In the afternoon, in a corner of Wucheng, more than ten men formed a circle in the backyard of a private house. He looked at a short-haired man in the circle. The short-haired man was dressed up in an ordinary manner, with dark skin and scarred face, and looked extremely fierce. He held a scar in his right hand and showed it to others, and then threw it up. ◢Su Meng*Xiao◢.1a

The scarf unfolded in the air, square and slowly falling. Suddenly a cold light flashed, and the scarf instantly turned into two pieces up and down.

It turned out that the scarf was cut off by a man's knife.

Others could see clearly and were amazed in their hearts that the silk scarf was as thin as a cicada's wings. It was not easy to cut a stretched silk scarf in the air. The knife was indeed sharp!

The short-haired man showed the scimitar in his hand to everyone, "This is a treasure knife produced in Persia. It is a scimitar with its own flowing water marks, like ripples. This pattern cannot be made by stacking and forging, please take a look."

In the sun, everyone could see that the sword was gray, covered with beautiful flowing water patterns, layered, flowing water, which looked very beautiful, and the blade was shining with a cold light, which made people feel scared when they saw it.

"This knife is a steel knife, but it has its origin. Its steel comes from India and is called "Shelic" steel. It is said that the ore is mined from the deep mountains and was obtained by smelting fire for more than a month. It was transported to Persia. It was forged by skilled craftsmen from Persia with secret skills. It not only cuts iron like mud, but also is extremely tough."

After the short-haired man finished speaking, he held the treasure knife inverted and inserted it into the gap of the locker next to him. The blade entered 30% of the time, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it to the side.

"Ah" everyone exclaimed, and saw that the blade was obviously bent, and he felt so distressed that the knife was bent like this. The knife was going to be ruined.

However, the short-haired man let go of his hand, and the sword's body instantly rebounded, swaying constantly, making a "buzzing" sound, and finally returned to the right.

He pulled the knife out of the booth and showed it to everyone again. Everyone was amazed when they saw that the knife had no sign of bending.

The short-haired man put the knife in the scabbard hanging around his waist, then took a long wooden box from a Kunlun slave. After opening it, he saw a long scabbard with a sheath inside.

He held the wooden box to Dou Jiande aside and said respectfully, "Brother, this Persian sword is a first-class person. Please accept it."

Dou Jiande was shocked when he saw this, "Brother Zheng, this is impossible!"

"How can't you do it?" Zheng Baozhi picked up the knife and pulled it out of the sheath, but saw that the knife was covered with flowing water patterns, which was extremely beautiful. Then he put the knife in the sheath, held it in front of Dou Jiande again, and bowed and said.

"If it weren't for the protection of my brother, we would have died long ago. What would have been a knife?"

"This" Dou Jiande looked puzzled. A person next to him suddenly reached out to take the knife and stuffed it into Dou Jiande's arms. "Brother, Erlu finally made a personal appearance. It's not easy to come back once, so you can accept it."

"Hey, you, hey." Dou Jiande couldn't convince the man, holding the sword, "Heita, too, why are you trying to coax me?"

Liu Heita, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, smiled and patted Zheng Baozhi on the shoulder. "Erlu, you will have to talk to brother more and let us know more!"

"Okay, we have a lot of things to say, and we are having a drink!"

Zheng Baozhi greeted Dou Jiande and others into the room, and each entered the seat. Then he clapped his hands and signaled a few Kunlun slaves to drink, and then talked about his experiences over the years with his friends in his hometown.

Zheng Baozhi, Dou Jiande and Liu Heita were fellow villagers. They had lost their parents since childhood and lived with their uncle's family. The uncle despised the wealthy slaves and was seriously injured by him. He died. His sister-in-law remarried and took her nephew away.

Zheng Baozhi couldn't swallow this and killed Hao Nu, so he got Dou Jiande back to protect him and escaped the search. Later, Zheng Baozhi was desperate and surrendered to the "Qian Army".

There was no news for several years, but now he is the "ship owner" of "Nanyang". He is rich and powerful. He wants to recruit people in his hometown to go to Nanyang to make a fuss. No one will pursue the lawsuit against that person back then.

Zheng Baozhi's experience reminded Dou Jiande and others of the plot of the drama "Still the Horse". They couldn't ask how Zheng Baozhi, whose nickname "Erlu", was at Nanyangfa's home, but just asked about interesting overseas news.

Of course, the scar on his face first.

Zheng Baozhi smiled disapprovingly, "This scar was cut in person. It rained on the duel and the ground was a little slippery. If we were not careful, it would almost end. It's no big deal to break the appearance."

"Dull! Is it a duel in Coconut City?" Liu Heita suddenly became concerned, and the same was true for others. After all, by watching "The Stupid Horse", everyone knows that Nanyang Coconut City has rules for duels.

"That's right, there is no government in Coconut City, there are only rules. Rules are to fight one-on-one duels, and life and death are fate." Zheng Baozhi said this, drank a glass of wine and said with a smile, "People leave their hometown and are humble. In the South China Sea, we are just a humble life, and there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"Don't say that, you've made it a spoiled, right?" Liu Heita really envied Zheng Baozhi. He did nothing in his hometown. Compared with the other party, he has been scrambling for the past few years.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about Kunlun slaves, Liu Heita knew that even in Yecheng, a Kunlun slave would have to be sold for thirty cents. Zheng Baozhi now has more than ten Kunlun slaves to serve him. Isn’t this a development?

Zheng Baozhi was not humble and nodded, "So, we have to come back, thank you brother for your kindness! Come on, brother, we have made this glass of wine!"

Zheng Baozhi and Dou Jiande had a few glasses of wine in succession, and then said, "I have been having a hard time in my hometown over the years. We know, but we can't help. I just heard from my brother that I'm going to take everyone on the boat now, I wonder if it's been smooth?"

"It's smooth, but thank you for your hard work, you'll have to get enough. If you can't serve this steamship, you'll be tired by relying on the oars." Dou Jiande sighed, without any politeness.

The grain prices kept falling, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He rented the land to a trading company and went out to "work" himself, but was unwilling to be a clerk for others, so he got a few boats and took Liu Heita and other fellow villagers to start shipping.

However, the steamship is becoming more and more powerful now. By sailing on sailing, you can only make some hard money and run around all day.

Dou Jiande knew that sooner or later, the steamships would replace sailboats and occupy Yongji Canal shipping, so his small boats would probably not last for a few years.

What should I do then?

The government called on everyone to "go to Liaodong" and go to Liaodong to open up land, and allowed everyone to buy muskets in Liaodong. To be honest, this made Dou Jiande a little moved, and Liu Heita, a young master who has never been involved in the industry, is already eager to try it.

With Dou Jiande's connections, it would be no problem to raise a team of hundreds of people to "enter Liaodong". He felt that with the help of a hero like Liu Heita, he should be able to gain a foothold in Liaodong, but he was a little hesitant, fearing that the government would destroy the bridges across the river.

He took everyone to Liaodong to open up land, and the fields became mature. If the government turned against each other, what should we do then?

As he thought about it, Dou Jiande asked Zheng Baozhi, "Brother Zheng, you have a lot of knowledge. How can you tell us about your wealth?"
Chapter completed!