Chapter 54

The rooms in the temple are small and simple, facing south is a window with a miscellaneous wooden chair under the windowsill, and a coffee table sandwiched between the wooden chairs. Even this small room, with Zhu Mingzhong's identity, could not be lived in originally, and for the generals of the Zheng army and their families who had been sailing at sea for several months, they naturally longed to rest on the shore for a day or two.

In this case, the housing inside and outside the city is naturally extremely tight, if it is not arranged by Zhang Huangyan himself. I'm afraid Zhu Mingzhong can only live on a stuffy, humid boat, not in the guest rooms of this temple.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Mingzhong saw a wooden box resting in the room, and when he saw the wooden box, he immediately asked.

"Big Tiger, this is ......"

Wang Dahu, who was following the big body, heard it and hurriedly said.

"My lord, this is what Xu Yuanda sent from them just now, saying that it was the box you left on the ship at that time......"

It was only then that Zhu Mingzhong remembered that when he went to Jiangyin, because he was in a hurry, everything including the medical box fell on the boat and in this box. I've almost forgotten about this in the past few days.

What's in it?

Opening the copper lock on the box, there was a brown leather medical kit, which contained some common medicines and improvised surgical equipment. At this time, what really attracted Zhu Mingzhong's attention was probably that there were a few potatoes that had grown with sprouts next to the medical box, looking at these potatoes, Zhu Mingzhong only felt that his breathing was causing shortness......

"It's supposed to be Dutch potatoes......"

Weighing this single potato, which weighed at least half a catty, and when he was talking to himself, Zhu Mingzhong's eyes burst out with a strange look.

Dutch potatoes are early-maturing varieties, not to mention high yields, and more importantly, short growth periods, but only 60-65 days, what does this high-yielding early-maturing potato mean in this era? It means that with it, there will not even be hungry people in this world. No one will go hungry again!

The heartbeat of the potatoes in his hand was pounding violently, and these potatoes had even become more precious treasures than gold bricks in his eyes.

"When you get back to Jiangyin, plant them!"

Thinking like this, Zhu Mingzhong carefully put them in the box, and the action was extremely light, as if he was afraid that it would break.

"Go back and let the big tiger find some straw to ......"

After putting the potatoes away, Zhu Mingzhong opened the medicine box, and most of the medicines in the medicine box belonged to common medicines such as "cold and fever, a pack of aspirin".

"Aspirin, cephalosporin, amoxicillin, ......"

As an "unlicensed traveling doctor", there are many kinds of medicines in this medical box, not only commonly used anti-inflammatory drugs for adults and children, but also some drugs for the treatment of common epidemic diseases in southern urban villages.

"If it's a peaceful and prosperous world, maybe with these medicines, you can become a miracle doctor!"

Looking at the medicine in the medicine box, Zhu Mingzhong said with some emotion.

If the Northern Expedition fails, it seems good to be a miracle doctor!

This thought was just a fleeting thought, thinking of the rat's tail he saw in Jiangyin City, his brows furrowed sharply, and he muttered to himself.

"Since Lao Tzu is here, he can't let Chinese keep a rat's tail anymore......"

But—what can I do now?

That night, Zhu Mingzhong, who lay on the bed all night without sleep, finally pushed the door and walked out of the temple when the sky was about to shine.

Looking at the thousands of warships in the river, Zhu Mingzhong's brows were tightly locked, in another month, a month later, this huge fleet and this Northern Expeditionary Army of nearly 200,000 people will be defeated under the city of Nanjing, and the last hope of Zhongxing Daming will also be shattered in the future.

Yourself, what can you do? All ambitions must eventually face this cruel reality, and the reality is how to save this Northern Expedition army and save the last hope of Zhongxing Daming!

Zhu Mingzhong, who was on the embankment, turned his eyes from the river to Guazhou City, this small city was a very prosperous riverside town at this time, but it had collapsed into the river one after another during the Guangxu period, leaving only a place name, and now, Zheng Chenggong is in this small city, if he has the opportunity to see him again, can he convince him?

Frowning tightly, Zhu Mingzhong thought of the analysis of Zheng Chenggong's character weaknesses in later generations - too stubborn and impulsive. He was so jealous and strict in enforcing the law that his subordinates could not forgive small mistakes, and he was often furious over small things.

Although he has not yet seen Zheng Chenggong's angry side, it is by no means an easy event to persuade a person who is "too stubborn" to accept the views of others, and maybe, he will really lose his life, thinking of the "traitor" who was claimed to be forced into the Manchu camp by his "character" in history, Zhu Mingzhong sighed secretly.

"Hey......"

It's hard!

The reason why he was able to try to persuade Zheng Chenggong at any cost before was because at that time, he was barefoot, which was nothing more than a "death", but now, after becoming a garrison in Jiangyin and having "thousands of men and horses" under his command, Zhu Mingzhong is not as decisive as before.

Even when it comes to doing things, it is a matter of looking ahead and backwards. At the root of it, I am afraid that if Zheng Chenggong is provoked, his life will not be guaranteed.

It's gone, it's all over!

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong, who was bored in his heart, walked forward along the river embankment, and walked I don't know how far, a person under a big willow tree like a cloud cover in front of him caught his attention, so he quietly walked over, and after approaching, Zhu Mingzhong could see that he was holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, and seemed to be painting something.

This is......

It's an easel.

On the easel was an oil painting that was about to be finished, and the person who painted it was actually a foreigner.

Although he knew that there were foreigners in Zheng Chenggong's army, Zhu Mingzhong was still a little surprised to see a foreigner in China in this era, especially when he saw the oil painting on the easel, the surprise in his eyes was even stronger, and the scene in the painting was the huge fleet on the river.

Unexpectedly, someone actually painted this scene. If this is the case, why haven't you heard of paintings related to Zheng Chenggong's Northern Expedition in later generations?

Thinking about the future when he thought about the future when 170,000 Northern Expeditionary troops were defeated under the city of Nanjing a month later, Zhu Mingzhong's mood suddenly became extremely heavy, but isn't it, more than 100,000 soldiers died, maybe including the foreigners who painted this painting, as for the painting he painted, it may have been destroyed in the fire.

In the midst of the loss, a sigh inadvertently came from his throat.

"Hey......"

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