I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

When it came to money, Tang Yusheng looked directly at the fire, the fire burning his cheeks: "How much money do we have left in our account?"

Wang Yang took out the account book from his arms, looked at the firelight, and looked at every number on it carefully, but there was no sound at the end of the count. He took the account book back into his arms and said: "After paying out this year's salary, There are only a few copper coins left.”

Between the lines, Tang Yusheng heard one word: 'poor'.

Wang Yang said with a bitter face: "Master, compared with the bunch of beasts in the business school, the people below us are really not very good at making money, mainly because they are not very motivated. Most of them don't know how to do business in the first place. When we set up a stall, we won’t be able to save much money throughout the year, and it’s already very difficult just to support it.”

Tang Yusheng had a dark face, took his hands back from the fire and hugged his chest, saying, "I understand."

Tang Yusheng had long been mentally prepared for this result, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard it. He was a person who refused to admit defeat at heart. He had established the 'Dark' gate with his own hands. How was he living this year? clear.

There are two paths before him now. One is to slowly hold on and develop slowly. The other is integration. Will the ‘dark’ sect be honestly integrated into the new power structure?

Not willing, or unwilling. The 'Dark' sect was independent from all forces when it was first established. Tang Yusheng and Qin Shang had already decided this.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Wang Yang asked, looking at the motionless Tang Yusheng.

Tang Yusheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing, you don't have to worry."

……

The next day, Zhang Yun got the opportunity to meet the ancestors of the Huang family.

Following the servant through the layers of courtyards, he came to the door. The servant helped push the door open, and a wave of heat mixed with incense hit his face.

In the reception room, Zhang Yun saw Grandma Huang sitting in the main seat at a glance, and immediately saluted: "Young Zhang Yun, a student of Qinyang Academy, has met the head of the Huang family!"

Zhang Yun claims to be very articulate. Calling herself "boy" means that she is not an official student, but a student of Qinyang Academy. She shows her identity and distinguishes herself from the official identity very well.

"Qinyang Academy? Are you still a student?" Grandma Huang suddenly asked with interest.

Zhang Yun nodded and explained: "Yes, but we are not official students, and we do not study the Four Books and Five Classics."

A school that doesn’t study the Four Books and Five Classics? After saying this, everyone was immediately shocked. Under today's feudal ethics, there are still people who openly advocate not studying the Four Books and Five Classics? How dare such a deviant person teach and preach?

Grandma Huang burst out laughing: "You're just bullying the old lady for being ignorant. In today's world, if you don't learn the Four Books and Five Classics, how can you find a way out?"

"The guest is very funny, but please don't use some useless words to deceive my ancestors." Huang Lun added with a slight smile, but everyone could hear the other meaning in his words.

Zhang Yun saluted without being arrogant or arrogant: "You have to speak responsibly, boy. It is certain that you have doubts about my words. I am inferior in everything except studying, but that is to aspire to the court and honor my ancestors."

"But our goal has never been to become a famous official and leave a name in history. If it is those goals, then what is my purpose of going south?"

Just two explanations gave everyone space to think. Grandma Huang still couldn't hide her curiosity and said: "I want to believe you, but if you don't study the Four Books and Five Classics, then what will you study?"

Zhang Yun straightened her body and said in a confident tone: "The art of managing the world by strengthening the military and enriching the people!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at this guy in surprise. Is this a boast?

"Hahaha," Grandma Huang couldn't stop smiling. She pointed at Zhang Yun and said, "This is the first time that you are the first to praise me for being able to use such an expression. It's really interesting. I feel sorry for you now. Qinyang Academy is curious, and I would like to experience your so-called knowledge of managing the world if I have the opportunity."

"If you think about it carefully, what you are saying now is somewhat different from what you said before about not wanting to be in the court. Since you are not willing to join the court as an official, how can you still learn the knowledge of managing the world by strengthening the military and enriching the people?"

Huang Ying, who was sitting next to her, also had doubts on her face. Although she was sitting, her heart was shocked.

What university dares to be so deviant? Looking at Zhang Yun's face, it seemed that he could vaguely see the shadow of Shang Qing.

Why do they all talk in the same manner?

Zhang Yun shook her head gently and said: "Master Huang's words are wrong. Can't we benefit the people of the world if we are not in the court?"

"Qinyang Academy currently has a college, called the Agricultural College. The chief disciple's name is Fang Hang. He spent seven years researching a method that can increase rice production by 20%. I dare to ask the Huang Family Master, whether this is beneficial to the country and the people. Lift?"

"Increase production by 20%?" Grandma Huang's expression immediately changed. The 20% may not seem like much, but it is what farmers hope for all year round. An extra 20% may change whether the food will be thin or thick this year.

I saw Zhang Yun continue to say: "Originally, pig meat was smelly and not high-yielding, and almost no one liked to raise it. Now the Agricultural College has also developed a breeding pig that is high-yielding and has no smelly meat. With both food and meat, the lives of the people all over the world will be better in the future." Will it change with time? Is this a way of managing the world and benefiting the people?"

"Agricultural College, you said this is a subordinate college of your Qinyang University?" Grandma Huang suddenly caught the important information in her mind, "If it is as powerful as you said, don't you have other colleges?"

Zhang Yun nodded and said: "Yes, we have several colleges in total, and the Agricultural College is just one of them. As for the others, we can't tell you at the moment."

It has to be said that the two bombs released by Zhang Yun made everyone present feel deep in thought.

After hearing what Zhang Yun said, Hartl, the leader of the Folanji people, suddenly became excited. He ran to Zhang Yun and said loudly: "God, what you said is simply a miracle. I didn't know you Can you take me to meet the Holy Land Agricultural College?"

Suddenly a big beard appeared in Zhang Yun's eyes, and he almost punched him, but he still held back. He was showing his strength now. What the hell did you do suddenly?

Holy land, this is not a bad descriptor.

However, he always kept in mind what the young master said before. Westerners are cunning foxes, and you must not believe every word they say.

After thinking about this, Zhang Yun said regretfully to Harter: "Sorry, Harter, the Agricultural College is currently a sacred place that cannot be exposed, so wait until we open in the future before inviting you as a guest."

Harter's face suddenly filled with disappointment: "Oh, God, I can't go to the Holy Land to see it. What a big loss it is."

Grandma Huang originally wanted to ask her family to visit Qinyang Academy, but when she saw Zhang Yun rejecting Fo Langjiren, she felt hard to say anything.

"I have already heard from Ying'er about your purpose of coming. There are sea ships," Grandma Huang said.

"Yes, my brother," Hartl also spoke, "that is a large Karak ship."

Zhang Yun had actually received this information from the 'Dark' Zimen, and the source was Xiaoli Dao Zhou Weichang.

The long-forgotten leader of the Cao Gang is currently being fed and fed by Tang Yusheng, but he was dealt with a lot before that. Tang Yusheng got a lot of information from him, and this information was also used by Tang Yusheng. It was rearranged and given to Zhang Yun.

"First of all, Brother Zhang Yun, the 'Karak' ship is currently docked at the port of Luzon. The ship is currently detained in the port and is guarded by General Ferode. You can't get the Karak ship without a token." Ter took the initiative to explain.

Grandma Huang nodded and said: "As Hartle said, our Huang family just communicated with General Ferrod. The price of the ship purchase was agreed upon from the beginning, and Caobang also paid a high price, but we This Harter seemed to have other ideas, so the originally prepared 500,000 taels of silver were reduced by 100,000 taels."

In this regard, Hartle explained sincerely: "Oh, that was the fault of those damn horse thieves. I had already returned home with a full load. Who knew I would encounter those guys and lose one of our dear companions."

Hearing this, Zhang Yun probably understood what they were saying, and said: "This is the time when we need to get a token. Do we need those five hundred thousand taels of silver?"

"The question now is that there is still a gap of 500,000 taels and 100,000 taels, right?"

"That's right," Grandma Huang said: "The originally agreed figure was five hundred thousand taels. Caobang had already paid the money before. I sent Ying'er north to send a token to Caobang, so we could get together later. Go see General Ferrod.”

"Harter here also owns one of the three tokens. If you really want to get the ship, you must get Mr. Harter's approval."

Harter said without any pressure: "That's no problem, dear Zhang Yun, you have let me fully experience your friendship along the way. It's just a pity that my brother, the tokens also disappeared with that batch of goods. Got robbed.”

Zhang Yun:......

Grandma Huang:......

What a fucking talent you are!

Zhang Yun didn't know how to complain. This guy dragged one hundred thousand taels of silver to do business in order to make money. Your boss also came in like a heifer, so awesome.

These days, if you don’t even have a guard, you’re just a walking chicken. If not, who will you rob? Fortunately, your boss actually saved his life. What a great life! Or should we say that stupid people are blessed?

"Ahem," Grandma Huang finally came back to her senses and continued: "Zhang Yun, our Huang family is just a broker, and we will never make it difficult for you. Although you did not pay the 400,000 taels of silver before, I still count it. It's yours, as long as you get back the remaining one hundred thousand taels of silver, I, the Huang family's token, will give it to you with both hands."