"Young man, sit down!"

The old man gently extinguished the cigarette butt and put it on the side of the deck, and then gently knocked on the deck and said to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan smiled lightly, didn't say much, and sat down silently on a small stool beside the old man.

"Young people, don't blame the old man for being verbose! Life experience has repeatedly taught us that it is good to know how to care for nature. ”

"But don't worry, the fishing method I use is handed down from my ancestors, and the amount of fish I catch at a time is not too much. That's enough food for the family for two or three days!"

After the old man finished speaking, he handed Yang Yan a short cigarette unique to this side.

Yang Yan said thank you, took it and lit it and took a sip.

The taste is a little spicy, but it has a long aftertaste, and it can finally be tasted.

"My ancestors were pirates," said the old man with a sudden smile, "At that time, it was common to eat the last meal without the next, so I found this way of fishing." ”

"When there was no other source of livelihood, I finally didn't starve to death, so I barely survived in that era of scarcity. ”

Yang Yan smiled lightly:

"Pirates, that's a distant legend!"

"Yes, that's a distant legend indeed. How about you, would you like to hear the story of the Vikings?"

The old man looked at the end of the sea level and asked faintly.

"Well, of course, I want to hear it. ”

It's okay anyway, and listening to the stories of the Vikings is also a good pastime.

"Well, it's going to start from a long, long time ago. ”

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, it was the standard beginning of the story.

"First of all, my ancestors were Vikings, and of course they were also Vikings in general. ”

"From the eighth century to the end of the eleventh century, they infested the islands of Europe and England. ”

"They have traveled almost all over the European continent and even in the Arctic. ”

"At that time, it can be said that the most glorious period of our ancestors is called the Viking Age. ”

The old man's eyes were obviously filled with admiration, recalling the eventful years of his ancestors.

At this time, Yang Yan sat aside and did not interject, just acting as a good listener, listening to the old man tell about the glory of his ancestors.

"Speaking of which, the old man has something to show you, which will surely blow your mind. ”

As if he had suddenly remembered something, the old man stood up and walked towards the houseboat.

After a while, the old man came out.

He also had a handful of long, worn-out iron bars in his hand.

After he got closer, Yang Yan saw clearly, where is this iron bar?

This is clearly an ancient sword of a very old age!

"How's that? yes, do you recognize what this thing is?"

The old man shook the ancient sword in his hand and said with some pride.

Yang Yan said with a smile:

"If I'm not mistaken, this thing must be the Viking sword, the weapon of the Viking pirates to sweep the seas?"

"Oh! yes! I knew it was a Viking sword. It's a pity that many people don't know this kind of thing anymore. ”

"Not to mention you tourists, even those of us who are locals with pirate blood, many of us don't know this kind of sword. ”

The old man sighed softly and said with embarrassment.

"No, how could someone not know such a famous weapon as the Viking sword?"

There is a saying in China that the sedan chair is carried by everyone.

The general meaning is that everyone loves to hear good words.

This can be said to be true everywhere.

You just have to look at the old man's sigh when he heard this, and turned to a smug look.

It's just that his smug smile didn't stay on his face for long, and then there was another heavy sigh.

"It's a pity......," said the old man, in a deep voice, "that you know something that outsiders know, but we locals don't know at all." ”

"There are even quite a few people who have sold all their Viking swords at home. This is simply a blasphemy of the glory of the ancestors. ”

Hearing this, Yang Yan didn't know how to comfort the old man.

In fact, not only the descendants of these Viking pirates, but even in China, which has been inherited for 5,000 years, is also facing a similar embarrassment.

If it was just to sell the heirlooms left by the ancestors, some people even came up with the idea of various funeral goods.

Many historical tombs or ruins have been stolen and excavated, and a large number of ancient cultural relics with great research value have been collected and smuggled around the world.

Yang Yan smiled bitterly, and had to comfort:

"There's no way around it. After all, times are changing, and they may be forced to give up some of the things of their ancestors because of life. ”

The old man has lived for so many years, he is old and sophisticated, how can he not know that Yang Yan is comforting himself?

He shook his head bitterly:

"Okay, let's not talk about that, let's continue with the topic just now!"

"Actually, when it comes to Vikings, you should be more impressed by their strange hats and red beards, right?"

Yang Yan was also happy to end this heavy topic, and nodded hurriedly:

"yes, after all, that's how movies act. Redbeard pirates roared with Viking swords and rushed towards the English merchant ships. ”

The old man shook his head:

"That's what it's going to look like everywhere? Those movies are just!"

Speaking of this, he even waved his fist in righteous indignation.

"At that time, except for those particularly powerful pirates, other small groups of pirates couldn't even eat, where would they have those equipment!"

"At that time, more people were just carrying axes and even improvised clubs and rushing towards the merchant ships. ”

Moreover, in the thirteenth century, King Harold I of N was determined to rid Scotland and the nearby islands of piracy. ”

In fact, he did. Within a short time, some of the Vikings had to flee to Iceland. ”

"However, many more were taken away by the god of death on the way to escape. ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

The god of death?

Yang Yan felt as if he had captured something.

He suddenly showed a subtle smile, lit another cigarette for the old man, and said:

"What god of death? Did they encounter a tsunami, or did they encounter something else?"

The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette, then shook his head disdainfully:

"Hehe, a tsunami? Compared to the god of death, a tsunami is something! ”

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked seemingly unintentionally:

"Oh, isn't the tsunami the most terrible thing on this sea?"

(End of chapter)