Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 464 Xu Jing is back

Boat…

  There are boats...

  One...Two...Three...Four...

  A total of four ships...

  In the era of sea prohibition, chips are not allowed to go into the sea.

   Ships are extremely rare.

   Even if it is a smuggling ship, the hull is usually not too large. After all, once it is intercepted, the loss will be too great.

  Furthermore, smuggling ships would never dare to come to this sea blatantly.

  Unless... encountered enemy attack.

   Otherwise...where else could other ships come.

   "Telescope!" Tang Yin's face became serious, looking at the huge boat shadow, Tang Yin's face was pale.

   This is not a small-scale fleet, at least for the current Ming Dynasty, it is a large-scale fleet.

  Hu Kaishan had always hung the binoculars around his neck, and after hearing the order, he hurriedly handed the binoculars to Tang Yin.

   Tang Yin took over the binoculars. Even with binoculars, at such a distance, he still couldn't see clearly.

   On the surface of the sea, he saw the shadow of a huge ship.

   This is a treasure ship.

   "Da Ming's boat? Is it from Penglai Water Village?" Tang Yin was at a loss.

   But this ship is very dilapidated, almost riddled with holes.

   It has undergone countless repairs, just like a beggar's clothing full of patches.

  Tang Yin continued to watch, he seemed to see something, and then his body shook.

That is…

  On the sail...he saw the huge flag, he wiped his eyes hard, and continued to move closer to the telescope...

  人… that word is 人.

  World...

   Tang Yin felt that his breathing had stopped.

   His mind was buzzing.

   Just like the huge waves and the crashing of the tide, they also suddenly stopped.

  His chest was heaving, and suddenly the tears in the corners of his eyes blurred his eyes like broken beads.

   Tang Yin's eyes widened, he left the telescope in disbelief, continued to rub his eyes, wiped away his tears, and continued to look in that direction... The scum of the world...

   is the scum of the world...

   Then, with a whimper, he burst into tears.

   "It's the scum of the world... It's the scum of the world..."

  Tang Yin slapped and knelt directly on the rock of this cliff. His knees were wiped with blood, but he didn't feel it. He just held his head and said: "The scum of the world... The scum of the world is not an official..."

   This is the name he dreams of.

  Unexpectedly... the scum of the world does not serve it... is back.

   "What?" Hu Kaishan was shocked when he heard Wang Bushi's name for the first time. What kind of hero is this, who can make Tang Xiuzhuan cry?

  Hu Kaishan picked up the binoculars, looked up, and couldn't help but take a breath: "It really is the scum of the world, Wang Bushi, Tang Xiuzhuan, Tang Xiuzhuan..."

  At this moment, he realized that Tang Yin was running towards the port like crazy.

   Such an insane name...

  Hu Kaishan's face changed, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, it seemed that he had a hard idea.

  ...

  The scum of the world is not an official.

   This ship, which has sailed thousands of miles, is now slowly approaching Ningbo Port.

  Countless people rushed onto the deck, and Yang Jian was already crying.

  Dignified Qianhu, like a child, hugged the mast and cried loudly: "We are back, we are back... we are back!"

  This dreamland, the horizon is already in front of them.

   At this moment, Yang Jian had imagined countless times, but he thought he would laugh out loud. He had been looking forward to this moment, to the return of Jinyi.

  At that time, his face must have been red, and he must have crossed his hands like all proud people, laughing loudly.

  But he lost his composure, he cried and hugged the mast, and several people tried to pull him, but he ignored it.

   And in fact, many people cried.

   Two years.

  In life, how many two years are there?

  When they went into the sea, they were like duckweed without roots. They could only eat some dry food on the boat. The long-term malnutrition caused a whole body of diseases.

There is also the terrible epidemic, which breaks out at an unknown time, leaving no place for people to die at any time; the wind and waves in the sea, the shocking waves sweeping, people like floating, the storms and lightnings again and again, apart from praying to the gods and ancestors, How powerless they are apart from the heroic spirits. And the thief who didn't know when, in a foreign land, that kind of indescribable sense of loneliness, that kind of suffocating despair, biting their hearts like a swarm of ants eroding their bones.

   Now...they're finally back.

   They cried too.

  They were not born strong men, nor were they heroes. They were human beings with flesh and blood.

Countless people were lying on the deck, hammering the deck with their fists desperately; some were lying on the side of the ship, crying loudly; In the middle of the trip, all of a sudden, the slightest expression disappeared, only the touch of longing for the homeland seemed to be long gone.

  Xu Jing supported the side of the boat, he did not speak, he seemed to feel that his soul had been separated from his body, and he felt that his body was gradually approaching the land, getting closer, getting closer.

   He held his head up, to keep his tears from falling.

  The sharp-edged face showed the final reserve, and the bronze-colored skin let the sea breeze blow, but his nails left traces on the lacquered wood on the ship's side.

   "Report!" A sailor stepped forward, choked up and said: "Report to Editor Xu, Ningbo Port has sent a guide ship."

  Xu Jing slapped the ship's side hard: "Command! Follow the lead ship...into the port!"

  Enter port!

  Enter port!

  His voice is resounding!

  The big ship slowly entered the harbor.

  At this time... at the port, countless people gathered.

  Wen Yansheng is here again.

  Ningbo Port always gave him many surprises.

  Hearing that the group of warriors who went to explore the Western Ocean came back, he was startled, and with countless soldiers and civilians, they stopped outside the harbor.

   They expect heroes.

  In other words, the soldiers and civilians in Ningbo have already gained a new understanding of the vast ocean. How grateful and respectful they are to the officers and soldiers of the Japanese guards in the water village, and how much they admire these people who traveled across the Western Ocean.

  People are talking in low voices, and countless people are looking forward to these heroes disembarking.

  And near the trestle bridge, the sailors who have assembled, have no time to eat dinner, all of them have empty stomachs, holding spears for vigilance.

Tang Yin walked quickly to the pier. He looked at the huge hull and slowly approached it. He raised his head and clenched his hands into fists. His nails were embedded in the flesh of his palms. The pain... the more it hurts... the more he woke up. This is not a dream, not a dream !

  The people on the boat started to set up the boards and started to disembark.

  To everyone's surprise, what they saw was not the high-spirited heroes of the world.

  It's a group of people...like beggars.

The people who came down from the boat were dressed in ragged clothes, with disheveled hair, all of them looked haggard, and there was hardly a little flesh left on their faces. Looking closely, they had dark complexion, chapped lips, and bare feet. They...someone Leaning on the ground with wooden sticks, they supported each other. In their red-yellow and bloodshot pupils, they carried the cautiousness of suddenly returning to their hometown. There was even a bit of timidity in the sunken eye sockets.

   They are afraid, when they return, things are different...

  Tang Yin's eyes were full of mist. He tried hard to find that familiar figure among the people who looked like beggars, and his eyes quickly and seriously passed over the faces of each individual.

  Finally, he found it.

  It was a face with disheveled hair, but it had already changed beyond recognition. It could only be searched for the vague shadow from the most vague memory.

  The man's eyes finally met Tang Yin's.

   Obviously, those eyes were filled with astonishment.

   But immediately, the two pushed aside one person and walked towards each other.

  Tang Yin's footsteps became more and more urgent, and finally...the two stopped when they were half a foot apart.

  Four eyes face each other.

   Silent...

  Long time...

  Tang Yin suppressed the tears in his eyes, then he embraced his hands, bowed deeply solemnly, bowed his body, just like when they met each other before, and said: "Brother Xu...you are back."

  The voice is calm, but with strength.

  Xu Jing paused for a moment, and then returned his salute very seriously, clasped his hands in a standard manner, and lowered his body: "Brother Bohu, long time no see."

Then, the two straightened up together and took a deep breath together. At this moment, Tang Yin's tears could no longer be controlled, but his face was smiling, just like when they went to Beijing hand in hand. When rushing for the exam, they were also proud of their spring breeze, wearing fresh clothes and angry horses. After that, they worshiped under their mentor, but went their separate ways.

  Tang Yin slowly stretched out his hand towards Xu Jing.

   His hands were shaking.

   And Xu Jing also stretched out his withered hand, there was not much flesh in his hand, only the skin covered the bones.

  The romantic and suave past has become a thing of the past, at most it only remains in Tang Yin's heart.

  After two years, the two hands were tightly held together. Tang Yin held onto this hand tightly, as if he was afraid of losing it at the beginning. The two held hands and walked side by side.

  The soldiers and civilians who were going to cheer were all silent now.

They were silent and witnessed until Wen Yansheng realized that Wen Yansheng stepped forward quickly and walked in front of Xu Jing. He had eaten a lot recently, gained weight, and had a big head and big ears. At this time, he was very serious and worked hard. He bowed his hands towards Xu Jing, and then bowed deeply, but he was silent and didn't say any greetings. After bowing silently, he just quietly stood aside.

   "Brother Xu..." Tang Yin said calmly, "It must be very difficult at sea."

"It's okay." Xu Jing replied equally flatly. After experiencing the storm, Xu Jing enjoyed this kind of peace, but he trembled slightly while holding Tang Yin's hand, and a smile appeared on his lips: "It's not bad." .Men..."

   When talking about his mentor, Xu Jing's hands trembled again: "Is he okay?"

   "It's okay!" Tang Yin said: "My teacher misses brother Xu all the time..." After a moment of pause, Tang Yin said again: "It's the same for our senior brothers!"

   "Well... I know..." Xu Jing trembled: "I know!"

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  (end of this chapter)