"Master! The goods you broke into this time are quite big. Master...!" After all, the dog-legger is a son of the Zheng family. He feels that his roots are in the Zheng family. Now that he is leaving the Zheng family, he feels empty.

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"You still care so much? You are also responsible for beating up the Marshal's niece. If you are caught and taken back, according to the Marshal's temper, you will be cut to pieces with a thousand knives.

That is a man who has millions of lives in his hands. In his eyes, you are not even an ant.

Run away while you still have your life. You still have to worry about uncle's affairs! Are you worthy?" Zheng Mang sneered at the loser with extreme disdain.

The dog-legged man lowered his head. He was a slave of the Zheng family. He had been a slave since birth. Whatever his master told him to do, he had to do it. There was no other way. Who makes others the master and becomes a slave himself?

As a son of a family, he was used to being insulted, especially by his master Zheng Mang, who had been arrogant and domineering since he was a child.

Seeing that the dog-legged person was a little lonely, Zheng Mang didn't feel anything at all. The dog-legged person is a dog-legged person, and the master is the master.

But after all, he comes from a wealthy family, and he has heard about things like giving a sweet date a slap in the face since he was a child. After all, for a long time to come, he will only have such a bitch around him. If even he didn't

With his own ability to survive, he probably won't survive very long.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. Nothing will happen to the Zheng family. As you know, my uncle is now a minister, and my cousin is the young minister of Honglu Temple.

Our Zheng family is also a wealthy family in Fujian. You can rest assured that Li Xiao will not dare to touch the great master no matter how domineering he is." After comforting his only horse boy, Zheng Mang boarded the carriage at the airship landing site.

The coachman obviously didn't know who this young master was, but looking at his luxurious clothes, he knew he must be a worker from a wealthy family.

Airships are not just for anyone who wants to take them. Anyway, in the past few years at the airship landing site, the people I saw getting off the airship were either rich or noble.

"Master! Where are you going?" The coachman took a silver dollar from the loser and immediately became happy and asked in a thick Jiaonan accent.

"Uh...!" There was no response from behind because they couldn't understand Jiaonan dialect.

Compared with Ming Dynasty Mandarin, Jiaonan dialect is simply another language.

"Master, do you understand?" The dog-legged man looked helplessly at the well-informed young master.

It's a pity that Zheng Mang cannot understand the weird Jiaonan dialect like him.

However, this did not faze the clever young master Zheng. An idea struck Zheng Mang, who took out a small notebook and wrote the word "pier" on it with a pencil.

The small notebook was handed to the coachman. Unexpectedly, the coachman was also confused.

Master Zheng was desperate. This driver didn't know how to read.

There is nothing you can do about it, or it seems a bit difficult to expect him to understand what you are saying.

"Jimo! Jimo! We are going to Jimo." Zheng Mang yelled at his neck. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything even if he yelled at his neck.

His Mandarin speaking originally had a southern accent, but now he was facing a coachman with a strong Jiaodong accent. The two of them spoke like chickens and ducks.

Fortunately, although the coachman is illiterate, he is not stupid.

The carriage moved along the road, taking advantage of the last ray of sunset to enter Jimo City. The carriage stopped in front of an inn, and the carriage driver stopped the carriage and walked off.

Zheng Mang held the revolver tightly in his hand. If this guy did anything wrong, he would shoot immediately.

Not long after the coachman entered the inn, a man in green clothes and a small hat ran out.

"Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?" When the waiter saw Zheng Mang, he immediately nodded and bowed with a flattering smile on his face.

"Can you speak Mandarin?" Zheng Mang felt as if he had met a relative. He wanted to jump off the carriage and kiss the waiter.

"What I do is the business of the inn, and I receive merchants from the north and south. Naturally, I need to know the Ming Dynasty Mandarin." The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then he understood.

Just now in the wilderness, they were dragged around by a guy who didn't understand what he was saying. They must have been frightened enough.

"Don't worry, sir. Although Boss Che is a bit naive, he is still a good citizen. This is already Jimo City, so you can rest assured and safe.

The owner of the shop has been here for over a hundred years. It is one of the best old shops in Jimo City. The room is clean and the food is decent. It will definitely make your stay comfortable!"

The waiter at the shop started talking and seemed extremely enthusiastic.

"Brother, I'll give you a silver dollar. Take us to the dock. We have something urgent to go to North Korea." Zheng Mang was very smart. He knew that the airship would land in Fuzhou tonight.

When I arrived in Fuzhou, my uncle Zheng Zhibao must have received the telegram.

If he knew that he had disembarked from the airship in Jimo on the way and received a telegram from the capital, the officials from Jimo would be dispatched to arrest him. The most important thing now was to get out to sea as soon as possible. No matter where he was, he could evade pursuit as long as he reached the sea.

It is too difficult to find a ship in the vast sea.

The current Ming Navy actually has little presence in the Ming Sea. In places like Jimo, there are only a few small boats.

Only in the Lushun Military Port were there a few ironclad ships. Their biggest task was to train qualified sailors and officers for the Ming Dynasty Navy.

This is due to the super strong national power of the Ming Dynasty. In the waters of the Ming Dynasty, there is no maritime power that can compete with the Ming Dynasty.

"Let's go to North Korea! It's winter now, and the sea is very rough. I'm afraid no one is willing to go to sea at this time." The waiter in the shop was a little embarrassed. He was itching to see a silver coin but couldn't get it in his hand.

After all, there are not many high-rollers in places like Jimo who are willing to reward one silver coin at a time.

"Brother, help me think of a solution." Goujizi took the waiter's hand and put the silver coin into his hand.

"Oh! By the way, I remembered. There are a few Japanese people living in our store. I heard from their gossips that they seem to be going back to Japan recently. If you can negotiate with them, you can probably take their boat.

Korea."

It is indeed easy to do things if you have money. With an extra silver dollar in your hand, the waiter's mind immediately became more active.

Soon, I had another silver dollar in my hand.

"Take us to meet those Japanese people. As long as you help us facilitate this, we will be rewarded with a silver dollar after the event is completed."

"Ouch! How dare I be a guest and reward you like this?" The waiter in the shop was ecstatic. Although he said this, he honestly put the silver coins into his arms.

"Please, sir!" The waiter hurriedly welcomed Zheng Mang out of the carriage and walked into the store with Zheng Mang and Goujizi.
Chapter completed!