At the east gate of the estuary, Wen Chen stood upright with a dignified expression, and the black armor army behind him was majestic and neatly lined up.

Dating back to the last time he experienced such a big battle, it was when he left Qingcheng half a year ago, but that day it was Emperor Jingren who personally led people to see him off, and today, it was Wen Chen, as the leader of Hekou City, who welcomed the arrival of foreign guests.

Looking at the convoy gradually approaching in the distance, Wen Chen slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, this time, he specially asked Tu Sanqian to go to the port of Fucheng in advance to intercept it, and before the cheap Lao Tzu's people arrived, he took the lead in receiving Reddick's caravan.

He knew that Wen Yuli only cared about the firearms of foreigners, and as for Redick himself, he didn't attach much importance to it, and it could be seen from the fact that everyone under his account called Redick and others golden haired ghosts, and the king of Zhennan still looked down on these Western barbarians in his bones.

Squeak –

The carriage stopped, and Tu Sanqian and the other brothers in the escort camp turned over and dismounted, and bowed to Wen Chen.

"Live up to the trust of the lord, we have received the distinguished guests safely!"

Wen Chen stepped forward to help everyone up and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you let your father's people find out?" ”

Tu Sanqian nodded, "Don't worry, the shopkeeper, we have inquired, this time the people of the king of Zhennan did not plan to go, and the Taishou of Fucheng did not receive the order to entertain the VIPs, and the prince didn't seem to be very kind to them......"

Wen Chen nodded and smiled, last time Reddick's caravan went to Lincheng and sent a large number of advanced firearms, the demand for ordnance on the cheap Lao Tzu's side should have reached saturation, and there is really no need to get used to them as usual.

This also happens to create favorable conditions for himself to contact foreigners.

"Take the brothers back to rest, it's been hard all the way!"

"No!"

Tu Sanqian turned around and greeted, and a dozen wagons pulling heavy goods led into the city, and what was contained in them was the rubber that Wen Chen had mentioned to Reddick before!

"Persimmon palace shrimp, I can't save it!"

A lame official voice came from behind, and the blonde-haired Reddick jumped out of the carriage and rushed up to meet him.

Unlike last time, with him today, there was also a foreigner boy who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, and his appearance was seven points similar to Reddick, but after getting out of the car, he saw this short and dilapidated city wall, and couldn't help but shake his head lightly with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Wen Chen laughed and went up to hug him and return the salute, "How can Mr. Reddick also remember to learn my Dasheng's official dialect?" ”

It's not very well said, but you can probably understand the meaning.

Reddick replied unskillfully, "Before...... Inconvenience! There's an old saying...... In Dasheng, keep pace with the times...... Definitely! ”

Wen Chen sighed secretly, if the old ancestors had this kind of consciousness from you, they would not have been bullied like that in modern times!

"That's right! Persimmon temple shrimp, which is ...... Dog mine! Esby! ”

Reddicla walked over the blonde boy and introduced enthusiastically.

The young man squeezed out a smile on his face and arched his hand perfunctorily, "Take care of me more......"

"Hahahaha, you must take care of it, you must take care of it!" Wen Chen patted the young man on the shoulder, took three books from Pei Zhi's hand behind him, and handed them to Reddick, "This is a special meeting gift prepared by this king for Mr. Lei, please smile!" ”

Reddick took the book and was stunned, it was full of words written in Xiyi language, the handwriting was neat and clear, and it took a lot of effort to look at it!

"The Count's ...... Monte Cristo ......"

“Hamlet……”

"The Merchant's ...... Venice？ ”

Wen Chen waved his hand and smiled, it seems that the official language of this product is indeed in the initial stage, "Mr. Reddick, the titles of these three books, in our Dasheng's words, are the Count of Monte Cristo, Hamlet and the Merchant of Venice, which are the works written by this king in his spare time, and he thought that he could still read them, so he gave them to Your Excellency as gifts!" ”

Although he was not perverted in his previous life to the point that he even remembered the English classics, the general story direction of these books and the deep meaning he wanted to express, Wen Chen was very familiar, and his own literary skills were not bad, so he recorded the story and gave it to the other party as a cultural export.

The impression of a foreigner in his heart has always been that of a sensual and romantic, and he should be able to read these books.

Reddick nodded heavily, not too contemptuous of these books because they were written by Wen Chen himself, but solemnly handed them into his son's hands, "Esby, the palace shrimp has great talents, you have to give up...... Diligent farming! ”

"No, father."

Although the blonde boy agreed verbally, he didn't pay much attention to it, just glanced at it casually, and then took it into his arms.

His Royal Highness, who is well-informed and eloquent in his father's mouth, is nothing more than this in his first impression, and there is nothing particularly outstanding.

Wen Chen's expression was strange, and when he heard someone call his own son Esby, he always felt that this desire to become a son was too urgent......

"Who gave Ling Lang's name? Why don't you change it......"

I didn't want Redick to pat my chest and proudly said, "It's just to carry it!" This name is so bright, don't change it for him! ”

Wen Chen smiled helplessly, if your son knew the true meaning of this name to me, he would indeed have to slap you loudly and loudly!

Although the façade of Estuary City looks very depressed, when Redick and the others entered the city, they found that there was a different world inside, and they applauded for a while, but compared to the Lincheng where the king of Zhennan is located, there is still a big gap, and Redick only politely praised a few words, and then went to the Wen Mansion for a banquet.

Little Esby, on the other hand, was bored and kicked the stones on the side of the road, and he couldn't understand why his father would accept such a young man's invitation, just for a promise that would not be light, so he went to great lengths to transport those useless wastes, which was a waste of time and money!

Seeing his father and Wen Chen talking and laughing and talking with great interest, he could only take out one of the books he had just received as a gift, flip through them, and pass the time.

But it doesn't matter if you look at it, it's just a moment, and you're completely fascinated and completely immersed in it!

"To live or to perish, it's a question worth pondering!"

"The mistakes we make often push us into the abyss, and the goodness we have is to find the power of light in the darkness!"

"In the face of power, there is no distinction between good and bad, only sweet and rancid, and this point prevails over all the truth of the world."

……

Just a cursory flip through, the sentences in this book that were deliberately marked with a red pen were like a thunderbolt, right in Esby's heart!

At this moment, he was trembling all over, and the complex emotions in his heart were gushing out like a volcanic eruption!

Sadness, joy, contemplation......

What kind of person is it to write such a beautiful and thought-provoking sentence?!

Fxxk！

He doesn't look a few years older than me, why does he have such a wealth of life experience and such a delicate mind?!

God's work!

Oh my god！ This is a gift from God!

It was God who led me to this place!

In less than a while, Esby's opinion of Wen Chen has changed drastically, from questioning his father at the beginning, to becoming a father later, and now surpassing his father!

If I have to use a Dasheng local dialect to describe it, it is: My worship of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is like a surging river, endless!

"Today, the king knows that Mr. Reddick is visiting, and has specially prepared a big meal for you, and you will follow the king into the mansion!"