I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

"We sell yogurt! Come and try the delicious frosted yogurt!"

"Sandwich duck, selling delicious salted duck!"

"Salted Duck……"

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On the bustling streets, merchants of all kinds fill every door, and department stores from the north to the south are all available.

The guests flowing back and forth were all kinds of strange, including merchants from all over the north and south, as well as foreigners wearing strange clothes.

Among them, there is a group with different costumes mixed in.

What's surprising is not their appearance, but their vastly different clothing.

An elegant and funny young man, a fat-bellied wealthy merchant, a crazy Taoist priest, a kind-hearted monk, and an old farmer with a rough cloth.

This group of people who seemed to be incompatible with each other unexpectedly came together.

I don’t know how many doubtful looks I attracted along the way.

The young master in front didn't seem to notice the gazes around him. He walked around and looked around. A sunny smile appeared on his face from time to time. Coupled with the aristocratic aura exuding from his body, he captured the hearts of many women.

"Master, how is Nanzhili compared to two years ago?" the wealthy merchant asked with a smile.

The young master readily took out a handful of mutton skewers from his mouth, traces of oil slowly flowing down the corners of his mouth. After hearing what the wealthy businessman said, he directly stuffed the mutton skewers in his other hand.

"You talk so much when you go out to play, Gao Cai, you love food so much, why didn't you eat anything this time?"

The wealthy businessman Gao Cai naturally took the mutton skewers and started chewing them: "It's not because you are here. I haven't seen you for a long time. I can't look like a starving ghost when I meet you."

The fat contained in the mutton pops out as the teeth are chewed and the words are spoken.

Coincidentally, all these oil stains and spittle jumped onto the monk's bald head, causing the monk to frown tightly, pinch the beads with white knuckles and chant: "Amitabha!"

The Taoist priest next to him was two steps behind, dodging Gao Cai's mouth attack and walking behind the young master.

Naturally, several people on the side moved their positions.

The old farmer is on the left side of the young master, Gao Cai is on the right side of the young master, and the great monk is leaning closer to Gao Cai.

The young master threw a handful of bamboo sticks aside and wiped his mouth casually. His rude look did not match his gentle appearance at all.

"Lao Cai, I find that you are becoming more and more boring. When we used to play together, it was always Brother Shang who called Brother Shang. How long has it been since we last seen each other? Our relationship is so weak now?"

Gao Cai finished the meat skewers in his hand in two gulps, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth before saying, "Well, if that's the case, then I won't be polite."

Just like ten years ago, Gao Cai stretched out his hand and hooked the young master's neck and said: "Damn guy, it's been two years, two whole years, you just left me alone in this Jiangnan land. Is this enough for you? "

The young master pushed Gao Cai away with some disgust, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and said, "Isn't it because you are the only one who has the ability? The North-South business is so big, I don't feel comfortable leaving it to anyone else. By the way, are you getting fat again?" "

Following the young master's suspicious gaze, Gao Cai turned his head with lingering fear, looked at the Qinhuai River bank and said: "Look over there, this is a unique place in Southern Zhili. Do you want me to take you to experience it?"

The young master followed his gaze and saw that boats were stopping or swimming, and there was a faint song of Mi Mi playing on them.

"What a noble scholar!" When the young master said this, a coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Anyone who is familiar with Young Master knows that this is a sign of anger.

"Master, why should you care? Sooner or later these borers will be cleared away by us." The old farmer said in a low voice.

The old monk walking next to Gao Cai gave him a vicious look. If it weren't for the young master's presence, he would have pulled out the fat man's tongue.

Gao Cai wanted to slap himself twice. The young master obviously didn't like these messy things, so he even tried to lure them into it.

After the young master withdrew his eyes from the boat, he sighed meaningfully: "Human rights!"

When he thought of human rights, the young master looked north.

There, there is a man who abuses human rights to his heart's content.

Private ownership in the world?

Jiajing, you are having a hard time this year!

The lively scene around them, compared with the palace ladies who were being tortured in the imperial city, was a mockery of reality.

At this moment, the old farmer slipped and leaned to the side, and happened to bump into the vendor who was packing the cloth.

The old farmer waved his hand quickly and said, "Sorry, sorry, my foot slipped. I hope you don't mind."

The strange thing is that the hawker remained motionless, his eyes rolling around.

As the old farmer and others walked away, several people dressed like hawkers appeared next to the hawker.

At this moment, the hawker's rolling eyes suddenly became round and round, and bloodshot eyes filled them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood continued to flow out from the seven orifices, and the hawker gasped, but the blood blocked his mouth and nose, and he fell down in just a few seconds.

The expressions of the vendors who gathered around him changed completely as soon as they made a quick inspection.

died! ! !

Several people directly transported the person away in the commotion. Atop a restaurant that seemed to be doing good business, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes had a panoramic view of everything that happened.

The door was knocked twice, and a low voice came in.

"Report to the commander, the other party has discovered our traces. One of our brothers has hit the road and is dead."

"I've seen it all. Care for the dead brothers and don't treat their families badly." The middle-aged man said with an undeniable dignity.

"General, I understand. Do you want to take back the remaining brothers?" the outsider continued to ask.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and dropped the teacup he had just picked up: "We are here to say hello, but he just sneezed and was so scared. Isn't this a joke?"

"There are a lot of programs that should be included. It doesn't matter if you disgrace me, Jin Yiwei, but if you disgrace the emperor, it won't be enough for you and my whole family to be buried together."

Speaking of the latter, the teacup in the conductor's hand was crushed directly.

The crisp cracking sound was so harsh in this noisy place.

The subordinates outside the door were so frightened that their legs softened and they fell to their knees with a 'pop'.

His heart was beating like a drum, and sweat suddenly broke out on his face, dripping down his chin.

"I understand, I will do it immediately!"

As the footsteps gradually became smaller, the middle-aged man gradually put away the scowl on his face, looked at the young man below, and his expression gradually became serious: "You have obviously disappeared for two years, why are you coming back?"

The scene happening upstairs did not affect the progress of the downtown area at all.

It's just that along the way, except for the young master in the middle, the people on the side encountered some problems more or less.

Either I bumped into someone, or I fell down. In short, the situation happened frequently.

What’s funny is that the great monk was chased for several streets because he touched his little wife’s butt.

This made the young master laugh wantonly, but the few people around him couldn't laugh.

The old farmer lowered his head and shook his shoulders slightly. The Taoist priest closed his eyes, and the whisk in his hand was fluttering in the wind. Gao Cai couldn't bear to look away, his eyes shining slightly.

The young master didn't notice it at all, he still seemed indulgent and rude, with a hint of violence in his behavior!

"By the way, it was raining heavily that day, the sky was covered with clouds, there was lightning and thunder, and there was a faint golden dragon hanging from the sky."

"Is it true? King Zhenhai was born to an ordinary rich family. I heard from my uncle's family next door that when King Zhenhai was born, an old dog barked. How could there be anything? Thunder and lightning."

"That's right, even the birth of Taizu of the current dynasty was not so exaggerated!"

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Listening to the noisy sound, the young master raised his head and looked at the teahouse next to the bridge at the end.

The old farmer looked at the great monk who had escaped back in embarrassment. The two made simple eye contact. The old farmer said warmly: "Sir, the teahouse in front looks good. Why don't you go in and sit for a while! How about taking a rest?"

The corners of the young master's lips curled up, and he walked straight forward without saying a word.

Gao Cai followed behind and glanced behind him with squinted eyes as he left. At that moment, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged nobleman upstairs was a little distracted after just being stared at. When he came back to his senses, he kept repeating:

"Fun, interesting..."

A cup of tea is picked up, put down, picked up, put down... picked up...

Bang! ! !

The crisp tea cup fell to the ground, and the moment it exploded, tea splashed out.

Walking into the door of the teahouse, the young master instantly felt three eyes falling on him.

The sharpest one is an old man with a cattail leaf fan, neatly dressed and thin. Sitting next to him is a fat man with bad eyesight.

The one closest to him is a young man on the left front. He looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he carries a proud sense of righteousness. He holds a long sword in his arms and looks quite heroic.

The last one is farther upstairs. Behind the railing, there is a young man wearing silk and satin, shaking a fan in his hand, looking very elegant.

Looking inside, in the center of the lobby there is a scholar wearing a Confucian shirt and a turban on his head, spitting foam at the mouth and speaking like a lotus flower.

On the left side of the door, there was a big man dozing off holding a huge sword. His fierce-looking face did not match this teahouse at all, and I didn't know why this vicious man was sitting here.

The young master was quickly guided by the teahouse boy and sat down at the table next to the old man with a cattail leaf fan.

The old man with the Pu fan smiled slightly and bowed from a distance.

The young master smiled and returned the greeting, and Gao Cai next to him had already skillfully served him various fruits and snacks.

The verbal battle in the stands was still going on, and the Confucian scholar continued:

"The magnificent sea is full of wind and clouds, don't let the border thieves invade the rivers and mountains."

"Coming to Qiubei and talking about the cold wind, the waves are calm in front of Zhenhai Gate!"

"Snapped!"

When Xingmu knocked, the whole audience cheered!

The Confucian scholar smiled lightly, then folded the fan with a serious wave in his hand and began to preach:

"Amidst the talk and laughter of grand plans and hegemony, the title of princes and princes arose."

"If you want to ask about the causes and consequences of events, let's look at the grandeur of the years."

It turned out that this Confucian scholar was a frequent storyteller, and his shaky beginning attracted everyone's attention.

Zhenhai was crowned king and became a hero in the world.

Everyone fell silent and watched the Confucian scholar's performance quietly.

There was a trace of nostalgia on the young master's face, and he gradually thought of how he had come to this world. Everything really seemed like a dream.