Listening to him, the primitive man stopped reading, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who are you?"

The primitive man learned according to his words.

Seeing this, Zheng Fei inadvertently squeezed his brows together.

After a few seconds of silence, he saw that the primitive man opened his mouth and seemed to be about to start reciting poetry again, and he hurriedly jumped out casually: "It's like a river flowing eastward." ”

"It's like a river flowing eastward. ”

Sure enough, the primitive man repeated it again.

Next, Zheng Fei tried Latin and English respectively, and the primitive people repeated them word for word.

Zheng Fei took a deep breath as if relieved, and slowly exhaled it, calming down emotionally.

His guess was:

Primitive man, during his coma, was in a wonderful state between normal and vegetative, conscious and sentient, but unable to control himself with his brain to wake up.

Primitive life is active, and he would rather chase small animals running all over the ground on the grasslands of the Americas, and he will never sit down quietly, and being unable to move is simply a great torment for him.

So, he began to find something for himself to do, such as listening carefully to the people around him, repeating in his mind and remembering that this was his only pastime.

......

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei's thinking was much smoother, and he smiled with relief for a while.

Then, I fell into deep thought again.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. "The primitive man is still muttering.

Now the question arises - who read the verses to primitive people?

Primitive man has been in the infirmary since he was injured and has only been carried to the ship today.

Zheng Fei turned his head and looked at the doctor who had always been silent and didn't know why, with a solemn face.

"Has anyone been to your hospital lately?"

The doctor rolled his eyes upwards and said, "Those under you." ”

"Except for them. ”

"Well, let me remember it carefully...... There was old Antonio who owned a grocery store on East Street, Jason, a fisherman who lived on the outskirts of the city, and my old friend Charles......"

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows, it was endless.

"To put it bluntly, there are no different people, I mean, Orientals. ”

The doctor rubbed the small wooden stick in his hand to grind the medicine, thought about it for a long time and had no result, looked at Zheng Fei helplessly and shrugged his shoulders, and was about to shake his head and say no, when his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oriental, it's you, Captain!"

"Except for me......"

"Well, that's really gone, I've never had an Oriental patient in my clinic, Oriental people are very rare in Venice, and even if they do, they themselves know how to heal. ”

The doctor's reply made Zheng Fei sigh, pinch his eyebrows, and couldn't figure out his clue again.

"It's weird, who did this guy learn from? He muttered to himself.

Who thought, but the doctor immediately took over.

"Do you mean he recited the incantation?" the doctor asked tentatively.

Zheng Fei's heart tightened, and he didn't care to laugh at the doctor's spell to describe the story, and said urgently: "That's right, you've heard it?"

"My neighbor used to read it, he had a very strange temper, he opened a tavern but didn't let the guests sit in it and drink, otherwise he wouldn't sell it, and he said he didn't like to make the tavern smoky. ”

"Your neighbor, the tavernkeeper?"

"Yes, he is an Oriental like you, and he makes wine with a very unique taste, and many rich people in Venice are willing to buy it. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei had an epiphany, and then was overjoyed.

"How do you usually communicate?"

The doctor was puzzled by this question, scratched his neck and said, "Use your mouth...... Not kissing, of course, but talking. ”

Zheng Fei's joy went to the next level, and he turned his head to look at the primitive person who was mindful of the poem, and smiled.

The tavern owner from the East, who knew both ancient Chinese and Latin, was a scarce talent in this era, and it was a priceless treasure for Zheng Fei.

Because, after Zheng Fei explored the Perfect Continent, sooner or later he had to go to the Ming Empire, he would inevitably need to communicate with the ancient Chinese, but his literary level was extremely lame, and he could not communicate at all.

This question had made him worry for a long time, and he even had the idea of learning classical Chinese, but he quickly suppressed this impulse again, thinking of classical Chinese in middle school, and he was miserable.

And now, with nowhere to find the iron shoes, the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, and the tavern owner is the best translator.

No wonder the poems recited by primitive people are all related to wine.

When the primitive man woke up, coupled with the knowledge of the existence of the tavern owner, Zheng Fei was in a very comfortable mood, looked at the beautiful sea view outside the window, and instructed the doctor to take care of the primitive man, and then left the cabin and walked on the deck with his hands behind his back.

"Captain, there's a big tuna over there!"

The sailor shouted, and his ecstasy remained the same.

Originally, it refers to the beginning of the voyage, when he was penniless.

"Grab it and roast!"

Zheng Fei likes to see the sailors happy, this feeling is very strange, maybe only the captain understands.

Like, officer to soldier.

The sailors were ordered, put down their boats, picked up their harpoons, and went out to hunt in high spirits.

Zheng Fei didn't let the fleet return immediately to take the tavern owner, after all, it had been a few hours since Venice had been left, and there must have been martial law in the whole city, besides, he wouldn't be able to go to Daming for a while, and Italy would not be invaded by the Ottoman Empire in the short term, and the tavern owner wouldn't be able to run there anyway.

The point is, he now has something more important to do, one thing that once terrified him so much.

He took a small sampan and floated on the surface of the sea for a few minutes before coming to another large cargo ship.

On the deck, a group of people gathered around to watch the excitement, and when they got closer, it turned out that Pete was teasing the dog, a very valuable dog, a German Shepherd.

During his few days in Venice, Pete found that he had a special affinity for dogs, and the wild dogs were absolutely obedient after a little training by him.

After obtaining Zheng Fei's consent, he purchased dozens of sheepdogs and became an animal trainer.

Zheng Fei knew that hundreds of years later, German shepherds were widely used in the army and could play an unexpected role in future battles.

After stopping on deck for half a minute, he went straight to the back of the cargo ship, and slipped into the cabin until a small door blocked his way.

He tapped on the door a few times, but no one answered for a long time.

Push the door in.

That young man, what should he be called? No matter what, he was lying on his stomach at the table drawing drawings, and there were five or six oil lamps lit in the small room, which reflected brightly.

Still so attentive, the discarded manuscript paper was all over the floor, and next to the table was half of the bread he had eaten, and a bucket of water, and he hadn't left the room for more than half of it.

Peerless genius, Leonardo da Vinci.

Zheng Fei stood behind him, quietly looking at his busy back, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Who is this teenager?

In other words, is it a traverser or not?

If there were other time-travelers in this era, it would plunge Zheng Fei into an unprecedented panic, not to mention that the other party had a devastating IQ. (To be continued.) )