Christmas in August 1881, along the coast of Fujian.

Under the blue and blue sky in southern China, the sea breeze blows, and the sea waves are layered. In the eyes of the flying birds, a boat appears at the line of the beautiful scenery between the sea and the sky. First, the mast tip, then the sails, chimneys, and finally the hull like a shuttle, as if it was slowly climbing up, like a brushed wolf's hair pulled straight down on the blue stone ball.

This boat is not big and not advanced in technology. It is a small steamship with double power powered by wooden steam sails. It seems that it can't bear to disturb the summer seascape. It did not open the steam engine to emit annoying black smoke, but it just raised the sails. The white sail was full of wind and spread out completely in front, as if it had grown white wings and flew forward with an orange-red hull.

This two-masted boat is called the "Yangrui". It was originally a sea-song ship. It was leased by a wealthy man in the Shanghai Concession. The rent is not expensive, with a year of 1,300 taels. It is specifically used for freight passenger transport from Shanghai Ningbo, Qing Dynasty to Haijing, Hong Kong.

However, its ship tickets and freight prices are not cheap. Its advantage over monopoly shipping groups is to turn a blind eye to the cargo and passenger identity, take a casual look at the passport, or record the goods as the customer says; if something happens to an audit, the monopoly company will pay a large fine. If something happens to the ship, the owner may directly ask the bag company to go bankrupt and change the brand.

This is also the reason why passengers do not choose to monopolize the cheap shipping tickets of companies. It was bought to serve some people who don’t want to see the light, and may have some illegal guests; or they are anxious to get on the road, and they have no choice. They have no time to wait for a regular passenger cargo ship.

Because of the strong sea breeze and beautiful scenery, guests walked out of the stuffy hatch doors and took a breather on the upper deck.

The journey was boring and boring. The guests chatted with each other. Some made friends as soon as they got on the boat, while others looked introverted and ignored anyone.

Fu Renyong sat on the tea table under the awning, holding a tea cup and looking at the people on the deck.

He was a decent young man with white face, short eyebrows, thin eyes, a flat nose, and a medium figure. He had a delicate mustache, wearing a silk gown and a mandarin jacket, and when he crossed his legs, he showed traditional-style thousand-layer cloth shoes, a silver pocket watch chain hanging outside the jacket, an exquisite jade ring on his fingers, and a short jacket stood by his side to serve him. He looked like a successful businessman in the Qing Dynasty.

But his goods were actually antiques dug from tombs robbed from the Ming Dynasty tombs. He was a cultural relics smuggler.

However, he seemed to be a gossiper. He was whispering with the followers behind him about the guests in front of him:

"The fat man in Room No. 3 has a smell of opium. I heard that he was the accountant who ran away with money";

"Which business is he carrying?"

"That thin man is from Room 5. We played mahjong yesterday. Maybe he was a spy from the Huai Army";

"Xiao Li, who did you hear? Not necessarily? It depends on the situation, just to issue false ship tickets and freight invoices for this ship."

"The young couple named Li holding the child is said to be anxious to go home to see a serious illness relative."

"That's a loss. The tickets for this boat are expensive."

"On the other side of the railing, the two always peek at people with their eyes. I heard that Annan smugglers."

"Why, I can't make it in Shanghai anymore. I ran to Haijing again?"

"Castroom No. 8 seems to be a Japanese man, sneaky. He was originally on board with six people, but now he is the only one in the cabin. I have never seen him leave the cabin during the day. Everyone says he is a personal trafficker..."

"Human traffickers? Damn, those kind of people's 'goods' will not have fake passports and good citizen certificates, and they can't even speak Chinese. If you are found, it will be troublesome! Don't implicate us!"

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The two were talking happily, and two more people came in from the shadow of the awning. Fu Renyong looked up and immediately stood up with a smile on his face and greeted him with a smile, saying, "Mr. Kishida Yinka and Mr. Nohi Tadao are here to blow the wind? Please sit down, please sit down."

The people came were two Japanese, one middle-aged and the other young. The middle-aged man was wearing a well-fitting suit, with kind eyes, curly hair and lush beard. When he saw Fu Renyong, he nodded and bowed repeatedly. Because Japan did not hold his fist, he bowed and reached out to shake hands intimately, looking polite;

The young man with a Japanese bun and Rendanhu was wearing a more ostentatious style: he had a big Japanese robe, with wooden clogs under his feet and a Japanese knife in his waist. He always held his hands in his arms very arrogantly, and his expression also looked very fierce. However, for those who often travel to Shanghai Haisong, this kind of Japanese dress is not rare. Both places are the pearls of the Far East, and the trade destination of the All Nations means the Ten Thousand Worlds diorama, no matter what you wear.

After Kishida sat down, he opened his mouth in a stiff Chinese: "Mr. Fu, I didn't see you coming out yesterday."

"Ha, yesterday, Mr. Tang, Mr. Liu and others played mahjong in the cabin." Fu Renyong laughed and poured tea for the two Japanese attentively.

Kishida smiled and said, "Mr. Fu is so elegant. Last time I talked about antiques with Mr. Fu, I gained a lot. It's like March if I haven't seen each other for a day."

He has a bad pronunciation in Chinese, but he speaks clearly in Chinese and uses the right words. It seems that he is already a Chinese master.

"Aren't you going to visit Hong Kong and Haijing and want to set up a branch of "Leshantang"? If you want to buy any antiques, you might as well find me to do it. Our pomegranate flowers have branches in Haijing and Hong Kong." Fu Renyong said: "And aren't you most interested in ancient books? Although I am not an expert in this regard, Haijing and Hong Kong have many friends in Hong Kong and Shanghai, so I can recommend it for you."

Kishida thanked him repeatedly, then remembered something, took out a box from his arms, handed it to Fu Renyong, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, I hit it off when I chatted with Mr. Fu last time, but I didn't bring the gift in a hurry. It was really a pity. This is the eye drop produced by my Leshantang. The formula is given by my teacher: Dr. James Curtis Hepburn. It has miraculous effects on eye diseases. Please accept it."

Fu Renyong took the gift a few times and accepted it, but he was also a versatile person. He immediately took out a fine-cover pen and a paper fan from his arms to give it to the two of them, saying, "Mr. Kishida, you are not only a successful businessman. He used to be the main writer of the Tokyo Hiri Shimbun. He had a strong pen and talked about current affairs. He was one of the four famous reporters in Japan. This pen with engraved pomegranate flowers was carefully made by my shop, specially prepared for talented people like you. Please accept it. This paper fan is painted as "White Crane, Pine and Cypress", which means noble and loyalty. I will give it to Mr. Nobi, and please accept it."

Nobi's hearing was not good. He took the paper fan and opened it. His eyes lit up. Kishida next to him explained it in Japanese. Nobi was obviously overjoyed and reached out to ask for paper and pen from the crew next to him. He wrote a banner in traditional Chinese characters for Fu Renyong.

The paper says "Heyuan, Song, Mr. Xie Fu, Ye, respectful"

At that time, the two countries had the same culture and were both in the Confucian cultural circle. The Japanese knew it and there was no problem in writing traditional Chinese characters. The literacy elites of the two countries. For example, samurai and Confucian scholars could talk directly with their pens.

"Wow, I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it. It's just a little thing." Fu Renyong was immediately modest.

Just as the two groups of people thanked each other and were humble, they came over and smiled and said, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Fu and Mr. Kishida? Such a coincidence? This wind is so comfortable, God's kindness..."

Everyone looked up and saw that the person came directly was a middle-aged man dressed in a civilized clothes, slightly fat, blushed, and smiling. He was holding the corner of his robe and was about to sit down.

"Isn't this Pastor Zhang?" Fu Renyong was saying hello, but unexpectedly, Ye Bi next to him roared and jumped up, holding the Japanese scabbard in his hand with one hand, and pushed it away suddenly, pushing the red-faced middle-aged man staggeringly, almost sitting on the ground.

Everyone was shocked together. Kishida blocked Nobi. The two Japanese quarreled in Japanese. Nobi pointed at the at a loss next to him with anger and shouted. Fu Renyong ran over to help Nobi Zhang, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you a Japanese ronin?"

Pastor Zhang spread his hands in a panic and hurtful manner and said, "No way, he was? He had a great conversation with him yesterday, and then asked him whether he knew Jesus Christ or not. He turned against him and drove me out of the cabin. This morning I stuffed the Gospel of Matthew into their cabin..."

"You don't know that the Japanese are hostile to Christ. You preach to him? He is a Japanese ronin and a warrior. What should you do if you cut off your sword?" Fu Renyong said in a low voice.

"May God forgive that Japanese friend." Amid Fu Renyong's persuasion, Pastor Zhang had no choice but to leave first.

After seeing Pastor Zhang off, Fu Renyong walked back. Looking at Yebi Zhongxiong who was still blushing with anger, Fu Renyong waved his hand and said, "Pastor Zhang is also kind. He sneaked into the countryside of Qing Dynasty to preach, and was designated as a wanted criminal by the Qing government. He hid for a month before he finally got on our boat and could escape back to Haisong. That was simply a passion for preaching. If he harassed everyone, please forgive me."

Nobi Tadao over there still seemed to be angry. He broke free from Kishida's hostage, turned around, and wrote with a brush stroke.

Everyone stretched their heads and looked at it, but it was a traditional Chinese poem that cursed Christianity:

Do all the scholars in the house know that the state-owned assets are seized on this ship?

Try to look at the sea waves by the railings and the turbid waves flow thousands of miles away.

After Nobi Tadao wrote this poem, he took the poem and gritted his teeth to show it to others. Fu Renyong's face changed a little and he glared at Nobi fiercely.

Kishida Yinka pulled Tadao Nobi back, pressed it into a rattan chair, turned her head to apologize to Fu Renyong, "Nobijun is loyal and straightforward, so she is not good at hiding her own ideas. Please forgive me."

But just now Fu Renyong's glaring eyes were captured by Kishida's fleeting expression, and he asked, "Mr. Fu is also a Christian?"

"Haha, I don't believe in religion, I believe in Buddhism, just like you." Fu Renyong laughed.

Kishida Yinka took out her pipe and pressed the tobacco while saying, "It is a bit indifferent to Buddhism: "We in Japan cannot be considered as a Buddhist. We should use Yamato to replace the Buddha's heart and Tang's heart (Confucianism). Thirteen years ago, in order to consolidate the divine power of the emperor, we launched a movement to separate gods and Buddhas. Buddha statues, scriptures, Buddhist instruments, and order monks and nuns to return to secular secular places. The temples may be abolished or merged. We should abolish Buddha's heart and completely replace it with Shinto's Taoism's heart and daoism."

"Yamato's heart? The king's political rebirth. The Matsumoto family Sato Nobuzo said in the preface to "The Secret Strategy of the Ultimate Convergence": Our emperor's great country is the earliest country established on the earth, and is the foundation of all countries in the world. Once the fundamentals are in order, the whole world will be counties and counties. The kings of all countries should be servants... Pacifying the people of all countries has been the main task of the imperial monarch from the beginning. Right?" Fu Renyong asked.

"you?!"

Seeing that Kishida Yinka was shocked, Fu Renyong laughed and said, "You know, one of our important customers in our pomegranate flower branch in Shanghai is rich people in your country. We also collect Japanese antiques. Almost every Japanese friend will teach me a lesson about the Emperor, Shintoism and Yamato. In my opinion, this is just fundamentalism to transform the past religion. After all, Tang Xin and Buddha Xin have fallen behind in this era. Seeing that Mr. Nobi is extremely disgusted with Christianity, I just don't know how your Yamato Xin compares with the divine heart here?"

"We are a poor and backward country. If we don't work hard to improve ourselves, we will become a colony of the great powers or thugs like Hirosong;" Kishida Yinka replied after pondering for a while: "The Japanese are a race that loves face more than life. Many Chinese people laugh at us for being naive and violent as children, but adults are hypocritical and content with the status quo, so that children will be vigorous and brave and make progress without caring about life. Although Wang Zheng has not been back for many years, I believe from the bottom of my heart that the Emperor is a God, and this God has come to save us."

Speaking of this, Kishida Yinka glanced at Fu Renyong, who was a little tranced. He kicked the question back: "With the knowledge that Mr. Fu, Song, Ming, and Japan are familiar with. Do you think, which one is better, 'Shen Heart' or 'Yawa Heart'?"

Fu Renyong was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I am just an antique dealer. I don't know who is strong, I only know that I have a god and a heart. I am always better than unintentional."

Kishida Yinka and Fu Renyong looked at each other for a moment, and they laughed and tactfully cut off the topic. Nobi Tadao next to him came over with curiosity, as if he was asking about the content of the conversation between the two just now in Japanese.

At this moment, the captain ran onto the deck and shouted: "Everyone! You should be about to encounter a maritime patrol ship. Everyone prepare their passports and check their cargo, so don't make any trouble. Liu San, take the guests who are not strong in the passport to hide in the bottom cabin! Liu San! Where is Liu San? Li Yunfeng? Lao Li!! Not here? Damn, where did the two foodies go?"

The passengers watching the fun on the deck suddenly became a little busy. Some people asked the crew to hide, and some went back to the cabin to prepare passports or good citizen certificates. Even Fu Renyong asked his followers to go to the bottom cabin to check the cargo packaging. Although it was a bunch of vases reported as handicrafts, it was not good to be serious, because one of them was brought out from the tomb of the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty by Fu Renyong. This product would be exchanged for 100,000 silver dollars in Haijing or Hong Kong to inquire about intelligence and buy arms!

"I encountered three maritime inspections a day yesterday. It seems that the Song Dynasty Navy is very nervous." Kishida Yinka said.

"It's an extraordinary period." Fu Renyong's face also looked a little nervous.

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Half an hour later, a small gunboat with black smoke spread towards the sea. The signal from it was very clear: "Accept the boarding inspection!"

The sailors fixed the boat sent by the patrol ship to the hull, threw down the rope ladder, and watched the Song Dynasty naval officers climbing onto the boat with their hats in the strong wind; behind the sailors were passengers with different expressions, some of which didn't matter, some were a little frightened, and some were lying in their eyes, which must be reciting their identity on the passport they bought, ready to deal with the investigation; the captain rubbed his hands and kept twisting the bills in his arms, hoping that nothing would happen, and if something happened, the official who was in trouble would have accepted bribes.

"Sir, this is the certificate of our ship..." The captain saw the officer coming on board and hurried up.

"Go and go!" Unexpectedly, the officer waved his hand impatiently, pushed the captain away, walked to the passenger, waved the scroll of paper in his hand and shouted: "Are there any Song people?"

Passengers, cargo owners, and sailors were all stunned. What does this mean? Random checks the Song Guo’s fake passport operation?

"The people of Song are coming out!" The officer actually jumped up and looked like he was stomping on the deck.

"Sir, we are from Song..." The couple holding the child were probably upright and not afraid of being slanted, nor did they want to stand on the deck for too long. They said the first one to detach.

"Sir, this is my passport, please check it out." Then the fat man who smoked opium also came over.

Unexpectedly, the officer did not accept any passport at all, but suddenly opened the scroll of paper in his hands to everyone, and then everyone saw it. This was a roll of newspaper, which was already grasped by the officers and was covered in gangsters.

Pointing at the newspaper, the officer suddenly roared with joy: "We won! The Battle of Annan Huhua! Our expeditionary force completely wiped out the French army! The remnants of the French Far East Fleet fled into the Port of Huhua, and have been locked on both sides of the sea and land. Surrender is just around the corner!"

A boat of people looked at each other. Suddenly, the fat man was the first to react. He rushed forward, grabbed the officer's shoulder, and asked with a breath: "The army won too?"

"Win! The Navy won! The Army won too! We yellow people beat the white people! The first time in Asia!" The officer pinched the fat man's shoulder and shouted wildly.

After a moment of silence, the whole ship suddenly became boiling, and everyone was shouting. Ask each other:

"Song Guozhen defeated France?"

"That's Europeans! Can we yellow people defeat white people?"

"Really or not?"

"You really won the war between Prince Annan of Song Fa and Annan? Did Emperor Zhao win the war for his son-in-law?"

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"Long live! Long live Hai Song! Long live the emperor! God bless the Great Song!" The whole ship slowly yelled at this, including the Qing people and even the smugglers of Annan. The latter was originally hiding in the lower floor, and heard the sound of the deck above his head. He crawled out and understood what was going on, but he even shouted in tears.

Of course, there are also people who seem very calm among the ecstatic crowd, such as Fu Renyong and Kishida Yinka.

"This is just a military victory. Even if Germany rises, 'French's greatness should no longer exist', France's strength is not something that Hai Song can fight against." Kishida Yinka pondered.

"Let's regional offensive strategy, see, you will immediately find Britain to mediate. He will even give France compensation and give the other side enough." Fu Renyong sneered.

"Do you mean Annan or belong to France?" Kishida Yinka asked.

"That's impossible. Song Fa fought fiercely around Annan, and it started a few years ago: Can the son-in-law of the Sea Emperor become the crown prince? When will the construction of Annan's northern railway be blocked by France? Even the current "Song Fa's War of Annan's Crown Prince" was launched. But I didn't expect that the timid fox of the Sea Emperor really dared to bite his French master and underestimated him." Fu Renyong sighed.

"Fox?" Kishida Yinka nodded and said, "But he only recognizes power. France may not be able to control him at this moment. It is very likely that this was acquiesced and manipulated by the British Empire. After all, this year the three emperor alliances of Germany, Tsarist Russia and Austria were established, and France was isolated internationally; the rise of East Asia and the Song Dynasty was an opportunity. If you take the opportunity to clear Annan's French power, Siam is already the treasure of the British Empire. After all, Siam's independence is entirely due to it as a buffer zone for British and French forces. Oh, by the way, there is Yunnan, the hinterland of the southwest of the Qing Dynasty. The Sea Emperor will never dare or cannot take it alone, and that is also from Britain."

"Well, the navy and army that fought head-on will annihilate the other side. It is not difficult for the French Navy to defeat the Haisong Navy, and it is possible to defeat the entire Haisong. However, the French Army that came across the sea is unlikely to occupy such a powerful country, and the cost is unimaginable. Britain, Germany and even Russia will never allow it. If Haisong can take Annan without any damage, you Japan should be careful. After all, 7 years ago, Haisong's Great Song Sea Fleet surrounded your warships landing in Taiwan. I heard that the Sea Emperor had the greatest hostility towards you." Fu Renyong suddenly turned his head and said, his eyes full of gloating.

"What Jackals hate the most is fair and kind hunters. But it's not 7 years ago. East Asian countries are crazily expanding their naval forces under threat from Haisong and the great powers, and our imperial kingdom is not light. Moreover, our rise will help the British Empire to prevent Russia from going south to seize North Korea and Qing Dynasty from the north; Haisong has no strength to move us, and the great powers will not allow it. Japan's security will be an arms race, so that their strong ships, sharp guns can be dumped in the Far East and balanced power." After Kishida Yinka said this, she smiled slightly and continued:

"However, wolves always want to eat meat. I think if I were the Emperor of the Sea, my next goal would not be Japan. There is nothing better than the Ming Dynasty: the origins are connected, the beliefs are connected, the culture is connected, the system is connected, the territory is connected, the industry and commerce is prosperous, and there are no allies of the great powers. Other provinces of the Qing Dynasty are just fat; if the Ming Dynasty is obtained, the exquisite bones are obtained, and the result is twice the result with half the effort."

Fu Renyong was silent for a minute and smiled with difficulty: "I am a nationality of Song Shuang in the Qing Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty is my source of goods. I don't want this."

However, Fu Renyong yelled in his stomach: "I heard that there is a saying in the Haisong court: the belief in not bleeding sacrifice is water without source, the reform of not bleeding sacrifice is rootless wood, and the rise of not bleeding sacrifice is nonsense! Now the blood of the Haisong Christians has fertilized the land of Annan and destroyed the white French dog chains. Perhaps the amount of blood is enough to allow Haisong to control Annan and become one of the great powers of East Asia; but your Song Kingdom is in a corner and is in harmony with the great powers.

Fourth, even providing free military loans to the Qing Dynasty, you have no ambition to regain the Han throne, nor have the ambition to unify the world and get rid of the exploitation of the great powers; although the Ming Kingdom is small, he established his country with God with Han, and the emperor and Han patriots who are willing to shed blood for the Ming Kingdom are no less than your imperial knights of Song! If Song wants to swallow the Ming Kingdom, it must be God's special grace, because there is a sea of ​​blood waiting to sacrifice to God!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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