Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 80

In an inn in Mingyan City, Fu Ziming put down the Immortal Immortal Wine and wiped his mouth with a lot of interest.

He has been in business for so many years and saved a lot of money, so naturally he has drunk a lot of fine wine.

But it is the first time to try a unique flavor like Tibetan Immortal Wine.

Rich bouquet, sweet and delicious!

If you buy a batch of Tibetan fairy wine to take back, it must be a good gift.

But it's a pity that he doesn't have much silver taels now, and a catty of Tibetan Immortal Wine needs nearly one tael of silver.

In fact, it is a steady profit without loss, and he can buy two taels of silver when he brings it back to the Qing Dynasty.

After he sells the silk and tea that he brought out after going through many checkpoints, he will have money to buy wine.

Boom boom boom!
At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door, Fu Ziming frowned, and he got up to put away the hidden fairy wine.

"Come in."

With the permission of his boss, his subordinates immediately opened the door and walked in. He said to Fu Ziming in panic:

"Boss, something is wrong! Something is wrong! This is the place of hypocrisy!"

"What a mess, tell me clearly."

Fu Ziming's face darkened, and his subordinates quickly reorganized their words.

"Boss, the Yanping King of Daming who is now in charge of Manila City!"

This time Fu Ziming finally understood, he looked at his subordinates in surprise and asked, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Boss, you can't be wrong. I've already inquired clearly. Now the man who controls the city of Manila is Zheng Kezang, the son of Yanping King Zheng Jing. Boss, let's run quickly. This is a false site. If the false sea bandits If you catch it, you might be decapitated!"

His men were panicked, but Fu Ziming was still in a daze.

King Yanping of Ming Dynasty!
It turned out to be Daming!
At this moment Fu Ziming wanted to understand a lot.

Those unfamiliar flags he saw before, the sun and the moon, aren't they the sun and moon flags of Ming Dynasty?
There are also those mighty Chinese soldiers on the pier, and the long-haired pedestrians in the city, all of which indicate that this is the territory of the Han people.

Fu Ziming is fifty-six this year and has experienced the Ming and Qing dynasties.

As a Han Chinese, the existence of Daming has very complicated meanings to him.

Although the environment at the end of the Ming Dynasty was definitely not friendly to ordinary people, at least the imperial court was oriented toward the Han people at that time.

But now, the country is ruled by the Qing Dynasty, the Eight Banners are superior to others, and ordinary Han people are like slaves, and they are forced to shave this disgusting hairstyle!

Just now on the street, when he saw the familiar bun of the passers-by, he was full of envy.

His body is hair and skin, his parents dare not hurt him, and he is the beginning of filial piety. Even if he is dead now, he has no face to face his ancestors.

He originally thought that Daming had long been left on an isolated island, but he never expected to see him again overseas!

And this Daming of King Yanping looks much better than the previous Daming.

At least, the vigor on the faces of the common people is hard to see no matter in the previous Ming Dynasty or the current Qing Dynasty.

"Why panic, if someone wants to kill your head, do you think you can still enter the city and live to this day? And you have to remember that we are just ordinary businessmen, no different from the people here."

Fu Ziming glared at the little guy. This guy is only 17 years old this year. When he was sensible, Daming had already been wiped out. The two had no intersection at all. That's why they panicked when they found out that this place was controlled by King Yanping of Daming.

After all, in his consciousness, he himself is from the Qing Dynasty, and he stands on the opposite side of the Ming Dynasty.

"It seems, too."

The subordinate also reacted, touched his head, and smiled awkwardly.

"Boss, what should we do then?"

"What should I do? Of course, continue to sell things! This trip is a beheading business. We worked so hard to get out of it. I don't want to leave if I don't make a lot of money!" Fu Ziming said angrily.

"Hurry up and find a master and shave your head bald!" Fu Ziming held his hand steady.

They can still come in with braids, which shows that the situation is not at the most critical time.

……

A manor in London, England.

"Master Earl, Master John is dying!"

A housekeeper rushed into the study, and with a word, Earl Oliver, who was still in a daze, was awakened.

He stood up abruptly, looked at the housekeeper in shock, and then rushed out of the study, towards his son's bedroom.

Opening the bedroom door, he saw the eldest son on the hospital bed at a glance.

"God bless! Little John, what's the matter with you!"

Little John, who has experienced all kinds of starvation and bloodletting treatments by well-trained doctors in England, is almost out of shape at this moment.

Earl Oliver walked over quickly, reaching out his hand to touch his son's cheek.

At this time, the doctor in the room, who was tightly covered, hurriedly reminded:
"My lord, malaria is contagious to a certain extent. For your health, please don't get too close."

Earl Oliver glanced dissatisfied at the doctor who reminded him.

"Mr. Henry, drive this damned quack out of the manor!"

he called to the butler.

"No! Earl, you can't do this, Master John still needs to continue treatment, he can't leave my care!"

When the doctor heard that he was going to drive him away, he immediately panicked. He had been busy for so long, so it was all in vain. Seeing that it had some effect, he wanted to drive him away. What an abominable nobleman!
Unexpectedly, when Earl Oliver heard the words of the trained doctor, he became even more angry.

"Continue treatment? Could it be that you still want to continue bloodletting Little John?"

"My lord, this is how the disease is cured. Bloodletting is the best medical method!"

Trained doctors argue.

In fact, bloodletting treatment is not as imagined to cut open the blood with a knife, most of the time it is just to put the leech on the finger to suck out a small amount of poisonous blood.

At that time, when Europeans encountered diseases of unknown etiology, they used brandy to rub their temples for mild cases, and bloodletting for severe cases.

Of course, most of the time it is just a psychological comfort, and it has no effect at all.

Earl Oliver didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he waved his hand, and the butler took the doctor down with a few servants.

The person was taken down, and the room was immediately quieter. Earl Oliver stretched out his hand and touched his son's face distressedly.

His son has been adventurous since he was a child, and his dream is to explore the world by sea boat like those adventurers before him.

I went to the New World a while ago, and I contracted malaria not long after I came back.

It was fever and sweating again, and the condition could not be controlled at all.

This is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for Earl Oliver.

For in this day and age malaria is almost synonymous with death, and poor little John has it!

In order to cure his son, Earl Oliver could only seek medical treatment everywhere.

But how can malaria be so easy to treat?
After finding a well-trained famous doctor and performing various manipulations and treatments, Little John not only showed no signs of improvement, but his health became worse and worse.

Until he obtained some magical potions from Daming on a merchant ship coming from the east.

That's right, the owner of this ship is Sir Thomas, and he returned to England with Ye Mingzhu!

(End of this chapter)