In this era, the foreign trade of the whole of Japan is all here, and Mao Jue himself does not know how much money there is, anyway, the size of the Japanese country, the South American gold and silver coins printed in Spain that do not know the head of the king, the silver ingots of the Ming Dynasty's bulk goods transactions, large and small boxes are stuffed into the treasury, look at the specifications, there are no less than a few tons of precious metals here.

No wonder the Mongols, Huns, Jurchens and other regimes are so keen on looting, the taste of getting rich overnight is really cool, and Mao Jue's steps are a little floating when he walks out of the silver vault.

The city was fought, but the battle did not stop, on the contrary, it intensified, the fire and riots continued from the slums near the port in the north to the rich areas in the south, although the wealth of the whole city may be much more than the treasury, Mao Jue is a complete pragmatist, everything is false, only what is in front of him is real.

did not go further north to control the city, Shen Rong's third regiment controlled several nearby blocks, Wen Meng's first regiment was responsible for being a mule, Adelena was responsible for being an accountant, and temporarily recorded a list at the mouth of the silver treasury, the mob shouted and shouted to kill one family by setting fire to the house, and the Ming army carried one box after another in an orderly manner, and the two sides did their own thing, without disturbing each other, and actually presented a grotesque tacit understanding.

Of course, this tacit understanding is based on strength, a few nearby streets, the Iron Righteous Army soldiers with turned out tables, beds, counters and other things to build obstacles, on both sides of the wall there are accurate soldiers to occupy the commanding heights, snipers and barricades, this three-dimensional defense is similar to the American army in later generations, the barricades opposite the corpses of the Japanese people clearly show the mob who is the boss.

Bookkeeping, Mao Jue can't help, in Adelena's words, staying on the side of the master is the biggest help. As for carrying things, it is not his turn, just kidding, although today's battle is like a hand-tossed devil, but after all, it is 6,000 and 20,000, and the rest of the departments temporarily retreated to the trench to rest and recuperate, and for a while, Mao Jue became an idler.

The night sky was filled with the smell of burnt paste and blood, wandering aimlessly in the defensive circle, looking at the chaotic Nagasaki City, Mao Jue was filled with a sense of accomplishment, no wonder Alexander's famous words are I coming! I see! I conquer! This sense of accomplishment that belongs to a man is indeed intoxicating.

And with the city's money, he can do a lot of things when he goes back this year, emigration, mining, shipbuilding, army expansion, and especially opening shops. Counting the days, Qian Zeng's goods should also come back from Jiangnan.

After he brought back the matter of opening a store in partnership last time, the old man Fan from Yangzhou has not replied, and the matter of establishing a branch in the north is over, he is not active, and Mao Jue naturally will not use a hot face to stick to other people's cold butts, this thing seems to be cold.

However, business always needs to be expanded, Qian Zeng also recognized who is his biggest financier, last year Mao Jue went to fight the east and west, he was not idle, in Shandong brought him three big businessmen, and now Mao Jue's corn shochu is also in Shandong to spread out a market.

Now what bothers Mao Jue is still a lack of people, for him to run before and after the north and south to communicate with the north and south, Mao Jue every step depends on the mood of this kid, and this goods is still a slippery head, behind and those wealthy families in Jiangnan are inextricably linked, God knows when he will be able to pit himself.

Gotta figure it out!

It is rare that Mao Jue's protagonist's aura jumped, and just when he pinched his chin and thought nonsense, there was a commotion next to Leng Buding. The Iron Righteous Army controls a T-shaped in the city, leaning against the city wall with a protruding shogunate office, next to it are rich people's houses, next to the Mao Jue sentry house, more than a dozen Wa Ronin swayed in, a moment later, a short and stubby, with a mustache of obscene middle-aged people running out of the well fence door, this guy is not polite, angry and pointed to a few Ming troops guarding the intersection is a big scolding.

Originally, they were quite tired after a day of fighting, and they couldn't follow the military regulations to rob, and the guards who were holding back the fire naturally didn't have a good face, and there was actually a dwarf who dared to point fingers at them, and the sentry commander in front of him directly picked up the flintlock pistol and aimed at it.

However, this guy also showed the Iron Righteous Army what is called a second cowardice, the flintlock gun shoots fast enough, just pull the trigger, raise the gun to aim in less than a second, this thing has already knelt down, crying and kowtowing with his hands, his mouth is still screaming and shouting words that he doesn't understand, but it is obviously a little different from the Japanese just now.

Adriana wasn't around, and she didn't know what this thing was shouting about, a few Iron Rebels were surprised and funny and put down their guns and pointed there, and Mao Jue waved his face irritably when the plan was disturbed.

"Shut him up!"

The nourishment of power makes Mao Jue no longer the old leftover man who lived only in the past, in this era when life is like a mustard, he seems to have become indifferent and cruel, and he crooked his mouth without care, and the guards who were laughing there just now raised their guns again, ready to kill this widow.

Who knows, the dramatic scene appeared again, I was so scared that I was about to pee, and I raised my hands high, and this thing jumped out of the Jiangnan version of Mandarin.

"Don't be a good man! My own people! ”

In these years, knowing a foreign language can really save his life, Leng Buding's sentence made Mao Jue come back to his senses, and he reached out a little unexpectedly to let his subordinates put down the gun, and then the two personal soldiers walked over quickly, reached out and carried his arm to bring the man back.

Although he didn't shave the ugly yin and yang head of the moon, but the back of his head was also combed with that kind of Japanese inverted bun, and he had a watermelon-like figure, so that the wide striped kimono was stretched out by him like a balloon, and he was still wearing clogs, no matter how he looked at it, he was a devil Yes, he threw it in front of Mao Jue, and the thing couldn't stop nodding there with his hands raised.

"Heroes spare their lives! Own! Heroes spare their lives! own people!"

Looking at this product as if it were a repeater, Mao Jue's brows couldn't help but twist up again, won't this product be like this? He didn't have time to grind his teeth with this devil, and shouted impatiently.

"Who are you? Do the Roaring Army want to die? ”

"The military master spares his life!"

can be regarded as changing the words, and this watermelon is snorting and tearing to tell Rao.

"Master Jun! The small is this Nagasaki merchant, the little father is a merchant from the south of the Ming River, settled in Nagasaki during the Wanli period, and trafficked tea from the south of the Yangtze River for a living, and the small one is also a Ming person! ”

As he spoke, the house behind him was hula again, and the goods were so anxious that he was trembling again, and he hurriedly kowtowed to the ground again, and his mouth trembled.

"This military master, the little one is willing to give half of my family wealth to the military master, and beg the military master to save the lives of the little family!"

Also Mingren, this goods is at most a mixed race, and it is also the kind of Japanese, to be honest, Mao Jue is the most hated kind of person in later generations, they once came to the shipyard, full of words that half of the middle and half of the ocean did not understand, a high look, as if his bloodline was much higher than Mao Jue and them, as a result, the bull coaxed the poor to pay attention to for a long time, but ordered the cheapest park yacht, dare to love is also to run errands for people.

However, this product is in the Jiangnan tea business, which makes Mao Jue very interested, and there is a lack of a few people who know about southern affairs, so he sent it to the door, hesitated for a moment, Mao Jue tilted his head to the pro-soldiers beside him, and the pro-captain who recruited from Mao Wenlong's pro-soldiers immediately reached out and took out the revolver, and followed behind him, four pro-soldiers with flintlock pistols competently rushed to the house.

"Thank you, Master Jun!"

Immediately overjoyed, this fake devil also knocked his big meat-like head to the ground and ran in with the fart.

It is said that profiteers and profiteers, no businessmen are not traitors, whether it is China or Japan, ancient literary works are full of irony and ridicule of the merchant class, it seems that businessmen are always synonymous with stupidity and greed, but poor people must have something to hate, although businessmen are oppressed by the government and samurai are quite pitiful, but they are really hateful when they play smart.

The mob is a mob in the end, no one cares about the time when the smashing and looting is like a person, but someone really cares, they are faster than this watermelon in seconds, the gun is useless, the bayonet stabs a leader to death, more than 20 people who ran into the house to loot before and after ran away, what is the fox fake tiger might? The lanterns at the door are crooked, but the watermelon is standing at the door and scolding and mocking the backs of those who are fleeing in embarrassment, a typical villain.

However, just when a few relatives were about to turn their heads back to Mao Jue's side, a fat businessman in the neighbor's house who was bald and had a split heart like Bajie ran out quickly, holding his fist and looking sad, and he didn't know what to say to the watermelon in the Japanese language.

Obviously triumphant, thumbs pointed to the stomach, this goods opened their mouths to show off, and the eight precepts who listened to it were even more anxious, in the dizziness of the five relatives, the two goods quarreled with the same Japanese they didn't understand, and bargained for a long time, and the watermelon turned back to Mao Jue with a smile on his face.

"This military master! This is also a small home, bothering you, go again!

Turning his head to see the three-foot-tall arm of the rich mansion that had burst out of the firelight, the pro-soldier and the leader couldn't help but have a few drums of green tendons on his head.

…………

Although he was more interested in the tea business of this watermelon, Mao Jue didn't pay much attention to it, and stayed at the gate of the military office for a while, then went back to his home, and returned to Tuweizi outside the city, although he was still very confident in defeating the Japanese people, but after all, it was a labor expedition, and commanded such a large-scale battle, Mao Jue's psychological pressure was still very great, tonight, the Japanese army broke and fled, and Nagasaki fell, he could be regarded as able to sleep peacefully.

But as soon as this head lay down, the old man Wen Meng ran into the tent in a hurry, and Mao Jue, who was startled by a word, couldn't help but jump up from the hammock.

"What, the third regiment is trapped!"

(End of chapter)