Tianjin, the largest port city in the northern Ming Kingdom. Since its completion in the second year of Yongle, it has remained quietly next to the capital, unstruck by war, famine, geological disasters and other calamities.

It was not until the night of May 16, 1629, on the same day that the fleet of Changsheng Island attacked the camp of Jiannu, that a group of descendants of the Song people who came by sea across tens of thousands of miles mercilessly broke the night tranquility of Tianjin.

"On the night of April 6 in the second year of Chongzhen... The Japanese drifted ashore in the sea, burned, killed and looted... The flames soared into the sky, the smoke was filled, and the shouts of killing continued all night..."——"Tianjin County Chronicles"

What happened on this night has been identified as a Japanese invasion for decades. Now, since the truth has been declassified, I write about what happened that night. It should be emphasized that I did not personally participate in this operation, and all the information came from the oral statements of Jiang Xiaobai and Mr. He Qiwei, the manager of Daming Northeast Business Group. What I am telling is bound to be inconsistent with the facts that have happened, so please do not believe it completely.

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Tianjin Haiphong Tongzhi is a very young official position, so young that it has been established for less than five years. The current namesake is Zhu Yonghua, from Shaoxing, Zhejiang, and was raised in the 40th year of Wanli.

At the beginning of the story, the forty-two-year-old man was lying on the ground in disarray, his hair scattered over his head. The clothes were very messy, wearing only a silk regular dress, a white underwear inside, and a belt tied around the waist. His eyes were fixed on the window, and his body trembled uncontrollably, obviously terrified.

Outside the window, the once peaceful courtyard is now brightly lit. The light of the torches flickered in the night, illuminating the short figures. The owners of these figures, armed with blazing torches in one hand and knives or iron rods in the other, quickly rummaged through the courtyards and houses. From time to time, there was a sharp scream outside the window, but it was the servant who was hiding who was caught by the figures and killed with a knife.

Zhu Yonghua looked at the firelight shining in from the window. In the beating firelight, Zhu Yonghua saw a man with a shaved head. The man was no more than four feet tall, but he was holding a long knife with a blade of more than two feet, which looked very funny. If you consider the baldness that glistens in the firelight, it even makes people laugh.

But Zhu Yonghua had no desire to laugh at others at this time. He struggled to control the tremors of his body, slowly contracted his legs, and squirmed forward like a caterpillar, trying to hide his body under the wooden table by the window. While crawling, Zhu Yonghua's eyes were firmly fixed on the long knife that was carried by the man on his shoulder. The tip of the knife is bright red, which contrasts sharply with the snow-white blade. Needless to say, the red color must have come from the people who had the misfortune of being killed.

Outside the window, the man held his left hand on his waist and shouted a few words to the people who were still rummaging. A few drops of blood were thrown from under the blade and hit the ground next to Zhu Yonghua's face.

Zhu Yonghua stared at the dark red on the floor with wide eyes, feeling the slight coldness splashed between his eyebrows. His eyes subconsciously moved closer to the center of his eyebrows, but he could only vaguely see a trace of arc, which was the arc of blood beads. He swallowed deeply, and heard a muffled "grunt" in his ears.

Immediately, he covered his mouth with his right hand, and his body shook like chaff. After more than a dozen breaths, he finally reluctantly let go of his hand, and reacted to the sound of his own saliva, which was impossible for the person outside to hear.

So he finally crawled again, and it took about a stick of incense to move his body under the table two feet away.

By the time he had adjusted his posture and leaned his back against the wall, he finally had the right to relax. In an instant, a sore pain welled up from between the bone marrow and entered his brain. Strange to say, during the long period of squirming before, he did not feel any discomfort in his body at all; When I calmed down now, I felt that my body was so sore that it was close to falling apart.

Zhu Yonghua endured the pain of his flesh and bones, and looked up at the big bed facing the window. The large bed was open with a mosquito net, and a person lay inside. The man had an arrow stuck in his chest, and it turned out to be a dead naked woman.

The man outside the window suddenly called out "Mo Duo Liang", followed by a continuous conversation in the Japanese language. Zhu Yonghua also dealt with the maritime merchants of the Japanese Kingdom more or less on weekdays, so he naturally understood that the so-called "Mo Duo Liang" refers to "adult" in the Japanese language.

After hearing this word, Zhu Yonghua's attention was attracted by the close conversation. He covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from making any noise, and his ears struggled to shrink the sounds outside the window, trying to hear what they were saying.

The accents of the few people outside the window were very strange, and Zhu Yonghua racked his brains, and could only extract a limited number of sentences, which were nothing more than "subordinates were conscientious and did not omit" and "robbed a lot of gold and silver treasures, and they will share a lot of profits to adults" and the like.

"Shut up!"

A low Chinese shout interrupted the man's words, followed by a low scolding: "Let you find someone, not let you rob money." Did you find anyone? ”

Zhu Yonghua immediately raised his head and looked at the dark bottom of the table, as if he wanted to see through the obstacle and see who was speaking.

"Looking for someone? Who to look for? Didn't these people come to steal money? Who speaks Chinese? What do they want to do? ”

The people outside the window did not hear the question in Zhu Yonghua's heart. There was a "snap", and the Japanese man who was carrying the knife before was slapped in the face. He immediately let out a "hi" and did not speak.

"Collect the team now, go to the governor's yamen to see, Zhu Yonghua may be there." The deep male voice said.

There was a crackling sound of footsteps in the courtyard, occasionally mixed with the sound of dragging a wooden box - Zhu Yonghua knew that it was the silver he had placed in the opposite house, about more than a thousand taels.

But now I don't have the heart to think about the silver being robbed. Zhu Yonghua's heart was full of fear, these murderous widows were actually looking for themselves, but they didn't know what the purpose was? Of course, no matter what they wanted to do, Zhu Yonghua himself clearly heard the chaotic footsteps gradually disappearing, and the courtyard that had been ravaged was quiet again, only the torches lit by the widows were still crackling.

Zhu Yonghua closed his eyes, and he didn't calm down his breathing until a few incense sticks had passed after the people had left. He lowered his head and fumbled in the darkness to fasten his belt before he opened his eyes.

Then he saw an upside-down face less than a foot away from him.

"Ahh Zhu Yonghua screamed miserably and held his breath again......

When he woke up again, he was already sitting on a chair in the middle of the courtyard. A row of torches burned in the night wind in front of him, and bursts of heat rolled on Zhu Yonghua's face, making him a little unable to open his eyes.

He raised his hand to cover his face. Through his fingers, he saw several men in Song costumes standing in front of him talking, and behind him was a row of Japanese warriors standing straight, all holding swords stuck in scabbards, looking ahead with cold faces.

When the men in Song costumes saw that Zhu Yonghua had woken up, one of them arched his hand with a smile: "I'm sorry, Zhu Tongzhi Mr. Zhu, I'm Jiang Xiaobai." I'm sorry that I accidentally probed into the house and scared the adults unconscious. ”

Zhu Yonghua slowly put his hand down. He looked at Jiang Xiaobai who was standing in front of him, and then at the few people behind him, and suddenly understood. Immediately, the five-grade official in charge of Tianjin Port pushed down the chair with a bang, knelt on the ground, and slammed his head on the floor, leaving an obvious blood mark: "The villain Zhu Yonghua is a bold dog, and the lard is blinded, and he dares to obstruct the good deeds of the adult, and he really deserves to die, and he deserves to die..."

"Then you are old and young, please spare your life. Will you be a good official in the future, give us infinite convenience, and repay our kindness? Jiang Xiaobai interrupted him with a bright smile on his face.

Zhu Yonghua swallowed: "Uh..."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Zhu, it's not me who is the main owner this time, I'm just stopping by to see the excitement." Jiang Xiaobai let go of his body and made a "please" movement, "If you want to say something, you have to tell this gentleman." ”

Zhu Yonghua followed Jiang Xiaobai's direction, and a middle-aged man in a dark Song costume windbreaker was looking at him with a smile: "Mr. Zhu Yonghua, do you remember me?" ”

"He Qiwei, the manager of Daming Northeast Business Group, came to visit Mr. Zhu before." He Qiwei wore black cowhide gloves in both hands, held them in front of him, and looked at Zhu Yonghua kneeling in front of him with a chuckle. Seeing the dazed look in his eyes, He Qiwei sighed with some regret: "It seems that Mr. Zhu is a noble person who forgets things." At the beginning of March of this year, the contemptible people were entrusted by the board of directors of the company to visit you, Mr. Tianjin, and wanted to ask you to raise your noble hand and allow the company to transport grain and other commodities to Tianjin for sale. At that time, you said that Mr. Yuan Chonghuan, the governor of Jiliao, ordered that it was forbidden to cooperate with the company, so you rejected the request of the contemptible. ”

Zhu Yonghua looked at He Qiwei steadily, and the picture of the day suddenly appeared in his mind, so he kowtowed again in horror and said: "Lord He, Lord He, this is all Yuan Da... Yuan Chonghuan's meaning, the lower officials don't want to do this..."

He Qiwei let out a "hey" and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Zhu Yonghua up.

Zhu Yonghua dared to get up, but he couldn't help but exert his strength, and he was pulled up, "Eh, Mr. Zhu, what are you doing kneeling, please get up quickly." Our Great Song Dynasty does not prosper the Mongolian kneeling, and we can't afford to be a 'adult', so don't be so tormented in the future. ”