Chapter 105 Surprised to hear about Japanese slaves
Strike while the iron is hot. After the fishing old man left, Zhu Pingan sat by Taihu Lake and leaned on the stone to carefully read the copybook given by the old man.
When I first opened this copybook, I took just one glance and felt like a solitary boat in the sea riding the wind and waves. Every word came to life like a mirror image. Zhu Pingan leaned on the stone, studied it carefully, and stretched out his fingers to figure it out.
Pen movement structure...
Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and the calls of the fishermen in the lake could be heard from far away.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and glanced at the rising sun, and his stomach grumbled in time. Then he reluctantly accepted the copybook, stood up, put the copybook into his schoolbag, packed his things, and walked toward the inn with the black board under his arm.
go.
When I was passing by the street, I was attracted by the aroma of a shop that made "Micha Pork" snacks. So I walked into the shop with a black wooden board under my arm, asked the boss for a portion of Micha Pork and a bowl of rice porridge, and paid for it.
Sit down in the store and wait patiently.
It didn't take long for the store to serve a piece of steaming rice meat. Zhu Pingan took a bite and moved his index finger even though it burned his mouth. The rice meat made by the shop was crispy and full of flavor.
The powder absorbs oil and has a special aroma, making it easy to eat but not greasy.
"Store, please make another one and pack it up to take away." Zhu Pingan stopped the store and paid again.
"Okay, I'll make it for you after you've eaten 70 to 80% of it. It'll be hot when you take it home." The shop owner took the money and said with great consideration for Zhu Ping'an.
"It's time to work over there." Zhu Pingan nodded with satisfaction.
"You're welcome, sir." The store owner smiled and went to entertain other diners.
Zhu Ping'an sat at the table and tasted the rice noodles carefully, and occasionally took a sip of hot porridge. He really felt like he was neither a mandarin duck nor a fairy.
While Zhu Ping'an was enjoying breakfast, several more diners dressed as businessmen entered the store with angry looks on their faces. After each ordered a portion of rice noodles and a few seasonal side dishes, they started talking indignantly.
Got up.
"Those damn Japanese slaves are coming to invade the coast again!"
"Who says it wasn't? The last time was a few years ago. These pickles deserve to be killed. I received a letter from Fei Ge this morning, and I found out that two carts of raw silk had been robbed, and even two of the store clerks were almost murdered.
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"I'm pretty good. I was sick for two days on the carriage ride, so I just happened to hide there. Hey, these small countries should really recruit the king's army to attack them..."
The diners at the table next to him heard this and asked with great concern where they had suffered another disaster from the Japanese pirates.
"This time it's Suzhou Prefecture, which is also in the south of Zhili. Our Anqing Prefecture is far away from the sea, so it's a good place. Let me tell you, those Japanese slaves are all bald and stepping on wooden boards with bare feet, talking to birds.
He is a ferocious spirit who eats raw human flesh, especially the human heart and liver..."
"Although there are not many Japanese slaves, they are ruthless and ruthless. They will not spare any chickens or dogs, and they will scrape the ground three feet away. It is really a tragedy..."
The diners listening nearby couldn't help but gasp, secretly glad that they were in Anqing Mansion. If it were Suzhou Mansion, they would have been in big trouble.
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan couldn't eat anymore! A feeling of depression surged in his heart, which was difficult to dissipate for a long time.
Japanese pirates, devils, almost forgot about this group of scum! Miscellaneous!
The Ming Dynasty was one of the greatest dynasties in Chinese history. Like all great dynasties, it also had its own problems and troubles. That was the Japanese pirates. From the Hongwu year to the Wanli year, the Japanese pirates were almost constant. Especially
The Jiajing period that I am living in now is a period when Japanese pirates are rampant.
At this time, the Warring States Period in Japan had been in chaos for more than a hundred years. War was raging everywhere, no one could find peace, the countryside was deserted, and corpses were everywhere. The homeless wanderers were like wild dogs, and the refugees had no food to grow and no fish to catch. They all died.
The scoundrels set their sights on the wealthy China on the other side of the sea, and Japanese ships set off one after another!
The Japanese pirates in this period were frustrated warriors, ronai and refugees from Japan. Of course, there were also pirates and smuggling groups from my country's coastal areas participating, and the proportion was also large. They formed pirate groups and often invaded China's southeastern coast. In the mid-term, more It was a large-scale raid on the southeastern coastal areas of China. People in coastal areas of Zhejiang, Shandong, Fujian, Guangdong and other provinces were ravaged by Japanese pirates. This Japanese invasion lasted for decades.
Zhu Ping'an's hatred of Japanese pirates far exceeds that of people of this era. They have only experienced Japanese pirates. No one knows about the heinous crimes that that small country committed hundreds of years later on the land of China. They even use the word "animal" to describe the Japanese pirates.
insult.
Now after hearing the news about Japanese pirates ravaging the coast, Zhu Ping'an couldn't hide his indignation. He almost had the urge to abandon his pen and join the army. But thinking that he was just a weak scholar with no power to tie a chicken, abandoning his pen and joining the army would probably only increase the number of Japanese pirates.
There was just a trace of blood on the knife, which put an end to this thought.
Then I thought about it, what about a scholar? He can also strategize, his pen is like a sword, and his plan is like a sword. Moreover, he has thousands of years of accumulation. He has the experience accumulated with the blood of Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou, and national heroes more than a hundred years later.
Platform, I need a platform. I am just a poor guy from a mountain village now. No matter how ambitious I am and have experience and lessons, I have nowhere to put it to use.
Therefore, I thought about the imperial examination even more. The names on the gold list were covered by a veil of darkness. When I was in charge of the coastal area, even a county, I had to do my best to kill the invading Japanese slaves and protect the hard-working and kind-hearted people. If it is a platform
If it's bigger, the better. I don't mind a "black ship incident" at this time. It is said that the island country is rich in silver, and it seems that the women are pretty good too. Well, I think too much, and it is a bit unrealistic. I'd better focus on poetry and calligraphy.
Let’s talk about it after laying a solid foundation.
After eating in a hurry, I took away the rice noodles packaged by the store and left in a hurry. I arrived at the inn early so that I could read more and gain more confidence in being named on the gold list.
Pedestrians on the street often talked about Suzhou Prefecture in twos and threes. When he was approaching the inn, Zhu Ping'an met Tongcheng Xia Luoming, Su Song, Feng Shanshui and others. These people were dressed in gorgeous clothes and held folding fans, and they were all handsome.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Zhu Ping'an said hello from a distance.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming just nodded slightly and did not speak.
"Oh, it turns out it's Brother Zhu Xian, uh, Brother Xian has bought some food again..." Su Song and Feng Shanshui returned the gift. His sharp eyes saw the rice meat in Zhu Pingan's hand, and he couldn't help but order it.
He said this, with a faint smile on his lips.
Those traveling with him naturally thought of Zhu Ping'an's title as a rice bucket, and some couldn't help but laugh.
"After the exam yesterday, it's hard to relax, so why don't you follow us to Jingxian Tower to drink a few glasses of wine." Su Song and Feng Shanshui invited.
"I won't bother you. I still have food in my hand." Zhu Pingan shook the rice meat in his hand and said with a silly smile.
"In that case, let's say goodbye." Su Song, Feng Shanshui and others said goodbye.
Zhu Ping'an also made a gesture of invitation, watching Xia Luoming, Feng Shanshui and others laughing and chatting all the way to Jingxian Tower, as if he had never heard about the Japanese pirates invading Suzhou Prefecture reported on the street.
Back at the inn, uncle Zhu Shouren and others were also drinking and chatting at the table in the lobby. Zhu Pingan did not disturb them, and walked through the lobby carrying the rice meat to his residence.