There is a small table in the middle of the shop, Wang Huan is holding his chin in one hand, leaning on the table with the pattern in the other, wearing a white cloth shirt and a cloth robe, his eyes are bloodshot, his face is unkempt, his face is haggard, like a student who is about to face the college entrance examination but has no bottom in his heart, and that pattern is the answer to the college entrance examination, but he can't memorize it.

On the table, there is also a small clay pot, two porcelain bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, a small plate of pickles and a few steamed buns.

However, the dishes and chopsticks did not move, and Wang Huan seemed to have no appetite.

Xu Erjue only felt a "grunt" in his stomach, and his mouth was ** straight up, and he suddenly remembered that the two of them talked at night last night, chatted until late before going to bed, and ate two flatbreads for dinner.

He sat up, seeing that Wang Huan had no intention of eating, of course it was inconvenient to eat first, and was thinking about how to open his mouth to let Wang Huan eat a little, and he had to move his chopsticks, but he heard someone making noise outside the window, and a loud voice asked a few times outside, and then the door knocker in the courtyard rang, and Ma Wannian knocked on the door and came in.

Wang Huan was still staring at the pattern, and didn't seem to notice that someone came in, Ma Wannian was not surprised, Hou Ye has been obsessed with it in the past few days, but he doesn't look stupid, so it doesn't matter, anyway, Wang Huan is often obsessed with the same research and forgetting to sleep and eat, once it succeeds, it is a major invention that shocks the past and the present, and the exterminating bomb and the thunder are like this, everyone is used to it.

"Lord Qiqi, there are people outside the door who have returned from Guangdong asking to see them, and they say that Lord Chen Xiang sent a message to them in Xi'an, asking them to directly bring the people back here, and now they are waiting in the outer courtyard." Ma Wannian meticulously bowed down and reported according to the etiquette, and then stood quietly waiting for Wang Huan's instructions.

Before he could raise his head, he felt someone passing by him, and the fan brought up by the robe was stinging on his face like a bullet grazing, he turned around in surprise and saw Wang Huan's back running out barefoot.

Ma Wannian blinked, he hadn't seen Ping Lianghou move so quickly for a long time, as a general to lead the troops, his temperament is very important, and he can't be abrupt.

Another person jumped down from the shop, but it was Xu Erjue, he was more reserved, and put on shoes, but he passed by Ma Wannian's side, ran to the yard and seemed to remember something, turned back and grabbed a steamed bun from the table and put it in his mouth, while gnawing, he rushed to chase Wang Huan.

Ma Wannian stood there for a while, then shook his head, followed the footprints of the two, and chased after them.

A moment later, a group of people gathered in the outer courtyard of Wang Huan's residence, squeezing the small hall a little squeezed.

Wang Huan sat on the chair, Xu Erjue was the chief official of this room, and he also sat on the left side, Ma Wannian and the others stood on both sides with their swords, and on the blue brick floor of the lobby, there were two kneeling and two standing, these four people were different from others in two places.

The first is that the four people have blond hair and blue eyes, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, white skin, and thick hair, which are very different from the Han people, and they are somewhat similar to the people with colored eyes, but they are not exactly the same, which is particularly unique, which provokes Ma Wannian and others to peek at it and secretly marvel that there are really red-haired ghosts in the world.

The second is these four people, the kneeling two are firmly tied by hemp rope, while the two standing are not tied.

These four people have very different expressions and very different clothes. The two people standing were wearing cloth shirts common to the people of the Ming Dynasty, with a belt around their waists and an iron hook, which should be sabers, and they had been taken away at this time, with a pair of hemp pants on their lower bodies, short leather boots on their feet, and their skin was blown dark and solid by the sea breeze. At this time, the two of them looked around curiously, and were particularly interested in the white iron armor on Ma Wannian and the others, and they looked at it vigorously.

The two kneeling are dressed much more upscale, with white shirts and black vests, and high-waisted leather boots under trousers.

The attitude of these two people is much worse than that of the two people standing, two pairs of vicious eyes under the messy hair stared at Wang Huan who was sitting in front of them, and the eager appearance could clearly see that if they were not tied, the two people with big shoulders and round waists would have jumped up and attacked Wang Huan.

Wang Huan didn't speak at first, his cloth shirt was very long, just covering his bare feet, but Ma Wannian still quietly brought a pair of shoes and put them at his feet.

The four people did not speak, and the people sent by Chen Xiang to Guangdong stood beside the four red-haired ghosts and reported to Wang Huan about the journey.

"This trip is meritorious, I have written it down, you go down to rest first, go to get the reward, and then return to the team after a few days off." Wang Huan likes capable people, and he never skimps money on such talents.

Liu Erlang was stunned and said, "My lord, these four red-haired ghosts have very poor Chinese, and there are no small ones, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient to communicate." ”

Wang Huan became more interested when he heard this, and asked with his eyebrows, "What?" Do you know the language of red-haired ghosts? ”

Liu Erlang nodded: "The youngest one is from Guangzhou, and his uncle is in business, and he once took me to Macao for a walk, so he learned the language of the red-haired ghost." When the Tartars entered Guangdong, the little father was the political envoy of Guangdong, Li Chengdong was martyred with Emperor Shaowu when he broke the city, and the small one was afraid to kill his father, and he refused to serve under Li Chengdong, but he was unable to take revenge, so he traveled all the way west and temporarily lived in Chongqing Mansion. ”

So that's the case, Wang Huan realized that it turned out that Liu Erlang and Li Chengdong had a common hatred, no wonder Chen Xiang was able to recruit Cantonese people in Sichuan, so to speak, this time Liu Erlang's credit is not small, Chen Xiang's credit is not small, if it is not for him to discover Liu Erlang's talent, I am afraid that he will not be able to achieve his goal at all, and he can't say it just in Cantonese.

"Well, it's better for you to stay, listen to the truth of this red-haired ghost." Wang Huan thought about it and agreed.

Then he turned his face to look at the four Portuguese and asked lightly: "Como éque te chamas?" ”

Full of surprise!

Ma Wannian and the others were caught off guard, looking at Wang Huan's expression as if they were gods, they never thought that Lord Wang would actually have the bird language of a red-haired ghost, and they all said that Ping Lianghou could do anything, but they didn't expect to be able to do it like this.

When Xu Erjue was in his grandfather's house, he had seen missionary Matteo Ricci and other foreigners, and had heard the foreign language that was jokingly called the language of birds, and he completely understood that what Wang Huan said at this time was absolutely standard Portuguese, although he couldn't understand it, he could judge it.

And Liu Erlang and the four Portuguese were even more surprised, looking at Wang Huan's gaze, as if they had seen God.

In the heart of China, how could it be possible to meet a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty who knew Portuguese?

The two people who knelt on the tie, one named Alfonso and the other called Duro, were gunsmiths hired by the Macao Artillery Factory from the Portuguese army, Alfonso hung the rank of lieutenant, and Duro was a second lieutenant, and they had negotiated before coming, and signed a contract with the Portuguese General Administration of Macau, serving in Macao for three years, earning 10,000 riel gold coins a year, and after the expiration of the period, they could freely choose to continue to use or return to China.

The two of them had a very comfortable time in Macau, this island is simply a paradise, there is everything, and the Chinese women are even more gentle, beautiful and virtuous, much better than those women with coarse pores in Portugal.

It would be great if he hadn't been kidnapped by the young Ming Dynasty official in front of him.

(End of chapter)