When Zhao Hao heard this, he followed Jiang Xueying's point blankly, and found that unconsciously, the foreign boat had passed through Shanghai County and merged into the Huangpu River.

To the east of the Huangpu River, isn't that Pudong?

Why didn't you see the Oriental Pearl?

Oh, by the way, I'm in Daming. Because Fang Cai was too focused in the long river of history, Zhao Gongzi almost forgot what day it was.

Where is there any TV station in Pudong at this time? Although Lujiazui already has it, it is just a muddy pond.

What about Lujiazui? The whole of Pudong is a muddy pond, and there are hardly any people to be seen.

"Your company actually buys this kind of place?" Qiaoqiao was shocked when she heard it.

"What a fuss." Secretary Ma chuckled with a teacup: "If not, how can we show our son's means?" ”

"Hahaha." Zhao Hao laughed when he heard this, or Secretary Ma could speak.

"No wonder Sister Qiaoqiao thinks so." Jiang Xueying also nodded and smiled:

"When my brother asked me to go all out to buy the land in Huangpu Jiangdong, I was actually beating the drum in my heart. The original Hanhai Pond has been completely destroyed by the tide, turning the eastern part into saline-alkali land. The Huangpu River also silted up and flooded, turning the western side into a muddy pond. The whole of Pudong is completely wasteland, not even Shanghai County, and the official has never crossed the Huangpu River. ”

"But with the cement invented by my brother, it is no longer a luxury to govern Pudong." Jiang Xueying looked at Zhao Hao with admiration and said:

"Today, we have acquired more than 80% of the land in Pudong. If it weren't for the news that Kunshan had become an embankment in January to reach Shanghai, the whole of Pudong would have been taken down by now. ”

Just because Jiangnan is restrained and low-key in Kunshan doesn't mean they will do the same elsewhere.

Shanghai County belongs to Songjiang Prefecture, Jiangnan Company naturally has no scruples, squandering silver money to buy, buy, buy, and have the posture of buying the entire Pudong!

"It's still my fault." Listening to Jiang Xueying's words, Zhao Hao couldn't help but laugh and said, "The cement came out too early. ”

"Brother is for the people of Kunshan, this is great benevolence and righteousness." Jiang Xueying looked at Zhao Hao with a fan filter, and there was nothing wrong with doing anything.

"Those landlords in Shanghai have heard about the magic of cement, so they have found the land deed from the bottom of the box one or two hundred years ago to sit on the land and start the price. There are also people from the Xu family, who also went to Pudong to draw boundaries and made it clear that they wanted to share a piece of the pie with us. ”

Jiang Xueying sneered as she spoke, and said with a murderous flash: "But don't worry, brother, I will mess with them all!" ”

Ma Xianglan couldn't help but shudder, she didn't expect Miss Jiang to have such a decisive side.

If she finds out and makes two or five boys by herself, I'm afraid that there will be no good life for the slave family.

Little county master, the slave family has taken such a big risk for you, but you must fight for it.

~~

Jiang Xueying is the president of Jiangnan Company, and of course has the right to play freely under Zhao Hao's decision-making direction.

But Zhao Gongzi still has to remind her.

"Be careful not to hit the muzzle."

"Brother mean Lin Zhongcheng?" Jiang Xueying's expression moved.

"Sort of." Zhao Hao sighed and said, "Songjiang may be chaotic for a while, let's try to stay out of the matter." ”

"Understood." Jiang Xueying bowed slightly, she naturally obeyed Zhao Haoyan.

As he spoke, Xiwa's shout suddenly came from the mast: "Uncle! See our boat too! ”

"Oh?" Zhao Hao stood up, put his hand on the pergola and looked over, only to see two five-masted big sand boats moored on the bank of Wusongkou in front of him.

Three triangular flags are hoisted on each ship.

On the main mast hangs the red sun flag on a yellow background and the yellow moon flag on a blue background issued by the Yamen of the Imperial History of Caojiang.

On the auxiliary mast, the banner of Wu Ji recorded in the Yamen of Caojiang Imperial History is hung.

The Ming ships sailing on the Yangtze River and the coastal waters must fly these two flags, otherwise they will be punished as a common widow.

Although Uncle Wu is the imperial history of Jiangdu, Zhao Hao did not ask him to change the record, and still used the banner of Wu Ji.

One is that he is lazy and doesn't want to owe favors. Second, in order to take care of the feelings of Wu Kee's old employees. Third, it is because the flag of Wu Ji is on the sea, but it is very useful.

Regardless of whether it is a maritime merchant or a bandit, when he sees Wu Jiqi with Wang Zhi's bloodline, he must always recite the incense and show mercy to his subordinates.

Zhao Gongzi, who has never wasted any resources, how can he give up this kind of talisman for the sake of a mere name?

~~

Those two big sand boats were the thugs that Zhao Hao promised to send to Jin Xuezeng. All of them are security personnel selected from the security brigade of Jiangnan Company.

In order not to be too ostentatious, after they set off from Xishan Island by boat, they did not stop in Kunshan, and waited directly at Wusongkou to meet Zhao Gongzi.

The fleet recognizes the flag during the day and the lantern at night. The sailors on Zhao Hao's side hurriedly raised a signal flag and ordered the two ships to follow and advance in a zigzag formation.

At this time, the sunset sets, and the golden light on the river surface jumps, and the thousands of sails are far away, which is so beautiful that it is suffocating.

The four of them did not speak, quietly admiring the sunset over the river until the purple light on the horizon dimmed.

During this season, the river surface cools down quickly. The girls stood up one after another, tightened their cloaks, and prepared to go into the cabin to escape the wind.

Zhao Hao boarded the helm deck at the back of the ship.

This is the best place to see from inside the boat, and he wants to see how many boats are still sailing at the mouth of the Yangtze River at night.

But what disappointed him was that the river, which was still busy during the day, suddenly became deserted.

Obviously, all the cargo ships that came and went from south to north had docked overnight.

Although this can't explain anything, it can also reflect from the side that the degradation of Daming's navigation technology has made the ship bosses lose their ability to sail at night.

Without the ability to sail at night, they were directly locked out of the door of ocean sailing......

The reason why Zhao Hao's ship dared to continue sailing was because it was Uncle Mi at the helm on the ship.

Although Uncle Mi never mentioned the past, Jiang Xueying told him that he was the captain brought out by her grandfather and had been to Japan and Luzon.

I saw the old man with his hand on the thick tiller of the bowl, looking at the gradually dark river with a serious expression.

Behind him were two strong helmsmen, who helped the captain to steer the steering knob together.

This tiller is mounted transversely on the rudder head, perpendicular to the long rudder rod. There are no flower heads, and it is naturally very laborious to manipulate.

In bad weather, it sometimes takes four sailors to withstand the pressure of the rudder.

Uncle Mi is explaining to the new owner how he discerns the course at night. They also said that the telescope could only really play a role in the hands of their navigators.

As he was spitting as he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Zhao Hao and the two helmsmen were speechless for a while, all of them were your old man talking alone, okay?

However, on the ship, the captain is the absolute authority, and even Zhao Hao can only bear it.

Uncle Mi raised the binoculars around his neck and looked forward for a while before he whispered:

"There's a ship fighting!"

ps. third more. Ask for a monthly pass. Today, I signed up for the little monk kindergarten, and the biological clock has to be adjusted, because the day after tomorrow I will start to send the little monk to school, so I can only watch three more.