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Chapter 395

Yamamoto Gonbei was the warden of Chofu Port, a lower-level bannerman whose salary was only 100 koku. If his job had been placed a few decades ago, it would have been a fat one. After all, at that time, ships from all over the world gathered in Chofu Port, and merchants contributed

They are dozens of times the salary.

But now, the most he can do is recall the glory of yesterday. Although there are contributions from businessmen now, it is not as good as in the past. These contributions are not even bribes, but just a little bit of their triviality.

However, today was the same as usual. When he was having fun in a brothel by the harbor, when he heard the report of "a Western ship coming to the harbor," he immediately summoned several soldiers to greet him.

Are they Westerners who came from the sea?

Full of doubts, when he punted out to meet it, staring at the black Western-style ship, Yamamoto Gonbei couldn't help but think of the prosperity of Nagafu that his father once described. At that time, there were boats like this moored in the port.

It was a Western ship, and he had only seen such a black Western ship in paintings.

It’s a pity that all these prosperity are gone!

"Oh, I didn't expect to see a Western black ship again in this life."

In fact, the "Texel", an armed merchant ship with 24 guns built by the Dutch in Batavia, is not black. It is just painted with a layer of wood tar as a primer for anti-corrosion. The wood looks darker.

Dark, a bit like "black". However, decades ago, when Portuguese merchant ships first appeared in front of the Japanese, they called these Western-style ships with black hulls "black ships"

”.

However, when he sailed the boat to meet him, Yamamoto Gonbei was murmuring in his heart. How would he talk to the Westerners on the boat? Is there anyone in the city who could speak the red-haired language?

There used to be some, but those people believed in the Red Hair Religion, which was a cult, and they have all been killed. Now I don’t know if anyone alive can speak their words.

Just when he was muttering in his mind, he saw that the people on the boat were all people with similar looks to him, and there were no red-haired people who looked like evil spirits.

"Are you Korean?"

Shouldn't the North Koreans be smuggling quietly? Why did they come here so openly? Don't they know that Japanese ports do not allow foreign ships to enter?

Standing on the deck, Yamamoto Gonbei's eyes widened in shock, and his heart was shocked because these "Koreans" were all too tall, taller than other Koreans he had ever seen.

Looking up at these Koreans, he thought to himself: Why are these Koreans so tall?

In fact, Koreans and Japanese in this era were almost the same, and they were not very tall. Of course, the Japanese were more extreme, not to mention civilians. Even the heights of the so-called fierce generals and daimyo were hard to describe. They were 1.5 to 6 meters tall.

In Japan, those who are "outstanding" and tall and mighty are the norm. One meter three and four meters is the norm. There are many great figures who are known as "Warring States generals". Although the Japanese describe how superior they are in books, later generations will judge them based on their superiority.

According to the armor he left behind, he is generally only about 1.4 to 1.5 meters tall.

As for ordinary people... that is, they are 1.3 meters, or 1.4 meters at most. In the eyes of European missionaries, the European priests who were missionary in Japan at that time described the Japanese cavalry in their diaries as "a group of children fighting on dogs."

!

How can you grow taller if you don't have enough to eat brown rice and wild vegetables all day long? Well, of course after two hundred years of eating bran and drinking water, the missionaries saw that the Han people, who were tall and mighty and generally taller than Europeans, also shrank in height.

a lot of.

However, the people on the ship have not shrunk yet, and they are all tall people from Liaodong. Standing in front of these people, Yamamoto Gonbei naturally feels doubly stressed.

Although he was convinced of their identities from the translator, Yamamoto was still filled with doubts about how such tall Koreans could exist.

"Are you really North Korean?"

Yamamoto's doubts fell in Wang Lun's eyes, which made his heart tighten. Is there something missing?

Guo Daishan, who was on the side, had already grasped the handle of the knife, but what happened next made him relieved. Although Yamamoto was a little confused, he still led them into the harbor.

"You can't dock for the time being. Whether you can dock or not depends on the decision of the feudal lord."

Wang Lun naturally understood this. In his opinion, the rest was only a matter of time. As long as he submitted his credentials, he should be able to open a business store here like the Japanese.

Although North Korea knew about the lock-down order, they did not know that Japan is now only allowed to trade in Nagasaki. As for North Korea and Japan, there is trade with Ma Fan, but it is the Japanese who come to North Korea to buy things, not the North Koreans who come to Japan to sell.

, even if there are a small number of North Korean smugglers, they traffic in privately, and they don’t understand the government’s policies and regulations.

Just when Wang Lun was sending Yamamoto Gonbei off the ship with great expectations, when he was bending over the side, the sea breeze blew, and the hat on his head actually fell off, and only the rat tail on his bare head was floating in the wind.

Shaking.

"braid?"

Yamamoto Gonbei was stunned, staring at the thin braid with wide eyes.

Why do Koreans have braids?

"They are barbarians!"

Almost as soon as Yamamoto Gonbei shouted in fear, Guo Daishan shouted when he saw his identity exposed.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

Guo Daishan, who rebelled with King Gongshun back then, was not only cruel, but also decisive. When he shouted, he jumped directly onto Yamamoto's boat and chopped off his head with a knife. Before the others could react, he used his hand.

In one fell swoop, several Japanese people on board were killed.

But being only a dozen feet away from the shore, everyone on the shore naturally saw this scene.

"It's a barbarian. The people on the Western ships are all barbarians..."

Amidst the shocked shouts, the port also became a mess.

"It's over, it's all over, it's over now..."

Just when Wang Lun opened his eyes and was worried about not being able to complete the task assigned by his master, Guo Daishan shouted loudly.

"Brother Wang, now that your identity has been exposed, you and I should just stop doing nothing and just rob this city..."

In his opinion, these little dwarfs are no match for them. If there are people like this who won't rob them, is it possible to keep them?

"What?"

Wang Lun said in shock.

"Since the deal can't be completed, let's grab some things and go back so that we can deal with the master!"

As soon as Guo Daishan finished speaking, the sailors on the ship immediately shouted.

"That's right, it's better than going back empty-handed!"

For these slaves who have long been accustomed to "robbing the West" and "robbing the Han people", what kind of life have they been living in the past year? They can't grab anything at all. Some people even have their own mothers-in-law.

Akito was robbed, and now...if there is an opportunity to rob money and women, who would miss such an opportunity?

"Guo, General Guo, this, this will ruin the master's affairs..."

Wang Lun shouted in horror.

"Bad thing? It has already reached this point. How bad can it be if it gets worse? As long as we grab enough things, by then, not only will we have no fault, but we will have merit!"

Guo Daishan shouted.

"Brothers often fire cannons in the city, kill them after a while, and then use rockets to set fire to the city. When the fire breaks out, even if their reinforcements come, they can't get up!"

Although it seems reckless, Guo Daishan has his own rules for fighting. After all, he is a veteran who has been marching and fighting for many years.

"General Guo, we can't, we can't."

Nervous Wang Lun tried to stop Guo Daishan, but when he saw the blood on his body, he dared not reach out to stop him.

He just persuaded nervously.

"General Guo, you should think twice. Doing this will ruin the master's important affairs."

"What else can I do to change my job? Now that I have reached this level, it's too late to say anything else."

Guo Daishan shouted loudly.

"Now we can either sail back to North Korea or do something here. There is no other choice. If we go empty-handed, the master will definitely blame you."

"General Guo, you don't know! Master, master has big things to do."

Wang Lun still tried to persuade him, but Guo Daishan didn't buy it. He just stared at him and said coldly.

"What, is it possible that you want to stop me?"

His words made Wang Lun's heart tighten, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"The general misunderstood, misunderstood..."

"Okay, that's a misunderstanding!"

Guo Daishan laughed loudly.
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