Watching Liang Pengfei bury his head and swallow the hot and sweet fish porridge, Liang Yuanxia breathed a sigh of relief, this time he took Liang Pengfei to run the maritime business, not because he hoped that his son could become a tool as soon as possible, and he would take over the family business of the old Liang family as soon as possible. Yesterday's fright scared most of his soul away, the old Liang family has reached Liang Pengfei's generation, but it is a lone seedling, if he really has a case, how should he explain to his wife and Liang Pengfei's grandmother? You must know that Liang Pengfei's lone seedling is the lifeblood in his mother's eyes and the flesh of his heart.

After eating and wiping it out, Liang Pengfei was satisfied, it is still the fragrance of our Chinese food, although the taste of food in Africa is also unique, but there are only a few things over and over again, how can we have several major Chinese cuisines, and thousands of famous dishes with ever-changing tastes. Just this bowl of fish porridge hooked out Liang Pengfei's gluttony, returned to the land, and first fucked a roast suckling pig to enjoy it, thinking about the crispy golden pig skin, the greasy suckling pork, Lao Liang's saliva almost dripped out.

"Peng'er, it's not enough, Dad will bring you another bowl." Liang Daguan thinks that his son's appetite has increased greatly, and he is very relieved, and it is a good thing to be able to eat, which proves that his son's recovery ability is good.

"No need, my son is full." Liang Pengfei shook his head. "Whatever you want your son to do, you can command." Liang Pengfei has never been a stable lord with a stable buttocks, the pain in his head has disappeared a lot, and Liang Pengfei, who has just had a full meal and has nowhere to use his strength, is brave and brave. When you arrive in an unfamiliar environment, you have to understand the people and things around you in the shortest possible time, which is a condition that an excellent salesman must have.

"What can you do, hehe, you can take good care of your body for me, and you don't care about the rest." Liang Yuanxia took the big bowl and put it aside, patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder and said.

At this time, the steward Lu Yuan walked in with a musket and told Liang Yuanxia that the injured ships had been almost repaired, and that the twenty or so captured foreigners had been taken into custody in the bilge, and asked Liang Yuanxia what to do with these guys.

"There are really not many people who dare to rob Lao Tzu's fleet, when did they become so bold as Frenchmen?" Liang Yuanxia straightened his burly body and said in a deep voice, with a fierce killing intent on his body.

"The little one asked the interpreter to ask, they claimed that they happened to be passing through this area, and they saw that our fleet didn't have many artillery, so they wanted to get a vote, and the other is, I hope we can release these prisoners, and they can pay us a ransom." Lu Yuan replied respectfully.

"We don't have this rule in this line of work, hurt my son like this, and still want to live? Cut it all for me, feed the sharks. Liang Yuanxia clenched his big hands into fists, and the light in his eyes was even more dazzling than the morning sun that shot obliquely into the cabin.

Liang Pengfei narrowed his eyes, feeling strange in his heart, ransom? It seems that in the West, only wars between nobles require ransom to redeem hostages. Hearing Liang Yuanxia's order, Lu Yuan, who didn't even raise the corner of his eye, turned around and was about to walk out of the hatch.

Liang Pengfei opened his mouth and shouted: "Wait, Steward Lu, please give me that musket." Liang Pengfei's eyes were staring at the musket in Lu Yuan's hand, he had really never seen the authenticity of this old-fashioned musket, and he had seen it on the picture at most before, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but be stunned by Liang Pengfei's order, raised his eyes and swept Liang Yuanxia, seeing that Liang Yuanxia had no disagreement, he handed the musket in his hand to Liang Pengfei's hand. "Young master, be careful, this musket is already loaded."

Liang Pengfei quickly took it in his hand, fiddled with it a few times, and couldn't help but pouted his lips with disdain, it seems that it really deserves to be the eighteenth century, this flintlock pistol is so simple, not much more beautiful than a burning stick, thinking about the light weapons he played with in later generations, Liang Pengfei lost interest all of a sudden, but when his eyes fell on a certain place on the gun, he couldn't help but be stunned: "No, since it's French, how can you use British firearms?" ”

Lu Yuan and Liang Yuanxia both had question marks on their heads. "Peng'er, what do you mean by this?"

"Daddy, look here, the name of the manufacturer on this gun is in Yingyi's words." Liang Pengfei's finger clicked on the string of characters on the body of the gun. Linked to the ransom issue just now, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his heart.

"By the way, are the other guns the same model as this one?" Liang Pengfei handed the musket back to Lu Zheng and asked.

"This, the little one didn't care about it at the time." Lu Zheng was slightly stunned, shook his head and replied.

"Dad, don't kill those people first, I want to go and see first." Liang Pengfei turned his head to look at his father Liang Yuanxia, Liang Yuanxia smiled and said, "Since you think there is a problem, deal with it." ”

Hearing this, as well as Liang Yuanxia's unreserved trust in himself, Liang Pengfei, who was hot in his heart, nodded fiercely.

Sure enough, the sixty-nine muskets captured were all British-made, and even those guns were British-made, and in the end, Liang Pengfei found the answer in the captain's room of this armed merchant ship.

Liang Pengfei patted the captain's nautical chronicle and the nautical chart and said affirmatively: "Dad, this is definitely not an armed merchant ship of France, but of Yingyi." You see, this nautical chronicle and this chart are all written by Yingyi, and the above records already indicate that they have been wandering here for at least three days, so there must be something wrong here. ”

Liang Yuanxia's expression also became gloomy, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and looked back at Lu Yuan.

The steward Lu, who rarely took the initiative to speak, nodded and walked out without saying a word. Liang Yuanxia turned his head and patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder: "Good boy, he is worthy of being the most read in our old Liang family, and his brain is better than his father." ”

"It's not that you're old and well-trained." Liang Pengfei shook his hand is a little sycophant, and sure enough, Liang Yuanxia and Liang Daguan smiled, looking old and relieved.

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"The young master really guessed correctly, they are not French, but Yingyi." Just when Liang Yuanxia and Liang Pengfei, father and son, were standing on the bow of this European-style armed merchant ship, admiring the heartbreakingly blue sea, Lu Yuan, whose expression seemed to be forever unchanged, returned, the smell of blood on his body seemed to be a little stronger, and the back of his hand was still stained with blood scabs that had not yet completely coagulated.

"However, no matter how little one asks, they insist that they are a group of English pirates pretending to be French, and hope that we will agree to their terms, and be willing to redeem their lives with three thousand gold coins."

"Daddy, I want to go and ask for myself." Liang Pengfei turned his brain, these guys have such a hard mouth, it is definitely a big problem inside, if it is really a British pirate, will they think that their political axe will pay for the safety of their lives?

Isn't this the twenty-first century, about human rights for pirates? Liang Pengfei couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.

More than a dozen torches were lit in the bilge, and the place was brightly lit, and the twenty or so Britons were tied hand and foot and thrown in a corner, many of the British were bleeding from their mouths and noses, their eyes were bruised, and their expressions when they looked at Lu Yuan were full of hatred and fear.

Two others were hung on the wall of the ship, looking dying, their clothes as tattered as beggars who begged all year round, and in front of them was a stove, in which the soldering iron was laid brightly red.

"Master, young master, why are you here?" The bald guy who sent carbon to Liang Pengfei in the snow yesterday was bare-chested, revealing his oily black skin and angular muscles. The whip in his hand seemed to have minced flesh and blood scabs on it, and when he saw the two of them, he showed a real smile, not like torture, but like an honest old farmer who was weeding the crops.

The shoddy doctor who was guarding with a musket next to him also greeted Chong.

"Monk, scholar, don't kill people." Liang Yuanxia said with a smile. Monk Chen is the nickname of the bald guy, his real name is Chen Dazhuang, as his name suggests, because he was born bald, so everyone calls him a monk. The scholar is the shoddy doctor, his surname is Bai, born in the scholarly disciple, he can be regarded as a more knowledgeable, flexible cultural person, once studied medicine in the pharmacy, so he is usually responsible for some minor illnesses and injuries of the pirates, and helps write letters from time to time or something, so no one called the original name, but Bai Shusheng became his signature surname.

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