On this night, many people tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Wang Zhi was thinking about what kind of fate this trade would bring to him, from Ding Zhan, the deputy envoy of Haidao, to Wang Minying, the governor of Zhejiang, and then to Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang, and Qian Yuan, the governor of Zhejiang......

Qian Rui was thinking about what his son wanted to do...... Qian Yuan didn't deliberately hide anything from others like others, and Qian Rui easily noticed that his son didn't seem to have too strong an obsession with making contributions to the industry itself.

From abandoning Hanlin and going south to attack the Japanese, to restraining the southeastern armies to appease Wang Zhi, and then to laying out trade ...... Qian Yuan did not take an orthodox civil official route.

Zheng Ruozeng sighed in his heart, today's southeast, the chaos is temporarily suspended, trade is feasible, and there is no more tragic situation of dry bones on the roadside and uninhabited villages in the past few years...... It cannot be denied that Hu Zongxian made great efforts during this period, but in the end it was a young man in his twenties who depicted all this.

The world is wonderful, when I first met in Jiading City, how to think about it now.

The genius was slightly translucent, there was already a sound in the house, and the big lanterns were hung everywhere, looking joyful.

Wang Zhi loudly scolded his subordinates for bringing out the gifts that had been prepared long ago, Mao Haifeng and Xu Bicheng, who were instructed to stay, were discussing with Qian Rui carefully, and there were also people carrying fresh sea fish and shrimp...... This was ordered by Qian Yuan to bring it.

"Where's Zhancai?" Tang Shunzhi, who had stayed up all night, had red eyes.

"I don't see it." He Xinyin, who was driven out of the door, yawned while watching the endless stream of people coming and going, "Aren't you in the same room as Jingchuan Gong?" ”

After a quarter of an hour, he still didn't see Qian Yuan's figure, Hu Zongxian was a little anxious, and personally came forward to find Wang Zhitou directly.

Although it was a hot summer in June, in the early hours of the morning, the sea breeze with moisture came to his face, making Qian Yuan on the top of the mountain feel a chill.

Yang Wen took a few steps forward and draped the big coat on Qian Yuan's shoulder.

"In the next six months, Qi Yuanjing, Jimei, Lu Bin, and Hou Jigao will take turns to fight to kill small groups of pirates, and even go to sea to hunt down pirates." Qian Yuan said slowly: "After a few months, you can become a guerrilla." ”

"Young Master......"

"There are nearly ten leaders before and after the Qian family's guards, and they are mostly able to take charge alone, but you Yang Wen has the best qualifications, calm and capable, and has a good command of the troops."

"Young Master." Yang Wen knelt on Qian Yuan's side on one knee, "Since the thirty-second year of Jiajing, Yang Wen has never left ......"

"Get up!" Qian Yuan cheered in displeasure.

Yang Wen immediately got up, he knew that the young master's least favorite thing was to kneel, whether it was kneeling to others or others kneeling to himself.

There are more than 40 people in the Qian family's guards who have joined the army, three of them are generals, and most of the rest are captains and deputy captains, half of them are in Qi Jimei's department, and the remaining half are originally in Lu Bin's department, but Qi Jiguang has robbed some of them during this time.

Even though these more than 40 guards joined the army, they also maintained close contacts, and Zhang San once privately agreed with everyone that when the rebellion subsided, they would return to the Qian family to escort them.

But the problem is that although the Japanese rebellion seems to have subsided, the undercurrent is turbulent, and it is by no means the time when the swords and guns enter Kuma and release Nanshan.

And the implication of Qian Yuan's words was that he did not want Yang Wen to return, but hoped that he would stay in the army.

Will Hu Zongxian be so honest?

Can Tang Shunzhi take on the big responsibility?

Does Wang Zhi have the ability to control maritime merchants and pirates?

Qi Jiguang could not be stationed in Ningbo forever.

Qian Yuan, who likes to ambush more back-ups, hopes that Yang Wen can become his backhand, a backhand that others can see, but can play a role at critical moments.

"If you are promoted to guerrilla, you can lead an army alone." Qian Yuan put his hands behind his back, slightly caged the big man who was blown up by the sea breeze, "Understand?" ”

"Yes." Yang Wen calmed down and said in a low voice: "Young master, rest assured, you will be able to train strong soldiers for the young master's use." ”

"There are two reasons for choosing you, one is that you are a good commander of the army, and you have quite a lot of military achievements, and it is not difficult to be promoted." Qian Yuan looked back at Yang Wen deeply, "Second, do you remember the time you went to sea last year?" ”

Yang Wen's expression changed, and he bowed his head and said, "Remember." ”

"That person's name is Tan Wei, Yihuang Tan's origin, the cousin of Tan Zili, the prefect of Taizhou, and the second brother of my mother." Qian Yuan turned his head to look at the horizon that was already slightly reddened, "This person is Tan Qizhi under Xu Hai's command." ”

"Tan Qizhi?!" Yang Wen blurted out, "No wonder ......"

Wang Zhi's fleet has been in Zhoushan for many days, and yesterday the Qian family guards here had two more fights with the pirates, and drank a drink, and Yang Wen heard the pirates mention this name no less than ten times.

It is said that Xu Hai returned to his lair, but Tan Qizhi, who was left to guard the home and the hospital, suddenly counterattacked, cut off Xu Hai's head, and demoted Wang Zhi.

"Young Master......"

"Shh......h

Qian Yuan took two steps forward, put his hand on the pergola, squinted at the sea level like magma pouring into the sea, only a small part of the sun was exposed enough to sweep away the gloomy darkness, the dazzling light became more and more abundant, and Qian Yuan's eyes were swollen and painful, and it was difficult to look directly.

At the moment when Hu Zongxian, Wang Zhi and others climbed to the top of the mountain from behind, the morning sun suddenly jumped violently, rose from the sea level, and hung in the air, projecting thousands of feet of brilliance.

"The red sun is rising, and its way is bright." Qian Yuan muttered.

Hu Zongxian, who happened to walk behind Qian Yuan, paused, not because he heard these words, but the slowly rising morning sun crossed the top of Qian Yuan's head, and the dazzling sunlight reflected in Hu Zongxian's eyes.

Qian Rui, who was anxious in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, quietly took a few steps back, stood outside the crowd, and looked at his son standing on the top of the mountain from a distance, with a boulder under his feet, and a cliff not far ahead, white waves were surging, crashing and shattering on the stone wall, and the sea breeze whistled by, blowing the big hunting sound worn by Qian Yuan.

In their sight, Chaoyang and Qian Yuan seemed to be one, and the light reflected by the rising sun, which was blocked by the figure, enveloped Qian Yuan in it, and the distant view was faint and hazy.

Qian Yuan slowly closed his eyes, he has never been a sad person, although he has read a lot of books and memorized a lot of poems, he is not a literary young man.

In his previous life, he liked to travel, but unfortunately his long-term habit of going to bed late and waking up late made him rarely appreciate the beauty of the sunrise, especially the rising sun, which he never saw once.

From the darkness that you can't see your fingers to, to the faintly visible light.

From a little bit of heat, to the morning sun sprinkled all over the earth.

All this is just like the hundreds of years of history behind, Qian Yuan thought silently in his heart, the inertia of history has the power to make people timid, and if you want to try to change the direction of history slightly, you need inspiration, strength, coincidence, and sacrifice.

Qian Yuan was reluctant to be the one who sacrificed, but he really hoped that the dark time of not seeing his fingers would pass sooner, even if he was unwilling, maybe at the critical moment, he would be willing to jump into the furnace.

Since the 32nd year of Jiajing, Qian Yuan has suffered many misfortunes, first his father and brother have suffered accidents, and then he has been attacked by Japanese invaders several times, and even taken captive.

But Qian Yuan has always turned evil into good fortune, his father and brother survived, he has been famous in the world several times, and after successfully passing the Jinshi examination, he is out of control, Jian is in the emperor's heart, and King Yu is friendly, and he is befriended by Gao Gong, even Yan Song and Xu Jie dare not despise it.

All in all, no matter when, no matter what the situation, Qian Yuan always tries his best to hold the initiative in his own hands, as a traverser, he always hopes to control his own destiny.

But as Tang Shunzhi said, from today on, Qian Yuan's fate will not be completely in his own hands.

may be able to soar to 90,000 miles, or will be scolded by 10,000 people and ruined.

Or the annals of history record Qian Yuan, a minister, or hundreds of years later, there will be descendants who will call him a masterpiece that has not been seen for thousands of years.

He didn't know what was going to happen next, he didn't know what it would bring to the land when there was enough communication between East and West......

But he's going to keep going, going on and on......

Complex emotions were surging in his heart, but when Qian Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes were unwavering.

He turned his head to look at Hu Zongxian and Wang Zhi, and suddenly smiled.

"Yesterday, Mr. Fang guided Brother Ruzhen all over Ligang, and today Qian Mou is the guide of Wufeng to see Hou Tao, how about it?"