Eventually, Gonzalez agreed to deliver the goods in the city, hiring a chariot and horse to the ship. In return, the shop also paid for a set ---of porcelain with slightly more elaborate workmanship, which was not as good as the sample given to him by the Chinese emperor, but it was worth the life of most people in Europe.

After ordering the porcelain, Gonzalez asked his entourage to pull out silver dollars, pay a twenty percent deposit, and leave.

"Is there any other place in the city where I can sell it?" Gonzalez spoke a strange sentence in Chinese, but the vast majority of language learners these days only need to be able to understand the meaning of the other person, and if it is placed in the modern situation that requires accuracy and effectiveness, it is actually better to turn it over. Shanghai's pidgin English is only six or seven hundred words, and junior high school graduates can complete it (the grammar level is even more so, the grammar of pidgin English is completely based on Chinese)

"Ahh What do you want? ”

"Raw silk, tea..."What Gonzalez said are all traditional fist products in China's foreign trade.

"By the way, Your Majesty recently pointed out a new product, do you want to take a look?" The interpreter suddenly thought that the big cotton cloth seller had also given him a little red envelope, so he seized this opportunity to exercise his power and blow the wind.

"Gladly." Gonzalez's sly smile and curiosity about all things in society are the characteristics of businessmen in this era of "freedom", because only in this way can they tear through the old order around the world and reap super-profits again and again.

The carriage turned around the steel mill that seemed to heat the air, and came to a shop in the southwest corner of Ava, where the interpreter guided him to the shop, and saw the clerk and the interpreter look at each other with a "you know", obviously, there was some deal between the shop and the interpreter.

But Gonzalez doesn't care, anyway, if you have a deal, you have a deal, right? Pulling out a Spanish silver coin and motioning for the interpreter to wait, Gonzalez was taken backstage by the shopkeeper to look at the goods.

"Look, cotton yarn on this side and cotton cloth on that side."

"Cotton??? Cotton? Hearing the word "cotton", Gonzalez's whole body was so shocked that he almost jumped up, but then regained his composure, "What stupid, China and India both grow cotton in large quantities, and it's normal to have cotton cloth." But... Ah, anyway, let's take a look. "Gonzalez was a bit of a mess.

"If the guest officer is willing to buy enough of these cotton yarns, he can buy them for a tael of silver and take them away," the larger-eyed clerk gestured. "If it's cotton, two halves of silver is a cotton."

Hearing the clerk's offer, Gonzalez's eyes lit up. The local price of cotton cloth in India is slightly more expensive than this figure, and if you cut the price, you can buy some cotton cloth to occupy space.

Wait a minute... Why is the price of so much cotton yarn and these cotton cloths the same? Gonzalez was incredulous, and although he had not studied economics (the most powerful economics of the era was in Zhu Youlang's head), he also realized why the cotton yarn here was so cheap.

"Shopkeeper, you can give me a clue, how much cotton cloth can be spun from these cotton yarns, this thick cotton cloth."

"Seven and a half horses." As soon as the clerk finished speaking, he looked slightly frightened, as if he had said something wrong.

Gonzalez thought that the clerk might be confusing himself with a look of regret as soon as he opened his mouth, and that the number should be even higher. After carefully comparing in his heart, Gonzalez decided not to purchase cotton cloth, but cotton yarn.

……

"What, how about the weapon that the fan brought over?"

"There are a total of more than 100 flintlock guns, bird guns, and four small cannons, these four cannons are lighter than the cannons cast by the Ming Dynasty, and the barrels inside are relatively smooth." Facing the number two person in the imperial court, the craftsman in charge of casting the cannon was a little afraid.

"Oh?" Li Dingguo spewed out a little breath from his nose and didn't say anything. "Well, bird, oh no, what about the flintlock pistol?"

Li Dingguo automatically ignored those full birds.

"The flintlock pistols of the Fan people are of different lengths, and they can probably be divided into accumulations, but the worst state also looks better than the self-made ones. Homemade flintlock pistols are heavier at the back and lighter at the front, and the barrel is tied with cotton thread, and the barrel of these flintlock pistols is more evenly balanced. ”

"As for the artillery, please forgive the villain for being stupid, he doesn't know how to cast a cannon like this."

Li Dingguo waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and encouraged the craftsman to leave here. As soon as I arrived at the door, I met the lieutenant who came to invite me into the palace; "Lord, Your Majesty invited the prince into the palace to talk about things."

Recently, Li Dingguo fell ill, and the emperor came to visit his home many times, but he had not been summoned to the palace for a long time. Li Dingguo nodded and let the carriage follow the carriage in the palace.

Perhaps taking care of his own body, Zhu Youlang just talked to him for a while, and then asked the carriage in the palace to take him and a volume of secret decrees back to the Li Mansion.

Lying on the bed and holding his back and forth, Li Dingguo opened the scroll of the holy decree and read it carefully, and asked people to put it away.

Seven days later, one morning, on a fork railway next to Ava Station, the tightly wrapped special train carriages were pulled by horses and galloped. The person sitting inside was none other than Li Dingguo. There are three carriages in the whole train, and the whole body is painted red, and the horses used are also the most vigorous. Seeing the special train painted red, the oncoming train and the train slowly climbing in front of it avoided the main road and gave way.

The locomotives of later generations could not move hundreds or thousands of horsepower, but this special train only had a few horsepower, and the natural living conditions were extremely poor, and every night, Li Dingguo had to live in a heavily guarded post station.

Four days later, Li Dingguo finally ended this terrible journey that was extremely devastating to people physically and mentally, and came to the last stop of this railway, Zhongxingzhou. The platform of Zhongxingzhou Station is located in the open space in front of the city gate, and his footsteps are vainly stepping on the ground, seeing the repaired city wall, Li Dingguo nodded approvingly.

Because of the secrecy of the itinerary, Liu Guanshan did not know the news before, and when the fake Huang Yue of the King of Jin was held high by the honor guard, the news reached Liu Guanshan's ears.

"What are you doing? Hurry up, come with me to meet King Jin! Liu Guanshan didn't care so much, threw the charcoal on the table, and went to call the cadres of the bureaus who worked together. Let them put down their work and come out to greet them, and it also means that they will make up a number of people to look good--- how can they have time to temporarily find extras at this time?

As a result, the entire yamen was instantly emptied.

Because the special train could not transport military horses at present, Li Dingguo walked among the honor guards on foot. These honor guards were not only to show their majesty and power, but also to protect Li Dingguo's personal bodyguards in the event of an assassin.

Of course, not all of the guards served as honor guards, and some stood in various confidential positions to prevent long-range assassinations.

(End of chapter)