Since he was loaded onto the ship and went to sea, when the wind was blowing in the first two days, Yang Er could still see some small islands in the distance, and in the next few days, he couldn't see a trace of land at all. Yang Er didn't know where he was, and he didn't know when the fleet would be able to dock, and he sometimes thought that maybe the fleet would never dock.

He didn't know that if he could mix on the deck for two hours this time, he would be able to see the terminus: the Tainan coastline, but unfortunately he only had a stick of incense every time he let out the wind.

That night a few days ago, when Yang Er was woken up from the bunk and came to the brightly lit front hall of Moyun Temple, he knew very well that it was finally his turn.

In the months after Yang Er's arrival, Moyun Temple changed little by little every day, and eventually, except for the newly built front hall used to decorate the façade, the rest of the ruins were replaced by rows of neat houses.

It is not only the ruins that have been replaced one after another, but also the old people in the view. From the night when Abbot Wei escorted away many of the bigwigs in the gang, it was ten days as fast as it was half a month, and there were always some people who were no trace after sunrise the next day.

Yang Er knew that these people were all escorted away in the middle of the night.

The great monks of the temple have magical powers, can watch people at night, this generation is good at acting in the middle of the night, there are the old people in the gang who do not believe in evil, looking for an opportunity to escape, all of them were killed in the middle of the road by the bird gun - Yang Er has received the corpse several times.

As the old people in the temple were sent away one after another, the positions of the beggars who filled in became lower and lower, and there were fewer and fewer people who were familiar with Yang Er, most of whom were new beggars who joined the gang for a bite to eat. After the new house was built, the rules in the temple became more and more strict, one house number, one house in the house people have something to sit together, there are weekdays to talk about going to sea in private, the whole house will soon disappear.

Yang Er asked about the old acquaintances who had just entered the temple, only to know that the outside world had already changed. The new head of the regiment is ruthless, vigorously rectifying the help, and the people who are in charge of the affairs of the various halls are all leading cronies from outside.

All the old people with a little status in the gang are the thorns in the eyes of this generation, and they always have to find the wrong place to suppress them, and from time to time there are old people and cronies who are assigned to Moyunguan, and they are hard to carry in private, and they don't know how much they have been slaughtered, and now the old people in the gang have been replaced, and they are no longer the previous beggars......

Yang Er was heartbroken after listening to it at that time, and the young man realized that even if he escaped one day, he was afraid that if he returned to Hangzhou, he would die...... In a panic, Yang Er resolutely turned around and became a scholar - as far as he knew, the only thing that did not worry about eating and drinking in the temple and would probably not be escorted away in the middle of the night was those reading seeds.

However, reading also requires talent, although Yang Er has a hardcore little brother who has changed his name to Jiang Shang to help him tutor him outside of class, those "scriptures" that twist and turn, still stumble and stumble. Because his learning level is very average, he can only barely stay in the realm of not being assigned to work - after Abbot Wei, who likes Yang Er's cleverness, disappeared that night, he was once sent by the new abbot to weave straw shoes.

Since the completion of large-scale civil works, Moyunguan has been formalized and managed as a prison. According to the order of entering the temple, there are planned "numbers" waiting for different batches of newcomers to move in.

The mat grass and cotton bought from outside the temple will be made into homespun clothes, straw sandals, and straw hats step by step by the people in the number according to the procedure of the simple assembly line. The style is the most material-saving cardigan and cropped pants, and you don't even need to dye it, just a moon-white cloth. All finished products will not be sold, and the excess will be stored in the warehouse and then transported away by ship - the textile industry is still in the year of the monkey, and there is an urgent shortage of finished products at this stage.

All those who enter the Moyun Temple will be given a break after a series of quarantine procedures. There is no heavy physical work, and the food is good, so many scrawny newcomers become normal and healthy in just one or two months. During this period, the manager will make simple fine-tuning, the old, weak, sick and disabled will be transferred, and the others will be adjusted to the dormitory and arrange the schedule.

The general principle of first come, first go will not change, the previous batch has given priority to all the beggars to help the elderly away, a few trips down, the existing human resources in the temple, most of the new homeless people who do not understand anything. The only thing left to the end is a group of top students, who are superior to others, and have three bars.

Therefore, on the day when Cao Chuan successfully transmitted the 8 boxes of equipment to the Dayuan, after receiving the telegram from the Hangzhou Station, he notified the resting Gouyan fleet to prepare to set sail, and also informed Moyunguan: The batch of top students will be shipped, because the housing tension of the Dayuan will soon be eased, and the school is the first series of buildings.

So, Yang Er finally waited for the fate of getting on the boat in the middle of the night, but the good thing was that he found out that night that his little brother Jiang Shang was also in the team. However, Jiang Shang and him are not all the way, the family and the two green-robed scholars who got on the boat later live in the upper class, and Yang Er lives in the bottom cabin.

......

Retracting the thoughts floating in the sky, Yang Er, who leaned against the bulwark and blew the sea breeze for a long time, estimated that the time for a stick of incense was almost up, spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the sea, and then lifted the urine bucket and prepared to return to the cabin.

Just as he walked to the hatch, he met a person Shi Shiran who was walking up from below.

"Brother Jiang!" Yang Er greeted the visitor in surprise.

"Second Brother Yang!" Jiang Shang saw that it was the elder brother, hehe smiled, pulled Yang Er aside, took out half an orange from his pocket and handed it to him: "It's hard to live below." ”

Yang Er didn't even peel the orange peel, stuffed half an orange into his mouth in one bite, and said vaguely while chewing: "Bitter, the wind is short, how can you live comfortably in the cabin, eat and drink." ”

Jiang Shang, who was standing in front of Yang Er, was no longer in the form of a skeleton soldier at the beginning. The young man is now full of complexion, well-proportioned, and has jumped in size in just a few months, with an indigo muslin cardigan on the upper body, and trousers of the same fabric on the lower body, and the trousers are on the Songjiang cloth upper on the foot, which is not like Yang Er's mud legs with bare ankles.

After hearing Yang Er's complaints, Jiang Shang first smirked a few times, and then said to him: "No matter how strong it is, it will be to the ground, and it will be there today." ”

"Really? Brother, don't coax brother. ”

"Seriously! I've seen nautical charts in the shipyard, and the big shopkeeper has also tested my conversion, and I have calculated it correctly, and the orange is the shopkeeper's reward. ”

"Hey, it's about to go to the ground, and I'm going to die brother, I'm afraid we're not floating thousands of miles on the ocean this time? Alas, it's going to be sent to the edge of the sky. ”

"There are no thousands of miles." Jiang Shang thought about it very seriously, and then counted with his fingers: "It's about 1,000 kilometers, 540 nautical miles, 2,000 miles, and we are now in Fujian to the sea, the boundary of Guyi Prefecture." ”

Yang Er blinked, looked at Jiang Shang in a daze, and was speechless for a while.