Repeatedly checking the Daming treasure banknote in his hand against the sun, the watermarks of the four beautiful men on it are clearly visible.

The pot-bellied steward smiled with satisfaction.

This 100 yuan Daming treasure note can be exchanged for 25 pounds, which is equivalent to half a year's salary.

What bullshit port management regulations, immediately thrown into the trash by the management officer.

Anyway, what does it matter if these Asians don't get off the boat and let their families dock and enjoy the beauty of Rome?

Then again, these Chinese businessmen are really rich, if ......

Glancing at the shadowy sailors and the snake-bellied barbed wire fences installed on the ship's side, he gave up his plan to gather a group of thugs from Rome to make a fortune at night.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom.

The silence of the water monkey was a big blow to Xiao Liang, so this time, the Tibetan Fox was completely refitted.

Unless it is a regular navy, it is impossible for ordinary rogue pirates to pose a threat to the Tibetan Fox.

And to ask the Italian Navy to rob together, it is clear that the cost outweighs the benefit.

Zhang Chenliang did not know Latin, but it happened that the old man of the administrator happened to be a northern Italian, born in the Trentino Alto Adige region.

When he was a child, it belonged to Austria.

So the old man would speak fluent German with an Austrian accent.

And Zhang Chenliang happens to speak a little German.

Discovering that this Oriental man could actually speak German, the old man talked about the Franco-Prussian War that had just ended.

"Do you know, Oriental, when His Majesty Wilhelm was crowned Emperor of Germany at the Palace of Mirrors, I drank a full 20 glasses of barley wine!"

"We've beaten those French guys to the ground, and our Germanic chariots have crushed all those sissy barbed wire!"

“……”

Listening to the old man's chatter and boasting, Zhang Chenliang wanted to shut him up with nunchucks.

I really don't know what kind of cheer he had for the German Emperor as a guy who was born in Austria, joined the Kingdom of Sardinia halfway, and now became an Italian, eating and waiting to die in Rome.

Not to mention, the so-called Germanic chariot is nothing more than a knock-off product imitated from the Daming tractor, right?

William is said to have rushed to Versailles on a tractor.

Halfway through, the tractor engine poured soot and almost choked him to death.

The great German emperor almost died before he ascended the throne, which can be regarded as a lot of disasters.

But the old man's excitement was also justified.

Taking advantage of the Franco-Prussian War, the French transferred troops from various overseas locations, and the Kingdom of Italy conquered Rome under French protection in one fell swoop.

The last capital of the Papal States fell, the Pope hid in the cathedral to recite the Scriptures, and never took another step, and Italy was finally united.

By this point, the Kingdom of Sardinia, or the Kingdom of Italy, which had recently changed its name, had conquered 99.99% of the territory of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies and the Papal States.

This marked the complete conquest of the semi-Latin, semi-Germanic culture of northern Italy, pure Latin south-central Italy.

Although the Kingdom of Sardinia itself relied on France, now that the French have broken their wings, Italy has long since begun to take pride in its meagre Germanic blood.

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The old man Abba Abba talked for a long time, and saw that this Chinese who did not enter the oil and salt would indeed not find a copper coin again, so he had to leave in a huff.

"Damn the Chinese guys, they're as stingy as Grande!"

The old man cursed, as if he had completely forgotten that the berthing fees charged before had exceeded those of ordinary European merchant ships by several times.

Zhang Chenliang shook his head, it seems that Long Live Lord is right.

This group of Germanic barbarians really did not accept the king, and did not know what it meant to be respectful and orderly.

Although the literary works of the Ming Dynasty have begun to become popular in some European circles, relying on words is still too slow and too slow.

Football, Movies......

Only by relying on these stronger sensory stimuli can the cultural invasion of these Europeans be carried out more quickly.

Of course, these alone are not enough, a strong and wealthy, martial arts and virtuous Ming is fundamental.

The two complement each other, and the glory of the Ming Dynasty can spread to every corner of the world.

As a protégé of the Son of Heaven, an ordinary citizen of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Chenliang raised his telescope and paintbrush and began to record the Roman port.

In this era, for many countries, the sense of secrecy is not so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

This is especially true in a country like Italy that "loves life".

Zhang Chenliang carried a stool, set up a drawing board and surveying tools, and drew drawings while measuring, and the ships of the Italian Navy were moored not far away, and no one cared about them at all.

At most, there were passers-by, showing disdain.

Do Asians understand art too?

Can Tibetan foxes also draw?

Mu Fox and crown!

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Taking advantage of the time when the sailors anchored, Zhang Chenliang quickly completed a simple survey of the Roman port.

He sandwiched the drawings in his "Notes on Sea Mistakes" and prepared to hand them over to the relevant departments after returning to China.

With the exception of a few warships that seemed to be quite powerful, the entire Roman harbor felt very decadent.

This may have something to do with the war that had just taken place between the Kingdom of Italy and the Papal States, but it seems that there was more than that.

Just looking at it from a distance, Zhang Chenliang felt an indescribable sense of ruin rushing to his face.

Rome, an ancient city that shines as much as Chang'an in the east and west of the world, now seems to be somewhat declining.

However, there is one thing to say, he is used to seeing the high-rise buildings in Fengdu, and then overlooking the small and simple Roman city from afar, Zhang Chenliang really had the idea of wanting to go sightseeing.

It's primitive, but it's also beautiful.

However, such thoughts vanished with a gust of wind mixed with the smell of mules and horses.

At this time, because they were not allowed to disembark, the crew took out poker mahjong and prepared to bet two on the plywood.

The long voyage was very torturous, and the pleasure and gambling of the ocean-going sailors were almost unavoidable, and even if Zhang Chenliang was a good law-abiding citizen, he would not go out of the high seas to restrain these young men who had nowhere to vent their energy in vain.

But today was different, he kicked the old guys in the ass and called them up one by one to clean up.

"Brother Liang, didn't you just wipe the deck yesterday? Why do you have to rub it? Won't the deck be clean when it rains? One sailor couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Chenliang didn't explain, and silently took out nunchucks.

And so a vigorous cleaning began.

When Julie and her best friend boarded the Tibetan Fox, they saw such a scene of labor in full swing.

"Oh my God, Julie, these Orientals are so hardworking!"

A twenty-eight or nine-year-old young woman, dressed in unusually luxurious clothes, covered her mouth and her eyes widened.