"Save my brother?"

She laughed in amazement, as if she didn't understand what they meant.

"San Lang just went out to sea to fish, why was he shipwrecked again? A few months ago, the monsoon had not risen, and the Song merchant and Song ships in Mingzhou Port had not yet set sail, so in which year did he not take advantage of this season to take the neighborhood brothers out for a while? It worries the two proprietors - when he returns, I will scold him. ”

When she was awake in this life, she was just a ten-year-old girl, and the first thing she saw was a small fishing village full of epidemics, Ji Sanlang Ji Chenhu guarding the corpses of her parents and sister, and a long and boundless unfamiliar coastline that she had never seen in her previous life.

She can only follow the coast, isolated from the direction of the Yazhu Mountains in the interior of Fusang, looking for a chance to survive, she and Ji Chenhu, the third child who is one year younger than her, worked together to drag the frail Erlang with the door panel, wandered for sixteen days, and finally came to Tangfang.

At that time, Tangfang was just a small fishing village on the edge of a swamp.

Without waiting for her to say more, Wang Shiqiang had recovered from his anger at this time in Huang Qilang's repeated hints.

He knew that this time he came back to Tang Fang, no matter what, he wanted to get along with her as before, and directly preventing the marriage between Tang Fang and the Chen family was secondary.

"It's rude for me to break into the door like this—"

He couldn't help but temporarily suppress the anger just now, and gave a salute, which was meaningfully connected.

"It's just that when I entered the fang just now, I saw hundreds of fangding in Nanfang gathered in front of Ji's warehouse and shouted, urging the boat to go out to find San Lang and the five hundred fangding he brought out.

Although his face had changed and his tone was gentle, she could hear the threat hidden in his words even more.

Ji's Inn, of course, was opened by her three sisters and brothers of the Ji family, and it was the earliest old house built in Tangfang, and it was also the largest shop in the port business, but it was not an ordinary merchant store.

The residents of Tangfang had all moved in from various coastal areas during the past ten years, and they were not registered as Fuso, and they could not get land to cultivate, but they still had to pay commercial taxes to the local Dazaifu in order to keep their homes.

In addition to dealing with Dazaifu, Ji's Warehouse also integrates business, tax collection, wharf management, port entry permits, and inspection of foreign maritime officials' inscriptions.

The shopkeeper was clamoring in front of the warehouse, which of course represented dissatisfaction with her as the owner.

She frowned slightly, although she knew that there would be trouble outside on the first day of the seventh month, but she didn't expect that today it would fall into the eyes of outsiders.

In addition, the Fusang merchants in Xifang have always been a trouble, so Wang Shiqiang seized this good opportunity and went directly to her house.

As for San Lang Ji Chenhu, she didn't have too much to worry about.

is also because of her undisguised contemplative look, although Huang Qilang knows that she is not easy to convince, and he also accompanies Wang Shiqiang to sing blackface for him, but he hopes that she and Wang Shiqiang can discuss well and have room for maneuver with each other.

Don't be like the previous two times he accompanied Wang Shiqiang to the door to say goodbye, but the grudge between them became deeper and deeper.

He hurriedly waved his hand back, shouted, and said:

"Bring it in."

Outside the door, the eighteen vigorous boatmen did not wait for Ji Qingchen's consent, and walked into the courtyard with a nine-bar box full of concubine dowries.

The sunlight in the small courtyard shone on their backs and straps on their legs.

They all looked like a pair of eyes and flesh, with knives on their backs, and the patches of rust on the sides of their foreheads and faces were also crimson like moxibustion iron, which made people know at a glance that they were veterans who worked the merchant ships of the Great Song Dynasty.

When there is business, they are coolie boatmen, and when the business is bleak, they turn into murderous pirates.

"What? Li Chuantou also went to sea with your host this time? ”

Ji Qingchen's eyes fell on the leading boatman Li Heimao's face, but he laughed instead.

Li Heimao, the bow of the boat who was the first to enter the door, had a big head and a small body, and his height was only four feet, which was a head shorter than Ji Qingchen, but the red rust almost covered half of his face, revealing two black and fierce eyes, and the long knife tied to his back was two inches longer than others, oozing black and red light.

She finally had time to glance at Huang Qilang, and regardless of the more than a dozen boatmen who broke in and the bride price in one place, she asked Li Heimao in the courtyard:

"Didn't your boss say last year that the second day of the first month of March is a good day for you to get married in Mingzhou, and you won't go to sea with him this year? Why is it here again today? You Huang Dongzhu is too inconsiderate of you - I asked your host to bring you a few pieces of satin to congratulate your daughter-in-law on your wedding joy, and she still likes it? ”

“……”

Li Heimao is a shrewd person, and before he came, he had been repeatedly advised by Huang Qilang, knowing that this trip to Ji's house was different from usual, not to visit relatives and friends, and to discuss with Mrs. Ji to make a big deal and make a lot of money. This trip is to rob the little wife for Wang Daguan, you must not patronize the old friendship, you must be fierce and fierce, and you must walk to the sky.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain to the Wang officials.

However, now looking at her smiling face as usual, thinking of the family affairs that he said in her face, as well as the satin clothes received by his newlywed wife and father-in-law, he couldn't help but put down his hands on his waist.

His face flushed, his hands rubbed together, and even the boatmen who followed him habitually bent down and bowed their heads, showing a look of flattery.

"Big Lady ......"

He snorted, wanting to say hello as before, and felt that it must not be like this, but when he had to stare at him again, the momentum when he entered the door could no longer hold up.

“…… Duo Cheng lady is still worried, all of them are the face of our host, it is said, where should you pay attention to these ...... in the old friendship with our host for almost ten years"

His dilemma, as well as the cringe that peeked at Huang Qilang's face, suddenly provoked Huang Qilang to jump like thunder, rushed up in front of Wang Shiqiang, stretched out his feet towards Li Heimao and kicked him, and roared:

"Get out—"

He only hated that all the words he told were in vain, with Wang Shiqiang's hard nature, no one helped him sing blackface, and when he was annoyed, he would definitely talk to her directly.

They did not back down from each other, and the final result was not only that all the previous acquaintances were wiped out, but also that everyone's business would not be done in the future.

In the past three years, because they fought with each other, his Huang warehouse was sandwiched in the middle, and he lost one sum after another.

"What is this for?"

On the contrary, she opened her mouth to persuade, walked up two steps, and stopped from beating,

"Li Chuantou's family matter, it was also his father-in-law Liu Chuan's deputy who told me about his second girl, and I mentioned it to him, shouldn't I ask a question? Let me ask, is it hindering you again? Or is it in the way of Wang Gang's head? ”

"Lady Ji, don't meddle in your affairs-!"

Huang Qilang roared angrily with his teeth split, kicked Li Heimao to the ground, but his eyes turned like a spinning top, trying to hint at her and pleading, telling her not to worry about Wang Shiqiang, and to put harmony first.

She and Huang Qilang have been friends for nearly ten years, and they have to jump up and scold each other from time to time when they talk about business, so he came to the door for Wang Shiqiang to force her relatives to sing blackface, but she didn't pay attention to it at all.

But to give in to Wang Shiqiang, it is absolutely impossible.

Wang Shiqiang naturally didn't expect these boatmen to scare her, and knew that she had a ten-year friendship with Huang Qilang.

Zhuzi Harbor and Fusang Inland are blocked by barren mountains, far away from the Ping'an capital, and have always been the place of exile for Fusang who committed great crimes, which can be said to be the "Qiongya" of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, this area is also a natural harbor, and after 30,000 people worked together to clear the dredging, dig 12 ancient rivers under the swamp, and invite Song merchants to enter the trade, it finally gradually prospered.

In the past three years, Huang Qilang's Huang Clan Warehouse still secretly purchased grain, mules, horses, and weapons from the Great Song Dynasty for Tang Fang, and it was even rumored that Huang Qilang took advantage of his familiarity with the trade routes north of the Yellow River to smuggle the Han craftsmen that Ji Qingchen had been in dire need by sea during the floods of the Yellow River in the Jin Kingdom, helping them escape from the Jin Kingdom and move to Tang Fang.

He just didn't know.

He asked for marriage three times, all of which wanted to renew his old relationship with her, knowing that he was offended by her, and he was unwilling to really break up, otherwise he would not have pulled Huang Qilang with him every time.

"Brother Wang Xian, these bastards have never dared to speak loudly in front of her, in my opinion, even if her brother is not in the workshop, she will not sell our accounts......"

Huang Qilang hurriedly leaned over and explained in a low voice.

"Seventh brother, I naturally understand that your boys are afraid of her in their hearts."

He shook his head slightly, so that he didn't need to care, his eyes only fell on her, the afternoon sun shone on her green silk skirt, revealing the blue silk pants under the skirt, she smiled and lifted her skirt back to the house.

In front of the low board house is a wooden corridor three feet above the ground, she took off the wooden clogs on the porch, took out a fruit plate from the house and placed it on the porch, she didn't care whether Huang Qilang ate it or not, just treated it as usual for ten years.

The east panel room is divided into one large and two small rooms by the paper door, and the little girl who helps her take care of food and clothing lives in the left room, but now she is not there, she walks on the corridor, the blue and green skirt is lightly ground on the corridor board made of cedar wood, the corridor surface is smooth and clean like a mirror, like the water surface of the West Lake in Lin'an Mansion thousands of miles away, quiet and deep.

Under her skirt she wore a pair of green loquat embroidered shoes with four leaves and two fruits, because they were usually put in clogs, and the snow-white soles were dusty.

However, he knew that years ago, the soles of her shoes were also stained with bloodless death.

"Brother Wang Xian, let's discuss it with her, right?"

Huang Qilang saw his expression, and hurriedly whispered to persuade, "You tell her well, she may not necessarily marry the Chen family, she may not even know what Chen Wenchang's kid looks like, and talking about this family business is just for Tangfang's business." ”

"Since I've offended her, it's useless to discuss with her now, and you're not unaware-"

Wang Shiqiang sighed, watching the boatmen greet her with a smile, saying that they went to sea from Mingzhou Port this time, and the situation encountered on the way, including Li Heimao, these boatmen have been on the coast of Tangfang with Huang Qilang for several years......

Ten years ago, there was only a small fishing village of a dozen families in the Tangfang marshland, and occasionally boatmen and sailors who were engaged in smuggling business on the coast of Fuso passed by, and the 6,000 households and 30,000 remnants of the village were scattered and scattered in hundreds of small fishing villages along the coast of Kyushu Island.

It wasn't until she wandered here that she initiated the establishment of a workshop.

In the years before she summoned 30,000 remnants and asked them to move here to dig the river, of course, there were also people in the fangli, and there were inevitably a few people who ate inside and outside and secretly colluded with bandits and pirates.

Once they were found to have committed evil deeds, she, as the owner of the workshop, would not hand them over to the Fuso government, nor would she cut off their heads and hang them on the sea mast to dry, as the sea people used to deal with pirates.

She would only order the wounds of the people to be bandaged, to feed and drink enough, to bring enough water and food, and to catch them into a new, largest, and sturdy new boat that had been prepared.

In their grateful, even their personal belongings were given back as appropriate, until the wind lifted and the ship was ashore.

They were pushed a hundred miles outside the harbor by the winds of the sea, the treacherous waters covered with reefs.

She would tell them that as long as they relied on the water nature honed in the previous decades of their lives as sea people, as well as their familiarity with the monsoon and ocean currents of the East China Sea, they could cross the reef thicket eastward, and then cross the sea to reach the sea side safely, and they would be able to obtain the last ray of life.

To the east, it is the 100,000-mile sea frontier of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, without the huge and sturdy nine-masted sea ships of the Great Song Dynasty Maritime Merchants, the guide water compass that pointed the way in the midst of heavy rains and typhoons, and the hundreds of boatmen and boatmen working together to steer the oars, giant sails, and long oars, the sturdiest board boat in Tangfang alone was simply not enough to cope with the strong winds and waves in the deep sea......

They will never be able to cross the sea.

A hundred miles outside Chikushi Port is the place where they are buried.

Their pale and swollen corpses, without exception, would be washed back to the beach near Tangfang by the tide in the high tide of the next morning, silently calling for the indifference and cruelty of the heroine of Tangfang.

She did not prohibit the collection of corpses, but among fishermen, the bodies of the drowned were always a sign of bad luck, only to decay in the sun and be pecked by seabirds until they decomposed to ashes......

Without her, there would be no Tang Fang.

"I just don't believe it, she doesn't care about Ji Chenhu's life and death, it's her own brother - she's not in a hurry, can't I wait?"

Wang Shiqiang smiled slightly, and Huang Qilang could only sigh in his heart when he saw that he was also determined to fight her.