Walking off the deck and entering the cabin, Song Yinzhi didn't speak, but just followed behind the staff surnamed Guo, let's be regarded as a staff, he could only understand it like this. [Full text reading] What echoed in my ears was the words of the governor who called himself Wang Hai, who was full of murderous spirit and domineering.

Wang Shi does not play with power and scheming, nor does he declare benevolence and righteousness, but directly wants to kill in Luzon? This was the most surprising realization he had since he got on the boat. But after thinking about it, since the scholars could only stand aside on the ship, the strangeness of the army's style was not so difficult to accept.

What's more, weird is not weird, and it has nothing to do with me, or rather, this situation is better now. The power of the enemy family is because of the scholar clan, if the status of the scholar declines, it is only good for himself, there is no harm, what is the use of thinking so much?

This flagship is indeed too big, and it took about half a pillar of incense to walk, and after a few turns, it has not yet reached its destination. During this time, Song Yinzhi figured it out, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and shook his head again, obviously he was a pirate a moment ago, but when he got on the ship, he suddenly looked at the problem with the eyes of a scholar, isn't it funny?

If this ship is really the master of the scholars, it is unknown whether his little pirate will be killed in a fit of anger, after all, the scholar is a thief, and he can be regarded as a ruthless loss of face for the saint's disciples.

"This is it, Brother Song, please ......" Song Yinzhi originally thought that the other party would settle him down first, investigate and secretly visit, and confirm the reliable surname before appointing him, but as soon as he saw the situation in the cabin, he knew that he was wrong, although he didn't quite understand what this cabin was for, but he was sure that this was definitely not a place to rest.

The cabin is very spacious, and there is a window open on one side, and the sunlight shines through the window, illuminating the room very brightly. The most of them are the tables and the people, and several long tables are pressed against the wall, forming a circle, so that the spacious cabins are all shrunk, and there is a circle of people sitting next to the tables, making the place doubly crowded.

There is also a large table made up of several tables in the middle, and there are a little fewer people around it, and the whole cabin, that is, near here, seems to have some room to spare.

The arrangement is strange, and the things those people do are also a little strange, the people around the table are sitting or standing, most of them are holding some things with rulers in their hands, and there are some objects that Song Yinzhi can't name, and everyone has more or less paper in front of them, with some strange lines drawn on them.

From time to time, someone stood up with a piece of paper, whispered something to the people around them, and then got back to work.

Not only did they communicate with the people next to them, but when Song Yinzhi entered the room, he saw someone get up with a happy face, and then held the drawings to the big table in the middle, and several people at the table quickly gathered around, pointing at the paper, and while talking, they also turned their heads to look at the things placed on the table, and their expressions were very focused.

"Guo ......" Song Yinzhi was full of doubts, and immediately wanted to ask the staff member who led the way, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he hadn't asked the other party for his name, and the other party hadn't reported his home, so he couldn't call him. In the pirate gang, you can call people casually, but in the officialdom, it is quite particular about calling this thing, and if you make a mistake and offend people, you may not know it.

"The younger brother Guo Chengjian, who is currently engaged in the engineering department of the Governor's Office, is responsible for the construction of various civil engineering projects......" The name of this staff member is interesting, and it echoes the work he is responsible for.

"It turned out to be Guo Zhi's ......" The other party was polite, but Song Yinzhi didn't dare to trust it, and directly called the other party with an official title, but in his heart he was amazed, and there was an engineering department under the Governor's Palace, and the division was quite detailed, and even civil engineering matters were specially divided into categories, and the determination of the imperial court to do a big job in Luzon was indeed fully revealed.

"I don't know what the colleagues here are ......"

When he first saw Guo Chengjian, Song Yinzhi felt strange, and the people he saw in front of him also gave him the same feeling. In terms of temperament and conversation alone, these people are still quite elegant, and some of them are better than the governor who seems to be a merchant. But in terms of dress and style, these people are very different from scholars.

When they talk to each other, they are all straightforward, and they only pay attention to the work at hand, greetings, humility, and allusions. If there is an objection, he will speak directly, and he is not afraid of offending people, and the person who hears the opposition is not annoyed, but seriously discusses with the other party...... They are not like the staff, but more like those officials in the yamen, but these people do not have the temperament of the latter, flattering and flattering to their superiors, intriguing with each other, and being fierce and domineering to the outside. If you have to make a description, in Song Yinzhi's current perception, it is nothing more than the words 'equality and mutual assistance'.

"This is the workshop of the Engineering Geography Division, and my colleagues are drawing nautical charts along the way, so Brother Song is invited to come here, because Brother Song is familiar with the geography of Luzon, so I just want the colleagues of the Geography Division to assist in drawing a simple map of Luzon......" Guo Chengjian raised his voice slightly, but attracted the attention of those in the middle.

"Someone familiar with geography has already been found?" One of them, who looked to be in a higher position, turned his head and said excitedly: "Great, those maps were too rough before, how can they use these things to guide the way, if they let the army land with this kind of thing, it is simply a crime!" ”

"But isn't it, just mark a few mountains, a few rivers, there is no distance, and the road conditions in the middle are not marked, just like a child's graffiti, but the nautical chart is better, so it can be used as a reference."

"This begins, right? The army is about to start landing tomorrow, and it will come out in a hurry today, so there is a simple map to deal with first, and the detailed map will not be able to be made for a while. ”

The previous person was still a anxious surname, and while talking to himself, he made a decision, and beckoned: "Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, you two come to draw...... Brother Wu, you will calculate...... I'm going to make the sand table...... Quick, everybody get moving. ”

The workshop seemed to be cramped and messy, but in fact it was very orderly, and with the shouting of the person in charge, the staff quickly divided into several people, holding tools, paper and pens, and gathered in the center of the workshop. Others, although not named by name, consciously emptied the contents of the long table, and the drawings were collected in different categories and replaced by a sand table.

Song Yinzhi didn't know what a sand table was, but when he heard the name and saw the real thing, it was easy to understand. There were several similar things on the long table, which he hadn't noticed before, but when he had a little understanding and looked at it again, he made a new discovery.

These things, called sand tables, seem to simulate the geographical environment in a concrete and microscopic way. The solidified sand represents the continent and the islands, and the unknown blue liquid is the ocean, which seems to be glowing under the reflection of the bright sun, and at this moment, Song Yinzhi seems to feel that he is flying in the clouds, looking down from the nine heavens, and taking in the entire South China Sea.

"Uncle Yang has such a gentle surname, why did he give birth to Brother Yang, you are such a thunderbolt?" Seeing his friend's anxious roar, Guo Chengjian quipped: "Don't be in such a hurry, after the army lands, it is not immediately to enter the army, and you have to repair and expand the port, there is still plenty of time, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, don't make a mistake because you are in a hurry." ”

"After entering the port, you have to investigate the hydrology near the port, and the people of your craftsman department have always moved quickly, so you can't be robbed of the head this time...... Hey, I don't have time to tell you this, people bring it, it's none of your business, get out of the way, get out of the way, don't you see I'm busy here? ”

It sounds like the friendship between Guo and Yang is really good, it should be the kind of friendship between the two ancestors, but that Yang is not very good-tempered, and listening to his words, it seems that there is still a sense of competition.

“…… This brother is very simple, you just need to answer Brother Wu's question. While thinking about it, Song Yinzhi only felt that his cuffs were tight, but he was pulled by Yang Zhizhi, and this person did not greet him by name, so he directly ordered it.

"As far as I know, in the north of Luzon, after the archipelago, there is a relatively large port, where the water is deep? How many reefs are there outside the harbor? Is the port open by land? "It's the most meticulous work, but there are a lot of urgent surnames in the Geography Department, and Brother Wu asked a series of questions at the moment.

"That's the port of Apari...... Outside the port, there are mostly mountains, but the Cagayan River flows into the sea from here, so the transportation is very convenient, and the port has been controlled by Liu Laoxiang and the Binabe, the largest tribe in the north...... "Song Yinzhi's understanding of the geographical environment is not boasting, but there are indeed two brushes, and the response is like a stream at the moment."

"How high is the mountain? This ......" However, as the other party's questions became more and more detailed, he also began to lag.

"Where does the Cagayan River diverge? How far is the waterway? What are the road conditions around Renyain? "The questions are more difficult to answer one by one, if it weren't for the fact that Wu Zhi did have two brushes and could deduce the approximate distance and height from Song Yinzhi's more vague words, then even if Song Yinzhi broke his brain, it would be useless.

It is precisely because of this that when he saw that just through his own dictation, a relatively accurate map of the map was quickly formed, and his admiration in his heart was really incomprehensible.

The pirates have been entrenched in Luzon for many years, and the map is naturally done, Liu Laoxiang is very precious to the map, and he has always wrapped it in several layers of oilcloth and carried it close to him. However, no matter how secret it is, it will be used after all, so Song Yinzhi has also glanced at it a few times.

The map is the children's graffiti that Yang engaged in these people, and it is roughly marked with some geographical features, neither paying attention to proportions nor numbers, and is not a person with an excellent sense of direction and space.

And the map in front of me, even the bends and tributaries are clearly marked, and the estimated distance is written on it, and at the same time, the sand table is also taking shape. That Yang was hot-tempered, but his hands were very skillful, he glanced at the map, fiddled on the sand table, and in a blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers were already lifelike.

Looking at the hands as light as butterflies, Song Yinzhi suddenly had a somewhat ridiculous thought, this Yang Zhizhi, couldn't he be a dough kneader in the past? Otherwise, how could there be such a craft?

(To be continued)