Chapter 159: I'll make the decision on this sea area

The ship moved slowly, and three fast sailing ships of about fifty tons led the way out of the port, followed by two shuttle-shaped fast boats of about twenty tons. After the five ships of Zhao Xing left the port, the utility ships collected by the people rushed to leave the port and began to form a formation near the official ship.

Then it was the turn of merchants from all over the world.

This time the flight was an attempt by Zhao Xing. He kept muttering about the benefits of armed escort in Wang Zishao's ears. Wang Zishao was annoyed by his escort, so he decided to support the escort operation with limited support and see how effective it was. Therefore, he came forward to instigate the merchants to ask for escort... The magistrate cared about the shipping safety of the merchants, and what else could the merchants say, but he could only accept the magistrate's kindness with tears.

Mizhou has no shortage of people who can sail nearshore, but what they lack is the pilots who can identify directions in the distant seas. Because identifying routes requires star-driven technology, which is a high-tech science. But if there are people leading each time they sail, then Mizhou can drive a boat to sea, and the transaction volume of the Maritime Bureau will increase greatly, which is very beneficial to Mizhou. Therefore, Wang Zishao came to see him off and was full of expectations for the results of this voyage.

After the ship left the port, it began to form a formation not far outside the port. Zhao Xing's ships lined up and observed the caravans from afar to organize the caravans. The Jurchen jumped over and asked tightly: "General, why don't you disperse your ships and lead a fleet of ships to sail?"

Zhao Xing smiled and asked back: "What is your name? What is your name?"

The Jurchens replied: "My name is Jiawen Mengge, but what does my name have to do with the formation of the fleet?"

Zhao Xing continued, "What is your brother's name?"

"My Aka's name is Jiawen Qingchen, but what does my Aka's name have to do with the fleet formation?"

Zhao Xing suddenly realized and replied: "The names of these two people have nothing to do with the fleet formation."

"I ask you why you don't send ships to lead the way. I'm asking you-ah, I'm asking you? Why..."

Zhang Yongcai felt uncomfortable when he got on the boat and wanted to vomit. The Jurchens were shouting there. He held the mast dizzyly to calm the turbulence in his heart. Deng Yufu was better, and he took a step to persuade him. Yuan Yeping suddenly stretched out his foot, stepped on his feet, and then shook his head gently.

The Jurchens were furious and crazy: "Why don't you answer me? You don't treat me as a friend!"

Zhao Xing nodded and said sincerely: "I really don't treat you as a friend - friends have a friendship with wealth, but you won't give me your property, nor do I. So, for me, you can only be a trading partner. I only talk about prices when trading with others, and I don't like to ask questions. So, you are not a qualified trading partner."

The Jurchen muttered aggrievedly: "But I treat you as Aka..."

"Akar" is not a Jurchen word, but a Khitan word, meaning "brother".

Zhao Xing was not moved by the other party's sincerity at all. He said with a stern face and said, "You can't do trade; you can't do naval battles; you don't understand the formation of fleets, so don't point fingers at me. You should always know that the clenched fists are powerful to hit people, and the split fingers are a shrew scratching itch. My fleet is gathered together, and this is the regular naval battle formation - you ask this, it involves military secrets. You shouldn't ask!"

Brother Wen Meng stared at the bull's eyes and panted. Zhao Xing looked at him with his back, ignoring the other party's anger at all. He only used an exquisite telescope in his hand to observe the situation of the fleet. Yuan Yeping looked at the Jurchen youth who was in a bad mood. He gently took off his clogs, nailed the two clogs neatly to one side, stood barefoot to the position of the Jurchen man, and pressed the handle of the knife on his hand.

In this position, Yuan Yeping is confident that he can quickly draw the knife before the other party draws the knife, and wave the other party twice in one stroke.

The ship fell into silence, leaving only the Jurchen man panting; only Zhao Xing was giving a series of commands to direct the fleet forward; only the sailors responded...

After the fleet spontaneously formed several small gangs, Zhao Xing ordered the fleet to move forward. After the entire huge fleet began to move forward, Zhao Xing put away the telescope, turned around, looked at Wen Meng, who was still panting and gasping for breath, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? You haven't left yet? You've been blowing for a long time. I guess you also know: I'm big, and you can't blow me away with this little lung capacity. Why are you still here for?"

After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he smiled apologetically. The other party didn't understand what he said, but knew it was not a good thing. The man took a long breath and said in a loud voice like a quarrel: "I never attack people behind my back. You just turned your back to me, so I won't hit you. Now you have turned around and I want to compete with you."

The Jurchens never attack people behind their backs - Come on, no one can coax Zhao Xing. He rushed to Brother Wen Meng, shook his head and said lightly: "I won't fight you, the boat is full of mine. I will fight you. When you look back, your brother will say that I bully you, and I have a habit: once you take action, you will never show mercy."

Brother Wen Meng shouted: "Let's go to the shore to fight."

Zhao Xing had a very kind smile, and he said gentlely: "Betting?"

Seeing that the other party didn't understand, he immediately added: "I spend thousands of people a day, spend time fighting with you? I won't do anything that is ineffective."

Is this still an official from the Song Dynasty?

Brother Wen Meng was fainted. As far as he knew, the officials of the Song Dynasty were all kind-hearted and gentlemen. They were afraid that others would suffer losses during transactions. Even if you took a rotten iron nail to be a national treasure of the country, the other party’s reward could make you buy a boat. Why did he meet such a tricky and weird official who refused to suffer losses everywhere?

"I'll bet on half a ship cargo with you!"

"You can't afford to bet! As far as I know, your place has suffered a severe drought this year. Your ship is full of food. If you lose half of the ship, your tribe will starve half to death. So you can't afford to bet. I'm also worried that after you lose, you will cry to Dengzhou and tell the local officials that I'll bully you. I won't do such things that you have lost or not."

"Coward! Coward! Drive! Under the head!..."

"Driven" and "Under the Head" are both the names of the Khitans for the plundered Han slaves. At this time, the Jurchens had poor vocabulary and could not think of any words to curse, so they used the name "Han slave" of the Khitans to insult Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing seemed to have not heard it, and directed the sailor to lift Zhang Yong into the cabin. His face was calm. But when he was careful to observe Yuan Yeping, he found that the blue veins on Zhao Xing's forehead were jumping. At this time, no one on the crew came to persuade him. Their eyes looked at Jia Wen Meng Ge were strange. It was better to say that jealousy than angry. They were all looking at Jia Wen Meng Ge with pity. Some were still shaking their heads and sighing, while others muttered in a low voice. The dialects spoken by these sailors were everywhere, and neither Deng Yufu nor Yuan Yeping could hear clearly.

The ship bypassed the tip of the Shandong Peninsula that night, and the ships heading to Japan moved south in a separate lane. The ships heading to Goryeo originally planned to anchor the ground, but in the twilight, two huge ships came from afar, making them afraid to lower the speed of the ship at will and vigilantly maintain a distance of escape at any time.

When Zhang Yong saw the arrival ship getting closer and closer, he blurted out: "Li Ren, are these the two thunder and fire ships you mentioned?"

Deng Yufu was surprised. He opened his mouth to ask. Yuan Yeping had already stretched out his feet and gently swayed his head back, signaling him to pay attention to Brother Wen Meng who was walking over.

Brother Wen Meng saw the coming ship getting closer and closer, and was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth and asked stammeringly: "Are these the two sea god boats built by His Majesty of the Emperor of Shenzong?"

Zhang Yong didn't bother to answer. He had recovered from his vomiting at this time. Seeing Zhao Xing holding the exquisite tube object, he couldn't help but reach out to take it. He raised it in front of him like Zhao Xing, and immediately let out a shocking shout.

This is not the giant boat of the Shenzong. The giant boat of the Shenzong has sailed once, and there is no record of it ever since. The Japanese once salvaged Song ships sunk near the Sea of ​​Japan in modern times for research and found that those Song ships were stacked with plates and plates together. This structure of ships was also the reason why hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops were swallowed by the waves in the Sea of ​​Japan. Later, the Japanese speculated based on this that the hasty-built Shenzong ship was probably also using this structure. It was a "single-use ship" and could only sail once, and the hull disintegrated immediately.

The Japanese may have said too much because they described the Mongolian-made ship as Song ships. Although it was also made by the captured Song ship craftsman, the two were different... However, Zhao Xing was not an archaeological expert. He was unintentionally judging the differences between the two, which made the Jurchens misunderstand, and he was very happy.

"Yes, yes," Zhao Xing agreed repeatedly: "This escort is of great significance, so we specially transferred these two giant boats from the south. If this escort is successful, I hope that in the future, you will not be afraid of the Liao people, come and go, and sell horses for me, the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Xing spoke very kindly, and the Jurchen rolled his eyes. He was shocked by the two giant boats in front of him and could not say sarcastic words for a while.

The wind was quite strong on the sea surface, and the sea surface in October was already a little cold. Deng Yufu found that the crew members took out a small silver pot from their arms from time to time and raised it to their mouths to take a few sips. He was a little curious and was about to take it from the crew to take a look, but Zhao Xing also found a small flat silver pot from his arms. He unscrewed the cap, poured the white liquid in the pot on the cap, and drank it in one mouthful. As he moved, a faint fragrance of wine came from the wind. Deng Yufu sniffed, and Zhao Xing poured a bottle cap and handed it to him.

"What a spicy wine!" Deng Yufu drank it in one sip, feeling a warm current surge in his stomach. At this time, a sailor ran to the deck with a basket. When passing by Deng Yufu and Zhang Yong, he stuffed a small silver pot into each of them.

Knowing the purpose of this wine pot, the two quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips of spicy wine to keep warm. On the other side, the Jurchens looked here eagerly, and Zhao Xing poured a bottle cap on the other party. The Jurchens drank it and were very satisfied.

"Is there any more? Is there any more?"

Zhao Xing spread his hands: "Ten taels of gold!"

The Jurchen man smacked his lips, took out a bag of golden sand from his arms, threw it to Zhao Xing, and said generously: "Your title will only be more or less."

Zhao Xing actually threw the bag of golden sand to the sailor and ordered: "Test it first, weigh it enough for ten taels, wrap the rest and give it to this man."

The Jurchen took a pot of wine from the sailor, raised his neck and went down half a pot, smacked his lips, took the excess golden sand that the sailor had returned, weighed it with his hands, and said curiously: "You really only have ten taels left... You say you are a person who is petty and greedy for money, but you don't look like a person who can take advantage of others. Strange! How could there be such a strange officer in the Song Dynasty?"

Zhao Xing ignored him and shouted at the sailor on the mast: "Light up the military flag, send a signal, let the other party lean over slowly, and quickly release the spiral ladder."

The hull is very large. Zhao Xing is a fast sailing ship of 50 tons. The hull is a large ship of 50 tons. The two ships have a very different sideways. After throwing the rope ladder, Zhao Xing asked Zhang Yong: "I'm going to transfer the ship, how are you?"

"No, don't, this sea has no bottom. If it falls down and sinks to the point where it will be counted? I won't turn the boat, this boat is pretty good," Zhang Yong yelled tightly: "Don't leave either, you know, our family doesn't understand the navy. I can't stand firmly now. You can't leave me alone on the boat."

Zhao Xing thought for a while and gave up: "Okay, let their ship come to ten fighters and five crossbowmen."

The order was issued at one time. Among the five small boats where Zhao Xing was located, a shrinking fast boat and a medium-sized fast sailing boat sailed towards the rear of the fleet. The two giant boats took Zhao Xing's ship and the remaining two large and small boats, and the lights lit up and headed towards the Bohai Bay.

When we arrived near the modern Dadonggou, the Goryeo ship turned east, and some small utility ships escorted the Goryeo ship toward the Goryeo, and then Zhao Xing ordered the anchor to break down. By the time sunset, the ship sailed out of the Dadonggou and leaned towards the vicinity of the Hosu Pavilion (Dalian).

"Although you give me a drink, I still invite you to go ashore," said Brother Wen Meng, fiercely.

Zhao Xing grinned and asked, "Is the wine good to drink?"

Brother Wen Meng licked his lips and replied: "It's delicious!"

Zhao Xing stamped his feet and said, "There are five hundred jars of wine hidden in the cabin under my feet. Each jar of wine contains fifty kilograms. How many horses do you think can be exchanged for a jar? What I want is a stallion, and you can't fool me with those geldings."

Brother Wen Meng's eyes turned: "Two altars to exchange for one horse."

Zhao Xing shook his head: "This is strong wine. Only fifty kilograms of grain can produce one kilogram of such strong wine. Five hundred kilograms of grain, how can I change to another horse? My jar filled with one hundred kilograms... Forget it, I won't talk to you. I will send someone ashore to find someone who is willing to talk to me for a deal."

Brother Wen Meng grabbed Zhao Xing's shoulder and said anxiously: "One jar of one horse can't be more. You have five hundred jars, I'll give you five hundred war horses. Can you pull it away at once? That's not a stone."

Zhao Xing waved the utility ships outside with his hand and replied: "The ballasts of these ships are all water and stones, and they are all here to load horses."

Brother Wen Meng tightened his fingers, pinched Zhao Xing's shoulder vigorously, and said, "It's late autumn now, it's snowing in Liaodong. Who would drive hundreds of horses to the beach? If you look for someone else, you can only get five hundred horses at most, and it's impossible to have more."

Zhao Xing was still smiling. He suddenly held Brother Wen Meng's wrist and twisted his arm gently. Brother Wen Meng felt a severe pain in the joints on his hand. His body was twisted halfway with the joints, and he had to let go of the pinching Zhao Xing. Then, before he could react, Zhao Xing gently sent his hand out. He staggered back a few steps and sat down to the ground with a devil.

As if nothing happened, Zhao Xing smiled gently and said, "I told you that I learned the method of killing people, not the kind of martial arts competition (dance competition) skills of performing. You should be glad that the sun is very warm today, so warm that I have no desire to kill at all."

Brother Wen Meng sat down on the ground and thought for a long time. He couldn't even recall how he sat down. He felt that the other party put his hand on his hand and the joints of his wrist twisted, and then he felt like he was struggling. How did this happen? Brother Wen Meng actually bargained with the other party without paying attention. But after thinking for a while, he suddenly figured out and his cold sweat was blowing.

It was not until this moment that he knew how lucky he was. Just now, the other party had only one hand. Meng Ge, who was proficient in wrestling, knew that if the other party knocked at his feet from now on, he would fall face down and fall; if he was pulled into his arms and hit his other shoulder horizontally, his shoulder would be dislocated; if the other party held a knife in the other hand, just hold his hand that was twisted and pulled gently, his chest would hit the knife...

The officer in front of him said the same thing as he was, he was obviously proficient in killing skills.

There are also similar techniques for Jurchens, which they learned from the Bohai people. Later, they integrated this method into the wrestling moves... But they didn't know that the Bohai people learned from the Tang people, and this joint twisting technique was called "Tang Hand" by the Bohai people.

People in the Song Dynasty said that the Jurchen tribe "has its real name Zhu Lizhen, and the other words are misinformed as Jurchen." It can be seen that Zhu Lizhen is a Chinese name. In order to avoid the taboo of Yelu Zhen of the Liao Xingzong, he changed his name to Nuzhi and also wrote a female consul.

The first year of Liaotian Xian

(926) Taizu Yelu Abaoji destroyed the Bohai Sea. Some Jurchens moved south with the Bohai people and were classified as "Mature Jurchens" and were called "Mature Jurchens"; the Jurchens who stayed in their hometowns had not been registered as "Birth of Jurchens". The Wanyan tribe of the Jurchens gradually became stronger. Aguda raised an army to fight against Liao in 1068 and gradually began to establish a country. It has been 20 years since then.

The "maturity Jurchen" included in Liaodi is also called "Hesu Pavilion", and is also called "Hesu Pavilion". Hesu Gun means "barbarians" in the Jurchen word. Jia Wen Mengge belongs to the "Hsu Pavilion" Jurchens and often trades with the Song Dynasty.

During the next trip, Wen Mengge was very obedient, just sitting on the boat to watch the scenery until the fleet entered the port of Hesuguan - that is, the modern Dalian. Mengge's brothers' boat leaned on. At this time, Mengge's arrogance had disappeared. He honestly talked to Zhao Xing. After he agreed, he jumped on his brother's boat and leaned on the shore without taking the wine.

Zhao Xing's ship did not enter the port, which was Zhang Yong's suggestion. He thought that safety was the most important thing in a dangerous place. However, Zhang Yong didn't understand why Meng Ge finished the price and did not pick up the goods and ran directly to the shore. He sighed: "This Jurchen is so honest!"

Zhao Xing looked at the shadow of the ship that was leaving and replied: "That's because I didn't take a little more of his golden sand just now, so he believed in my credibility and went to the shore to prepare for the war horses. Good credibility is low cost, isn't it?"

Zhang Yong shook his head: "How could you buy horses from the Jurchens? Those Jurchen horses are not as tall as yours and are good at running. How big is the size of the horse? A small boat cannot hold many horses. How much can it be sold after all the hardships? "

Zhao Xing settled the score for Zhang Yong with his fingers: "A war horse can be sold for 100 guan in Dengzhou, and a small boat can be equipped with ten horses. It took us three days to go back and forth. From here to Dengzhou, we can go back and forth one day. If these small boats transport ten guan a day, they can earn 1,000 guan a day. What business is more valuable than this?"

Deng Yufu added next to it: "There is also Jinsha. It is agreed that a jar of wine will be exchanged for a war horse. Ten taels of Jinsha. Our boat can also purchase a batch of animal skins locally. After all, this trip will not be a loss. It seems that the escort of the utility ship in the future is indeed very beneficial. We have to build more ships and leave people. Do you still use the effective quota? My family also has three ships."

"There is no limit on the utility of the 'General'," Zhang Yong already understood: "This is the equivalent of self-produced weapons, war horses and equipment, and it is only named in the army. The court does not check it normally and does not pay any salary. It is too much, and there is no account. It is great. Why do you think my brain is so dead? Why didn't I expect how much money I made in the past six months?"

"Splitting the spoils", Zhao Xing said happily: "Ship that have not received warlike training may not dare to come here. My ship brings up to ten escorts at a time, and there are more - there are more escort ships than merchant ships. Don't people laugh at them? Let's make a charter to assign how each company takes off the ship and how to use the civilian utility?"

Several people were talking, and those small boats of utility were entering the port one by one. They would be responsible for paying the payment and purchasing the goods needed at the dock, and the payment for the goods was eventually deducted from the price of the wine to Zhao Xing.

After a while, all the utility ships entered the port, and only Zhao Xing's seven ships were left on the sea. These ships did not dare to get off the anchor, so they walked around the port. They took the opportunity to practice command skills such as turning, grouping, and rank.

At dawn, a small boat sailed out of the port and sent Zhao Xing a book of accounts. The book contains the cargo value of the goods purchased by the utility ships. After Zhao Xing signed and approved it, he retreated five nautical miles and got off the anchor. The ship stopped at the Jinzhou Wharf for three days. After the equivalent ship filled all the cargo, it began to sail out of the port one by one. They would sail towards the Dengzhou Wharf. The more than 100 war horses that could not be loaded were funded by the Jiawen brothers and hired several large wooden boats to carry them to Dengzhou together.

This time, the brothers Jiawen brought more than 100 people. After they emptied the wine from Zhao Xing's original boat, several people stayed on Zhao Xing's boat and planned to go to Dengzhou together. They had already collected a batch of wine at the dock, and this time they planned to take advantage of the armed escort to Dengzhou and travel to the sea and land. It just so happened that Zhao Xing hired their merchant ship to transport horses, so that they could earn double the cargo on the way back.
To be continued...