Zheng Haizhu said: "This is black tea, Xianglin knows, after my fellow countryman Yan Siqi helped the imperial court drive out the Dutch from Taiwan, the imperial court intended to make him a Taiwanese toast, so he made up his mind to marry the female chief of Tainan, and made the local wild tea into a fresh product." ”

Entering the city this evening, Zheng Haizhu had already greeted Ma Xianglin and asked him to praise his black tea products.

At this time, Ma Xianglin took out a few pinches of dried tea leaves, and said unhurriedly: "Yes, this tea is somewhat similar to our black tea in Shudi." It is more difficult to make than simply fried and roasted green tea, and what is rolled and fermented is a new word taught by Miss Zheng, after all, it is a unique job made by her and her fellow countrymen. ”

Qinghe General Zou Chuxian said: "Good green tea, why do you want to make it like this?" ”

Zheng Haizhu knew that the generals in Beisai could not eat fresh vegetables during the war and march, so like the sailors, they would bring green tea to chew, which was better than supplementing vitamins without a place.

She then asked her husband for hot water to drink a clay bowl and brew black tea.

A mellow aroma immediately rises and spreads.

Everyone here was a little surprised, few tea aromas can overwhelm the strong aroma of chicken stewed mushrooms.

Zheng Haizhu took a sip first. There is no problem, Yan Siqi's brother-in-law Wen Apeng, who was once taken as a slave by the Francis, did learn the ability to make pewter while suffering at the same time. Taiwanese black tea packaged in tin cans does not taste bad at all.

Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "Seniors, because of the different preparation methods, black tea not only has a strong aroma, but also a heavy taste. Green tea is clear and fragrant, and black tea is warm. After eating mutton and chicken with a lot of oil, a cup of black tea is the most helpful to restrain the fat. ”

Zou Chuxian beat Gurtai again, and drove more than ten miles before he was extremely hungry, eating the most fat chicken, and drinking a few spoonfuls of spicy chicken fat.

At this moment, I poured a few sips of black tea, only felt that the taste of bitterness first and then sweetness, and actually explained a lot of the greasy blockage that was almost up to the throat, and couldn't help smacking my lips, reaching out and touching the unkempt beard stained with chicken fat, and praised: "The old man still knows for the first time that tea can brew this taste, like wine, and eat it with meat, which is very good." ”

Zhang Quan, who was opposite him, was a civil official at the bottom, and he was much more delicate in the way of sipping, and after tasting it slowly, he commented with Sun Yuanhua, who was also a literati: "At the beginning of the mouth, it was a little astringent, and there was no feeling of tea juice. ”

When Sun Yuanhua studied Western studies under Xu Guangqi, he naturally had a close relationship with the Italian missionary Matteo Ricci, so he said respectfully: "Shilang, the monk Taixi gave us a kind of soup called coffee in his hometown, which is more fragrant than this black tea, but when we drink it to the last drop, it is still bitter, not like our tea, and has a sweet aftertaste." ”

Zheng Haizhu hurriedly picked up Sun Yuanhua's stubble: "What Master Sun said is very true. When Xianglin and I were in Taiwan, we met the Hongyi people of the Dutch East India Company, and they also mentioned coffee, they were used to the bitterness of coffee, and at first they drank our fermented tea, and they liked it quite much, after all, our tea has a little more sweetness, and the tea soup is red and bright, and it warms the stomach when you look at it. In addition, the Hongyi people also like to add milk to it, just like the milk tea of the Mongolians. ”

She threw out this feather, Mao Wenlong, who has shares in Haoming Trading Company and his son is still the shopkeeper, how could she not know how to take it.

Mao Wenlong's military exploits are obvious to all, and the two general soldiers of Liaodong are becoming more and more invisible.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Po, Zheng Yatou said, we can also sell black tea to the Mongolians, their stomachs are full of mutton fat, and they really have to rely on black tea to melt."

Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, thought about it for a while, and wanted to take this opportunity to cry to Zhang Quan for a while, lamenting that the imperial court had been in arrears for too long, forcing the Liaodong soldiers to be like camels, carrying goods to the border tea and horse market to exchange goods.

Just as he was about to speak, a few merchants were brought in by his own soldiers.

The merchants' faces were covered in blood, but their hands and feet were not hurt.

They trembled and took out the paper roll, and reported sadly: "Shangguan, the little ones came to the horse market from Shanxi to do business, and today they ran into the rout of the Jurchen Tartars, and the leader of the Tartars robbed us of our goods, but he spared his life, and asked us to send this paper roll to the generals in Fushun." ”

Zhang Quan, Zhang Chengyin and a few other literate people took it and took a look, and the paper was written in Chinese characters "Sue the Seven Hatreds of Heaven and Ming".

Zhang Quan raised his head and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Sure enough, it is the seven hatreds you explored before, this time it is all over, you come and take a look." ”

Zheng Haizhu took a look at the seven reasons for the invasion that had been handed down from historical materials and found by Nurhachi, except for the first one accusing the Ming court of killing his grandfather and father (it was really manslaughter), what mistreatment of envoys, influencing crops, and Mongolia's jealousy for Yehe's old daughter were extremely far-fetched.

The illiterate Zou Chuxian and others listened to Mr. Zhang's reading, and scolded "fart, Tartar nonsense" while listening.

Zheng Haizhu twisted his eyebrows and said to Zhang Quan: "Squire, when the Tartars are defeated, they have to throw the war book over, which shows that the old chief of Nurhachi, the heart of the Ming Dynasty has become an iron will." Even if they are beaten up this time, with the crazy momentum of Jianzhou Nuzhen, they will definitely make a comeback. ”

Zou Chuxian snorted: "Then Lao Tzu will continue to block them and fight." Miss Zheng, are your eagle and bird cannons expensive? Lao Tzu smashed the pot and sold iron, and also asked you to buy a few doors and put them in Qinghe Fort. ”

Zheng Haizhu's face became more and more solemn: "Of course firearms are good things. But ladies and gentlemen, please think about it, when the Frankies beat us at the mouth of the Pearl River with firearms, it didn't take long for the French style of the son and mother to be learned by my generals in Guangdong. Back to Shuo 500 years ago, the Great Song Dynasty made a divine arm crossbow, which was gradually imitated by the Jin people and the Xia people. Fighting a war is not a conspiracy, everyone is doing it openly, and there are some housekeeping skills on the other side, if you fight a few more times, you will see clearly, no matter whether you are cold or hot, you will always be learned by the enemy in the end. The establishment of the state must be fought and prevented, but it must also try to lead this disaster to other places, and even, like the control of water, according to the situation. ”

Zhang Quan rubbed the scroll full of "Seven Hatreds" and asked, "How to take advantage of the situation." ”

Zheng Haizhu then reported to Hetuara and Nurhachi about the Russians sending Cossacks to the east.

At the end, he said conclusively: "To deal with the border trouble of Jianzhou, well, there are also Mongolian departments, and several strategies should be taken at the same time, the border soldiers should naturally be strong, the armament should naturally be sufficient, and the military intelligence collection should naturally not be abolished, but at the same time, force them to turn around and go further to the east, and use their brute strength to fight the Cossacks and the Rakshasas." Let them hold the territory of their tribes, win a few battles, and teach the Rakshasas a lesson, and we can let the Mongols and Jianzhou Jurchens be second-class dealers and sell our goods to the Rakshasas. For example, this black tea, which warms the stomach with oil, makes no sense that the Francians and Hongyi people like it, and the Rakshasa people don't like it. ”

When she said this, she paused for a moment, sighed, and then said: "Nurhachi can be punished for committing a clear heart, but last year, I visited Hetuala, and I did see with myself that many places in Jianzhou have potholes and difficulties in reclamation, and as their number of people increases, if they don't solve the problem of eating, they will keep coming to rob us even if they know that moths are fighting fires." ”

Zheng Haizhu said it spitting, but everyone at the banquet didn't get bored when they heard it, let alone feel immature and ridiculous.

I only heard Qi Jin take a sip of tea, and said, "Zheng Yatou said it well. Back then, Qi Shaobao took us to fight the Japanese or the Mongols, and in some battle formations where it was impossible to completely annihilate the enemy soldiers, when the fight was almost complete and the other party knew that he hated it, Qi Shaobao would leave a crack and let the remnants of the soldiers get out of that crack, so as not to trap the beasts and fight viciously, and then damage our troops. ”

Zhang Quan stared thoughtfully at the boiling pot of the rolling red waves, and only then did he speak: "The border troubles of which dynasty and generation are not solved by one method. But this time, all of you are working together, and the military exploits made by real swords, guns, and cannons, the old man will definitely report to the saint and the elder of the pavilion in detail when he returns to Beijing. Come, eat vegetables, drink tea. ”

When Zheng Haizhu heard this, he understood that his suggestions and suggestions should be made in moderation, and he did not need to go into detail at the dinner table about selling black tea to the Mongols and Jurchens through the general army in Liaodong, about encouraging Mao Wenlong to go to Phi Dao to develop a base for border trade between Korea and Japan, and about asking Zhang Quan to go to the court to promise to pay the Songjiang Artillery Factory.

Everyone ate for a while, and Zhang Chengyin suddenly asked Qi Jin: "Chief Qi Bing, where is your godson?" He accompanied Miss Zheng to fight the water in Magen, which was also a great achievement, why didn't he call him to eat meat? ”

Qi Jin's mouth crossed a trace of imperceptible strangeness, and immediately, he said helplessly: "Wu Weizhong, the only seedling, has a cold temperament, and is afraid of entertainment, so let him go." ”

……

Kong Youde took Wu Bangde through the darkness and came to the cell.

Mao Wenlong's family opened the cell door, and Li Yongfang, a prisoner who had been locked up for three or four days, pounced on him and angrily repeated his questioning in the past few days: "I am a dignified Fushun guerrilla, which Ming army are you?" Why do you want to lock me up? Is there a war out there? What about Lao Tzu's people? What about the seal of the king's life? ”

Kong Youde sneered: "Mr. Wang Qian is now a guerrilla in Fushun, fighting Tartars and protecting Fushun, of course, it depends on a man like Mr. Wang Qian, do you rely on you, a traitor who welcomes the Tartars and lives in the Fushun Confucian Temple?" ”

Li Yongfang was taken aback, but quickly pleaded angrily: "Nonsense! When did I collaborate with the enemy. The Jurchens come to the horse market every year, when did the court blame me? I want to see Mr. Zhang! ”

Kong Youde said "hehe": "We are Zhang Zongbing's people, otherwise, who do you think has such great power to enter Fushun City to unload your military power and pull you from the hot kang here?" ”

Wu Bangde gently pushed Kong Youde away.

He stared at Li Yongfang.

Li Yongfang also looked at the unfamiliar face that appeared in the shadows.

"Who are you?"

Wu Bangde said with a calm face: "You said that you did not collaborate with the enemy, then do you know which border generals in Liaodong are friendly with Nurhachi?" ”

Li Yongfang weighed and asked, "Are you Zhang Zongbing's person?" ”

Wu Bond pouted noncommittally.

Li Yongfang fantasized about biting people to survive, and hurriedly said: "Yes! Li Chengliang's son Li Rubai, his concubine is Nurhachi's niece, and he also returned to Hetuara in Layueli, and he must have consulted with Nurhachi on his behalf. ”

Wu Bangde said: "Li Rubai is in Liaoyang, and his concubine will return to Jianzhou, and he must also go to the south, how do you know in Fushun?" ”

Li Yongfang was stunned for a moment, but soon said: "In the first month, a Jurchen person came to Fushun to sell ginseng, and he talked about it. ”

Wu Bangde took two steps closer to him and shook his head: "Li Yongfang, you are a rat, when you live to the end, the most capable thing is still to frame and frame you." ”

"Huh?" Before Li Yongfang could continue to argue, he was gagged by Kong Youde.

Then, a dull "whine" sound came from the cell, and then gradually fell silent.

The family guarding the cell saw Wu Bangde come out and hide in the dark night, and then looked back at Li Yongfang, who was hanging on the beam of the room and no longer moving, and looked at Kong Youde.

"Stunned," Kong Youde shrugged, "Go to the military office and say that Li Guerrilla has cut himself." ”

……

When Zheng Haizhu walked out of the military office, he almost collided with Mao Wenlong's family who came in a hurry.

A moment later, she heard a report about Li Yongfang's hanging behind her.

She didn't stop and continued to walk towards the city gate to the north.

I don't know if it was the Fushun Qianzong Wang Mingyin Department or the city guard of Mao Wenlong's department, I was a little surprised when I saw Zheng Haizhu's waist card, but I still let her out of the city.

Qi Jin's Zhejiang army and Ma Xianglin's Sichuan army camped next to each other.

The big families and wealthy merchants in the city sent a lot of meat and vegetables and white buns.

Zheng Haizhu stopped under the starry sky, watching the warriors on both sides who were bloodily killing the enemy during the day, surrounding the steaming cauldron, gobbling up.

There was a strong Sichuan-flavored official dialect behind him: "Brother, here you go, this is the local medicine of Yunnan, the best Jinchuang medicine in the Ming Dynasty." ”

Zheng Haizhu turned around and saw that the Zhejiang soldiers from Qi Jin's department were receiving the medicine and expressed his gratitude.

Historically, two years later, the year of Emperor Wanli's death, the Sichuan soldiers and Zhejiang soldiers who aided Liao had a weapon fight in Tongzhou outside Beijing.

Zheng Haizhu didn't think about it, she only knew that tonight, the two friendly armies fighting side by side could sleep well in the tent under Fushun City.

Zheng Haizhu continued to walk forward, and walked to the river beach where Wu Bangde had brought her in the first month.

She found Wu Bangde.

"It's all settled?"

Wu Bangde looked up at her, pointed not far away and said, "It's almost, just wait for the wild dog to come and eat the hearts and livers of Li Yongfang's pro-soldiers who bullied Amei." ”

Zheng Haizhu sat down beside him.

Wu Bangde suddenly laughed and said: "Look at it, the human battle is too fierce, and it scares the wild dogs away." I've been sitting down for half an hour, and not a single wild dog has been seen. ”

Zheng Haizhu said: "Bond, in people's lives, there are indeed no wild dogs. ”

Wu Bangde said to himself: "I have avenged my father-in-law and Amei, I will definitely be able to sleep well tonight." In the days that followed, I would have dreamed of Amei often, smiled at me, and told me that she was doing well in the sky, and that she was the best at climbing trees. ”

Zheng Haizhu was silent.

She remembered a song many years later: Although the flowers will wither, they will bloom again, and the love of her life is faint, outside the white clouds.

(End of Volume 5)