[Ming History + Legend of Lu Xiaofeng] Ninety-five Supreme

Not long after walking, Lu Xiaofeng asked Zhu Yijun to wait for a while and walked into a restaurant by himself, and was invited out in a short while, but he was holding a simple-looking bottle in his hand.

Zhu Yijun's eyes fell on the wine bottle in his hand, he raised his jaw, and said slightly mockingly: "Hero Lu, don't you have fun without wine?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook the wine bottle, thought for a while and handed it to the guard following Zhu Yijun, "I'm sorry."

"This one." Lu Xiaofeng shook his empty hand, "Last time I heard Huamanlou mention it in Baihualou. The taste is not bad. It's rare to see a place that sells foreign wine. Look, I know it must be not bad just by looking at it."

Zhu Yijun was not interested in his hobbies, and when he saw the patterned labels around the bottle, he even scoffed. He didn't think Lu Xiaofeng would like the flint-like smell of wine.

Lu Xiaofeng continued: "I'm going to give it to Huamanlou."

Zhu Yijun rolled his eyes.

Daming opened the sea ban again for more than ten years. In Liang Bangrui's words, mountains of gold and silver followed. But I didn't expect that imports would enjoy such high treatment in Daming. A bottle of foreign wine cost Lu Xiaofeng 20 taels, which is usually brewed. It's only a few taels of silver.

Zhu Yijun did not shy away from printing the news from the mission in the newspaper.Europe is now at war everywhere. Holland, England, France and Spain are in a melee. The war is getting bigger and more fierce. They can't spare their hands to engage in internal affairs and have no time to do business with Daming. However, they all submitted their credentials and hope to travel to sea again. Regarding the willingness to trade, Zhu Yijun considered the pirates to work with, and was not in a hurry, and only maintained commercial relations with East Asia and Central Asia and government procurement.

The folks only allow transactions through fixed bazaars, and the rarer they are, the more precious they are.

"That's why foreigners are so popular." Zhu Yijun paused, feeling depressed.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows lightly, didn't say anything else, stopped and walked all the way to the pier by the sea, where the bustle of people was no more than that of a busy city.

The work of loading and unloading looked at the machinery, and even these people did it every day, but Zhu Yijun watched it with gusto.

He is not a lively person, but he is also happy to see the flourishing under the rule.

A foreman at the side was shaking a fan after loading the goods, drinking water, standing aside to rest, presumably he had been busy all morning, Zhu Yijun saw it and walked up without thinking.

"You have been busy all morning, it seems that the business is quite big."

The foreman paused, turned his head to look at it, and sighed: "Young master, I am a joke. How can I be so capable as a small manager? This is my master's business. Can it be small? I will go three times in the morning. gone."

Following his gaze, not far away, a luxuriously dressed man with a full waist was negotiating with a foreigner, his face was flushed, it seemed that the negotiation was successful, Zhu Yijun frowned slightly when he saw it.

"Do you know where the goods are going to be shipped?"

The foreman smiled and said, "When doing business with foreigners, it is natural to send them to a place where red hair and blue eyes are everywhere."

Zhu Yijun frowned even tighter, and asked: "Europe is at war, can this business make money?"

The foreman laughed loudly when he heard this, and said directly: "War? It seems that the son is not a businessman. Does it mean that men don't wear clothes after war, and foreigners don't wear rouge?"

Zhu Yijun pondered for a moment, then wondered: "If that's the case, why don't you go to East Asia and Central Asia, the distance is shorter, North Korea is a tributary state of Ming Dynasty, mutual benefit, it's much more convenient than going to the far away place in Nanyang."

The foreman heard this, and laughed slightly: "What the young master said is an old matter of the Yongle Dynasty, and it won't work for us here."

Zhu Yijun felt a little unhappy when he heard that, and was about to refute, the man said to himself, quite pointing, and said: "The pirates in East Asia walk around all day, even if they go, they may not come back. The court is all day long. Speaking of pirates in the Qing Dynasty, there has been no movement until now, all of them are far away from the emperor, how can we understand the sufferings of our common people, we people rely on this sea to make a living, so we can't think more about it."

Zhu Yijun's face was not very good-looking, but he didn't refute. He just said: "You are wrong. It is only a matter of time before the pirates are dealt with. The court also made omissions, so they sent the navy to protect the merchants going to sea. Do you see anyone who dares to make a move?"

Zhu Yijun hooked the corners of his mouth in disbelief, and secretly added points to himself.The foreman sneered when he heard this, and shook his head, "Brother doesn't seem to be from our area."

This time even the address was changed, Zhu Yijun hesitated, "People from the lower capital."

"Yangzhou Mansion has been a rich place since ancient times. There is no farming here, and there are no mountains. In order to get rich, there are not a few merchants. I have traveled all over my life, and my vision is not small. There are hundreds of people in our mansion alone. Merchants, the boats sent by the imperial court are not enough for us, so many merchants have squeezed their heads in, and we can only stare on the sidelines."

The foreman said, the more he talked, the more energetic he became, he didn't care about the faces of the people around him, and sighed softly: "If the court uses more skills to kill all the pirates, we can't sell any goods, we will ask foreigners They are all a bunch of greedy black-hearted ghosts who take advantage of a boatload of goods."

"Could it be that no one has snatched the foreigner's boat? What you said is a bit like black eating black."

Zhu Yijun said it casually, but he didn't comment on the behavior of these merchants in his heart, and said half-jokingly.

The foreman waved his hand to call the other team to move the goods, and suddenly said: "You see, when robbers rob, what kind of blue eyes, green eyes, or black eyes are there?"

He sighed softly again: "At least there is hope, they still have a chance of winning in the fight, and they won't die in vain."

This was the first time he heard people commenting on his policies face to face. He immediately froze for a moment, frowned again, and blurted out, "So you want the court to let go of the restrictions on firearms?"

The foreman was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to expect that the noble-looking young man in front of him would say this question so bluntly. If you say that the imperial court has relatively strict control over firearms, even imitation will be beheaded. Now that I say this word, I have to ponder it several times in my mouth, which shows that it is quite sensitive.

The foreman babbled and waved his hand, "I made a slip of the tongue. I, a commoner, dare not say such words. Brother, don't take it to heart. Brother has something else to do. Let's go first."

After speaking, he hurried away.

Although Zhu Yijun felt uncomfortable being told by the little foreman, he listened to him and worked hard, but he didn't take what he said very seriously.As soon as the man left, he hit the cotton with his fist a little bit, and tried to push it out, but he couldn't touch anything.

Zhu Yijun turned around, looked at the three guards behind him with an unkind expression, and said, "Where's Lu Xiaofeng?"

The leading guard was a man with a sharp eye. Seeing that Zhu Yijun was in a bad mood, he hurriedly cast the blame and said, "Seeing that you have not left for so long, Mr. Lu said that when you miss him, come to the bean curd stall in front."

Zhu Yijun didn't hesitate, and walked forward directly. It's not yet noon, and the sun is not as faint as the early sun, but just right.

Lu Xiaofeng was sitting next to a shop, chatting with the boss, it looked like he was having lunch rather than waiting for someone.

Seeing him coming, Lu Xiaofeng waved her hands again and again, and said something to the boss, even the boss came over to greet him warmly.

"..."

Zhu Yijun only gave Lu Xiaofeng a sideways glance, he didn't want to bother with him, so he sat down in this rudimentary small stall. The owner was surprised when he saw it. When would such a handsome young man patronize such a small place like him? He laughed and praised Lu Xiaofeng, but after a while he served him a bowl of bean curd.

The morning sun shines on the body, bringing a little warmth. This place is very close to the sea, and you can still hear the sound of waves crashing on the rocks, and the faint smell of the sea between the roads. Zhu Yijun looks into the distance, it is a place that is not covered by houses. There, the sea and the sky meet guests, and the azure water keeps moving forward until the invisible distance. This movement seems to have a rhythmic beauty.

At this moment, his eyes were a little hazy, like the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, but also a little cozy and lazy. Seeing him like this, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "You don't want to try the authentic Yangzhou bean curd?"

Zhu Yijun looked at the empty bowls on the table calmly, and asked, "Didn't you have enough in the morning?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "I even ate your portion in the morning, and I can't bear it to death."

Lu Xiaofeng tapped one of the empty bowls with his finger that often holds weapons, and said proudly: "However, every time I encounter something I like, I can't help but eat three bowls first, and when I finish eating, Even the boss couldn't resist giving me another bowl."

Zhu Yijun curled his lips, "I don't know what to say." Obviously he doesn't like Lu Xiaofeng's way now.

But I don't know if he was talking about Lu Xiaofeng or his fallacy, or this place, or something else.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xiaofeng still wanted to strike up a conversation, his face pretended to be helpless but he felt funny in his heart, and said aggrievedly: "I only do what I like, and you can't understand me."

Zhu Yijun had something on his mind, so he didn't bother to talk to him, Lu Xiaofeng was a very sensible person, he knew that when he was not welcome, it was better to keep his mouth shut and stop disturbing others.

However, when three bowls of bean curd can't shut him up, Lu Xiaofeng is also a noisy person.

For a moment, when Lu Xiaofeng was about to sing for attention, Zhu Yijun couldn't take it anymore, turned his head slightly, and asked casually: "When did you still have contact with the merchant?"

Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows lightly: "I have always had a good relationship with the businessman."

His tone was so loud that Zhu Yijun lifted his chin slightly, and couldn't help but look at Lu Xiaofeng a few more times, obviously Lu Xiaofeng brought him here on purpose today.

Lu Xiaofeng sneered: "They came to find me on their own initiative."

Lu Xiaofeng also secretly sighed in his heart, although he likes to meddle in other things, there are some things he doesn't want to touch at all.When these big merchants found him, what they asked was very simple. They just wanted him to be a middleman. Please ask Wu Yihe, the richest man in Beijing, and Hua Ruling, the richest man in Jiangnan, to use their fame to gather many commercial firms across the country to form merchant associations. The allocation of naval forces and private guards.And these merchants are willing to draw bonuses, simply speaking, they are seeking protection.

Lu Xiaofeng originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he accidentally discovered his favorite pancake, bean curd, foreigners can eat and drink as they please, and the overlord meal is greeted with smiles. When he could, he finally couldn't help but want to tell these stories to his other friends, and this friend was Zhu Yijun.

But he thinks more, or associates this kind of thing in his heart, it's just a dream, he never thought about it.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's helpless wry smile and speechless expression, Zhu Yijun couldn't help but glared at him mockingly and said, "If he said to change the system, he would change it; if he said to unload the gun, he would unload it. What do I say?"

This he is just like the foreman just now, Zhu Yijun still hasn't let go of the foreman who choked with him, and a foreman can say those words, maybe there are words in his heart that have been suppressed for a long time, but some things are impossible without being taught. .

Lu Xiaofeng kept his mouth shut, but he didn't dare to speak again, maybe he wanted to wait for Zhu Yijun to speak out by himself.

Zhu Yijun suddenly looked at him squarely, his black pupils were calm and cold, "What do you want to say."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, Zhu Yijun's delicate face was solemn, and there was an indescribable strangeness in his eyes, Lu Xiaofeng raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Lu Xiaofeng is just a grassroots person who still has a chance to convey to the heavens... But, who usually eats something cheap?" It’s a pity, they are all our own people anyway. If you let outsiders wait to take advantage of it, you will feel a little uncomfortable when you think about it.”

"Although I don't mind being taken advantage of, I don't know if everyone likes it."

"..."

Zhu Yijun curled his lips and said: "Lu Xiaofeng is worthy of a generation of heroes, he is always serving the country and the people." After speaking, he waved his hand and strode forward.

Lu Xiaofeng felt happy when he saw it, stroked his two mustaches, and said: "Ha, it's not as good as you said." Then he walked briskly and quickly followed.

Zhu Yijun took two steps, felt something was wrong again, squinted his eyes lightly, his black pupils were calm and cold, and said: "Since you have something to do, why don't you tell me openly, am I the kind of person who wants to save face and refuse to listen? People can't."

"Besides this method, I have no less than [-] channels to let you know." Lu Xiaofeng approached with a smile, leaned over, tried to reach out to hug him but was dodged, and said calmly: "But none of them are really .” It’s not even that interesting.

Zhu Yijun glanced at him indifferently, ignored him and left directly.

Lu Xiaofeng stood there for two seconds, then followed, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Zhu Yijun squinted: "No."

"Oh, then let's go to Taihu Lake together."

"No."

"He said he wasn't angry. He said yes last night. If you go back on it now, you are angry."

"I said no."

"are you……"

"To shut up"

"Oh well."