"Ximang, you are really here." The person who spoke was a high-necked Folang Jiman.

"Come on, Louis, have a drink with me, and in the words of the Ming people, do it." Ximang picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

The wine cup as big as a copper coin was taken into Louis's hand, he raised his head and drank it in one sip, and then he was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue.

"Ha ha."

Seeing Louis's appearance after drinking, Ximang couldn't help laughing.

After the laughter stopped, he said, "The wine from Ming Kingdom is the wine that the warriors should drink. Louis, you can't. After being in Ming Kingdom for so long, you still can't even drink a sip."

"The wine of Ming people is too spicy. Fortunately, I am just a cannon caster, so I don't have to be the warrior in your mouth." Louis dug a bite of potato paste with a spoon and put it in his mouth and ate it.

Ximang's tone suddenly became low and said, "I really envy you, Louis, who can do what you like. Unlike me, who has been in the East for so long, I can only test the cannons for you in the artillery factory."

"Okay Ximang." Louis said, "What's wrong with the artillery factory? It's much more stable than when you were a mercenary before. At least you don't have to worry about being hit by the enemy's cannon and losing your life."

"This is not the life I want," said Simang. "I like the battlefield and the smell of gunpowder, so I came to the East."

Louis shrugged and said, "I think you prefer those shining gold coins."

"Of course, I like those little cuties too much. Don't you like it? It would be even better if I could go to the battlefield again." Ximang's eyes shined when talking about the gold coins.

"I like those little cuties, too," Louis said.

"I heard that the Chinese people were fighting against the Tatars in the north. Do you think I want to join the Ming army?" Ximang looked up at Louis.

"You don't have a chance," said Louis. "The Emperor of Ming has an army of millions of people. He will not hire mercenaries like you, so you will die, unless you want to stand together in the Tatars."

Ximang shook his head and said, "The Tatars in the northern part of Ming Dynasty are just a group of barbarians. I, Ximang, will not fight for the barbarians."

"So, the artillery factory is the best place for you, unless you want to go out to sea to be a sailor," said Louis.

"No, I'm an excellent army gunner." Ximang's eyes widened, as if being a sailor was a humiliation to him.

Louis said: "You are just a mercenary from artillery, and there are cannons on the ship. You can stay on the ship as a gunner and display your talents."

"That's different," said Simang. "Give me a four-pound cannon and I can easily hit a target of five hundred yards, but at sea, even if I give me a twelve-pound cannon, I'm not sure I hit the target."

"Then there is no way," said Louis. "The emperors of the Ming Kingdom had millions of troops, so there was never a shortage of soldiers who served the emperor of the Ming Kingdom. They did not need mercenaries at all, and those Tatars were talented in tens of thousands, and I believe that they would be pacified by the emperor of the Ming Kingdom soon."

Ximang said, "I obey Father Jose's words that the Emperor of Ming was defeated several times in the north by the Tatars and lost a lot of land, so the Emperor of Ming needed a powerful gunner like me."

Seeing that his friend Simang didn't listen to his advice at all, Louis shrugged helplessly and said, "You should say this to Nicholas."

"Is this smart boy Nikola here?" Ximang turned around and looked towards the door.

"Luis, Ximang, I'm very happy to see you." Zheng Yiguan came over and greeted the two of them with a smile.

He walked to the empty seat between the two and sat down.

"Come on, Nikola, have a drink with me." Ximang picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine and handed it to Zheng Yiguan.

Zheng Yiguan took the wine cup, the two of them touched each other and drank it all in one gulp.

"I really don't understand you, what's so good about such a spicy wine?" Louis, who looked at the two of them clinking glasses, shook his head incomprehensible.

Zheng Yiguan took the wine pot and poured a cup of Ximang and himself each.

Simang smelled the aroma of the wine and said intoxicatedly: "This is the wine that the Warriors drank. Louis, you have never been to the battlefield, so naturally you don't understand."

"I prefer the days I am now," said Louis.

Zheng Yiguan smiled and said, "We in Ming Dynasty have a saying that radish and vegetables each have their own preferences. Louis, if you don't like drinking, you can drink tea. The tea in Ming Dynasty is also very good."

"No, with you with Ximang, I think I can go back. I will go to the artillery factory tomorrow." Louis stood up and said to Ximang again, "Ximang, drink less, otherwise you will be late for work the next day when you are drunk, and Vitorino is already very dissatisfied with you."

"Louis wait." Zheng Yiguan called out to Louis who was about to leave and said, "Sit down for a while, I want to talk to you about something."

"Nicolah, I'm very angry. I thought you were here to drink with me, but it turned out to be here to find Louis." Simao pretended to be angry.

"Okay Simao, Nicholas is not a joke. Maybe there is something important to come to me." Louis said to Simao and sat back in his seat.

"Okay! Talking about it." Ximang shrugged, raised the wine cup, and took a sip on his own.

Zheng Yiguan turned his head and looked at Louis and said, "Louis, have you ever thought about leaving Xiangshan Ao and going to the north of the Ming Dynasty?"

"The north of Ming Dynasty? Could it be that your Ming emperor wants to hire someone to fight the Tatars?" Ximang's eyes lit up and the wine glass in his hand was also put down.

Zheng Yiguan said: "It's not our emperor, but a big businessman in the northern part of the Ming Dynasty wanted to find a cannon caster to cast cannons."

"What a pity. I thought you, the emperor of Ming Dynasty needed mercenaries. I am an excellent gunner." Ximang looked regretful.

Zheng Yiguan explained: "The place where the war with the Tatars was in the northeast. The great merchant was located in the Datong area of ​​Xuanfu, and the Tatars there did not go to war with the Ming Dynasty."

"You Ming Kingdom is simply too big. There are several places in the north." Ximang said with a frown.

Louis said in confusion: "What are the merchants of Ming Kingdom doing to cast cannons? They also want the Tatars to start a war?"

Zheng Yiguan said: "To protect the safety of the caravan! The Tatars on the grassland are very barbaric and always like to do some looting."

Louis shook his head and said, "I'm sorry Nicholas, I'm afraid I can't make cannons for that big merchant."
Chapter completed!