Chapter 524: What the hell are you looking at me doing!
No, it has a negative meaning, an unpopular word, and any combination of words makes it look so unpopular.
For example, but...
In all things, the most fearful thing is the word "but". After these two words, there will always be words you don't like to hear.
The corners of Xu Hongji's mouth twitched slightly. He always said the word 'but' to others. Today, being unable to give him a chance was really...well, I still have to listen to these words.
"Please say."
"This time I came to see the Duke of Wei. Due to some reasons, I had to act in secret." The man glanced at the Duke of Wei lightly and continued: "The guards of the Kegui Mansion are really a bit too snobbish, and it doesn't matter if they wink at me, but
, I came here on behalf of my family master, so I am not going to retaliate for my anger, I want to fight for my return."
What the man said was plain, but it didn't sound that way to Duke Wei's ears. Damn it, if you don't call it a vengeance, you will be punished. You call it a small belly chicken intestine!
"Such a thing happened, huh, these people are getting more and more outrageous and actually ruined the family tradition of my Wei Guogong family. This matter must not be taken lightly. We must take this opportunity to rectify the family tradition." Wei Guogong was so angry that he was not pretending.
Yes, first of all, this person was lost a little bit. Furthermore, it is really not worth it to offend such a small-minded person just because of a few servants.
Who knows if this guy will go back to stir up trouble!
"Thank you so much, Mr. Guo. Please say another word. This world is different from before. Some things need to be changed, and they have to be changed."
"Oh!" Wei Guogong became interested, glanced at his son beside him, and continued to ask: "Tell me, in Nanjing all year round, the news has become a bit blocked, and it is difficult to hear the truth."
"Well, let's put it this way, in the south, the servants of wealthy families were indeed arrogant and domineering. However, there have been changes in recent years. First, the Han people are not allowed to sell themselves into slavery, and all previous sales contracts are invalid. I
You pay for work, and there is a superior-subordinate relationship, but you are not a master or a servant. You cannot beat or scold you at will, let alone kill people at will."
"This...isn't this going to turn the world upside down? If this happens, those servants will go to heaven. Besides, why should the slaves bought with money be invalidated?" Xu Wenjue was the first to quit.
If this statement is followed, all the thousands of people in the Duke of Wei's palace will become free men, but his dignified young master can no longer beat and scold those bastards at will. This is simply where the ethical code is!
Why? Just because this rule was set by the Lord!
The man raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He just glanced at Xu Wenjue. This sentence alone showed the level of this young master. In the words of the Lord, this is a stupid middle-aged young man, and he needs to be beaten hard.
Only through this can he understand that everything is dangerous and life is difficult.
Wei Guogong coughed slightly and stopped Xu Wenjue's next words with a stern look, "Thank you for your advice. Is there anything else?"
"Second, the emperor commits the same crime as the common people. Of course, this has been said for eighteen hundred years, but the current practice in the south is considered the best. In addition, even the people in the south are rich, although crossbows are very expensive.
, but as long as you are willing, you can still afford it." As he said that, he glanced at Xu Wenjue inadvertently.
What the hell are you looking at me doing!
Xu Wenjue is anxious!
Why the hell am I looking at you? Don’t you have some B-tree in your heart?
Duke Wei rubbed his forehead. His hairline was getting higher and higher. It was too difficult for me.
After taking over Guangxi and forcing the imperial court to grant Qi Hongliang a title, Wang Xuan paid less and less attention to the imperial court. He carried out many legal reforms without caring about the imperial court's feelings.
This kind of reform is a kind of liberation for the people at the bottom, but those who are really in the upper class cannot accept their rights being deprived.
Of course, these so-called upper-class powerful people in society are only what they think. At least in Wang Xuan's eyes, there are only two kinds of people with privileges in the world.
1: That man named Wang Xuan, a handsome, elegant man with a jade tree facing the wind, outstanding, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary appearance like a firework.
Two: Dead people!
After instructing the housekeeper to settle the man, Wei Guogong looked at his son Xu Wenjue with some tiredness and could not wait any longer.
From his father's somewhat pitiful eyes, Xu Wenjue also felt that something bad was about to happen, and his tone immediately turned soft, "What are your instructions, Father?"
"Get ready and go to Japan with me then."
Huh~ He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought that was the case. Then he thought about it and it was good. He hadn't been to that place and didn't know what it was like. Thinking of this, he said with a little excitement: "Okay
Father."
"Well, when the time comes, you can change your name and work under Wang Xuan, and I will intercede for you."
What!?
Xu Wenjue was stunned. His dignified young master wanted to work under a rebel? What a joke!
No, what do you mean by begging for mercy?
As if he could see his son's confusion, Wei Guogong continued: "He has stricter requirements. No one has ever made the same mistake more than twice."
"How is it possible? So what if I commit it?"
"Those people are all dead."
"..." Xu Wenjue said, "Father, can you do it if I don't go?"
"You don't have much time. I heard that Wang Xuan has a famous doctor there, and I will get you a younger brother!"
If you had said this earlier, wouldn’t I have understood!
Half a month later, the fleet set off again. In addition to the 2,000-ton ship from Japan, it was also accompanied by the ships that Wei Guogong had accumulated over the years. Of course, they were smaller.
They didn't bring much supplies with them this time. According to the envoy sent by Wang Xuan, most of the things were owned by the Japanese country, and there were some leftovers. Instead of bringing them themselves, they might as well buy them from merchants in the south, which were cheap and easy to use.
The fleet brought a total of 10,000 people with it. After coming out of the Yangtze River, it first sailed north, then turned east again, and headed straight to Jeju Island in North Korea. After a brief repair on Jeju Island, it arrived at the Japanese country of Kyushu Island.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In fact, without Wang Xuan’s ship as a pilot, with the current navigation technology of the Ming Dynasty, it would be impossible to go to Japan this season. If we just talk about the straight-line distance
, it actually only takes less than half a month to reach Japan, but in fact, in the past, we relied on the monsoons and ocean currents in fixed seasons for navigation, so there were only two round trips a year.
A full two months have passed since then. At this time, the entire Kyushu Island has been completely leveled, and there is no longer any resistance on the island. The strait is guarded by warships, and there is no fear of a counterattack by the Tokugawa shogunate after receiving the news.
During this period, Wang Xuan was not idle either. The other three fleets had returned one after another. Although it was his first time to trade with the Japanese country, the scale was huge and the goods were sufficient. Most of them were daily necessities. He had indeed received orders from daimyo from all over the country.
A warm welcome.
After the transaction, daimyo from all over the country sent a large number of samurai to visit the camp quietly in the middle of the night, wearing night clothes and carrying samurai swords from all directions.
That night, the guards in the camp held a grand reception ceremony, and under the light of dozens of bonfires that suddenly lit up, the two sides held a grand bonfire party.
In this bonfire party, Wang Xuanfang performed dance moves such as volleys of bows and crossbows, blocking with steel shields, and slashing with steel knives. On the Japanese side, blood spattered, heads flew into the sky, and with a flick of his arms, he was more than ten meters away.
The series of wonderful performances gave both parties a great time.
After this "bilateral friendly" exchange, the Japanese side felt extremely honored and sent the caravan away in the grandest and most enthusiastic way.
Damn it, a group of businessmen, why are there so many samurai... This question lingers in every daimyo's mind.
Looking at the silver that came back with a full load, after calculation, it was one million more than the expected six million taels. Sure enough, large-scale dumping was the fastest way to make money.
After the transport fleet returned, Wang Xuan hurriedly began to send people off to the ship. Within a day's delay, these Japanese people would consume less food and would not be able to create value. Waste was shameful, and Wang Xuan would never allow this to happen.
"What is this for?" The fat businessman disguised as a Japanese looked at the soldiers who came in without knowing why, and asked loudly.
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Hurry up and leave. I'll send you to Daming today to live a good life!" The soldier directly took out his steel knife and gestured at the fat man.
After looking at the steel knife and then looking down at his belly, the fat man wisely gave up his intention to refuse and said, "Wait a minute, I'll pack my things."
"No need, hurry up, there is everything on the ship." The order the soldier received was to take the Japanese men on board the ship. Time was precious, and he didn't have much time to wait.
No...there are still a lot of banknotes hidden in the house!
Seeing the soldier raising his knife again, the fat man had no choice but to shut up. He didn't dare to offer bribes or anything like that. That would be equivalent to revealing his identity. What if...
The fat man took a deep look inside the house with reluctance. He turned his head sharply and pretended that without the two hundred thousand taels of silver, he could go back to the Ming Dynasty. At that time, he would have no choice but to go home, and he couldn't really be here.
Be a farmer.
Groups of people were driven out from all over the place, and soon Fatty discovered a problem. The crowds of people who could not be seen were all men, and not a single woman could be seen. What was going on?
When he boarded the ship at the port, he discovered that he had seen this kind of ship structure before. It was a two-thousand-ton ship, and a steady stream of Japanese people were being driven onto the ship. This number was a bit too much!
When he arrived at the merchant ship, he discovered that there were about three hundred people crowded into a warehouse. The air inside was so turbid that the smell of excrement mixed with the smell of unknown human feces, as well as the stench of human sweat and fish, was simply... it made him...
I couldn't help but vomit immediately.
Only this time, the smell in the air became more colorful.
The fat man didn't regain his composure until he almost vomited out his bile. In fact, he was just used to smelling it...