After arranging Cao Bianjiao and Cao Wenzhao's uncle and nephew to Apari to support Wu Ke in the aftermath, Yang Feng let the generals disperse and return to the inner hall alone.

Looking at the empty room, he couldn't help feeling a little lonely for a moment. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Hai Lanzhu and the others for almost a month, and he didn't know how they were in Xiamen. Last month, he worked hard on these wives and concubines for a long time, and he didn't know if anyone could get pregnant.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng's longing became stronger, and he suddenly felt the urge to go back to Fujian to see his wives and concubines. However, he has just returned from modern society for only a week, but he is not good to run around casually. What's more, as the commander of the army, he still has to set an example in some things.

The more Yang Feng thought about it, the more he became a little irritated. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still early before the meal time. "Forget it, let's go out for a walk."

Yang Feng called Song Ye, took a few servants to put on ordinary casual clothes and went out, and the group walked to the trading market near the wharf.

As the largest port in northern Luzon, the prosperity of Lavague is naturally unquestionable. In this two-mile market, there are bustling crowds everywhere.

Countless businessmen wearing different clothes and different skin colors, speaking various languages ​​and accents were talking loudly, and some of them were still gestured to each other, and they ignored the Jiangning Army soldiers who were responsible for patrol from time to time.

It seems that after this period of time, these merchants have become accustomed to the Ming Dynasty's rule over here. But this is not surprising. For merchants, as long as they can do business, no matter who comes to rule here, it will be the same.

"Mr. Marquis, there are quite a lot of people here." Song Ye, who was following Yang Feng, also widened his eyes in surprise.

Yang Feng turned his head to look at him, smiled and said, "Song Ye, how do you think this place is compared to Xiamen?"

Song Ye scratched his head, thought for a while before saying, "The villain thinks it's almost the same, but there seems to be more things here. For example, the Japanese man..."

He pointed to a man in a wide kimono not far away and said, "Look, the lacquerware sold by the Japanese man is very unique, and he rarely sees it in Fujian. There is also where... he actually put a piece of black and black wood to sell it. He can think of it, why can that thing be used for firewood?"

After saying that, Song Ye couldn't help laughing, but didn't notice the slightly change of expression when Yang Feng looked along his fingers.

Ignoring Song Ye, Yang Feng walked towards the place where Song Ye called black wood.

It was still hard to see clearly when it was far away, but when Yang Feng walked to the wood, he realized that it was even bigger than expected.

I saw that the diameter of this wood is about one meter and the length is about ten meters. It is chestnut brown, with black and chestnut brown stripes. When Yang Feng approaches, you can still smell a faint fragrance unique to the trees.

After years of study and influence, Yang Feng's eyes were much better than when he first arrived in the Ming Dynasty. He could see at a glance that the rotten wood that Song Ye called black paint was actually a rare ebony.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng's eyes immediately became different when he looked at this wood again. However, after years of experience, his performance was naturally not so unbearable. He turned around the wood twice, looked around carefully, and shouted: "Who is the owner of this wood? Please come out."

"Who is the owner of this wood?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng shouted a lot, but no one around him said anything. Just as Yang Feng shouted so hard that his throat was a little dry, a woman's voice rang next to him.

"This... this guest, I am... the owner of this wood. Do you want to buy this wood?"

Yang Feng looked up and found that it was a woman about twenty-three or four years old, wearing traditional Luzon costume standing in front of him, looking at him timidly.

“Huh…”

After seeing this woman, Yang Feng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The reason for this is not that Yang Feng can't move when he sees the beauty. In fact, although this woman is beautiful and tall, what really surprised him was that this woman was actually a mixed-race child.

She is about 1.75 meters tall and only half a head higher than Yang Feng. Among the people of this era, Yang Feng is probably a tall bridge of her nose because she is a mixed race between white and yellow people. Her figure looks quite eye-catching because she is a white person and a yellow person. She is covered with her tall body.

However, what makes Yang Feng most incredible is that when the people around him see such a beautiful woman, what they reveal in their eyes is not the expression of a normal man seeing a beautiful woman, but the disgust and contempt that cannot be concealed.

Seeing the woman standing in front of him with her head down and dared not speak, Yang Feng pointed to the wood in front of him and asked, "Is this wood yours?"

The woman whispered: "Reply to this guest official, yes."

Looking at this woman who didn't even dare to look at her, Yang Feng frowned slightly, "I bought this piece of wood, should you offer a price?"

The woman looked at Yang Feng, who was standing there alone, looked unhurried and powerful. She looked at the more than ten people standing behind him who could not hide the sturdy smell even in plain clothes. She shook her silver teeth and said boldly: "If the guest really wants it, just give the Caomin fifty taels of silver."

"What... fifty taels of silver?"

"Fifty taels of silver?"

It was not only Yang Feng who exclaimed at the same time, but also the merchants and people who were curious about watching around him.

Seeing Yang Feng's unbelievable look, the woman thought the other party thought it was too expensive, so she hurriedly said, "Celebrity, this ebony was left by Cao Min's father. When his father was alive, he once said that if this wood was less than 100 taels of silver, it would not be sold. But now Cao Min's family urgently needs silver, so it is only priced at fifty taels of silver, which is definitely not a price increase!"

At this time, someone next to him whispered: "Catherine, why are you bragging about? This broken wood has been sold since your devil father. It has been sold for more than ten years and has not been sold yet. Do you still want to deceive this foreigner now?"

"I don't!"

After hearing this, the originally timid girl stood up and shouted: "This piece of wood is worth fifty taels of silver, and my father will not deceive me."
Chapter completed!