In Qian Yuan's view, during the Jiajing period, Ningbo was the most unique city in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Everything starts with this city.

In the second year of Jiajing, in the battle for tribute, Jiajing finally ordered a ban on the sea, but this was in the era of great navigation, even the East was involved, smuggling trade became increasingly rampant, and Japanese pirates rebelled frequently.

In the 27th year of Jiajing, Zhu Wan attacked Shuangyu Port and not only burned the fire, but even blocked the port with wood and stone. However, not only did he die, but the trend of trade gradually became a prairie fire.

This year, in the 32nd year of Jiajing, a large-scale Japanese riot that no one can control is about to begin, and the spark of the prairie fire is in Ningbo.

Qian Yuan, who was standing by the sea, looked into the distance. Zhoushan Islands were not far away. He traveled several times in his previous life. After hundreds of years, the scenery remained unchanged. However, he turned from a female classmate and a female colleague around him into more than a dozen thick-handed and thick-legged men.

"Young Master, look." Li Si whispered, "That white-faced man is the guy who sold nuts last time."

Qian Yuan turned his head and glanced. Oh, it was really the guy who sold sunflower melon seeds. Later, he went to Haishi, Hangzhou several times, but unfortunately he didn't meet anyone. Maybe there was something interesting about this guy.

After squinting his eyes and looking carefully, Qian Yuan quickly turned into two steps in three steps, and looked down at the corner of the white-faced man's stall. There was a basket full of thin fruits. They met with green and red, one with a thick end with branches and the other with a small and pointed one.

It's chili, it's chili!

Qian Yuan's hands were trembling, and the sky was pitiful, letting himself and Chili reunite. I had enough of the delicacies of this era, and my mouth faded out of my mouth!

"How much?"

"Bang!"

"Young Master, be careful!"

Qian Yuan had just asked, and a stick fell from the sky to smash the pieces of porcelain on the stall, and then turned over the basket of peppers.

Zhang San protected Qian Yuan one by one, and Li Si shouted loudly from the side: "It has nothing to do with us, give way!"

After being taken out of the crowd for no reason, Qian Yuan reacted and jumped and scolded, "What a fuck, my chili, be careful not to step on my chili!"

"Don't shout, don't shout, young master." Zhang San grabbed Qian Yuan's arm and dragged it out, "Don't look at the few people, we can't beat them."

"There are only four of them!" Qian Yuan stared at him and was about to curse, but suddenly his already wide-open eyes were about to protrude.

With a loud shout, the white-faced man kicked the man seven or eight meters away, then picked up the shoulder pole and rushed forward. There were only three people left, but two of them separated from each other and did not take action, showing the strong man holding a stick in the middle.

Qian Yuan only stared at the peppers on the ground. One pepper was trampled to pieces, as if he was stabbing his heart...

The white-faced man has good skills and flexibly steps. He has tightly guarded the shoulder pole on the left and right. He often poles out the shoulder pole and looks tricky and ruthless, but the strong man on the opposite side is also very skillful.

Soon, the strong man found an opportunity to suck the white-faced man on the back of the white-faced man. The stick was so powerful that the white-faced man was immediately pulled down and blood was spurted out.

Seeing that the next thing was to beat the dog in the water, Qian Yuan couldn't help it and rushed over, "Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

The strong man glared at him, but the one who saw him was a young scholar. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about other people's business, no matter how much you do." Qian Yuan smiled and pointed at the stall on the ground, "You'll leave after buying things. Even if you beat him to death, it's not my business."

"Boss, boss..." The white-faced man with blood on his lips knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and reaching towards Qian Yuan with the other.

mmmp, this is to cheat me!

Qian Yuan, who was counting the peppers on the ground, twitched the corners of his mouth. What's going on!

"Are you his boss?" The strong man's eyes lit up and he reached out and shouted, "Get the money off!"

Seeing Qian Yuan stunned, the strong man stood there and bowed to the surroundings, "Everyone recognizes Ye. This guy on the ground came to the door while I was away a month ago and injured my four apprentices. Ye is open-minded and has a medical expense of twenty-five taels of silver. It's not considered a fraud."

"According to the rules, you either give money or smash your stall, and get me hit ten sticks."

The white-faced man looked painful and stared at Qian Yuan sideways. The latter was expressionless and attracted Zhang San, "Can you more than ten people hold him down?"

"Yes, but he's a local snake!" Zhang San glanced at the strong man, and wiped his pants nervously, his palms were covered in sweat.

"I'm not asking him." Qian Yuan glanced at the guy on the ground speechlessly, "I'm talking about him!"

Zhang San was very energetic, "If you can, three people are enough."

"Okay, give the money." Qian Yuan gritted his teeth and stared at the guy on the ground.

The gathered crowd quickly dispersed, and Qian Yuan asked someone to clean up the peppers on the ground, carry the white-faced man and leave.

Back at the place where he was at the gate, Qian Yuan first asked a few questions. He had been in Ningbo for more than half a month, and 500 kilograms of foreign candy had been shipped to the shop in the Jin family's Ligang. Jin Hong's eldest son Jin Liqun spent all day in Ningbo. All preparations were ready, just waiting for the east wind.

"Yeah, I'll count." Qian Yuan put the basket on the table, "Originally there were twenty-eight, but now there are sixteen left. How much does it cost?"

The white-faced man was quite calm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Twenty-five taels of silver."

"Go ahead, you're fucking twenty-five taels of silver!" Qian Yuan roared angrily, "Why don't you say two hundred and fifty taels of silver, you're fucking two hundred and fifty taels of silver!"

The white-faced man looked at Qian Yuan and lowered his head and said nothing.

"Now you have two choices, either pay back the money or sign it." Li Si took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"Didn't you call me my boss?" Qian Yuan snorted, "The monthly money is 800 million, it's high enough. I'll deduct 500 million yuan a month. When will I pay it off and when will I get out."

"Okay!" The white-faced man blurted out, grabbed the piece of paper and didn't even look at it, and bit his finger and pressed it on it.

Seeing Li Si put away the paper, Qian Yuan regretted it a little, swallowed and asked in a low voice: "How much trouble did you cause?"

"Not big." The white-faced man said casually: "He beat Ye Jinquan and his apprentices."

"Ye Jinquan?" Zhang San shouted sharply, "Zhang Songxi's apprentice?!"

"kindness."

Zhang Songxi?

It seems that Zhang Cuishan’s senior brother or junior brother came here?

Qian Yuan looked at Zhang San confused, who gave a thumbs up at the white-faced man, "Excellent, great, Zhang Songxi's generation is said to be a master of Zhang Sanfeng, and Ye Jinquan is the most outstanding apprentice under his disciple."

"Bad!" The white-faced man sneered: "If you have the ability to kill the Japanese pirates, you will kill the Japanese pirates!"

"Oh, you are from Nan Shaolin." Zhang San suddenly realized.

Qian Yuan next to him was a little confused. Is this the Ming Dynasty I am familiar with?

The opening method is not right!

What about Zhang Sanfeng, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and Nan Shaolin all ran out!

Is this the martial arts version of the Ming Dynasty?

After listening to Zhang San's explanation for a while, Qian Yuan realized that since the Japanese pirates frequently came ashore to rob, monks from South Shaolin in Putian organized to fight against the Japanese pirates, and their results were extraordinary.

Just at the beginning of this year, several monks from Nan Shaolin met Zhang Songxi in Ningbo. They first quarreled, and then started to attack. Zhang Songxi seriously injured a monk and died after half a month. The monk was the brother of a white-faced man.

So this guy came to the door to find trouble, and then Ye Jinquan asked for trouble, and then Qian Yuan inexplicably lost twenty-five taels of snowflakes.

Qian Yuan thought for a while and this guy looked like he could fight. Although he was knocked down just now, it was good to take it in as a guard. At least he was much taller than a guy like Zhang San who was known as a master...

"Can this thing be made?" Qian Yuan picked up a pepper and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it hard.

"It's gone." The white-faced man replied dryly: "There are only a few, no one took me back and took it down."

"Your brother is fighting against the Japanese, but you are not involved in the maritime businessman."

"In the entire Ningbo City, can you find a few that have nothing to do with maritime merchants?" The white-faced man spoke quite rushingly.

"Okay, can you read?"

Seeing the white-faced man shook his head, Qian Yuan sighed and waved to the paper, "If you can't understand, press the fingerprint?"

"This is a contract to sell one's body."
Chapter completed!