"Let's go, let's go see the two remaining Westerners." After gasping for breath for a long time, Zhu Youxiao calmed down, and then led people away. He just has shipbuilding information and technology in his mind, and he doesn't know how to build ships or operate ships.

"By the way, these two will be brought to my accommodation in the evening after their training, and I will ask them about something." Before leaving, Zhu Youxiao explained.

"Yes, Your Majesty....Childe." Wang Wenyan almost screamed out with a piece of mouth, but fortunately, he was also quick-witted, swallowed the back stiffly, and forcibly changed his mouth.

"Electric boy? Could it be that the owner's surname is electricity? The elder next to him glanced at him strangely, and guessed with some curiosity in his heart.

Riding horses, the group quickly returned to the management area and stopped in front of the door of a courtyard. In addition to being the heart of the saltworks, the management area is also the residence of these managers, who all have their own houses here, like Wang Wenyan, who has the only two-story building.

Other people, like Liu Bin, Ding Mian, and Lao Zhoutou, all have their own three-in-and-three-out yards, and the dicks and lower-class people of the year have completely undergone earth-shaking changes at this time.

This courtyard is very quiet, and it is very small, but it is one in and one out, and there are a few strong men with weapons guarding outside, which is very conspicuous in this management area.

"This is it, Childe." Wang Wenyan pointed inside, then dodged his body and made way out.

Zhu Youxiao looked at it a little, and pushed the door in without finding anything. At this time, the weather by the sea was still very hot, and all the protective armor on his body was taken off, and he was only wearing a moon-white silk thin shirt, which was not a variety of ornaments at the waist, but hung the narrow Miao knife called Nan'er Xing.

This dress, combined with his tall and strong figure, looks very impactful, making him look not like a grandson of a country, but like a young general who has just emerged.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Zhu Youxiao heard the sound of a quarrel in and out, the strange language, not like the English he had learned before, as for what kind of language it was, he couldn't tell, a scum who scored seventy-six points in the college entrance examination English test, it would be good to be able to judge that the other party was not using English, and no matter how much it was, it couldn't be forced.

However, judging by the environment in Europe at this time, the language they spoke was either French or Italian.

The door of the main house facing the door was not closed, and after bypassing the shadow wall, Zhu Youxiao easily saw the situation inside, a young blonde girl in a skirt was arguing fiercely with a man about thirty years old, wearing Confucian clothes, and the two of them were spitting everywhere, and no one would give in.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Youxiao didn't bother, but watched it with interest, especially the outfits of the two, and was even more interested. There is some interesting information to be gained from the way they dress.

For example, the attitude of the Western world towards China at this time, the strategy of the missionaries waited.

It's a pity that Zhu Youxiao's observation didn't last long before it was interrupted. The cavalry company that accompanied him, despite the hot weather, did not remove the leather armor with patches on his body. In this way, there was a sonorous sound that could not be concealed between them, but after a while, it was discovered by the three people in the room.

Just a little bit of looking at the situation in the courtyard, the man who was about thirty years old and full of wisdom smiled and slowly walked towards Zhu Youxi, who was surrounded by everyone. Seeing this situation, Li Tu, who was accompanying him on the left and right, moved and wanted to stop it.

It's just that before he could act, he was stopped by Zhu Youxiao. Li Tu understood what His Highness meant and let this person come over. Without hesitation, he flashed to the side and made way of the way, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the man, not relaxing for a moment.

The white man who was stared at by Li Tu obviously felt the tension brought by his actions, and in addition to the nervousness, he felt a burst of excitement in his heart, judging from the movements and demeanors of the people around him, this must be a big man, maybe it will help his missionary cause.

No, yes definitely helps. Mr. Wang said that the master behind him, the real owner of this huge salt farm, has unparalleled influence and power in this giant country, and such a person can definitely help him open the door to this arrogant and xenophobic country.

Under the pressure of seven or eight knights, the men slowly walked towards Zhu Yousha, and the priests who dared to cross thousands of miles of oceans and come to China to preach, they were all people with incomparable mental strength, and the experience of thousands of miles of oceans gave them great courage and firm faith.

But Rao was so, under Li Tu's gaze, he also sweated on his forehead, nervous, not that he couldn't bear this pressure, but instinctively felt a kind of danger, the knight who was watching him behind him was very dangerous. This kind of feeling, he has only seen in those knight lords who have survived a hundred battles.

Seeing the strange white-skinned man, who was only sweating slightly on his forehead under his own pressure, Li Tu was also a little surprised, he didn't expect this guy to have some goods.

From the age of five, Li Tu began to be taken by his father to see the pig killing, at the age of eight, he killed the first pig with his own hands, and then it was out of control, eight-year-old Li Tu, became a pig killing expert, followed his father everywhere to pick up business, and when he was fifteen years old when he was recruited by Zhu Youxiao into the Yulin Army, there were no less than 100 pigs that died in the hands of Li Tu.

After that, when repeatedly fighting against incoming pirates, Li Tu, who had been killing since childhood, was even more excited, and the pirates who died in his hands were also the most. After killing people and seeing blood, his evil aura was even greater, and no matter how fierce the royal horse in the palace was, he was also very docile in front of him. This is also the reason why Zhu Youxiao chose Li Tu as the commander of the cavalry company, he can calm down those irritable horses.

Facts have proved that Li Tu is a very qualified rider, under his leadership, the cavalry company has grown rapidly, at this time the riding skills are no worse than those escapees from the imperial horse prison, and in the charge of riding in formation, it is better.

When he walked in front of Zhu Youxiao, the man's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, but he didn't care about wiping it, but according to Chinese rules, he clasped his fists and bowed, "Honorable sir, I am John Tong, in the name of the King of Portugal, I came to China to preach. Didn't I know if I would be honored to know your name? ”

"John Soup?!" Zhu Youxiao was very surprised when he saw the white man in front of him report a Chinese name, but then, he felt that this name was very familiar. After frowning and thinking about it, he seemed to remember in a trance that this was a very famous Western missionary.

Zhu Youxiao's attitude made Wang Wenyan, who was waiting next to him, misunderstand, thinking that His Royal Highness didn't want to reveal his identity. He immediately stepped forward and shouted in a deep voice: "John Tang, the prince's status is noble, how can you know the name, don't retreat quickly." ”

This series of words, said that Tang Ruowang was a little dizzy, he had just come to China at this time, and others spoke at a speed, so he couldn't hear what he was saying. He could only look at Wang Wenyan with a little innocence.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, don't be so nervous." Zhu Youxiao stopped Wang Wenyan, but he also followed this sentence and gently brought his identity over without talking about it.

"I heard that Priest Tang came to Daming to preach thousands of miles away, so I guess I didn't bring nothing." Zhu Youxiao asked with a smile, the missionary priests who came to China often metabolized new things around them to please the local rulers.

"Yes, yes." Tang Ruowang was overjoyed, Wang Wenyan's demeanor just now made him think that he would miss out on this big man, but he didn't expect there to be a turning point.

"Please come with me, sir." He also followed the local customs and used a respectful title. In his opinion, the people who can own such a large salt field are definitely the bureaucrats here.

After walking into the house, Tang Ruowang shouted at the young girl who was still stunned inside, and he ran into the house, and the girl came back to her senses and followed in. Then the two of them struggled to move out a large box.

The box was opened, and there were many things stacked inside, and Tang Ruowang took them out one by one and introduced them one by one. There are huge and bulky chiming bells, ornately decorated monoculars, books in foreign languages, and bits and pieces of scientific instruments.

But what really interested Zhu Youxiao was an object wrapped in silk in a flat box, a short-handled musket.

After picking up the musket and taking a closer look, Zhu Youxiao confirmed that it was a flintlock pistol. The pistol is ornate and finely crafted, carefully carved from the finest wood, extremely comfortable to hold, and the strip under the barrel is so strong that it will not fall off easily.

"I like this musket, I don't know if Priest Tang can give it to me." Zhu Youxiao looked like he couldn't put it down, it seemed that even if Tang Ruowang didn't agree, he wouldn't put down the musket.

Tang Ruowang's face froze, he had been in China for more than a year, and he had never seen such a brazen person, so he smiled awkwardly, "If you like it, you will naturally give it to your adult." ”

"Okay, then I'll take it." Zhu Youxiao put the musket back into the shelf, and then let Li Tu hold it. He was born in the People's Liberation Army and had touched all kinds of firearms, so naturally he would not have much interest in an ancient musket. The reason why he made this look was just to prevent John Tang from refusing.

This flintlock pistol was a great reference for him, just like the Galen ship he had picked up. In his mind, the long-range firearm that was equipped for the Yulin Army was naturally a flintlock pistol. It's just that although the flintlock pistol is not complicated, it is also a bit time-consuming and laborious to study it from scratch, and at this time, a ready-made thing is delivered in front of him, how can he let it go.

After putting away the flintlock pistol, Zhu Youxiao looked at it casually, looked at it, and saw a thread-shaped notebook spread out on the table, which had been scribbled and altered.

"Priest Tang, what is this?" Zhu Youxiao picked it up and looked through it carefully, there were some strange formulas, theorems and circles and other patterns, which seemed to be about astronomy, and he didn't understand it very clearly.

"This is some mathematical calculations, I plan to translate them and present them as a gift to His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Tang Ruowang explained, speaking of this, his face was a little distressed, "Unfortunately, my Chinese level is not enough to translate accurately, and just now I was arguing with Miss Serena about the translation of a phrase." ”

"Astronomical calendar!" Zhu Youxiao's eyes lit up, this is a good thing, the calendar has always been the most orthodox symbol of the imperial court, regulating the world's agricultural affairs, I didn't expect Tang Ruowang to be proficient in this aspect. It's just that after flipping through it, he was a little disappointed, "I haven't translated it yet!" ”

Through this book, Zhu Youxiao thought of a man, Xu Guangqi, a literati doctor who devoted his life to introducing Western doctrine to China.

[Author's digression]: I'm sorry, I wrote it so engrossively that I forgot the time.

It's on the shelves, and the feast is here to ask for support.