"Xu San, where is our ship?"

Leaving Cheng Jiang's general duty room, Zheng Haizhu sat on the horse and asked Xu San, who was holding the reins.

Xu San pointed to a row of lucky boats in the harbor in the east in the distance: "It's the one there, Miss Zheng will be able to see it clearly tomorrow, it's only seven or eight zhang long, not big, but our family uses it, and the goods are enough to load." A ship boss and three sailors have all been patrolling the sea lane, running smuggled goods on the Dengliao sea road, and the last time was also his family luck."

Zheng Haizhu pondered: "Today, I will put out the spectrum of the nepotism of the Lu Domain, and save two hundred taels, which is enough to buy half a lucky boat. If we do it a few more times, we still have to have our own boat."

Xu San said, "Having your own boat, of course, is more reassuring. The ship we hired, although it was a friendship with Mao Garrison, but the hearts of the people were separated from the belly, who knew that they had been looking at our good things for many years, and one day suddenly had a bad idea, looking for pirates to kill people and steal goods."

Zheng Haizhu was pleased: "You kid would think so, that's right. It is indispensable to defend against others."

Xu San scratched his head and said, "But our own ship can't get in."

Zheng Haizhu looked at him: "So, I want to contact that Cheng Xin. Don't look at him in the right position, most of the wars are pustules, but the brain of doing business is not stupid. Ask him to go to the old man of the patrol to pull the strings, and ask the land to the south, if they have any familiar merchants, if not, let's pounce on it and help the patrol to carry the goods for resale. The sea route is so big, just collecting protection money is a fart, and Yu Shi will come a few more times, won't he stop cooking? Not to mention that as soon as the gods above fought, they became cannon fodder, their lives were gone, and what flags were sold. What is left to children and grandchildren must be an inheritance."

Xu San listened and should bear it.

In his opinion, Miss Cheng has several faces.

Although every face is not fierce, some are straightforward, some are smooth, some are enthusiastic, some are cold, some are hard, and some are rubbing and rubbing others.

Like today, in the end, he still gave Cheng a total of 100 taels, which Zheng Haizhu told Xu San in advance. Like paying taxes at the canal banknote, Miss Zheng refuses to teach people to pinch soft persimmons, but she will not rely on the backstage to break the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Xu San felt that it was enough to learn this face by himself.

People like Cheng Xin, everywhere, in Miss Zheng's words, if you point to him to release water, if you can't plug the benefits, you have to find a good reason for him to explain to his superiors, and you have to make his superiors feel that he has not offended anyone, but also more or less got money.

It's not difficult for him to do it, and it's always smoother to go back and deal with him at home. After all, he has a biao embroidered on his chest, and he is also in charge of private ports.

Xu San's trip, following Miss Zheng, experienced that it was more interesting than following Mao Wenlong to ambush ***. Hangzhou's Mao Chengbei, like his father Mao Wenlong, is not mean to the people below, while Miss Zheng is not only not mean, but also teaches some doorways like an old cat with a kitten.

Xu San gradually gathered his strength and worked hard for the "Haoming Trading Company".

He was seriously pondering how to make friends with that handsome Cheng Zongpan again after coming back from Liaodong in the spring of Ming Chun, when Miss Zheng's voice came from his head again: "You rest on the side of the road, and I will run to the beach to see those boats."

Without waiting for Xu San to answer, Zheng Haizhu took back the reins from his hand, clamped the horse's belly, and galloped to the sea.

……

Since bidding farewell to Yan Siqi in Taiwan, Zheng Haizhu has not seen a commercial seaport and all kinds of lucky ships and bird boats for more than half a year, and his heart is very itchy.

In this era, no matter how prosperous the market life is, then there are exquisite utensils, and then there are interesting literature and art, in her eyes, it always belongs to the ancient agricultural civilization.

Of course, she also loves farming civilization, and understands that many of the simple and simple concepts in her blood are thanks to the diligent and solid farming ancestors.

But what really makes her feel connected to the modern world and the loneliness of her otherworldly visitor is the integration of people into the ocean.

The scene in front of him has the typical color of using power for personal gain in the turbid rule of the late Ming Dynasty. However, the other side of it is indeed the vitality of black market maritime trade.

Tomorrow, the Dengzhou porter hired by Xu San will finish loading, and the ship will have to sail out of the port, and the time is very limited.

The closer to the harbor, the stronger the fishy smell of the sea breeze became, and Zheng Haizhu also saw in front of the countless dilapidated shacks on both sides of the horse, where people were cleaning up their catches or mending their fishing nets.

Seeing that the wharf where the fortune boats were concentrated was a hundred steps away, under the cliff in front of him, there was a sudden sound of "Peng, Peng" firing firearms.

Zheng Haizhu's crotch is a red Ruyi, which has always been the mount of Fan Bin, the head of the Zhu Yi faction, not the war horses of the Ming Dynasty who have been on the battlefield. In addition to the sound of firecrackers from afar during the Chinese New Year, what Chi Ruyi is most accustomed to when he becomes an adult is the sound of the bowstrings of the hunters in the mountains and forests outside Yanzhou City.

At this moment, the sudden loud sound of fire, which for a moment made the horse's overly sensitive hearing, conveyed a catastrophic fear to the nerves.

Chi Ruyi neighed, his back shook, and then shook violently from the horse's head to the horse's neck.

Zheng Haizhu instinctively lowered her upper body, grabbed the reins of the horse tightly with both hands, and pressed the stirrups on the soles of her feet, so as not to let herself, an unseasoned rider, be thrown off the ground by the startled horse.

She just felt Chi Ruyi shake her neck a little less, and the sound of fire rang out from behind the cliff.

This time, it seems that several dense bursts, sound after sound, are better than thunder and fire.

Chi Ruyi went crazy again, shaking his neck while rushing to the left path.

Zheng Haizhu had never experienced such a horse speed, his mind was blank for a moment, and the exclamations that came out of his mouth seemed to reach his ears from a long distance.

In the grass in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared, quickly meeting the galloping horse.

Before Zheng Haizhu could react, the man had already jumped on the horse's back, reached out from behind her, grabbed part of the reins from both sides, stretched his arms, and kept shouting.

Zheng Haizhu was pressed by the other party on the horse's neck, and after a few breaths, her consciousness finally recovered, and she heard clearly that it was a woman who controlled the horse.

Chi Ruyi was still in a state of madness, but she was reined in by the woman's struggle, and seemed to change the direction of running.

The corner of Zheng Haizhu's eyes swept to the right, and he suddenly felt a chill rushing to the Tianling Gai, and at the same time, his heartbeat seemed to miss a few beats.

Cliff, a cliff!

Although you can see the acres and shacks at a glance, the drop is not as big as the stone cliff near Penglai Pavilion, but if the horses running at high speed fall from a height of two or three zhang, people and horses will be more and less lucky.

The movements of the woman behind her were very skillful, and Zheng Haizhu shrunk down on the horse's neck, and she could also sense that she was moving and pulling the reins at different moments, and her gestures were complex and flexible.

Finally, Chi Ruyi was guided to run to a field of winter idleness.

The fire bolt rang out a few more times, but it was far away, and its power had been greatly reduced.

Chi Ruyi's ears turned rapidly, as if people would blink their eyes incessantly after a panic.

But it has slowed down noticeably and is starting to snap its nose.

The woman behind her, pulling the reins little by little, finally made a few "hoo, hoo" a few times, causing Chi Ruyi to stop in front of the ridge.

As soon as the horse stood firm, the woman jumped down, walked to the horse's head, and raised her body towards Zheng Haizhu, facing the mud.

Zheng Haizhu was condescending, only seeing a head with a withered yellow bun, and a dirty and coarse linen jacket and pants that could not be seen in their original color.

She quickly rolled over and dismounted.

"Thank you fellow for saving your life, fellow is from this Golden Daotun, right?"

The woman wrung her cracked hands, still looking at the ground, and let out a low "um".

The cowardly man in front of him and the brave and dashing female knight who rode the startled horse a moment ago were like two people.

Zheng Haizhu was a little puzzled.

Look at this woman, who is about the same age as herself, and has combed the hair of a married woman like herself, but her clothes are ragged, and she should be the daughter-in-law of a poor military family in Tunli.

Even if a woman from a well-off family in Dengzhou City can't get in touch with a horse that only a rich gentry can afford on weekdays, how can this woman be so good at riding?

Zheng Haizhu saw that her clothes and pants were thin, thinking that she was sweating when she was riding a horse, and now that the northwest wind is blowing, it will definitely make it worse, so she took off the mink fur rewarded by King Lu's mansion and stepped forward to put it on her.

The woman was so frightened that she waved her hand again and again,

Only then did he raise his head and said, "Leather goods, old and expensive, don't wear them, don't wear them."

It's not Dengzhou dialect, to be exact, the stiff grammar and weird tone are not like the Han people.

Zheng Haizhu became more and more surprised, and saw her face clearly, with a wide face and slender eyes, and said in her heart, Dengzhou is very close to North Korea, isn't it an immigrant from North Korea?

The woman refused to wear a mink fur, Zheng Haizhu had to take off her Songjiang cloth cotton jacket again, and after putting it back on the mink fur, she wrapped the cotton jacket around the woman, and said, "I have a cold in recent winter, I am infected with typhoid fever, and I will die."

The woman didn't struggle this time, after Ren Zheng Haizhu helped her tie her belt, she raised her eyes to look at Zheng Haizhu, and turned around and stroked Chi Ruyi's neck again.

"Good horse, good horse."

Her eyes seemed to light up all at once.