"I have been observing the port for a long time! Your fleet is indeed very powerful! But your sailors are obviously not skilled in the operation of sailing battleships! It can even be said that they are no better than laymen! Your Majesty the Governor!! Governor
Your Excellency, please walk slower!! Listen to me! Listen to me!!"
The white man followed Yan Bing's footsteps and shouted loudly: "You can hire me!! I know all the navigation knowledge! Everything! Including the use of sextant!"
"We will..."
“Surveying and Drawing of Maps!!”
"Also..."
"Ah!?? Then why can't the sailors on the deck even tie a simple sailor's knot?? And the mast!! Foresail, staysail, square sail, all the coordination is wrong! This will only make the ship
The travel speed and turning speed are halved!! And..."
"wipe!!"
Suddenly, Yan Bing turned around suddenly, and the sword was already on the white man's neck. The other man's nonsense immediately stopped, with a look of fear on his face!
Li Bing stared at the other party with narrowed eyes and asked coldly: "How do you know they can't tie the sailor's knot? The deck is so high that you can't even see it under the ship, unless... you have been on the deck?"
"A, deck? I've always dreamed of going up there to take a look... but there's no chance! As for sailor's knots... I saw that when your sailors were unloading cargo, many of the knots that fixed the cargo had to be soaked in water for a long time.
If they couldn't untie it, they pulled out their swords and cut the rope... That's why I concluded... they couldn't tie the sailor's knot..."
The white man finished explaining hesitantly, and then he raised a finger with a playful smile, trying to push away the sword edge on his neck. After all, he didn't want to feel the suffocating feeling that sent chills down his spine for a second.
"wipe!!"
The man didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, but Yan Bing had already sheathed his sword...
"This explanation... does make sense! Let's go!"
"Let's go!? Where to go?"
"You haven't seen what's ahead yet...?" Yan Bing didn't bother to explain any more, put his hands behind his back, and continued walking towards the port...
The white man was instantly overjoyed and hurriedly chased after him...
"Have you agreed to hire me!? Mr. Governor?? Then you are so wise!! I can assure you! You will never regret this decision! But as for the commission... should we talk about it first?
?I hope my annual salary can’t be at least lower than that car of durian, right?”
"Fifty taels of silver per year, uh... eighty-eight ounces! My army has never hired a consultant before, so I'll give you the salary of a hundred households... If you do well, there will be additional rewards! Is this enough?
"
Yan Bing had already made a decision as he spoke...
The other party was obviously very satisfied with the salary. He followed Yan Bing and used all the words of praise he had learned. Although he was full of mistakes and exaggeration, the excitement and joy on his face could not be faked. After all,
Not many adults would really be so excited about getting rich overnight that their noses would bleed. They would hold on to the railing with one hand and follow Yan Bing to climb hard, while holding a handkerchief with the other hand and desperately plugging their nostrils...
So when Yan Bing introduced this "instructor" to the sailors on the flagship for the first time, almost all the soldiers showed suspicious expressions...
"Report to the coach!!"
"speak!"
"I want to ask! Do Europeans like to use hand towels as decoration?"
"Handkerchief...for decoration...??" Yan Bing was confused when asked, and then turned to look at the white man, only to see him twisting the handkerchief into a strip and stuffing it into his nostrils...
The scene was awkward for a time...
Even he himself was aware of the change in the atmosphere, and hurriedly covered the handkerchief with his hand and explained: "How do you say this in Chinese?? On...I'm on fire!! I'm on fire!! Hahaha..."
Real name, Jefferson Rifle
Her parents were British separatist Puritans. They arrived at the British colony of Plymouth in North America on the three-masted cargo ship "Mayflower" twelve years ago. At best, they were fulfilling a labor contract, but to put it bluntly... they were raising a family.
Escape religious persecution…
And that year... he was only eleven years old...
The day after the Mayflower arrived in the town of Plymouth, a group of Indians came to the wooden fence of the town. Just when these newly arrived colonists fell into panic and did not know how to deal with it, the man wearing a feather crown opposite
The Indian elders first expressed their goodwill with actions...
Not only did he bring a lot of fruits and vegetables, he even sent 60 young adults to help the newcomers build houses. It was a cold winter, and without houses, they had to brave the wind and snow during the day.
They continued construction and returned to the cabin of the Mayflower to rest at night. There was no fire in the cabin, so they huddled together to keep warm. This winter, white people and Indians froze to death and suffered frostbite almost every day...
It was not until March of the following year that the first big house was completed. Of the 102 Puritans, only 53 survived, most of whom were women and children. As for the 60 young Indians,
, then only twenty-seven people survived.
At this time, the British colonists were very grateful to these Indians...
Because in the spring season, the Indian elder came again. Not only did he bring more helpers, he also taught this immigrant group how to use their own hands to survive in this primitive environment...
Planting corn, fishing and hunting, how to peel off the skins of prey, and how to make items out of these skins were all taught by the Indians who could teach them, and they truly treated these people as their friends.
Jabenson grew up in such an environment, playing with Indian children of the same age and helping his parents with simple farm work. More and more people came to the town, and they also ushered in their first child in September.
A good harvest season...
People regardless of skin color or age sat together, singing and dancing around the bonfire around the abundant harvest. Everyone was so friendly and generous. Even my parents, who had always been diligent and thrifty, brought out the wine they brewed for everyone to enjoy.
Enjoy.
At that time, Jabenson was extremely happy...
Everything in his eyes... is also colorful...
Until one day five years later, when he saw his mother giving the clothes used by a smallpox patient to the Indians, he was stunned...
He looked at his mother with an expression of disbelief, and her mother also avoided his eyes amid the condemnation of her conscience.
But Jabenson, who kept trembling, finally... said nothing...
Because he knew that if he told him, his parents would die!
And this scene is constantly happening in every household in the town...
Unable to change all this, Ben Jason could only ride to the Indian tribe, find those childhood playmates, and persuade them in crude local language to leave the tribe!! To establish a new tribe of his own!!
But the other party declined on the grounds that the coming-of-age ceremony had not yet been held...
At this moment... how much he wanted to tell these brothers all the truth!! Let them escape from this "land of death" as soon as possible!!
But when the words came to his lips, his eyes were wide open! But he couldn't say a word...
On one side...are my brothers and sisters who I grew up playing with...
On the other side...are my biological parents...
Finally...Jebenson made a choice...
He didn't say anything...just fled back to the town in despair...
Since then, he has never been to that Indian tribe again...
He spent all his savings, bribed a first mate, and took him aboard a cargo ship to become a sailor...
He wanted to escape from here... so he didn't tell anyone, including his parents.
That year, he was only sixteen years old...
In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed. He has learned a lot of navigation knowledge from the captain and first mate, and has traveled more than half of Eurasia on a cargo ship. He thought he would spend his whole life on a small cargo ship, but when
When he saw this huge sailing warship in Malacca, he was instantly captivated...
Sooner or later, I am waiting to die!! If possible! I want to die on this kind of ship!!
Since this idea came to his mind, he couldn't sleep all night. Every time he walked on the deck, he looked at the "huge castle" floating on the sea and thought about it...
It was in this process of constant yearning and observation that he discovered opportunities...and took action.
action
crucial
Most people just miss out on their dreams when they stop before taking action!
But this young man who already had nothing was fearless on the road to chasing his dream...
He repeated his old trick again and waited for a translator from the Tongshun Army in the tavern. He wanted to bribe him, but he was embarrassed to find that the other person seemed to be much richer and more generous than him. Not only did he refuse all his belongings
, and even enthusiastically invited him to dine and drink with him. This inexplicable sense of closeness and warm hospitality was something that no ethnic group in Europe had. It also reminded him of the distant Indian tribe in an instant, and he quickly put on a forced smile.
This memory is re-sealed...
He raised his glass, drank swigs, and drank heartily. In the process of dining and chatting, the translator's wealth and generosity gradually exceeded his poor imagination. It was obvious that the translator insisted that he could only be regarded as a sergeant in Europa, but
In the blink of an eye, when several friends walked into the tavern one after another, he asked them all to be put on his account...
"Could it be...does your family have a title???"
"A title?? I would like to! But who can give it to me... Hahaha!!"
"Then why are you so generous!? Are you richer than them all??"
"Generous?? I just invited a guest. How generous?? Anyway, they will have to invite them back next time, it's the same thing!! Sooner or later!!"
"………………"
Jason was silent...
He looked up at the room full of young soldiers, toasting each other, supporting each other, chatting and laughing, like a family...
At this moment... the memory that he had forcibly sealed broke out again and filled his brain...
Are his best friends...the friends he has played with since childhood...still alive...
