Since Shi Xiaolou returned to Changsheng, in the days that followed, there was always a head sticking out of the courtyard wall of the Siyi Pavilion, looking at the carriages and horses passing through the street to the port with a complicated look of envy.

Francis Bacon thought he had established himself in Changsheng, but now he has three jobs and a salary of 9,000 to 12,000 tons per month, which is enough to live a relatively prosperous life.

Now he still lives in Siyi Linguan most of the time, and because of the control of horses, donkeys, and mules, he finally bought a small donkey until last month, but as early as four months ago he bought a small courtyard outside the city.

The courtyard is not far from the timber yard, sixty steps away from the corner there is a garrison pavilion set up by the inspection department outside the city, the neighbor on the left is the old priest of the original tribe in this land, who picked up a life from the mines of the Spaniards, and became a jade stonemason by the skill of carving sacrificial vessels, and worked in the jade shop in the city, barely being an apprentice, and always complaining that the young master from Jiangnan said that his skills were not at home when the smoke rose in the evening.

The family of six on the right is an immigrant from the Ming Dynasty, in the village in the south of the city to a thousand acres of forest farm, now rented to the wood yard, they steam corn steamed buns and turkey buns at home, every day at noon either the old couple or two very white daughters-in-law push a row of carts to send the hot cage drawer to the wood yard, this simple transaction can make them earn 1,200 treasures a day.

There were no young men in the family, and the two sons of the family, who were extremely tall, remained in Chengnan Village, the eldest son was a musketeer in Bacon's understanding, and the second son used to be an officer called 'Ma Kuaishou' in the Ming Kingdom, so he was selected by the military government as a lieutenant when the immigrants divided the land.

The two sons never came home at the same time, but they both had brand-new suits and arquebuses, and the second son, who had a suit of chain mail, sometimes did not carry a long musket, but had a short musket with two barrels stuck in his waist, and I heard that the pistol was given by the officer who admired him, and the other lieutenants did not.

At the end of each month, the lumber yard had to count the goods and settle the accounts, and Bacon, as the settler, would be busy until late, and this house would provide him with a good rest.

Bacon has also saved a sum of money, and recently tried to discuss with his immediate boss, Mr. Lumber Factory, to find a way to buy a piece of land at the gate of the factory, and then go to the county government office to approve it as a shop.

He wants to use his savings to take a stake in a neighbor's business, and things are starting to come to an eye.

This made Bacon can't help but imagine a better life in the future, which is probably the most attractive part of Changsheng, all the hopes of people are clearly laid in front of them, people are not just formalized or trapped by religion, aristocracy and other realities, they just need to make their lives better

Everything is hopeful.

But at this time, the news came like a thunderbolt from the sky - he was fired.

The reason is not that he is not doing a good job, nor is it because he wants to buy a small piece of land at the entrance of the factory to make a shop.

It is his employer Shi Xiaolou, in the precise sense that Shi Xiaolou is not Bacon's employer, his employer is Shi Xiaolou's brother who manages the winning business, and the timber yard owner is the employer.

Obviously, they all had to obey Shi Xiaolou's orders, and because of this, the fair-faced and small timber yard owner personally approached Bacon, praised him for his hard work, gave him two months' salary, and then told him mercilessly that the lumber yard no longer needed him to work here.

Bacon's good days are over.

As much as he desperately tries to figure out why, no one will tell him why, and everyone he can reach is just doing what he is told.

The huge setback caused Bacon to ignore the changes in his surroundings for a while, but at some point, wandering around the Changsheng market, he suddenly noticed that there were more cars and horses on the street.

On weekdays, the streets are very lively, but they are all locals, and even people in villages outside the city only arrive at the north market one or two days before and after the market is open three days a month, which is obviously not the case in the city now.

By chance, he saw on the street the second son of his neighbor's second lieutenant in the village, who had been riding a motley Mongolian horse for three days at home, because half a month earlier he led his seventeen chiefs to cross the border into New Spain with eight lieutenants at the order of the governor, and escorted a batch of goods in the port of Wei on the east coast.

Therefore, it is a rare vacation.

The owner of the goods is Shi Xiaolou, and the news soon spread as the local armor guards who participated in the escort entered the city on leave, and people said that Shi Xiaolou's fleet went to Europa and returned safely, and this trip could earn at least one million taels of silver!

The common people in the city tried their best to describe the goods they had never seen before, and in the description of the people, Bacon had a general understanding of the goods brought back by Shi Xiaolou's voyage.

Those goods others don't know what they are, but Bacon does.

Later, the banner army of the Changsheng Guard Cavalry School in the south of the city discovered a sneaky figure, and after being imprisoned, Bacon finally fulfilled his wish to see his old friend, but his friend may not want to see him.

"What are you looking for me, you already paid off the money you owe me."

Bacon, who was sleeping on the corn stalk, heard footsteps through the wooden cage and got up, and the stalks that had been shaken off his body flew all over the small cell, and he grabbed the fence and looked out at the bright exit of the cell.

The silhouette of the body of the comer against the light was majestic, with a red ponytail under his ribs, and the sound of the iron leaf colliding with the cuirass as he walked was crisp, and the sound of riding boots stepping on the ground echoed in the deep corridors.

And the eye-catching flag that is tied behind it.

Hearing the familiar voice, Bacon didn't even notice that Ying Ming's legs were a little crutched, and hurriedly said, "Dragon and Tiger Daojun is above, where have you been!" They locked me up for six days because I was looking at the wall, and they were trying to find a way to let me out...... What's wrong with your leg? ”

The closer he got, the easier it was to see that Ying Ming's other hand without a helmet was not pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist like many officers and soldiers, but was holding his butt behind his head.

Hearing Bacon's words, Ying Ming didn't answer, but asked Qijun to open the cell, and said angrily: "I'd rather be locked up in prison for six days, it's hard to be a little flag!" ”

"I'm idle and have nothing to do on the walls of the barracks, and if I don't kill you, I'll steal the fun." Taking Bacon out of the cell, Ying Ming, who was standing at the gate of the camp, no longer held his buttocks with his hands, but walked slower: "It's useless for you to look for me, I can't help you, you are dead in front of you." ”

Before Bacon could speak, his request had already been answered.

Just as he was dumbfounded, he saw Ying Ming looking into the distance with some irritation, and finally sighed and said: "God has the virtue of a good life, I will say one more word, don't care what you hear or know - don't do anything." ”