The next morning, spring was shining.

There are several tall ships parked in Dianbai Harbor, and a large group of bare-arm workers are like ants moving, carrying or carrying goods through temporary wooden ladders to the ship, presenting a busy and prosperous scene.

"There are even passenger ships?"

When Lin Haoran came to the dock, he was not surprised by the tall ship, but was attracted by a three-story delicate painted boat with the flag of "Wu Kaiyuan", and some richly dressed people were lining up to walk into the ship.

"Although the Japanese are rampant, there are powerful bodyguards on the ship, and behind this is the support of the official family, black and white, and no one has found trouble in their family so far. It's a bit expensive, but it's absolutely safe! As the two women passed by, one woman said to the other.

The board is not allowed to go to the sea, which is a basic national policy of the Ming Dynasty, but when it is actually implemented, it is tight and loose. Just like the prohibition of gambling, although the imperial court issued it, it is impossible to really completely eliminate it.

Now the facts are in front of us, a passenger ship bound for Guangzhou is about to set sail from this port, and the "sea ban" in this era is far less strict than everyone imagined, at least here in Radio Harbor.

Lin Haoran stood on the curb and just squatted down, but there was a "plop" next to him, and a person fell heavily to the ground, his feet and hands were shrunk, and he was alive with his back to the sky.

This is his follower, and Mr. Pea ran to the inn early this morning to find him, and completely stuck him. Wherever he went, he had to follow him, and liked to imitate him at the same time.

No, it's in ...... again Imitate him!

Thump!

Mr. Pea circled him twice with his head down, then tried again, only to crouch down, his focus immediately unstable, and he still fell to the ground.

Chinaware?

Tea!

Rag?

Lin Haoran squatted on the curb, staring at the goods carried on the ship, silently recording the types and quantities of these goods. Because of knowing Shen Liuye, no one dared to come up to him for trouble.

"Are you alright?"

When Lin Haoran stood up and was about to leave, he saw that Mr. Pea's forehead was swollen with several large bags. At first, it was okay to fall to the bottom, but later he didn't believe in evil, and he fell to the ground with his face.

"Lin, it's amazing, how did you do it?" Mr. Pea got up from the ground and looked at Lin Haoran with admiration, but before Lin Haoran could answer, he just gestured with his fist and said, "Is it the martial arts you practice?" ”

Lin Haoran shrugged his shoulders and returned to Dianbai City with this living treasure.

For three days in a row, he would appear on time at the dock in the morning, and in the afternoon he would go back to the city to wander around, visiting all kinds of shops in the city, buying a little when he saw what he liked, and eating some snacks when he saw his favorite, and his days seemed very casual.

The same goes for Mr. Pea, who has been following his ass all these days and likes to simulate him. According to his words, he wants to become an authentic Ming Dynasty person, no matter what he says and does.

In the afternoon, we returned to the city from the pier.

Mr. Pea's return date has been confirmed, and he will return to his homeland in two days, bringing back the cloth he has mined from Daming to dig up the first pot of gold in his life.

The parting was sad, especially when there were serious doubts about whether he could dig the first pot of gold, so Lin Haoran decided to be generous, planning to invite this British friend to eat some food.

"Lin, are we eating zongzi again?" Mr. Pea asked him earnestly as he watched him walk towards the dumpling stall.

"You don't like it?" Lin Haoran glanced at him lightly.

"Like! It tastes good, but the leaves are a little hard! Mr. Pea nodded vigorously, but then frowned slightly.

"Is it hard enough to eat the glutinous rice crackers the day before yesterday?" Lin Haoran asked rhetorically.

"That's right! It almost got my teeth out, but the cake was delicious! Mr. Pea nodded vigorously and made a toothache motion.

"Zongzi is the outside and soft on the inside, which just contains the Yin and Yang Avenue, which is our Chinese drinking ** Hua!" Lin Haoran said with an unfathomable expression.

"Hard is yang, soft is yin, so that's it!" After thinking about it, Mr. Pea said excitedly: "Then let's eat zongzi today!" I have to feel your yin and yang avenue! ”

"Good...... Wait a minute! Lin Haoran was about to nod in agreement, but his eyes lit up, and he greeted a person from a distance and arched happily: "Brother Jiang, what a coincidence!" Do you want to eat at the restaurant? I didn't eat either, so let's go upstairs and dine together, hehe! ”

Jiang Ronghua glanced at him, and was helplessly pushed in by him, this thing wanted to eat in their house again, and why did he still have this strange-looking person.

Qingfeng Restaurant, this is an industry under the name of the Jiang family.

When Jiang Ronghua walked into the restaurant, Xiao Er enthusiastically led the young owner and his friends to the most luxurious private room, and set up the best table of wine and food.

Mr. Pea has learned to use chopsticks, but he still seems very clumsy, so when he holds the chopsticks, he stares at Lin Haoran next to him, learning how to use chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

When Lin Haoran picks up vegetables, he follows the vegetables, and when he picks up rice, he follows the pickpockets, and he learns to be decent, which is very interesting.

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Ronghua suddenly said, "Brother Lin, let's leave for Fucheng tomorrow, right?" ”

"So fast?" Lin Haoran stuffed a piece of fish meat and looked at him in surprise.

"The time for the government exam has been set, that is, on the fourth day of the fourth month of April!" Jiang Ronghua wiped his mouth, but he talked about this important matter.

"This time...... How is it so unlucky! Lin Haoran frowned and spat out the fish bones, this is undoubtedly the worst date.

Jiang Ronghua was about to explain, but he was suddenly stunned, pointed to his side and said, "What's wrong with your friend?" ”

Syllable! Syllable!

Lin Haoran swept his eyes, and knew that this heel worm was imitating him to eat fish, that is, he bit the chopsticks and hammered him the back a few times, making him spit out the fish bone stuck in his throat.

"You don't want to eat this!" Lin Haoran pointed at the fish with a straight face, and then followed Jiang Ronghua and said, "Where did you talk about it just now?" Uh, yes, who picked this date? ”

"This is the day when the saint begged for rain from heaven last year, and it really rained that time, hey......" Jiang Ronghua put down the handkerchief, then picked up the teacup and sighed.

Lin Haoran looked at him suspiciously and said, "Brother Jiang, what do you mean by this sigh?" ”

"On the fourth day of April last year, it rained in Shandong, but there was an earthquake in Gansu that day! Now the civil and military officials only look at blessings, but do not mention troubles, and they are closed to the holy ears! Jiang Ronghua took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed.

"I didn't expect you to be quite angry!" Lin Haoran shook his head and continued to pick up vegetables.

"What is the angry youth?" Jiang Ronghua put down the teacup and looked at him suspiciously.

Lin Haoran stuffed a piece of pork ribs into his mouth and said nonsense: "It's a young man who worries about the country and the people, and he praises you!"

"You don't seem to care about current affairs at all!" Jiang Ronghua looked at him and said helplessly.

"Does it work to care?" Lin Haoran took out the bones and asked rhetorically.

Jiang Ronghua was immediately deflated, because he found that it was really useless, but he was suddenly stunned, pointed to the side and said, "This friend of yours doesn't seem to be appropriate?" ”

Syllable! Syllable!

Lin Haoran swept his eyes, and knew that this heel worm was imitating his ribs next to him, so he bit the chopsticks again and hammered him the back a few times, making him spit out the bones stuck in his throat.

For the Western food culture that does not know how to be flexible, he is no longer able to complain.