I don't know where to start, Jin Wenbo can't eat well, and he can't sleep soundly, I don't know how many times, he will wake up from nightmares, and when he wakes up, when he looks at this room, he will always let out a long sigh.

Why is this so?

No man is content!

After beating the eight families and deciding to stay in China, Jin Wenbo seemed to understand why they chose the Manchu Qing instead of the Ming Dynasty back then, and why they betrayed the Ming Dynasty. Because they are gambling, what they are betting on is nothing more than a better outcome.

Just like now, the reason why they stayed here was because of the phrase "can be a lord", for the sake of that empty promise, they risked staying here, and this is their choice.

O human heart!

In the end, he was weak and weak after several persuasions of his family to leave were refused, he could only choose to be silent, from that day on, he was like the standard second ancestor, enjoying life in this Fuzhou city, squandering money, for him, the worst thing now may be money, after all, it may be out of compensation for him, he can receive 10,000 taels of silver from his family every month. Thanks to this money, he was able to numb his nerves with a squandering method.

As in the past, he slept in a brothel until nearly noon, and after having lunch in the courtyard, Jin Wenbo took his personal servant Sanzhu to wander around this Fuzhou city, maybe this Fuzhou city is not as lively as Beijing's, but there are also places that Beijing's division cannot compare, for example, there are many shops in this city that specialize in Western goods, and Westerners can also be seen on the street. If there is any difference between Fujian under the rule of Min Zheng and the past, I am afraid that the sea ban was opened, and foreign ships from various countries sailed into various ports one after another, doing business with the Chinese people, which also made Fuzhou have a lot of foreign gadgets.

Walking out of several shops specializing in Western goods, when passing by another shop, he suddenly heard someone saying something treasured, and he was so curious that Jin Wenshi came up to see the excitement.

As soon as he entered the house, the three pillars who followed the young master's side, saw that thing, and immediately said.

"What do I think it's a rarity? Isn't it just a telescope? ”

It's not just a Western telescope, that is, it's a little bigger, a little longer, that's all.

When the shopkeeper heard him say this, he saw that the man was dressed as a servant, and he sneered.

"Telescope-breaking? It's not that I scold you, the family property of your ancestors for eight generations is not worth this telescope, do you know that this mirror is not an ordinary telescope! ”

At this moment, a young man in brocade followed the sound into the shop.

Jin Wenbo, who likes Western gadgets, was looking at the five-foot-long telescope there at this time, and he looked at it for a long time, nodding and shaking his head, and he couldn't stop smacking until he spit out two words in his mouth.

"This thing is really rare!"

Looking at the telescope, and touching the copper body of the telescope with his hand, Jin Wenbo said.

"This thing is really rare on our side, our telescope, at most, is to see a few miles out, more than a foot long, three columns, you see this telescope, it is five feet long, this mirror is almost 3 inches wide, such a telescope, I estimate...... This is the telescope that those Westerners use to look at the stars and the moon, and the laurel tree on the moon can also be seen clearly! ”

Glancing at the sky, Jin Wenbo, who thought about what the laurel tree on the moon looked like tonight, said directly.

"Well, three thousand taels, I want this telescope. Look at the moon tonight and see what Chang'e looks like. ”

"Three...... Thousand? Chang'e? ”

The brocade-clothed young man on the side obviously looked quite interested, when he heard that Jin Wenbo wanted this telescope, where did he care so much? He hurriedly raised his hand high and shouted.

"I want this thing, three thousand...... Five hundred taels. ”

Yo, it's time to raise the price!

Seeing this brocade-clothed young man who came out of nowhere, Jin Wenbo was immediately happy, this was the first time he had encountered him to buy something at a price, he immediately took over and said:

"I'll add two hundred taels, three thousand seven hundred taels!"

When the brocade-clothed young man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted directly.

"Three thousand eight!"

Smiling, looking at the young man who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, Jin Wenbo continued.

"Four thousand!"

"Six thousand!"

The brocade-clothed young man thought for a moment and called out the price, but suddenly stunned everyone present.

No one in the store made a sound, and the shopkeeper looked at these two in surprise, thinking to himself, if he could meet such a boy every day, it would be great.

After a moment of silence, Jin Wenbo clapped his hands and laughed.

"Yes, that's for you!"

It's not that Jin Wenbo doesn't have any silver in his hand, but because he knows that the young man who can take out six thousand taels of silver is definitely not an ordinary family, and from the leather boots he wears under his feet, it can be seen that this young man is definitely not an ordinary rich son. After all, the leather boots are not ordinary leather boots, look at the appearance, but the boots in the Jiangbei Army are somewhat similar, but they are different, ordinary people will definitely not be able to wear such leather boots. It's just that this person's fluent Hokkien dialect makes him a little confused and unclear about the identity of this young man. Naturally, he took the initiative to give way.

"You've got some eyesight!"

The boy snorted, and then he casually took out his wallet and took out a few silver tickets directly from it.

The shopkeeper, who originally had a smile on his face, looked at the few "silver tickets" handed over by this son, his face turned white in an instant, and he suddenly became ugly.

"Son, don't be kidding......"

"Jokes?"

The young man took a few silver tickets, looked at the shopkeeper and said.

"What joke?"

Jin Wenbo stood on the side, saw the silver ticket in the hand of the young man, and immediately understood the reason, this silver ticket is not Jiangbei's silver dollar coupon or promissory note, but Nanjing's printed "Ming silver ticket", compared to Jiangbei's silver dollar coupon, although this "Ming silver ticket" is said to be printed by the King of Fujian, but most of the people do not recognize, they all know that Jiangbei silver dollar coupons can be exchanged for real money and silver, but this "Ming silver ticket" may not be able to exchange for real money, just last month, someone took 20,000 taels of Daming silver tickets to the Jiangnan official silver number, I didn't get the full amount of cash. Although it was because there was not enough silver in the silver trumpet at that time, the man later cashed out the full amount. But from that time on, the people who didn't trust the "Daming silver ticket" were naturally even more reluctant to accept the silver ticket, and the larger the amount, the more so.

"Isn't this silver?"

The young man looked at the silver ticket in his hand and asked puzzled.

Suddenly, Jin Wenbo looked at the young man and said.

"This son, you gave me this silver note, a promissory note of six thousand taels of Jiangbei Bank."

Hearing this, the young man had a smile on his face that was easily imperceptible, and he stared at Jin Wenbo and said.

"You're a little interesting, you're not afraid that this big silver ticket won't turn into money."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jin Wenbo smiled directly.

"Isn't this an official silver number, and besides, I also like these foreign things, and Childe seems to like it too. If there is fate, if Meng Gongzi does not give up, make a friend. I'm anxious about my friend's trouble......"

The young man looked at the person in front of him, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Jin Wenbo.

"In that case, let's go have a cup of tea together."

When he left the teahouse, Jin Wenbo's expression still looked a little strange, he didn't expect that he would meet such a person in Fuzhou.

"Young master, is that master really the general of Zhenguo?"

Sanzhu's tone was full of disbelief, and he was even a little afraid, when the masters spoke before, he almost interjected.

"According to the "Da Ming Law", except for the prince, the others are all Zhenguo generals. He is the second son of King Chungyeol, so he is naturally the general of Zhenguo. ”

Jin Wenbo said that he was the boy he knew in the store before, only sixteen-year-old Zheng Cong, the reason why he came from Nanjing was to be able to meet the grandfather, of course, he also wanted to find an excuse to leave Nanjing, after knowing the reason for his father's death, he didn't want to see his eldest brother at all, and naturally he didn't want to stay in Nanjing. Jin Wenbo didn't know much about these, although he also knew a few Baylors in the capital, but the reason why he was surprised now was more because he was surprised by the process of getting acquainted with him.

"That lord doesn't look like it, when he was in the capital, some of those Baylors didn't look like they were high."

Sanzhu's words made Jin Wenbo nod slightly, he had a deep understanding of those Baylor's superiority, after all, for Baylor, he was just a slave of the Aixin Jueluo family, that is, he had a few taels of silver, what qualifications did he have to be equal to them, so naturally it was impossible to be very kind to him, but Zheng Cong couldn't see anything similar to him at all, but he seemed quite approachable.

"This is also true, the officials of the Ming Dynasty are probably the same, they are not like the Manchurian side who have to kowtow and kneel at every turn, the people are kneeling to the officials, and the officials are also kneeling to the officials."

When talking about the benefits of Daming, a question rose in Jin Wenbo's heart, in this case, why did his father choose to kneel down in the Manchu Qing Dynasty instead of Daming's side? What drove them to make that choice?

For Jin Wenbo, who is less than thirty years old, his memory of the Ming Dynasty is vague, and he also doesn't know why his father made that choice, why he was willing to take refuge in the Manchu Qing Dynasty instead of the Ming Dynasty?

But if they don't have the slightest affection for China, why don't they want to leave here and go to Europe?

For a long time, there have always been such and such questions in Jin Wenbo's heart, and these questions, even now, have not been answered, and no one will answer his questions, so these questions have been pressed on the bottom of his heart.

Why exactly?

With such a question in mind, when I returned home, the housekeeper over there reported it to the side.

"Third Young Master, the eldest young master of the Fan family is here, and he has been waiting for you in the study."

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