In Qian Yuan's view, during the Jiajing period, Ningbo was the most unique city in the entire Ming Dynasty.

It all started in this city.

In the second year of Jiajing, the battle for tribute, Jiajing finally ordered the ban on the sea, but this was in the Age of Discovery, even the East was involved in it, the smuggling trade was increasingly rampant, and the Japanese rebellion occurred from time to time.

In the twenty-seventh year of Jiajing, Zhu Kun attacked Shuangyu Port, not only burned it clean, but even silted up the port with wood and stones, but then not only did he die, but the trend of trade gradually became a prairie fire.

This year, in the 32nd year of Jiajing, a large-scale rebellion that no one can control is about to begin, and the fire of the prairie is in Ningbo.

Standing on the seashore Qian Yuan looked at it from afar, the Zhoushan Islands are not far away, he traveled several times in his previous life, after hundreds of years, the scenery remains the same, but his side has changed from female classmates and female colleagues to more than ten rough strong men.

"Young Master, look." Li Si reminded in a low voice, "That white-faced man is the guy who sold nuts last time." ”

Qian Yuan glanced at it, hey, it's really the guy who sells sunflower seeds, and then he went to Hangzhou Haishi a few times but unfortunately didn't meet anyone, maybe there are still some good things in this guy's hands.

Squinting and taking a closer look, Qian Yuan hurriedly turned three steps into two steps, looked down and looked down, there was a back basket in the corner of the white-faced man's stall, which was full of slender fruits, blue and red, one thick with branches, and the other with small and pointed ends.

It's chili, it's chili!

Qian Yuan's hands were trembling, and he was pitiful, so he reunited with Chili peppers, Lao Tzu was fed up with the food of this era, and the birds faded out of his mouth!

"How much?"

"Bang!"

"Young Master, be careful!"

As soon as Qian Yuan asked, a stick fell from the sky and smashed several pieces of porcelain on the stall, and by the way, he also turned over the basket of chili peppers.

Zhang Sanyi protected Qian Yuan, and Li Si shouted loudly on the side: "It has nothing to do with us, give way!" ”

was inexplicably taken out of the crowd, Qian Yuan reacted, jumped to his feet and scolded, "What a hit, my chili, be careful not to step on it, my chili!" ”

"Don't shout, don't shout, young master." Zhang Sanyi grabbed Qian Yuan's arm and dragged him out, "Don't look at the lack of people, we can't beat them." ”

"There are only four of them!" Qian Yuan was about to scold, but suddenly his already round eyes were about to bulge.

With a loud shout, the white-faced man kicked the person seven or eight meters away, and then rushed up with his hand, there were only three people left on the other side, but two of them separated left and right and did not move, showing the strong man holding a stick in the middle.

Qian Yuan just stared at the chili pepper on the ground, and one chili pepper was trampled on, like a stab in his heart......

The white-faced man's kung fu is not weak, his feet are flexible, and he is tightly guarded on the left and right, and from time to time the flat pole pokes out to look tricky and ruthless, but the strong man on the opposite side is also extraordinary.

After a while, the strong man found an opportunity to whip a stick on the back of the white-faced man, and the stick was so powerful that the white-faced man was knocked down and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing that the next thing was to beat the water dog, but Qian Yuan couldn't help it, and rushed over with an arrow, "Don't fight, don't fight!" ”

The strong man glared, but it was a young scholar who came to see it, and he held back his anger and shouted: "What's the matter!" ”

"No matter what's going on, no matter what's going on." Qian Yuan smiled and pointed to the stall on the ground, "Just leave after buying things, even if you kill him, it's none of my business." ”

"The owner, the owner ......" The white-faced man with blood stains on his mouth knelt on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and stretched out to Qian Yuan with the other.

MMP, this is trying to slander me!

The corner of Qian Yuan's mouth, who was counting the peppers on the ground, twitched, what is going on!

"You're his owner?" The strong man's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and shouted, "Come and pay for the silver!" ”

Seeing that Qian Yuan was stunned, the strong man stood in place and arched his hand to the surroundings, "Everyone knows Ye someone, this guy on the ground took advantage of my absence a month ago to find the door and injured my four apprentices, Ye someone does things above board, and the medical expenses are twenty-five taels of silver, which is not a slander to you." ”

"According to the rules, either give money, or smash your stall, and then give me ten sticks."

The white-faced man looked pained, staring sideways at Qian Yuan, who was expressionless and attracted Zhang San, "Can more than ten of you hold him down?" ”

"Yes, but people are the head of the earth!" Zhang San glanced at the strong man, and wiped his pants nervously, his palms were full of sweat.

"I didn't ask him." Qian Yuan looked at the goods on the ground speechlessly, "I'm talking about him!" ”

Zhang San's spirits lifted, "Yes, three people are enough." ”

"Okay, give the money." Qian Yuan gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the guy on the ground.

The gathered crowd quickly dispersed, and Qian Yuan asked people to pack up the chili peppers on the ground and leave with the white-faced man.

Back to the foothold, Qian Yuan first invited the gatekeeper to ask a few words, he has been in Ningbo for more than half a month, five hundred catties of foreign sugar has been shipped to the Jin family's shop in Ligang, Jin Hong's eldest son Jin Liqun spends all day in Ningbo drinking and drinking, all the preparations are ready, just waiting for the shareholder wind.

"Yes, I'll count." Qian Yuan put the basket on the table, "Originally, there were twenty-eight in total, but now there are sixteen left, how much is it?" ”

The white-faced man was quite calm, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Twenty-five taels of silver." ”

"you, twenty-five taels of silver!" Qian Yuan roared angrily, "Why don't you say two hundred and fifty taels of silver, you are two hundred and five!" ”

The white-faced man glanced at Qian Yuan twice, lowered his head and remained silent.

"Now you have two choices, either pay back the money or sign it." Li Si took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"Didn't you call me the owner?" Qian Yuan snorted, "The monthly money is 800 Wen, it's high enough, 500 Wen is deducted every month, when will it be paid off and when will it get out." ”

"Good!" The white-faced man blurted out, grabbed the piece of paper and didn't look at it, and directly bit his finger and pressed it.

Seeing Li Si put away the piece of paper, Qian Yuan regretted it a little, swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice, "How much trouble have you caused?" ”

"Not big." The white-faced man said casually: "I beat up Ye Jinquan's apprentices." ”

"Ye Jinquan?" Zhang San on the side shouted sharply: "Zhang Songxi's apprentice?!" ”

"Yes."

Zhang Songxi?

It seems that Zhang Cuishan's senior brother or junior brother came?

Qian Yuan looked at Zhang San in confusion, and the latter gave a thumbs up to the white-faced man, "Great, great, Zhang Songxi's generation is said to be under Zhang Sanfeng, and Ye Jinquan is the best apprentice under him." ”

"!" The white-faced man sneered: "You have the ability to kill the Japanese Invaders, but you will kill the people who kill the Wolves!" ”

"Oooooooo Zhang San suddenly realized.

Qian Yuan on the side was a little blind, is this the Ming Dynasty I am familiar with?

It's not the right way to open!

What Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang Seven Heroes, and Nan Shaolin all ran out!

This is the martial arts version of the Ming Dynasty?

After listening to Zhang San's explanation, Qian Yuan realized that since the Japanese invaders frequently went ashore to plunder, the warrior monks of Shaolin in Putian organized to fight against the Japanese invaders, and the results were extraordinary.

At the beginning of this year, several warrior monks of Southern Shaolin met Zhang Songxi in Ningbo, first quarreled, and then started to move, Zhang Songxi beat a warrior monk to a serious injury, and died half a month later, and that warrior monk is the younger brother of the white-faced man.

So this guy came to the door to find trouble, and then Ye Jinquan looked for trouble, and then Qian Yuan inexplicably lost twenty-five taels of snowflake silver.

Qian Yuan pondered for a while, this guy looks like he can fight, although he was put down just now, it is not bad to be accepted as a guard, at least it is much higher than a guy like Zhang San, who is known as a master......

"Can you still get this thing?" Qian Yuan picked up a chili pepper and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it vigorously.

"It's gone." The white-faced man replied dryly: "That's it, no one accepted me before I put it down." ”

"Your brother is fighting against the Japanese, but you have nothing to do with the maritime merchants."

"In the whole city of Ningbo, can you find a few that have nothing to do with maritime merchants?" The white-faced man spoke quite impulsively.

"Well, literacy?"

Seeing that the white-faced man shook his head, Qian Yuan sighed and beckoned to the piece of paper, "If you don't understand, press your handprint?" ”

"It's a deed of sale."

The white-faced man's nostrils dilated slightly, and he raised his head to stare at Qian Yuan, wondering in his heart if it would be a better choice for him to be beaten by Ye Jinquan's ten sticks......