The morning sun is shining.

I don't know when I am sleeping, whether it is the clansmen in the village, or the tired and sleepy visitors yesterday, they all seem to be still sleeping soundly, and there is no movement.

Grandma Wen, who got up early to patrol the village, raised her eyes to see that her granddaughter Ah Kun was climbing the mountain with Zheng Haizhu.

Grandma Wen then took two guards and went there.

When I met them on the mountainside, I saw Zheng Haizhu bending his waist, burrowing in the green bushes.

"Mrs. Zheng, how do you come to see these wild teas?"

Grandma Wen asked kindly and curiously, still using the Song Dynasty's habit of salutation.

Zheng Haizhu hurriedly came over to salute and asked respectfully: "Grandma, are there many tea trees like this nearby?" ”

Grandma Wen picked a few green and tender leaves, put them under her nose and smelled them, Shi Shiran said, "Go to the top of the mountain, there are quite a few." In these days, new leaves should be plucked. The food I served you yesterday was still the tea of the last year, so I was sluggish. ”

Zheng Haizhu said seriously: "Grandma, yesterday's tea, but it was steamed with fire and then roasted?" ”

"Hmm, the lady is right, this is the method passed down by our Wen ancestor, but what's wrong?"

Zheng Haizhu looked at the old lady's sincere eyes, and said with a smile: "Grandma, don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong, this is the ancient method of the Tang and Song dynasties." Nowadays on land, the Ming people mostly use the frying method. ”

Grandma Wen raised her eyebrows slightly: "Can the lady tell the old body more detailed?" ”

Zheng Haizhu observed the gestures of the female chief when she drank tea yesterday, and from the slight frown when she sipped the soup, she guessed that she was actually particular about tea.

At this moment, seeing that she was really very interested in new knowledge, she made a gesture and said eloquently: "Grandma, now the iron wok and charcoal fire are much cheaper and more sophisticated than the previous dynasty, we put the new leaves in the iron wok, light the fire, and stir-fry directly with the palm of our hands." ”

"Won't it hurt your hand?"

"Not really. The iron wok is as big as a bamboo plaque, the heat is evenly opened, the palm of the hand touches the tea first, and then the tea is raised, the tea does not fall, and the leaf is quickly gone, it is more fragrant than the steamed leaves, and the soup color is clearer and more beautiful. ”

"Oh, so."

Grandma Wen couldn't help but show a look of fascination, and then that bright color went down again.

"Mrs. Zheng, Daming is rich, presumably such an iron wok, ordinary people can afford it. We are on a small island, iron tools are very rare, and clay pots are used for cooking, where can there be any big iron wok to fry tea. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu raised his eyes and caught the old man's complicated gaze.

But she did not respond with a sad look of sympathy, melancholy, apology, etc., but said with encouragement and boldness: "Grandma, don't be arrogant, your big island, although it is lonely overseas, but it is obviously a place where the pot god rolls up, the mountains and forests are fertile and beautiful, fishing, hunting and farming, even if it is wild tea, it is also fragrant, indicating that the land climate is suitable for the growth of tea trees." In this case, when I go back and scrape together some capital, I will bring the tea seeds, the iron wok, and the craftsmen who know how to fry tea to the island, okay? ”

"Huh? ……”

Although Grandma Wen heard every word of this woman from her homeland clearly, she didn't know how to respond for a while.

The female chief, who has been tempered by the years, has such an old and spicy eyesight that yesterday she could see that this young woman can be regarded as a talker in a group.

I didn't expect her to take the initiative to say such thoughts so quickly.

Zheng Haizhu did not interrupt her train of thought because of Grandma Wen's stagnation.

"Grandma, sail from Mindi Harbor to you for a day and a night at most. The sea ship is supposed to be ballast with heavy objects, and there is a kind of ore in Fujian, which is just ballast. That mine is what Ah Peng also dug and fought in Manraka, and we Ming people call it tin, also called Yan. Tin cans can preserve tea leaves and transport them far away to sell. Therefore, Grandma's island can grow tea, make tea, and make tin cans, in exchange for porcelain bottles, ploughing cattle, silk cloth, iron tools, as well as those books, inkstones, and all kinds of good things in Ah Kun's room. Well, in fact, there are many things that can be bought and sold on the island, deer skins, antlers, beans, fruits...... Your land is so vast that you can dig canals, grow the rice we eat, and transport it back to Fujian to sell. ”

The elderly chiefess listened quietly.

When she was a child, her mother told her about the land on the other side of the ocean.

When she became a young girl and enthusiastically threw herself into the arms of the foreign man, he also described for her the world of the beauty of the house and the novelty of the characters.

When her husband got rid of the plague, she changed her husband's two shirts into skirts and wore them for herself and her daughter Kun. It was the only two clothes in the tribe that were not made of kudzu animal skins, which was a nostalgia for relatives and a symbol of authority.

Unexpectedly, in the twilight of her life, this woman from her homeland who suddenly broke in and wore a softer cloth shirt once again opened the door to her imagination in simple and straightforward language.

But soon, the old chiefess seemed to suddenly realize something, and her face became solemn.

"Mrs. Zheng, you just said that today's big ship, from the homeland to our island, only takes one day and one night. When Peng fled, he said he had seen the sunrise eight times on the boat. So, the heavens, the earth and the sea are actually no longer what they were when I was my ancestor? ”

Zheng Haizhu sighed, looked for a branch, and simply drew the Ming Dynasty, Taiwan, Manchuria, European countries, and the American continent on the ground.

"Yes, Grandma," Zheng Haizhu pointed to the ground, "Since Bengang in the north has recently been moored by big ships to get water, I'm afraid that the entire big island will soon have all kinds of Franky people breaking in." ”

The sheikh and her daughter, Kun, who was about to inherit the mantle, stared in amazement at the deer-spotted figure on the ground.

"Catch, catch." Kun raised his head and said to Zheng Haizhu.

Grandma Wen fell silent.

……

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, and the evening breeze in the South China Sea, even in early spring, was still as warm as a mother's hands.

Although most of the members of this Siraya tribe with the blood of the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty could not speak Chinese, they generously offered the most simple celebration to comfort the mainlanders who met in Pingshui.

Zheng Haizhu stood in the corner of the training ground, watching the compatriots and men who had survived the catastrophe, who had been filled with the local wine brewed by wild millet seeds, and jumped into the stadium one after another, joining the local strong men and girls dancing around the bonfire.

Yan Siqi was also among them.

Zheng Haizhu knows how much he drinks, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no bottom.

But at this moment, he seems to be completely drunk, and the old Cheng Zheng on weekdays is gone.

Laughing and jumping at the same time, like a hard-working servant, and like a funny bear.

The more Zheng Haizhu looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and her brows involuntarily wrung together.

"Azhu, if you're worried about your fellow countryman, I'll drag him out and send him to rest, how about it?"

Ma Xianglin stepped on the shadow of the banana tree, walked over and asked softly.

Zheng Haizhu waved his hand: "It's good that he's happy, he's tired from repairing the ship these days, let him loosen up." ”

Then he asked, "Why don't you go to the hustle and bustle?" ”

Ma Xianglin said: "I just sprinkled wine on the shore for the three brothers, and I paid tribute for a while, but I was really not in the mood. ”

As soon as the words came out, Ma Xianglin felt that he seemed to be satirizing Yan Siqi, who also had subordinates who died in naval battles.

Hurriedly changed his tone and said: "Besides, I'm okay with guns and sticks, but I really don't see it when I jump this." My mother laughed at me, no matter whether they were men or women, all of them could sing and dance, but when I heard the sound of blowing, blowing, and beating, people would stiffen. ”

Zheng Haizhu pursed her lips: "Oh, by the way, General Ma ......"

"I said, just call me Xianglin."

"Xianglin, I'll tell you the truth, when I first learned your identity in the bandit village, I really wanted to meet General Qin."

Ma Xianglin did not hide his pride, and said generously: "I often hear people say this sentence. My mother is indeed powerful, and her reputation is not blown out by any protégé and old official, but by fighting one battle at a time. Unfortunately, my marksmanship is still inferior to hers, she has been in a hundred battles, and has never been injured, and the first time I got on my horse and killed the enemy, I asked the enemy to earn a piece of meat. ”

When the young Xiao General said this, he touched the scar on his face and looked up at Zhongtian Mingyue.

Zheng Haizhu knew that his heart was burning with his relatives, and waited for him to look at the moon to express his feelings, and after a while, he spoke again: "Seeing Grandma Wen today, I can't help but think, their Siraya people have been rooted on the island for generations, and there are Han people with blood blending, in fact, the imperial court can be like you stone toast, knighted, rewarded, appeased as a state and a government of the Ming Dynasty, and then migrated from Fujian to teach the matter of crops, train standing soldiers, and resist the enemies who come to invade the sea frontier, in the imperial court, in the local people, isn't it all a good thing?" ”

Ma Xianglin's gaze withdrew from the dark blue sky and fell on the woman's shining eyes.

"Ah Zhu, you are thinking so much, in fact, you are also planning a way out for a person, right?"

Zheng Haizhu lowered his eyes: "How fortunate I am to meet all smart people." ”

Ma Xianglin sighed lightly and said, "I'll take you to see your father-in-law, he has something to say to you." ”

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