That night, many people tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Wang Zhi was thinking about what kind of fate this trade would bring to him, from Ding Zhan, deputy envoy of the sea route to Wang Minying, governor of Zhejiang, to Hu Zongxian, current governor of Zhejiang, Qian Yuan, governor of Zhejiang...

Qian Rui was thinking about what his son wanted to do... Qian Yuan did not deliberately hide anything like he did to others. Qian Rui could easily notice that his son did not seem to have a strong obsession with making achievements.

From abandoning the Hanlins and going south to attack the Japanese, to restraining the southeast army to recruiting Wang Zhi, to planning business... Qian Yuan did not take an orthodox civil servant career route.

Zheng Ruo once felt deeply moved in his heart. In the southeast, the Japanese turmoil has temporarily stopped and trade is feasible. There is no more tragic situation of dry bones on the roadside and uninhabited villages in the past few years... It cannot be denied that Hu Zongxian made great efforts during this period, but the person who finally portrayed all this was a young man in his twenties.

Things in the world are so wonderful. When I first met in Jiading City, how did I think I can get the present?

The genius was slightly translucent, there were already sounds in the house, and big lanterns were hanging everywhere, looking very happy.

Wang Zhi loudly scolded his subordinates for carrying out the gifts they had prepared long ago. Mao Haifeng who was asked to stay. Xu Bicheng was discussing carefully with Qian Rui, and someone was carrying fresh sea fish and shrimps... This was what Qian Yuan ordered to bring.

"Where is Zhancai?" Tang Shunzhi's eyes turned red after staying up all night.

"I didn't see it." He Xinyin, who was driving out of the door, was yawning while watching the endless stream of people coming and going, "Aren't you the same house as Jingchuan Gong?"

After a quarter of an hour, Hu Zongxian still couldn't see Qian Yuan's figure. He was a little anxious and came forward to find Wang Zhi directly.

Although it is the hot summer in June, in the early morning, the humid sea breeze comes to Qian Yuan on the top of the mountain, feeling a hint of chill.

Yang Wen took a few steps forward and put his cloak on Qian Yuan's shoulder.

"In the next half year, Qi Yuanjing, Jimei, Lu Bin, and Hou Jigao will take turns to fight, kill a small group of Japanese pirates, and even go out to sea to hunt down pirates." Qian Yuan said slowly: "In a few months, you can be promoted to guerrillas."

"Young Master..."

"The Qian family has nearly ten leaders in front and behind, and they can be the only one on their own, but you, Yang Wen, have the best qualifications, are calm and capable, and have the best leadership of the troops."

"Young Master." Yang Wen knelt on one knee next to Qian Yuan, "Since the 32nd year of Jiajing, Yang Wen has never left..."

"Get up!" Qian Yuan shouted unhappily.

Yang Wen immediately stood up, and he knew that what the young master disliked the most was kneeling down, whether it was kneeling down or others kneeling down on himself.

The Qian family guards had more than 40 people joining the army, three of whom were the generals, and most of the remaining were the captains and deputy captains, half of whom were under Qi Jimei's headquarters, and the remaining half were originally under Lu Bin's headquarters, but Qi Jiguang snatched some of them during this period.

Even though these more than 40 guards entered the army, they still maintained close contact. Zhang San had made a private agreement with everyone that when the Japanese turmoil was quelled, they would return to the Qian family's guards.

But the problem is that although the Japanese riots seem to be calmed down, the undercurrents are surging, and it is definitely not until the time when swords and guns enter Kuma and release them into the south mountain.

Qian Yuan’s words imply that he did not want Yang Wen to return, but hoped that he would stay in the army.

Is Hu Zongxian so honest?

Can Tang Shunzhi take on great responsibilities?

Does Wang Zhi have the ability to control maritime merchants and pirates?

Qi Jiguang could not stay in Ningbo forever.

Qian Yuan, who likes to ambush more, hopes that Yang Wen can become his backup, and a backup that others can see but can play a role at critical moments.

"You can lead an army alone to be promoted to guerrillas." Qian Yuan put his hands behind him, slightly cageing the cloak blown by the sea breeze, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Yang Wen calmed down and whispered: "Young Master, don't worry, you will be able to train strong soldiers for the use of the young master."

"There are two reasons for choosing you. First, you are good at commanding troops and have great military achievements, so it is not difficult to get promoted." Qian Yuan turned around and looked at Yang Wen deeply, "The second, do you still remember the time you went to sea last year?"

Yang Wen's expression changed and he bowed his head and said, "Remember."

"That person is named Tan Wei, who is from Huang Tan, the cousin of Taizhou magistrate Tan Zili, and my mother's second brother." Qian Yuan turned his head to look at the slightly red sea line, "This person is Tan Qizhi under Xu Hai's command."

"Tan Qizhi?!" Yang Wen blurted out, "No wonder..."

Wang Zhi's fleet has been wandering in Zhoushan for many days. Yesterday, the Qian family guards here had two more games with the pirates and had a drink. Yang Wen heard the pirates mention this name no less than ten times.

It is said that Xu Hai ran back to his nest, but Tan Qizhi, who was left to guard the house, suddenly counterattacked, cut off Xu Hai's head and surrendered Wang Zhi.

"Young Master..."

"Shh..."

Qian Yuan took two steps forward, put on a pergola in his hand, squinted his eyes at the sea level that was like magma pouring into the sea. Only a small part of the sun was enough to sweep away the dark darkness. The dazzling light became more and more intense, and Qian Yuan's eyes were swelling and painful, making it difficult to look directly.

Just as Hu Zongxian, Wang Zhi and others climbed to the top of the mountain from behind, Chaoyang suddenly jumped suddenly, rose from the sea level, suspended in the air, projecting a glory.

"The red sun is rising, and the way is bright." Qian Yuan murmured.

Hu Zongxian, who happened to walk behind Qian Yuan, paused, not because he heard this sentence, but because the rising sun slowly crossed Qian Yuan's head, and the dazzling sunlight reflected in Hu Zongxian's eyes.

Qian Rui, who was anxious in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, quietly took a few steps back, stood outside the crowd, looking at his son standing on the top of the mountain from afar, with a huge rock under his feet, and a cliff not far ahead, white waves surging, shaking on the stone wall, and the sea breeze whistled by, making Qian Yuan's cloak cloak.

Everyone stopped and looked at the scene silently. In their sight, Chaoyang and Qian Yuan seemed to be united. Most of the light reflected by the Chaoyang, blocked by the figure, cage Qian Yuan in it. Looking out from a distance, it was vague and hazy.

Qian Yuan slowly closed his eyes. He was never a person who was sad about spring and autumn. Although he had read a lot of books and memorized a lot of poems, he was not considered a literary youth.

He liked traveling in his previous life, but unfortunately his long-term habit of going to bed late and getting up late made him rarely appreciate the beauty of sunrise, especially the rising sun, which he had never seen before.

From the darkness where you can't see your fingers, to the faint light.

From a little bit of heat to the rising sun that sprinkles the earth.

All this is just like the hundreds of years of history that followed. Qian Yuan thought silently in his heart. The inertia of history has the power to make people timid. If you want to try to change the direction of history slightly, what you need is inspiration, strength, coincidence, and sacrifice.

Qian Yuan was unwilling to be the sacrificed person, but he really hoped that the dark time with no fingers could be spent earlier. Even if he was unwilling to do so, perhaps at the critical moment, he would still jump into the stove.

Since the 32nd year of Jiajing, Qian Yuan suffered many disasters. First, his father and brother suffered unexpected surprises, and then he was attacked by Japanese pirates several times and even kidnapped.

However, Qian Yuan always turned bad luck into good fortune, and his father and brother survived. He attacked the Japanese several times and became famous all over the world. After successfully passing the imperial examination, he was even more out of control. Jian was in the heart of the emperor and had a good relationship with King Yu and made friends with Gao Gong. Even Yan Song and Xu Jie did not dare to underestimate him.

In short, no matter when and wherever there is, Qian Yuan always takes the initiative as much as possible in his own hands. As a time traveler, he always hopes to be able to control his own destiny.

But as Tang Shunzhi said, from today on, Qian Yuan’s fate will not be completely in his own hands.

Maybe it can soar up to 90,000 miles, or it may be cursed by thousands of people.

Some people may record Qian Yuan, a slander, or hundreds of years later, will later call him a master of unseen in a thousand years.

He didn't know what would happen next, he didn't know what would bring to this land when there was enough communication between the East and the West...

But he will keep walking, keep walking...

Complex emotions surged in my heart, but when Qian Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes were in an ancient well.

He turned to look at Hu Zongxian, Wang Zhi, and suddenly smiled.
Chapter completed!