I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

After a few days of repairing in Songjiang, Zheng Zhipeng took his three brothers back to Hangzhou.

Of course, most of the Yi Cong could not be taken away. After all, if thousands of people entered the city with weapons, Zhang Bingzhen would be crazy, so he could only let them live temporarily in Zhuangzi outside Songjiang City. The four brothers only brought two More than a hundred people entered the city.

He led Zheng Zhihu to visit Zhang Bingzhen and listened to the leadership instructions. Zhang Bingzhen was a quick learner and actually talked to Zheng Zhihu about the joint anti-Japanese defense in Zhejiang and Fujian provinces. It seemed that he wanted to give Xiong Wencan a Jump over and directly use Zheng Zhipeng's power to connect with the Zheng family.

Although it was just a trial stage, and the words were all half-hidden, the two families were chatting quite happily. Zheng Zhipeng was naturally interested. After all, if this matter could be accomplished, his status in the Zheng family would be raised to a higher level. It's just that he has a dark eye on the situation in Fujian and is a bit unable to speak.

Zheng Zhipeng thought that instead of leaning on him like this and pretending to be a good boy who only listens but doesn't talk, he might as well do something else, so starting from the next day, he stopped accompanying Zheng Zhihu to see Zhang Bingzhen, and instead took Zheng Zhibao with him. They went to the Chief Envoy's Yamen and the Inspector's Envoy's Yamen respectively to give generous gifts. Even the Magistrate's Yamen was not spared, and gifts were given to everyone from the Chief Envoy to the concierge.

In the evening, he asked Zheng Zhibao to invite some big guys to open another table for dinner. He personally arranged for a group of small officials working in the yamen to come to the Zheng family's courtyard for dinner. He and Zheng Zhiyan personally set up a stove with the help of the maids. BBQ for them.

These people who work for a living in public affairs are not very short of money, but they are short of respect, at least the respect of the big shots. Zheng Zhipeng has such a low profile, how can he make them not feel grateful?

So even though the meat was a bit old and not really delicious, these people ate it more deliciously. Each one of them patted their chests and said that they would be available whenever they are needed in the future.

Zheng Zhipeng smiled and started drinking with them. In a short time, he almost figured out everyone's family situation, secretly noted it down, and then started drinking with them.

God was not kind to him, and soon it started to rain. When everyone saw this, they wanted to leave. How could Zheng Zhipeng be willing to obey?He quickly asked Xiaodie to arrange guest rooms for them to stay and rest, and sent servants to their homes one by one to report the situation, and got everyone's addresses by the way.

Although some people thought it was not appropriate, after all, they had drunk too much and their brains were spinning. In addition, Zheng Zhipeng was so kind that it was difficult to refuse, so everyone agreed half-heartedly and continued to drink and chat.

Zheng Zhipeng came from a later generation, so what he said was naturally interesting. The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more he drank, and in a short time, he drank all the wine at home.

Zheng Zhipeng ordered his servants to buy them, but he saw that huge hail had begun to fall outside. He couldn't bear to torment his servants for a moment. Just as he was hesitating, Xiaodie ran over and said, "Fourth Master, there is a seller outside who is carrying a load and hawking. Liquor."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhipeng looked at the sky outside the window and said in surprise: "You are carrying a load and selling wine in this damn weather?"

"Yes, I saw that you were drinking wine with all the officials very quickly. I just wanted to buy wine for the fourth master, but I happened to see him. His wine came from Xueyuan in the west of the city. Although it is not a famous wine, But he also has a good reputation in the city, so I thought it would be good to come here, so I asked him to wait in the concierge."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhipeng fell in love with this maid even more. He nodded and said, "I'm serious about it and I've done a good job. Then call him up and I'll have a taste of his wine."

After a while, the wine vendor came up. As soon as he saw him, he put down two huge wine barrels and kowtowed in greeting. He uttered auspicious words and made them smile.

He has a sweet mouth.

Zheng Zhipeng looked at him carefully and saw that the hawker was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was thin and small, only slightly older than Zheng Chenggong, but he was carrying two large wine barrels that were almost up to his waist, plus a piece of wine. He probably weighed more than a hundred pounds. He wore a bamboo hat on his head and a pair of worn-out shoes on his feet. The clothes he wore were obviously smaller than his body. His trouser legs had already exposed his calves, and his face was pale and pale from the cold. A very bright smile.

Somehow, Zheng Zhipeng suddenly felt sour.

"How old are you?"

"Back to Fourth Master, I am fourteen this year."

"Fourteen...about the same age as the sixth child. Your head is quite small."

"Yes, I haven't grown much in the past two years. My sister said that I was weighed down by this pole. Hey, it's better to grow slower and save clothes."

Zheng Zhipeng couldn't help but ask again: "Why are you selling wine in this weather?"

"Going back to Fourth Master, our family sells wine in a corner shop. As the saying goes, if it's windy, it's raining. If the weather is like this, customers won't go out, so I'll have to go out and sell wine."

Zheng Zhipeng opened his mouth when he heard this, but didn't say anything more. After all, if it weren't for the pressure of life, whose child would have endured this hardship?

He asked the young man to fill a glass, took a sip, and frowned slightly. Generally speaking, the taste of the wine was slightly sour.

Seeing the young man staring at him expectantly and nervously, Zheng Zhipeng still felt a little compassion and said, "The wine is good, let's keep it all."

The young man was obviously smart and saw that Zheng Zhipeng bought the wine because he felt sorry for him. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Fourth Master, little man."

Zheng Zhipeng was not used to people kneeling down to him at every turn, so he quickly helped him up personally and asked him to go to the accounting room with Xiaodie to settle the bill, while he continued to drink with the gang of petty officials.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zheng Zhipeng practiced swordsmanship with the followers around him, and then went out with a few guards. Yesterday when we were drinking and chatting, we heard that the chief minister was henpecked and fell in love with a top singer but he didn't dare to go home. Leader, not many people knew about this matter, so it was his opportunity. He planned to take advantage of the time today to do this for him, buy a house and then redeem the person to be raised by this big boss.

On the way, I happened to see someone fighting, or simply beating, on the corner of the street. The person being beaten seemed to be a child, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the hawker who delivered the wine yesterday.

This child was young and his body was very thin. He didn't dare to fight back when facing seven or eight big men. He could only squat down with his head in his hands, and kept saying nice things while being beaten. Zheng Zhipeng felt a little bit sick when he saw this. He asked the guards to rescue him.

The young man knelt down to Zheng Zhipeng again: "Thank you Fourth Master for saving me. The villain's name is Yang Xu. I know that Fourth Master has a noble status and I can't repay him for it. But the Fourth Master's great kindness and virtue will definitely live forever." forget."

Zheng Zhipeng was so amused that he laughed. This kind of person is used to being sweet-tongued. He probably said this without even thinking about it, so naturally he didn't take it seriously. Seeing that he was beaten badly, his face was bruised and bruised. Yes, the clothes that obviously no longer fit were torn in several pieces, but they didn’t cry out in pain. They just kept saying nice things and couldn’t help but ask: "Why did they beat you?"

"Actually, it's my fault. They are from Anhui. They usually make a living by helping an Huizhou businessman. Later, I met that Huizhou businessman once. He saw that I was smart and smart, so he often looked after me. Just take away their jobs."

"Aren't you a wine seller? Why are you helping others?"

"When the weather is bad, I sell wine, and when the weather is good, I have to help others to make a living. I really want to thank Fourth Master for saving me today, otherwise I might have been beaten to death by them."

Zheng Zhipeng didn't mind that he was dirty, so he smiled and patted his shoulder, saying warmly: "Go home quickly."