The storm stopped and came again, never to be settled.

When Liu Ji made it to the deck with difficulty, it was still dark and there were no stars to be seen, and they happened to turn to the windward side, and an extremely terrifying storm was roaring, shaking the sea and the sky.

There was enough mess in the cabin, and the situation on the deck was even more terrifying, the mainsail that had not been lowered in time was torn to shreds, and the mast was bent like a bow. Those who remained on deck to stabilize the ship were exposed to the high waves, and the three helmsmen struggled in knee-high water on the aft deck to barely take the helm.

Despite their efforts, the fierce wind continued to crash against the wings, tossing and turning the galleys up and down, causing it to sway and drift in all directions, and the water continued to pound the hull from both sides of the ship, like boulders rolling down from a hill and smashing directly into the wooden hull as if it were ready to shatter the ship at any moment.

Everyone was dodging in a hurry, the brave Liu Jia was holding on to the wood in his hand, and Xu Ning was also curled up in a corner, trembling.

Only Liu Ji staggered, walked to the bow of the boat, tied the rope around his waist, and actually pulled out the three-foot sword at his waist, stepped on the boat, and roared at the turbulent storm and waves in front of him.

His voice was soon drowned out by the wind and waves and the creaking of the ship, and the salty, cold water rushed to his face, as if it were his fate.

"Come on!"

Liu Ji wiped the seawater off his face, his hair was furious, and he shouted:

"Heifu, Naigong is here!"

"You don't have to hide, if you have the guts, come and fight me to the death!"

He roared as if the dark night, the roaring wind, was the embodiment of the Black Husband.

After so many years, I have never met Heifu in Xianyang City...... No, it was eighteen years ago that after taking a look at the black guy in Huangchengtou outside, Liu Ji felt that his life was completely over, and the black man was embarrassed by himself everywhere, killing and not killing, but just kicking far away, keeping him away from the center of the times.

Liu Ji also fought and tried to escape several times, but in the end, he found that he was still being played by Heifu after all.

"Why? Why do you have to be embarrassed by Naigong, fall in love with my wife, or fall in love with Naigong? ”

This is Liu Ji's most puzzled place, how did he offend Heifu, and what is his purpose.

The lightning struck, the thunder was deafening, terrible thunder fell on both sides of the ship, and many places on the sea looked like fires....... they seemed to be Heifu's laughter, condescending, laughing at Liu Ji's powerlessness.

And the fierce wind tossed their ships high, and one of them, because of the unsteady rope tied to his waist, flew out and fell into the sea, and his mouth was wide open, but his voice was muffled by the storm......

Liu Ji couldn't hold him either, and the sea of tears stained his face together.

In the eyes of those who hold the power in their hands, the lives of these little people, the honor and disgrace, joy and sorrow, are like a lonely ship on the sea, how insignificant.

With a single wave of your hand, you can decide your life or death, or dial to the ends of the earth.

"Naigong is not convinced!"

But Liu Ji did not back down, did not show the fear of death, he tried his best in this life, and he also wanted to get rid of the fate of this caged bird!

He wore his hair scattered, shouted at the wind and waves, roared, and fought against!

At this moment, he looked like an old man holding a remnant net and fighting against the sea.

It's like an odyssey with a fist at Poseidon, the god of the sea!

Everyone was surprised by Liu Ji's madness, and at this moment, when another lightning bolt crossed the sky, following Liu Ji's sword, they saw a longing black shadow in front of them......

"It's land!"

But seeing land doesn't mean hope, because of the violent wind and waves, the boat gets out of control, and the bow of the ship rushes straight to the shore, and it looks like it is about to crash hard into the steep reef!

The head-numbing sound of the anchors they dropped, and the seabed that failed to grasp the bottom of the sea, and the shores towering before them, made even the strongest sailors shudder.

In an instant, discipline on board was gone, and the oarsmen began to run around, ready to flee for their lives, and everyone ran to the stern of what seemed safer, in confusion.

Liu Ji was the only one left standing on the bow of the boat, facing death!

Sometimes survival really depends on a momentary fluke, as if by miracle, the anchor that has been dragging on the bottom of the sea, as if grasping something, the cable straightens in an instant, carrying the weight of the whole ship, so that it stops in the winds and waves that are gradually getting smaller.

Everyone on board cheered, the chaos subsided, and more anchors were thrown out and fastened to the shore.

They docked there all night, and when the next day was calm and the sun showed the horizon, everyone looked at Liu Ji, who was the only one who did not give in to the wind and waves and the sea last night, with reverence, and the title of him became "Liu Gong." ”

The other boat was missing, Liu Ji and they were full of 100 people, and after a few people fell into the sea, there were still 93 people still alive.

Under the leadership of Liu Ji, everyone dragged the boat into the leeward bay and left the rugged and rocky coast, when Liu Ji used his hands and feet together, and landed on a large rock on the coast, looking at the terrain, this place is surrounded by the sea on three sides, with tidal flats in the west and mountain passes in the east, like a long and narrow peninsula.

He squinted to the east, a vast land of dense forests and rolling mountains, where deer and wild boars roamed the forest, and there were many puffer fish in the river, which seemed to show no signs of human activity......

is like a graceful virgin, waiting for Lao Liu to develop and build.

"Is this Fuso?"

After a total of three days and three nights of sailing, according to Xu Ning's estimates, at least two or three hundred miles on the sea, although they never saw the legendary Fusang wood, but they believed that the place where they landed was Fusang!

And Liu Ji, who has gone through a catastrophe, only feels that he has finally won the first time in this struggle with a huge disparity in strength!

"Heifu wants me to make paper kites all the time, tie the rope to my back, and he can control everything about me Liu Ji at will."

"But he was wrong!"

The thread tied to the back of the paper kite has been violently cut by Liu Ji himself with a sword in that violent storm!

Fuso is thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, and as long as he is far away from the coast, it will be difficult for Heifu to find himself again.

He now has a free future, a future that Hefu can no longer interfere with!

"Heifu wants to send Naigong to Fusang to die in a foreign land."

"But Naigong, I want to build a country here!"

"When I saw Qin Shi Huang driving, I said, my husband should be like this! I'm going to be this Fusang, First Emperor! “

Thinking about it, the place where Liu Ji can have the final say in these years is when he was in "Seoul" on the east coast of Haidong, where he got a son and also had a cronies who have followed him to this day.

"It's called Han ......"

Although the population under his command is less than a small village, Village Chief Liu has already set a national name for his future country.

Liu Ji pulled out his sword, faced the rising sun, and raised it high!

"Big Han!"

……

At the time when the village chief Liu had just landed in the western part of Honshu Island, across the shallow Seto Inland Sea, in the southern part of Kyushu Island in later generations, there was also a Jomon village that was waking up from dawn.

Fuso was still in the primitive era of hunter-gatherers, there was no agriculture, and the local indigenous people were called "Jomon people" because of their unique Jomon pottery, which had flat and extremely wide faces, short faces, slightly sunken noses, and a lot of hair, and lived on this string of islands for tens of thousands of years.

Although in the past, there were occasional outsiders who drifted here from Korea and the Central Plains, and were called "Ferry People" by the natives, although they had a more advanced culture, they were alone after all, and soon disappeared and merged.

It wasn't until last autumn that a wrecked ship from the open sea drifted here and changed everything......

In the puzzled gaze of the Jomon people, most of the people who came down from the ship were young and strong, holding copper and iron weapons, holding high the firebird flag, and beating the Jomon people who were still using wood and stone, and had a leader, who was actually a beautiful woman......

The woman's name is Yu, and she is called "Mrs. Yu".

However, the female leader of the ferrymen preferred what her husband used to call her.

"Yu Ji."

These ferrymen who landed in Fusang a few months earlier than Liu Ji were the remnants of the Chu State who robbed a Jiaodong merchant ship last year and fled......

They set out from Donghai County, the distance was several times farther than Liu Ji, and the danger they encountered was also several times greater, in addition to the violent storm, they also encountered a completely windless situation.

The ship sat motionless under the scorching sun, the sea was as calm as a glass of water, all the winds had stopped, the sea was dumb, and the surroundings were extremely calm.

Everything is rotten, moldy, and smelly; The water began to stink and the wine became undrinkable; The meat, even if it had been dried and smoked, was infested with maggots, and everyone on board became sick in the heat.

Those who were not fit for seafaring died of fever or dysentery, and they died miserably, leaving their bodies in the sea.

Fan Zeng, the father who left the Central Plains with this group of Chu people, died of recurrent back gangrene, and cried bitterly before he died, feeling that he had harmed Xiang Ji and harmed the Chu State.

The only thing he can remedy is to flee the Central Plains with Xiang Ji's only heir, together with Xiang Ji's beloved concubine Yu Ji, just like Wu Zixu did with Prince Jian, and escape from the clutches of Heifu!

After Fan Zeng's death, Yu Ji became the leader of the Chu people by virtue of her son.

Fortunately, the wind came quickly, and it was a southwest wind, and they used their sails and oars together, sailing towards the unknown ahead, and during the voyage, the Chu people on the ship experienced the most serious dangers, and also saw all the miracles of the world.

The waterspout is like a giant pillar, sucking a large amount of water out of the sea, and the pod of dolphins leaps out of the water, as if to guide them.

On the eighteenth day of the voyage, the Chu people finally discovered the land, but because their bodies were too weak to choose a safe landing site, some people drowned in the waves, some people crawled to the shore on their knees, and only 50 of the 83 people on the original ship survived.

Even though they were so weak, they still relied on the weapons and tactics of the generational difference, and they were able to beat the Jomon hunters who had come to snoop and scurry with their heads, and they took advantage of the situation to march towards the Jomon villages.

Yu Ji is a woman who does not let her eyebrows, not only because she is pregnant with a "young master" and has a high status, but also a martial arts taught by Xiang Yu in his spare time:

Yu Ji is especially good at wielding crossbows, holding one on the left and one on the left and right, and the arrows are not missing, and she shines in the arms of the Watarai and Jomon people, and after conquering several villages, she has become regarded as a goddess.

Obviously, the Chu completed their first conquest of this new land, capturing a village.

The Chu people enslaved the natives known as the Jomon people, and called them "Ezo people" – just as the ancestors of the Chu state did with Pu and Yue in Jianghan, and everything was easy to navigate.

Civilization can be migrated and replicated.

Under the men's construction, fences against wild beasts were built on the outskirts of the village, acres of land were cleared, and what little rice seeds remained on the ship were carefully scattered on the fertile ground.

The seeds of civilization have also begun to take root in this virgin land.

In the middle of the low, Ezo thatched hut, a Chu-style rammed-earth building rises from the ground, which is the residence of Yu Ji, where she gave birth and gave birth to a boy during the coldest season of Fuso......

"It's General Xiang's widow."

"It is the hope of the Chu people."

On this day in April of summer, Yu Ji, who was dressed in sackcloth, held her three-month-old child, outside the village, with all the Chu people, to worship those who had just built the tombs, this is the father, and the empty grave of the Chu people who died on the way to cross the sea.

She has given the village and her children the same name.

"Ying."

"Xiang Ying!"

For 800 years, no matter how the Chu people migrated or fell, their capital has always been called "Ying".

From Danyang to Yan, from Jiangling to Yan, from Chen to Shouchun, it has become a region, and what remains unchanged is the fiery sound of Chu and Chu color.

And now, the Ying of the Chu people, under the coercion of the underworld, has drifted overseas......

"General rest assured, the state of Chu is not dead."

Village Chief Yu held the increasingly sturdy child in her arms, and her eyes looked at the vast west of the sea, as if she was swearing to her deceased husband.

"The great Chu will be reborn in this land of Fusang Tanggu!"

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PS: I made a calculation error, and I spent a little more pen and ink on Lao Liu, so I ......

There are three more chapters, which should be.

In addition, I recommend a friend's book "Salted Fish's Self-Help Strategy", a story of a short video from the media to the pinnacle of life.