I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

Without further ado, four days passed in a blink of an eye. At about ten o'clock in the morning, the rural warriors from various townships arrived at the Yangjiajiao store one after another.

A place like Jiaodian, where people come and go, doesn't attract much attention, so Zheng Zhipeng asked Madam Yang to open a private room, arranged for everyone to sit down at once, and drank with them.

Everyone was a little nervous, which was normal. After all, the identity gap between Zheng Zhipeng and them was already quite huge, and although they didn't know exactly what they were doing, they were always fighting but never running away.

Still wearing the coarse cloth Boss Du suit, he stood up, holding a bowl of wine, and said with a smile: "Everyone, you can come today, no matter what, I have to thank you for giving me and Mr. Bu Tang this face. I would like to pay my respects to you all first." Just a cup."

Having said that, Zheng Zhipeng drank it all in one gulp, and naturally no one could shirk it.

But he saw a strong man sitting next to him put down his wine glass and said bluntly: "Fourth Master, we are all rough people. I have some questions for you brothers. What is the purpose of inviting us to fight this time?" Who? We are just local warriors. Even if we have done some simple military training, it is just to resist the Japanese pirates and protect the villagers. If it is a foreign war, even if we are determined to serve the country, we are really powerless. Why give up? The regular army and military households of the imperial court are not used, but instead we are used?"

Everyone was silent, but it was obvious from their looks that they all meant this. Zheng Zhipeng had already expected it, and replied: "I came to you, naturally, to fight against the Japanese. But this time, I am not only doing things for the government, but I am also doing things for my Zheng family. Let’s not mention how the government rewards and punishes us. I work in the Zheng family and I, Zheng Zhipeng, have never treated my brothers badly. I will definitely not let you work in vain. All the brothers who come with you today will be given one or two pieces of silver to each of them as a meeting gift. , how about counting the war expenses separately?"

The same big man said: "Of course we will not doubt the benevolence and righteousness of the fourth master and the Zheng family, and we also believe in the word "wealth", so there will naturally be no shortage for us. To be honest, if we hadn't been summoned by the leader of the department this time. It’s Mr. Liu who is here. We may not even come. This is our subordinate who is going to the countryside. They are all people with families and families. If there is any loss, how will we get back to our hometown with their wives, children, and children? Explain?"

"If there is any battle damage, how about 50 taels for the disabled and 100 taels for the dead according to the pension price of my Zheng family brothers? You must know that the official soldiers of the imperial court only have [-] taels, and they may not receive them for several years. I, Zheng Zhipeng, keep your word."

The man sighed: "Well, no matter how much money you have, it will be spent one day. We are all people with families and land, and we are not homeless people who can't survive. We have our heads tied to our waists and we are always a little... …”

Zheng Zhipeng frowned impatiently. You must know that his conditions are already very generous. It is not a peaceful and prosperous age. Not to mention the villagers, just standing on the wall of Hangzhou and shouting, 100 taels of silver can save one's life. People who queue up and work hard can go to Suzhou.

"Of course, we also know that we have already made a lot of money by selling our lives for one hundred silver. Naturally, we dare not talk to the fourth master lion. It's just that it's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. I wonder if we can climb high." , make friends with Fourth Master?"

"Oh? How to make friends?"

"If the Fourth Master treats me as a friend, let alone fight the Japanese pirates for the Fourth Master, it will be a sword and a sea of ​​fire. What can we do if we get caught?

I think the so-called meeting gifts, a gift of goods, and even funeral benefits are all exempted. After all, although the Fourth Master is rich, the money did not fall from the sky. It’s just that we are all coastal villagers and the land is not very fertile. , even more than half of it is saline-alkali land, and the harvest is really limited. In recent years, the imperial court has allocated three additional taxes, and it is really unaffordable. The Zheng family's business is all over the world. Can you take care of me and let me live a good life? day?Could you please ask the Lord of the Ministry to be accommodating and not charge me three more wages?After all, we helped the imperial court fight, so we can be considered half a soldier. "

After hearing this, everyone nodded again and again. Zheng Zhipeng looked over with a searching look. Although the others were a little timid, it was obvious that they all meant this, as if they wanted to follow this person's lead.

Only then did Zheng Zhipeng look at this person carefully. If nothing else, he could say such words. He really didn't look like a farmer cultivating the land and training soldiers in the countryside, but more like someone who could read and write.

But I saw that this man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a simple and honest face, but upon closer inspection, he was somewhat elegant and heroic. Although he was wearing a coarse short shirt, he seemed to be slightly out of tune with the people around him.

"May I ask your name, your surname? Do you hold any official position?"

The man hugged his fists and said humbly, "Replying to Fourth Master, my surname is Yan and my nickname is Yingyuan. I don't have any official position. I just studied for two years. I am from Tongzhou and my whole family went south because of desertion." Qian, now he has managed to become a tutor in Lianhua Township down below, and he can barely be regarded as an official."

After hearing this, Zheng Zhipeng's mind buzzed and he was stunned.

"Fourth Master? Fourth Master?"

Zheng Zhipeng stepped forward and held his hand and said, "Your name is Yan Yingyuan? You are from Tongzhou and you are now a small official?"

Yan Yingyuan looked confused, swallowed his saliva and said: "Yes...yes, what's wrong, Fourth Master?"

Zheng Zhipeng immediately picked up the jug and filled a bowl of wine for him himself, saying, "Brother Yan, please don't refuse. I'd like to give you a bowl."

He was so shocked that he and all the other players on the table were at a loss. For a moment, it was neither a matter of giving in, nor a matter of not giving in. The whole situation was a bit embarrassing.

Zheng Zhipeng didn't care. There was only one voice in his head: It's him, it's him, it's him, Yan Yingyuan!

Do time travelers really come with their own benefits?

On the 10th day, he pledged his allegiance to the emperor, representing the figures of Taizu's seventeenth dynasty. Yan Yingyuan, the man of [-] people who died together to save the Ming Dynasty for three hundred miles!

For future generations, this is a figure worthy of erecting a monument and temple and paying homage to him.

Of course, at this time, this person is really not a person. Even more than ten years later, he will be just a mere classic. Compared with Zheng Zhipeng's identity, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference between him and Zheng Zhipeng. So Zheng Zhipeng suddenly suddenly After doing this, he suddenly became nervous.

After finishing a bowl of wine, he saw that Zheng Zhipeng wanted to pour him more wine. He was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the wine bottle, stood up and poured it for Zheng Zhipeng, and said: "Fourth Master, I am just a rough man from the countryside. If you say that If there is anything wrong with you, just say it, you have a high position, and it must not be comparable to my crude remarks."

"Brother Yan, you are so polite. You are right. It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish. I really think what Brother Yan said is very good."

After that, Zheng Zhipeng and Yan Yingyuan bowed to each other and sat down again. Although they knew that their performance at this time was obviously inappropriate, they couldn't stop their excitement and trembling hands when they saw their idol.

There was only one thought in my mind: This is the benefit God gave me as a time traveler. No matter what, this person must be used by me.