"How do you know I can help you?" Black Boy asked again, and the guards' eyes became stern, but the middle-aged handsome guy yesterday was not there.
"I don't know if you can help..." Wang Xian smiled bitterly and said, "But I know that you must be a big shot. I have no choice but to seek medical treatment in a hurry." Seeing that the black boy's expression softened, he complied again.
Climbing said: "I think my brother is very noble and upright. It's okay if you don't know about this kind of thing. How can you ignore it if you know it?"
"Hey..." the black boy couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't put a high hat on me, I'm just a guard with thousands of households, and my rank is lower than that of Yang. And you also said that my mission this time is to escort, so I can't cause any trouble."
Not right."
"Why is this causing trouble? This is upholding justice!" Wang Xian gave full play to his noodle spirit and pestered the black boy. "And the Jin Yiwei are not the eyes and ears of the emperor, so they have the responsibility of investigating!"
"Haha..." Hei Xiaozi said with a smile: "That's the Zhenfu Division you are talking about. The Twelve Guards in Jinyi, the North and South Zhenfu Division are just part of it. I am from the Luan Yi Guard. I only have the duty of guarding, but no detective rights.
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"..." Listening to the serious answer of the black boy, Wang Xian almost fainted. He didn't expect that this boy was so difficult to deal with. He was as slippery as an old fried dough stick. It was easy to catch him, but he couldn't.
He shamelessly brushed it off - this kid is really too thick-skinned. Even though he didn't wear a beard, his secret was already exposed, but he still shamelessly continued to pretend to be Jinyi Qianhu...
The black boy obviously didn't intend to dwell on this matter anymore. He changed the topic and asked with a smile: "By the way, you just said, 'If you don't make decisions for the people when you are an official, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes.' What is this sweet potato?"
"It's just sweet potatoes." Wang Xian turned his head angrily.
"What's a sweet potato?"
"It's a potato."
"What's a potato?"
"Red sweet potato."
"Red sweet potato..."
"Caoguaru."
"..." The black boy was completely speechless, but then he said with a smile: "Being angry won't solve the problem. If you talk to me properly, maybe I will help you when I am happy."
"How can we tolerate trivial matters in national affairs?" Wang Xian said in a depressed tone, feeling aggrieved and angry.
"It depends on my mood when I meddle in other people's business." The black boy looked at the sky with an expression of "What do you mean to me?" He said: "If you are not in a good mood, who wants to meddle in your own business..." After saying that, he lowered his head and was stunned.
When he stopped - he saw Wang Xian's eyes shining with golden light, and he looked like he was obedient, so he just hugged his thighs with both hands.
"Uh..." The black boy said with a chill: "What's wrong with you?"
"What do you want to ask, Master?" Wang Xian blinked quickly and said, "You know what I know, I will tell you."
"You get up first, sit down and talk." The black boy distanced himself from him and said, "What is sweet potato?"
"It's sweet potatoes, also called sweet potatoes." Wang Xian sat upright and said with a flattering look on his face: "Original from South America, it is a magical crop. It is highly adaptable and can grow in any land. It is easy to cultivate and only needs to be cut into sections.
The vines are inserted into the soil and poured with a ladle of water. Moreover, the harvest is guaranteed despite droughts and floods, and it is resistant to diseases and insect pests. The yield is astonishing, several times that of growing grain, and it can be used as a staple food, saving the people from famine..."
"There are such miraculous crops in the world?" Black Boy said in disbelief: "If all the land in my Ming Dynasty were planted with sweet potatoes, wouldn't there be no famine?"
"Uh..." Wang Xian couldn't help crying when he thought that Ming Dynasty would plant all sweet potatoes instead, and eat roasted sweet potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, sweet potato buns...
The trick is to exaggerate the efficacy. He nodded heavily and said: "Yes, that's why the people in South America don't work. They wear gold and silver all day long, sing and dance, drink cocoa and smoke cigarettes. When they are hungry, they
Roast two sweet potatoes, what a magical day."
"Won't you get tired of just eating sweet potatoes?" The black boy was dumbfounded, but he did not lose his judgment.
"When you get tired of it, try roasting corn and peppers..." Wang Xian said calmly: "There are also tomatoes, pumpkins and so on..."
"What is cocoa? Why are cigarettes smoked? And what do peppers, tomatoes, and pumpkins look like?" The black boy turned into a curious baby.
"Cocoa is a fragrant and delicious drink. It can also be made into chocolate. Once you take a bite, it will leave a fragrance on your lips and teeth, and you will feel happy in your heart." Wang Xian's mouth is like a lotus tongue. It is not an exaggeration to say that those exotic delicacies are inherently delicious.
It's very tempting. "As for the chili pepper, it's even more magical. When you take a bite, your mouth will feel like fire. It can make you sweat profusely. But it's also very appetizing. The more you eat, the more you want to eat..."
Not to mention the black boy, even the guards listened with interest and did not realize that the middle-aged handsome guy came in from outside.
When Wang Xian's mouth became dry and he drank water to moisten his throat, the black boy realized that there was an extra person in the room. He put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, the master is back. It's time to test the truth and falsehood." Then he asked the man.
The young man said: "Uncle Ma, are all the sweet potatoes, tomatoes, cigarettes you can smoke, and cocoa you can drink drunk true? How come I've never heard of you mentioning them?"
"I haven't heard of it either..." Uncle Ma shook his head.
"It seems you are bragging." The black boy looked at Wang Xian with a smile and said: "My uncle Ma took... uh, took the royal guards to protect Eunuch Zheng when he went to the West. He is so knowledgeable and well-informed that you cannot compare.
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Without waiting for Wang Xian's answer, Uncle Ma said leisurely: "But the ocean is vast and the world is boundless. The places I have been to are only a small part, and even this small part is just a glimpse of the water and I have not been able to delve into it deeply." There was a pause.
After a moment, he smiled and said: "So if I haven't seen it, I can't say it doesn't exist."
"No one in my Ming Dynasty has ever been to places you haven't been to; and no one in my Ming Dynasty has seen things you haven't seen before." The black boy truly admired Uncle Ma.
"Haha, little friend, where do all these things you mentioned come from?" Uncle Ma was more interested in understanding the unknown than bragging about his own experiences.
"South America."
"Where?" Uncle Ma asked, "Is it over in Nanyang?"
"No, it's going east." Wang Xian pointed to the east and said: "Follow the Suzhou River and enter the sea, and go 30,000 miles east, and you will see the American continent. The things I just mentioned are all produced in South America."
"How do you know?" Black Boy asked in disbelief: "Have you ever been to the sea? Crossed thirty thousand miles of ocean, been to America, and seen those things?"
"Uh..." Wang Xian knew that he couldn't lie. With the other party's ability, he could find out his own details with just a casual check. He could only say vaguely: "I don't know what's going on. These things are just
It’s like it’s imprinted in my mind.”
"Could it be that we were born knowing it?" Hei Xiaozi laughed. There are too many things that cannot be explained in this era, and people's tolerance for strange things is naturally higher.
"Absolutely." Wang Xian nodded confidently, "But I don't remember very clearly."
"Haha..." At this time, Uncle Ma kindly came to Wang Xian's rescue and said: "Sir, don't ask for more details. Didn't you ask him to come here to ask about the Insect Classic?"
"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot." The black boy slapped his head and stopped asking those fantasy stories. He pulled Wang Xian and said, "Quickly, let's continue talking about the Insect Classic. Where did you talk yesterday?" Wang Xian naturally agreed.
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Hei Boy seemed to be in a hurry and couldn't even take care of his meal. He kept listening to Wang Xian's talk until it got dark, and then he recorded all aspects of playing with crickets. After carefully putting away the thick stack of manuscript paper, Hei Boy sat down and let Wang Xian go.
go home.
As for the matter of helping, even though Wang Xian was making insinuations, he was talking about him right and left, without giving any accurate words. He hung Wang Xian in the air, neither up nor down... After a while, he speculated that the black boy wanted to help.
For a while, it didn't feel like it. Maybe no matter how high the other party's status was, he didn't want to provoke the King of Han's disciples, right?
Wang Xian tossed and turned all night, experiencing the pain of having his fate in someone else's hands... As a result, he fell asleep. The next day when he got up with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Wang Xian felt confused. He didn't know what to do.
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Seeing that he was a little depressed, Lin Qing'er made him a cup of tea, and took her brother's guqin to play it for him to relieve his boredom.
The sound of the piano drifted leisurely from their room and echoed in the courtyard. Even Shuai Hui and Er Hei were deeply intoxicated, and they couldn't help but speak softly:
"Do you think there will be any drama in this matter this time?" Shuai Hui asked in a low voice.
"Xuan." Erhei said in a dull voice.
"I feel the same way," Shuai Hui nodded and said, "The people from Yansi didn't even give Fantai and Nedai face. It's simply unbelievable."
"It's not surprising." Erhei said lightly: "Last year, Zhou Zhengtai used your master's strategy to attack the city of Yansi. Doesn't the boss hold a grudge? This time the man named Yang did this. Instead of opposing it, their boss would secretly support him.
Quite...I think this subordinate is so interesting, and he still remembers to avenge the boss."
"You are thinking like a gangster." Shuai Hui didn't believe it.
"Is there any difference?" Er Baibai glanced at him and said, "Sir, I often say that the official world is dangerous. It can be seen that officials are just high-level gangsters."
"Uh..." Shuai Hui thought about it and it seemed right, so he stopped pestering and said: "If you dare not sell the vassal surnamed Yang, I will definitely not pay attention to the accounts of the taiwan and our lord..."
"Nonsense." Erhei nodded.
"Then isn't this going to be a bad thing?" Shuai Hui said with a pale face: "The old man can only sell the fields that the peasants have worked hard for several months to cultivate at a low price in exchange for food?"
"Otherwise, the common people have to sell their fields, so it's better for the government to sell them." Erhei's face, which always showed a lackluster expression, finally showed his displeasure and said, "Before I came, my father said that for thousands of years, all the land has been sold.
Even if a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, I still don’t believe that there is no county magistrate who can defeat a squire. Only now do I know that my father is really fucking insightful!”
While the two were talking, they heard a knock on the door. Shuai Hui quickly stood up and opened the door. He saw a meatball wearing a silk robe, with a rosy nose and a smile on his face standing at the door.