I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

The knife was inserted into the thigh. Although it was inserted by myself, it was measured and not inserted deep, and it far avoided the aorta, but it hurt so much. It really hurt. If it weren't for the training of the past two months of detoxification, With his will, Zheng Zhipeng was estimated to have cried out in pain at this time.

Zheng Zhiyan hurriedly helped him into the house to bandage him, her young face turned pale with fright.

"Fourth brother, are you crazy? Even if Feng Jun has blocked the sword for the elder brother before, he is still just an outsider after all. Why do you have to go to such an extent just to vent your anger on him?"

Zheng Zhipeng endured the pain, and big beads of sweat fell down, but he smiled bravely and said: "It hurts a lot, but compared to my detoxification some time ago, it's nothing. Don't worry, I It's measured, it looks scary but it's all flesh wounds, I don't want to be a bad guy, I have to take this stab, it's worth it."

"Just for a mere Feng Jun?"

"It's not for him, Sixth Brother. I was poisoned by the Xu family before. I lost my mind and did many ridiculous things. I know what kind of reputation I have. Even if I explain that I was poisoned Gu, they may not believe it. These shopkeepers are all experienced. Without some extreme measures, I will never be able to control them in a year and a half. After this blow, at least none of these people will treat me as a human being. Treating me like a loser and saving me at least a year, how can it not be worth it?"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhiyan shed tears of distress and cursed angrily: "God damn Xu Lang, the bastard Xu family, this stabbing must be blamed on them."

Zheng Zhipeng smiled and rejected Zheng Zhiyan's suggestion to hire a doctor. Seeing that the wound on his leg had been tied, he took the Japanese samurai sword he carried with him, used it as a crutch and limped out again.

At this time, Feng Jun was frightened. He was kneeling on the ground. He no longer had the fierceness he had when he first entered the door. His face was blood red. It was obvious that he had just slapped him.

"Feng Jun, don't tell me that my Zheng family is cruel. There is a tea farm 120 miles west of Jing'an. It is our family's property. The annual land rent is not much, but it is more than 300 taels. It is my decision to give this farm to you as a reward. You have worked hard for my Zheng family for many years, and as for the money you embezzled before, let's just keep it like this, I hope you still have some savings."

"Fourth Master, I..."

"Go away, let's get together and relax, don't lose your dignity and make others laugh."

Feng Jun was stupid this time. He lowered his head in despair and turned around, then suddenly turned back, knelt down and said: "Fourth Master, I know I was wrong. I won't explain. You are worthy of being a member of the Zheng family. I accept it."

After that, Feng Jun kowtowed on the ground several times before limping away.

Zheng Zhipeng's expression did not change, as if nothing happened, he continued: "What we just said, let's continue and ignore him."

At this time, all the shopkeepers felt a chill on the back of their necks, and they were completely impressed by Zheng Zhipeng. They all concentrated their attention, and no one dared to slip away. After all, no one here was as confident as Feng Jun.

Seeing Zheng Zhipeng take out a stack of land deeds from his arms, he smiled and said: "These are all the land deeds that our Zheng family bought around Hangzhou, totaling [-] acres. It was my elder brother who gave me this worthless property." My younger brother has prepared the pension money, so I can make the decision myself. Lao Liu, please help me divide the land deeds among the shopkeepers."

"This……"

"Go quickly, all the shopkeepers are veterans who have been with our Zheng family for many years. They deserve this."

"Yes, fourth brother."

Seeing the whispers among the shopkeepers, Zheng Zhipeng smiled and said: "This land deed is not for you, but for you to go back and give it to your children. You work for my Zheng family, no matter how glorious you are, you are just working. I know that you Even some people are still slaves, and you don't care, but you have to think about the children. In these places, even if I thank you for your contribution to my Zheng family over the years, no matter whether the business will make a profit or lose in the future, or even us Whether the Zheng family is prospering or failing, the land at home can at least allow your descendants to farm, study and inherit the family."

The shopkeepers were moved on the spot. The Chinese people always have an unreasonable love for the land, and as Zheng Zhipeng said, these people are not actually from high backgrounds, and many of them are from Yuegang in Southeast Asia. When I came over, it turned out that they were all slaves of the Spanish or the Dutch.Even those with poor psychological quality cried on the spot. After the land deeds were handed out to everyone, they all knelt down in front of Zheng Zhipeng.

"Everyone, get up, stop kneeling, and don't kneel again in the future. You are indispensable partners of my Zheng family, not our slaves."

Shopkeeper Sun from Yangzhou Goods Store sighed: "The fourth master is very kind and righteous, and he has the same demeanor as Mr. Long back in the day. It's really... alas! It seems that the rumors really cannot be believed. In the future, the fourth master will be sent on a mission, and he will be in trouble." Don’t frown.”

Seeing this, the other shopkeepers followed suit and flattered him one after another and expressed their loyalty.

Zheng Zhipeng then said to Shopkeeper Li of the bank: "Shopkeeper Li, when you go back, do some statistics. All the clerks from all walks of life who have been with our family for more than three years will be registered with you. If you transfer a sum of money, who will be the owner in the future?" There is a wedding or funeral, or a family member is suffering from a life-saving disease that requires money to help. Once you find out it is true, you can use money from your account to help. In the future, any clerk who has worked in our family for more than ten years will wait until he is old. If you can’t work anymore, let’s give you one penny a month.”

"Hey~ Fourth Master, are you serious? This is not a small sum of money."

"Money, to our family, you are a bastard. Once you have spent it, you can make more money. A loyal old man, you are a brother. You cannot let the brothers suffer."

"Fourth Master, you...are so kind and righteous."

Zheng Zhipeng smiled, but he was no longer modest.

Although he is doing this at this time, it is a bit suspected of trying to win people's hearts and improvise, but doing it is better than not doing it, right?

Overnight, Zheng Zhipeng's reputation changed 180 degrees, at least in the Zheng family's own industry.

Within a few days, Zheng Zhipeng's reputation for benevolence and righteousness had spread. Most of his previous notoriety had not spread beyond Hangzhou, so it could barely be regarded as a blank slate in Songjiang. With the Heroes Conference As the time approaches, some friends or people from the world who are closer to the destination have already arrived.

There were many people nearby who didn't get the invitation, and some had the courage to come over to ask for a glass of water and wine to get familiar with everyone. There were even some of them who were just simple gangsters, but Zheng Zhipeng didn't put up a fight, and almost everyone who came came Everyone wants to meet him, say a few words, and drink two glasses of wine, so that his reputation has improved a lot among the people around him.

After a few days, gradually, strangers whom I didn't know came to my door to borrow money or ask for help. Of course, they all had some connections, and at least they were from Fujian.

Zheng Zhipeng not only borrowed it, but also remembered the legend that Du Yuesheng never borrowed money from others, and he must offer it with both hands to show that he had no intention of giving away, so as to give the person who asked for help enough face, so he followed suit. Anyway, I dare not say that the Zheng family is definitely rich, at least several times richer than Chongzhen.

So by the time the Heroes Conference was approaching, Zheng Zhipeng, a stinking piece of shit that made everyone in Hangzhou feel disgusted, already had a reputation in Songjiang as the reincarnation of Meng Chang, a man who was impatient for justice and loved justice.