Nanming Engineer

Chapter 369

There is a small table in the middle of the shop. Wang Huan is leaning on the table with his chin in one hand and a picture in the other. He is wearing a white shirt and a robe. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair is unkempt. His face is haggard, like a man who is about to take the college entrance examination. But he was as uneasy as a student who had no idea, and that picture was the answer to the college entrance examination, but he couldn't memorize it.

On the table, there was also a small earthen pot, two porcelain bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, a small dish of pickles and some steamed buns. There was a strong aroma in the earthen pot. It should be the breakfast porridge from the factory.

However, the bowl and chopsticks did not move, and Wang Huan seemed to have no appetite.

Xu Erjue felt a "gurgling" sound in his stomach, and his mouth was filled with semen. He suddenly remembered that last night, the two of them talked by candlelight until very late before going to bed. They ate two large cakes for dinner and that was it. It was all digested long ago, and the stomach was empty.

He sat up and saw that Wang Huan had no intention of eating, and of course it was inconvenient to eat first. He was thinking about how to ask Wang Huan to eat a little, and he wanted to move his chopsticks, but he heard someone making noise outside the window, and a loud voice shouted outside. A few times, and then the door knocker rang in the yard, and Ma Wannian knocked on the door and came in.

Wang Huan was still staring at the pattern, he didn't seem to notice anyone coming in, Ma Wannian was not surprised, Hou Ye has been obsessed these days, but he doesn't look stupid, so it doesn't matter, anyway, Wang Huan is often obsessed with the same research Forget about eating and sleeping, once it succeeds, it will be a major invention that will shock the past and the present. It was the same with the exterminating captive bombs and thunderbolts back then, and everyone is used to it.

"My lord, there are people outside the door who have returned from Guangdong to see Mr. Chen. They said that Mr. Chen sent them a letter in Xi'an, asking them to bring the people here directly. Now they are waiting in the outer courtyard." Ma Wannian bowed down to report meticulously according to the etiquette, and then stood still waiting for Wang Huan's instructions.

Before he raised his head, he felt someone brushing past him. The fan from the flap of his robe hit his face, which hurt like a bullet. He turned around in surprise and saw Wang Huanguang The back view of running outside.

Ma Wannian blinked, he hadn't seen Ping Lianghou move so swiftly for a long time, as a general, bearing is very important, don't be abrupt.

Another person jumped down from the common bunk, but it was Xu Erjue. He had to be more reserved and put on his shoes. However, he passed by Ma Wannian, ran to the yard and seemed to remember something, turned back and grabbed it from the table. With a steamed bun in his mouth, he chased after Wang Huan while chewing on it.

Ma Wannian stood there in a daze for a while, then shook his head, followed closely the footprints of the two, and also chased after them.

A while later, a group of people gathered in the main room in the outer courtyard where Wang Huan lived, and crowded the small main room into a mess.

Wang Huan sat on a chair in the middle, and Xu Erjue, who was the chief official, also sat on the left side. Ma Wannian and others stood on both sides with their swords on their hands. On the blue brick floor of the lobby, there were two people kneeling and two standing. The four are different from the others in two ways.

One is that the four people have blond hair and blue eyes, high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, fair skin, and thick hair. They are very similar to the Han people. They are somewhat similar to the Semu people, but they are not exactly the same. Nian and others kept peeking, secretly amazed that there really are red-haired ghosts in the world.

The second is these four people. The two kneeling were tightly bound by the hemp rope, while the two standing were not tied up.

These four people have very different expressions, and their clothes are also very different.The two people standing were wearing cloth shirts common to the people of the Ming Dynasty. They had a belt with an iron hook hanging on their waist. They should have been carrying swords. They had been taken away at this time. They were wearing linen trousers and short leather boots with skin. His skin was blackened by the sea breeze, and he looked like a sailor who had been wandering at sea all year round.At this time, the two looked around curiously, and were particularly interested in the white armor on Ma Wannian and the others, and they kept looking at it.

The kneeling two were dressed in much more high-end clothes, white shirts and black waistcoats, and high-waisted leather boots under the trousers. Although the clothes were wrinkled a lot, it could be seen that they were definitely handcrafted by top-notch tailors.

The attitude of these two people is much worse than the two standing. The two pairs of vicious eyes under the messy hair stared at Wang Huan who was sitting in front of them. The two men with big arms and round waists were about to jump up and attack Wang Huan.

Wang Huan didn't speak first, his shirt was so long that it just covered his bare feet, but Ma Wannian quietly brought a pair of shoes and put them by his feet.

Those four people didn't open their mouths either. The people sent by Chen Xiang to Guangdong stood beside the four red-haired ghosts and reported the journey to Wang Huan. Huan immediately remembered this spy named Liu Erlang.

"This trip is meritorious, I will write it down, you go down to rest first, go to collect rewards, and take a few days off before returning to the team." Wang Huan likes capable people, and he is never stingy with money for such talents.

Liu Erlang was startled and said in astonishment: "Sir, these four red-haired ghosts speak very poor Chinese. Without the little one here, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to communicate."

Wang Huan became even more interested when he heard it, and asked, "Why? Do you understand the language of red-haired ghosts?"

Liu Erlang nodded: "The younger one is from Guangzhou. My uncle was a businessman and took me around Macau, so I learned the language of the red-haired ghost. When the Tartars entered Guangdong, the youngest father was the governor of Guangdong. In the next classic history, when Li Chengdong broke the city, he died with Emperor Shaowu. The young man was charged with killing his father. He refused to serve under Li Chengdong, but he was unable to avenge himself. Recruiting soldiers, Mr. Chen Xiang will not give up, recruiting into the army as a soldier, only then will he have the opportunity to serve Lord Hou."

It turned out that this is the case, and Wang Huan finally understood that Liu Erlang and Li Chengdong had an utter hatred, no wonder Chen Xiang was able to recruit Cantonese in Sichuan. Xiao, if it wasn't for him to discover Liu Erlang, he might not be able to achieve his goal at all, and he wouldn't be able to speak in convoluted Cantonese alone.

"Forget it, you can stay here, this red-haired ghost is telling the truth." Wang Huan thought for a while and agreed.

Then he turned his face, looked at the four Portuguese, and asked casually: "Como é que te chamas?"

Surprised!

Ma Wannian and the others were caught off guard, looking at Wang Huan with an expression as if they were gods. They never expected that Mr. Wang could speak the birdsong of a red-haired ghost. They all said that Pinglianghou was omnipotent, but he never expected to be able to do so much the point.

Xu Erjue met missionary Matteo Ricci and other foreigners in his grandfather's house back then, and heard the foreign dialect nicknamed Niaoyu, so he fully understood that what Wang Huan was speaking at this time was absolutely standard Portuguese, although he couldn't understand it. But it can be judged.

But Liu Erlang and the four Portuguese were even more surprised, looking at Wang Huan, as if they had seen God.

In the hinterland of China, how could it be possible to meet a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty who could speak Portuguese?
The two kneeling men tied up, one named Alfonso and the other named Douro, were both artillery builders hired by the Macau Artillery Factory from the Portuguese army. Alfonso held the rank of lieutenant, and Douro was a second lieutenant. , I have negotiated before coming here, and signed a contract with the Portuguese General Administration of Macau. I will work in Macau for three years and earn 1 riel gold coins every year. After the expiration, I can freely choose to stay or return to China.

The two lived very comfortably in Macau. This island is simply a paradise with everything. The Chinese women are more gentle, beautiful and virtuous, much better than those Portuguese women with thick pores.

It would have been great if he hadn't been kidnapped by the young official of the Ming Dynasty in front of him.

(End of this chapter)