Ye Chunqiu listened, the more he became, the less he was: "Is there a big bell in the place you mentioned?"

Zhang Jin and Chen Rong were both surprised: "How do you know Chunqiu?"

Ye Chunqiu comforted his forehead and said, "Of course I know that the land belongs to Zhenguo Mansion, and I have a posthumous position, called the counselor of Zhenguo Mansion."

Zhang Jin was immediately overjoyed: "Then it's here. We decided to take a pen and silver to take a piece of land, and use it as the general bureau of the poetry club in the capital. There must be a printing workshop next to it, but it must be done by Wang Shushang."

It is a good thing that the poetry club is located in Zhenguo Mansion! Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "It's so good, land? Forget it, let me open a back door for you. After all, I am the vice president of the poetry club. I always have to give some convenience to the society. There is no need to buy land, but other expenses still have to be paid by the poetry club itself."

He looked at Zhang Jin and continued, "This poetry club can be managed by Brother Chen. Why do I see you idle?"

Ye Chunqiu also knows some of the things in the poetry club among his friends. Although Zhang Jin helped Chen Rong, he is indeed not very good at the poetry club.

He pointed it out directly, and there was no hurdle. Everyone made friends and there was nothing that could not be said.

Zhang Jin wanted to argue, but stammered for a moment, but he didn't know how to argue.

On the contrary, Chen Rong helped him: "Brother Zhang actually..."

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "The nine sons of Longsheng have their own differences. Brother Zhang's strengths are not here. I have no intention of ridicule this. I just want to use Brother Zhang's strengths."

Zhang Jin scratched his head and said, "For the sake of your desire to play to your strengths, I won't bother with you."

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips and said, "Recently, many fellow villagers from Zhejiang have been asking for advice from us. Some have come to Beijing to complain, some have encountered difficulties at home, and some have just come to build relationships. They are all fellow villagers..."

When Zhang Jin heard that Ye Chunqiu’s meaning was wrong, he couldn’t help but get angry: “Brother Ye, this is what you are wrong. Since you know you are a fellow villager in the country, why do you show a hint of embarrassment?”

Ye Chunqiu smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that it's a dilemma, but I can't get rid of it. Even if I ask for it, I'm still unable to do anything. So I want to set up a fellow townsman with a few fellow townsmen in Beijing. Everyone has money to contribute money and strength..."

Zhang Jin's attitude then eased: "What Chunqiu means is to let me come forward to deal with them?"

Ye Chunqiu nodded and said, "This is my simple opinion. In fact, Brother Zhang is just a link. What difficulties does this person have? If there are fellow villagers in Beijing happen to solve it, but these two people don't know each other. Brother Zhang just treats it as a referee. Who will not have any difficulties in the future? If you help me today, you can naturally help others tomorrow. Brother Zhang usually deals with people of all kinds, from high-ranking officials to ordinary villagers, in the future, people from our hometown come to Beijing for the exam, so they should naturally provide some convenience. I can invite some people to discuss this matter, just call the Zhejiang Association. This president, I want to recommend you to do it. You are good at socializing with others and you will not make any mistakes."

Zhang Jin thought about it and became interested: "I just need to socialize with others? It's great. What if someone asks me to come? You won't let me be turned away."
Chapter completed!