Japan was a country that had no written language, so it imported Chinese characters from China, and then slowly developed a relatively simple system of "hiragana and katakana".

In this world, in Japan, aristocrats and scholars, or literate monks like Yonghai, think highly of themselves, and their writing adheres to Chinese without using pseudonyms.

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Therefore, although Yonghai can't speak Chinese, it is really a piece of cake to memorize the Chinese characters on it after seeing the famous qin and write it clearly.

Zheng Haizhu stared at the four upright and beautiful Chinese characters, remembering that Wang Yuesheng once said that there were at least two famous qins in the former dynasty named "Songshi Jianyi", one was signed "Shaosheng Second Year Dongpo Jushi", and the other was made by Zhezong's younger brother Huizong, and the signature was "Xuanhe Second Year Imperial System".

She was muttering, not knowing if what Yonghai saw in Java was the guqin of the same name, but she saw Yonghai with reverence on his face, repeating the three syllables "Ship pin cry, ship pin cry", and then Ili Wala string Japanese.

Naturally, she looked back at Liu Xiang, hoping to hear the interpretation of these syllables.

In this short round, Liu Xiang has figured out that it would be unwise for her to hide it in her paraphrase. After all, Yan Siqi also understands Japanese, and Zheng Haizhu will definitely have a banquet with Yan Siqi to invite Japanese monks, and the conversation will be more in-depth.

It's better to translate truthfully and see if Zheng Haizhu's reaction is suspicious of Wang Yuesheng's dedication to the piano.

Liu Xiang leaned forward and said with a smile: "Miss Zheng, what about this Dongying person, but anyone who is literate and reads, the first one worships Li Bai, followed by Su Dongpo. Dongying dialect ""ship crying" refers to Su Shi and Su Dongpo. Master Yonghai said that the piano he saw belonged to Su Dongpo."

Zheng Haizhu replied, "Oh, so."

Liu Xiang waited for Zheng Haizhu to continue to inquire about the situation of "Songshi Jian Yi", and did not want this woman to change her words, so she said sincerely: "Master Yonghai, Ma Bell said, you can use the words of our Fujian people to play the piano and sing, can you sing Su Dongpo's words?"

Yonghai said: "I have studied many of Mr. Su's poems, but in the few days I spent with Master Mingren in Java, Master only taught me two songs. One is a poem by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is the words of Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. Today, I would like to play and sing for you, please advise."

After that, the monk sat cross-legged generously, put the piano on his lap, plucked the silk thread, and slowly spoke.

"Where do you look at China? Full of scenery Beigu Building. How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is not endless."

Just like a person who can't speak Cantonese at all can still sing Cantonese songs well, a Japanese monk who can't speak Chinese learns to sing this Qin song with a Hokkien accent, but it is like a word-for-word song.

Zheng Haizhu completely understood, with a look of appreciation and approval on her face, and the surprise in her heart was actually even more suspicious than a moment ago.

This Japanese monk's Chinese teacher is not ordinary.

If in a place like Jiangnan, where humanity flourishes, it is not uncommon for a scholar to be the sister of Qinhuaihe, and it is not uncommon to match poems with such elegant piano scores. But on the island of Java in the South Seas, even if there are Chinese, most of them are Fujian, Guangdong, and Haikou, or agricultural villagers whose ancestors moved there, can they still find Chinese who can play the guqin and sing Wang Wei and Xin Qiai?

Could it be that she is like Grandma Wen, the female chief of Tainan, who is the descendant of a scholar who fled after the Battle of Yashan in the Southern Song Dynasty?

At the end of the song, Zheng Haizhu clasped his hands and praised: "Wang Wei is a disciple of Buddhism, and his poems are picturesque and more Zen. Xin Qiji is a military general revered by my Han people, with a heart for his homeland, and many words, and Su Shi is called "Su Xin". In Master's songs, the Zen and nostalgia are conveyed very well, which shows that Master has not only met a good qin but also a master in Java."

Such a rhetoric that can be woven by any man and woman who has read a private school in the Ming Dynasty, Liu Xiang was shocked when he heard it.

Didn't Elder Zheng Ge say that the current lord has the legacy of Emperor Jianwen, studied Buddhism intensively, and has the shadow of Taizu, vowing to recapture the country.

At this moment, listening to the song sung by this Dongying monk, he is both Zen and Huaiguo, and the person he met when he was traveling must be the Lord.

That piano, ouch that piano, Zheng Ge Lao said that the descendants of the Fang family in Songjiang pretended to treasure it for their own family, and took it to the Zheng family to submit a letter of nomination, so it doesn't have to be

Goofs?

Liu Xiang was worried in her heart, and she also had a fugue on her face.

Zheng Haizhu only said that he was the one who led the team, and he couldn't bear to be a translator here after the war.

Of course, Zheng Haizhu noted down Qin's suspicions, and also put a question mark on Wang Yuesheng. Didn't Wang Yuesheng say that his "turquoise meaning" was treasured by friends in Hangzhou?

Fortunately, the famous piano was sold by Huang Zunsu to a salt merchant in Yangzhou, not far from Songjiang, and it was a big deal to take the Japanese monk Yonghai to travel to the south of the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Zheng Haizhu didn't feel that he could find out the truth on the spot and get an answer, so he wanted to spend time on things that were more insightful, and he wanted to continue to cultivate Mabel, who could carry the task.

She then said goodbye to Yonghai and asked Mabel to follow Liu Xiang to the chaotic beach.

The Dutch captives, including Captain Putmans, were taken into custody by the Ming sergeants after their heads were counted.

But there are some Ming troops in it, who are darker than Yan Siqi's Tainan Navy Division and Zheng Yi's Fujian Water Division, and they don't speak Hokkien language that Zheng Haizhu can understand.

"Brother Liu, are these all the strong men you recruited from Nanyang?" Zheng Haizhu asked.

Liu Xiang nodded: "In terms of them, like Brother Yan's mother-in-law, they are also the remnants of the Song family. Their ancestors were the Shunta people in the south of Boni. Song and Yuan Dynasty Yashan naval battle, Prime Minister Lu Xiufu jumped into the sea with the little emperor on his back and died in the country, and the Song people pretended to be Lu Zili, the son of Lu Xiangye, and led the only remaining Song army warriors to drift to the east of Java to establish a country, multiply, in order to restore the Song Dynasty. Later, the rivers and mountains returned to the hands of my Han family, and the Shunta Kingdom paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty."

Zheng Haizhu was curious: "Oh, south of Bo Ni Country, east of Java, that is far away from Luzon and Manraka, how did Brother Liu think of going there to recruit Zhuang Yong for Brother Yan?"

Liu Xiang smiled, and said in a tone that was half flattering and half boastful: "The land of Fujian is full of sea, and you can show people with a broad temperament like Brother Yan and Miss Zheng, we Cantonese, but there are also many heroes who dare to go abroad. There is a place called Xincun in Shun Ta country, and the city owner is our ancestral home on Hong Kong Island, Tuen Mun, Guangdong. In recent years, the Nanyang region has been constantly harassed by Frankie and Hongmao, and the indigenous and Han Chinese in Java hate them very much. Since I am a fellow countryman, and I dare to start a war with the Yi people, I will naturally recruit them for Brother Yan to drive away."

When Zheng Haizhu heard this, he felt that there was no flaw.

At present, Yan Siqi only dares to recruit farmers, tea workers, craftsmen and scholars from Fujian, and does not dare to recruit troops on favorable terms, otherwise, even if the imperial court's reflex arc is too long and it is not suspicious, the general military generals like Yu Zhigao in Fujian will also be displeased.

From Luzon, Manraga, Java and other places ravaged by Western colonizers, the Chinese young people who are familiar with the sea conditions return to their homeland, which is indeed a way.

Zheng Haizhu thought, and when his eyes fell, he suddenly saw a tired man from Shunta Kingdom, leaning on the trunk of a tree, and untied the axe with a ruler on his waist.

To Zheng Haizhu's surprise, the man actually grabbed a few handfuls of leaves and a small piece of black paste from his dirty waist, stuffed them into the hole behind the axe's blade, and then found a fire to light the hole, put his mouth to the back end of the wooden handle of the axe, and greedily sucked it up.

It turns out that this axe, which is thirsty for the blood of the enemy, is still a big pipe.

Zheng Haizhu saw the bandit leader Qiu Wanliang smoking hookah in the bandit's den, and later in order to make embroidered tobacco bags for Yan Siqi to export to Japan, he also studied European pipes imported to Japan, and today is the first time he has seen an axe that can also smoke.

Liu Xiang explained to her, "That's the other side of the sea, the stuff of the Northern Amerika natives. From there, the Frankians brought not only silver, but also this kind of cigarette axe. Nanyang people have also used it in recent years."

Zheng Haizhu understood.

Northern America is North America.

The Indians, who can go into battle to kill the enemy and retreat to relax and entertain themselves, are really a must-have hit for both home and travel.

Zheng Haizhu then walked over and asked the man of the Shunta Kingdom, "What did you add to the tobacco leaves at the end?"

Liu Xiang gave him a few gestures, and the man quickly understood, took out another black object in his pocket, handed it to Zheng Haizhu, and said respectfully, "Ah Piaomu."

Zheng Haizhu listened

This pronunciation, when I took the black ointment, my heart was already excited, and when I came to my nose to ask, I felt that the smell of urine was disgusting, and at the same time, I confirmed my guess more and more.

Liu Xiang didn't seem surprised by her nausea, so she hurriedly took the black paste and returned it to the man, and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Miss Zheng, this is a cigarette paste made of poppy fruit, and our doctor of Daming took it into medicine, so it smelled, it really smelled. When decoction is made, the smell will be stronger. However, it is best to smoke it in a cigarette stick."

Sure enough, it's ***!

Zheng Haizhu didn't expect that the Nanyang people of the Ming Dynasty had already discovered a way to smoke.

I only heard Liu Xiang add: "This poppy fruit paste, the Frankies call it opium, and we Han people call the crow Lao Ah, and if you see it black, we call it ***." This is a good thing, no matter how fierce the disease, you can use it to return the soul. In the past, poppy paste was a tribute, and how could the ordinary people of my Ming Dynasty eat it. Now in this world, Tianzhu and Nanyang have begun to grow poppies, *** can be supplied in large quantities, and it is easy to smoke, smoking is more comfortable than eating, I said to Brother Yan, Taiwan also grows, sell to the Japanese, and sell some to the mainland, Yu Zongbing's sailor must like it. The soldiers are good for wine, and they are good for smoke."

Liu Xiang said with her eyebrows fluttering.

Zheng Haizhu looked at this ashore bandit who had dealt with him for the first time.

You've got a bad brain! Let the servicemen smoke ***!

No, he can't smoke it for ordinary people.

cough, forget it, maybe Liu Xiang, the ancient, didn't know the dangers of ***.

Zheng Haizhu said in his heart, if he doesn't popularize science with this Liu Xiang on the spot, but he must be vaccinated with Yan Siqi.

There are many ways to accumulate wealth, but if you sit back and watch your partner use *** to accumulate wealth, it is a shame for a traverser.