Back to the captain's room of the Yingfeng and lying on the comfortable big bed, Jiang Hai was playing with the gift Li Huamei gave him with a smile.

“Handmade sachets.”

“Rarity: Special (black).”

“Category: Accessories and Equipment.”

"Function: unknown."

“Value: Unestimated.”

"Explanation: A close-fitting sachet with a strand of hair is sewn with a sachet of close-fitting hair. If your high school Chinese language is not taught by a physical education teacher, you should understand what it means to 'hair and body support' and 'sleeves'. Remind you, it's better not to lose the sachet. Otherwise, it will be terrible for a woman to get angry."

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"I didn't expect that I could receive gifts from girls too... If I had something like 'Part-Playing System' on me, it would have been considered an achievement."

Jiang Hai was quite proud. He looked at the exquisite embroidery on the sachet carefully, and couldn't help but get closer and sniff it deeply.

The fragrance emitted from the white and delicate skin, lingering between the slender fingers, seemed to be right next to Jianghai.

"It must be very comfortable to fall asleep in this daughter's faint body fragrance, right?" Jiang Hai couldn't help thinking.

Dongdong...

The sudden knock on the door brought back the rivers and seas immersed in the personal world.

"Is there anything wrong?" Seeing that the ship's deputy arrived, Jiang Hai also restored the commander's demeanor. If there was no important thing, the ship's deputy would not have disturbed him easily.

"Commander, when we were replenishing food and fresh water, a local person said that he had some important news to tell you." The voice of the clone ship deputy was still so stable and calm.

"What news?"

"About Zheng He's fleet ruins. He said that if you give him fifty pounds, you will take you there."

Even though he had imagined hundreds of possibilities in his mind, Jiang Hai did not expect that it would be the four words "Zheng He fleet" that made many people in the Celestial Empire excited.

If you think about it carefully, it is said that the eunuch of the Three Treasures voyages to the West seven times, and indeed arrived at the east coast of Africa, and transported the giraffe back to the Forbidden City, which made many people mistakenly think that it was the legendary beast Qilin.

Jiang Hai is still very impressed by Zheng He, the undoubtedly number one navigator in the history of the Celestial Empire. In recent years, foreigners even have research on the situation that after Zheng He's fleet arrived in Africa, a squadron continued to advance, bypassed the Cape of Good Hope, arrived at the Canary Islands, and then turned to sail to the west, and finally crossed the Atlantic Ocean, hundreds of years ahead of Columbus, and discovered a new continent.

Of course, this view was not recognized by the historical community because of its incomplete link of evidence and some contradictions. However, this did not damage the great page left by Zheng He in the history of navigation.

Even if he abandoned the unrealistic national pride, Jiang Hai decided to meet the local man.

Treasure ships, treasures, these are words that are definitely worth spending a few days to find out.

Walking out of the captain's room, Jiang Hai immediately heard a hustle and bustle coming from under the boat.

Dozens of indigenous canoes surrounded the three warships in the river and sea and the Huachang. Locals, with dark skin, curly hair, and both men and women, were naked and covered with oil paint, were talking about business with sailors.

The sailors opened the cannon door, stretched their heads, and exchanged money for various tropical fruits or fresh meat.

Bunches of bananas, baskets of coconut mangoes, and even the whole wild boar I just hunted were carried onto the boat. Fresh food can only be supplied to senior officials like Jianghai, but in the next few days, even the most ordinary sailors can enjoy fresh meat, which is very helpful in increasing morale.

Jiang Hai noticed that the canoes anchored next to Huachang were nearly half more than those next to Yingfeng.

The extra canoes were carried black girls who were dressed up in a colorful manner, unlike traditional indigenous women. They wore low-cut long skirts exchanged for European merchants, and some even wore light makeup.

The black girls pose at the sailors on the boat, and there are people bargaining next to them. If the deal is finalized, then there will be lucky people who can go ashore to sleep with the woman in a hot body.

The cloned soldiers under Jiang Hai were naturally not interested in this kind of sex transaction. However, the Huachang number is different.

Although Li Huamei must be very disgusted with this behavior as a woman, as the head coach of the army, she also knows that a man’s lower body problem can only be scattered but not blocked. Otherwise, the impact on combat effectiveness will be light, and causing mutiny will be a big problem.

Therefore, the female admiral turned a blind eye to the behavior of the soldiers under her command.

"I heard that among the three-colored people of the white, yellow and black, the skin of black women is the most delicate?"

When Jiang Hai saw a sailor who was so excited that he almost drooled, he couldn't help but think of the experience of a senior who had been a copper mine boss in Zambia. He suddenly felt very glad that his taste was not that heavy, and he was not as hungry as black and white as he was.

Let’s put aside the messy things about the black girl in my mind, Jiang Hai soon met the local man who was said to know the ruins of Zheng He’s fleet under the guidance of the ship’s deputy.

This is a fifteen-year-old boy wearing linen shorts, with his black eyes flashing with clever light. His skin is lighter than other black men and his face is a little closer to Asians.

When the other party saw Jiang Hai approaching, he immediately bowed respectfully and then opened his mouth to speak in Chinese in a fluent, but accurate manner: "Hello, dear sir, my name is Marroro Song, and I am willing to serve you."

"You know how to speak Chinese?" Jiang Haiqi said.

"My grandfather is a sailor, a sailor from the Ming Dynasty!" Marroro Song said proudly.

Jiang Hai estimated that when Zheng He's fleet stayed here, some sailors stayed in the local area, married, had children and had branches and leaves. And Ma Luoluo was the descendant of a sailor.

"Do you say you know the ruins of Zheng He's fleet, is it true?" Jiang Hai asked his most concerned question.

Marroro nodded and said, "I definitely dare not deceive adults. Three days ago, I went to the lake to fish and walked upstream along the river to the upper reaches, a place where the villagers had never been. There, I saw the remains of several large ships."

After Marolo finished speaking, he pointed to the river exit not far away, then spread his hands and gestured hard to show how big the ship he saw was.

"Big ship? Is it really big?" Jiang Hai asked. He felt that for an African child who had never seen many times, the concept of big is really hard to say.
Chapter completed!