Yan Siqi was taken aback, only when this righteous brother wanted to learn the poems of the Song Dynasty, and he had not started writing for a long time, he was relieved. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He sighed, he was still eager to live a good life by relying on the tailor shop, even if he really developed one day, he was just learning from Guo Jie, Hou Sheng, Zhu Hai and the like, and if there was any injustice, he would also learn from Nawu Erlang.

He doesn't want to go to sea, and he doesn't want to go to sea, and he still looks forward to a peaceful life in his heart.

Although the tailor is tired, and there are often thugs under the tax inspector to collect some fees, life is still passable.

He didn't read as much as his Jinlan brothers, and he read all forbidden books. As the saying goes, the direction is not right, the more knowledge the more reactionary, and now the things that Lin Zigui reads are undoubtedly progressive relative to the times, but whether progress or reaction is determined by a preset position.

After drinking a few more cups, Lin Zigui's mood gradually calmed down, and Yan Siqi said again: "Brother, I think I should think about going to sea again." Let's not talk about the turmoil at sea, let's just say that this matter is not allowed by the government. ”

"Big brother, what does it mean that the official family is allowed? What is not allowed? The words of the official are unchangeable? Don't say that the official family is the words of a saint, is it unchangeable? ”

"Today's people are originally rich and noble, but they think they don't want to, but they really want to use this as a ladder of pride, and they also adopt moral and righteous things to cover themselves."

"I made it clear, I just want to be rich, I just want to be rich, there is nothing shameful about this, the world is bustling for profit, the world is bustling for profit, what are you afraid of when you say it? Do you have to hide some moral words? Besides, the master is just an ordinary person, and his words are not all hard-won truths, and his rights and wrongs cannot be regarded as right and wrong, and everyone should be right and wrong. ”

Speaking of this, I couldn't help but think of a booklet I got from the dock that I had secretly hidden, and I don't know where it came from, but it was extremely pleasant to read.

Some of them were even extremely bold, but no one knew where these pamphlets came from, and the merchants of the Great Xia Kingdom were all gentle and frugal, and they didn't seem to have anything to do with them.

Thinking of some of the contents that I had figured out from the books I had read before, I said loudly: "Everyone should have their own inner right and wrong and heaven and earth, and this is freedom!" ”

"I went to sea, one is to make a good life with your brothers and sisters. Second, I want to look at the overseas world and see what the places that don't have the words of saints are like! ”

Yan Siqi glanced at the woman again, and the woman smiled: "What he wants to do, just do it." I won't persuade it, and my uncle doesn't have to persuade it. Your brother was trying to persuade you to join him. ”

Yan Siqi sighed, shook his head and said, "Brother, if I think about it again, I really can't bear my tailor's shop." ”

Or in order to cheer up the righteous brother, he said with a smile: "It is said that Gou Fugui should not forget each other!" Brother is looking forward to the day when you are developed, and I will borrow your light when the time comes! ”

The two of them said something else, and when they left, Yan Siqi took the two pieces of cloth away, thinking about how much surplus silver taels he still had in his hand, and he would come to give them to his righteous brother tomorrow. If the interest on the loan is too expensive, naturally although you don't want to go to sea, if your brother wants to go to sea, you can't stop it, and you can get some silver taels.

After Yan Siqi left, the woman cleaned up the scraps, and Lin Zigui recited the books she got a few days ago by candlelight, and couldn't help but sing and sing songs to the Quartet.

Isn't freedom a good thing? Nature is good, especially for feudal society, this is a poison, a poison that can spread quickly, like a plague.

Jiangnan at the end of the Ming Dynasty was a bit like Renaissance Europe, with carnal desire, human nature, money worship, mercenary, and extreme freedom...... Those things that have broken free from the obscurity of the old times are expressed in an extreme form. Rebellion, rebellion, freedom, breaking through the shackles of religion and religion are germinating with difficulty, but it is difficult to become the mainstream.

The good and the bad are the germ of ideas. I only want the good, not the bad, that's a fool's dream.

When the emancipation of the sexes, money worship, rebellion, and so on reach the extreme, it is the time for tradition to return, and it is a religious reformation to intersect with each other, forming a new tradition in which tradition and rebellion complement each other. Spontaneous change is tradition, and tradition is not eternal.

Human rights and freedoms are weapons to break the feudal shackles, and only after the bourgeoisie has seized power will these definitions be revised, from absolute rights and absolute freedoms to limited rights and the freedom of capital.

However, in the past, it was necessary to rely on individual freedom and rights to defeat the old era, and the spontaneous resistance of people who relied on free thought eventually formed a monstrous flame, and after seizing power, it was redefined into a ruling concept rather than a revolutionary concept, and from the fact that individual rights were not infringed upon in any way to the state could deprive them of rights at an appropriate time, which meant that the bourgeois concept of human rights matured after seizing power.

Lin Zigui's thoughts are still very simple, and they have not yet reached the point of thinking so far and thinking about the connection between freedom, people, and the country.

And he thinks a lot, not because of the pamphlets that spread it, but because there is a foundation before that, and the environment here gives this idea a chance to spread. The first to say these things has died for "daring to advocate chaos and confuse the world", just like the Protestants or Bruno who were slaughtered on the other side of the world.

When a person dies, his mind burns and kills him.

It's just that Lin Zigui, who believes in these things, is a small person at this time, and his brother-in-law Yan Siqi is still just a small person, so all this will not make any waves at this time.

Yan Siqi was really a very small person at this time, and he didn't even dare or want to go to sea, he just thought about running his own tailor shop in Zhangzhou, thinking about sending money to his righteous brother tomorrow, thinking about how to avoid the extortion of those tax supervisors and villains in the future, and thinking about how much copper and a few taels of silver could be left this month......

At this moment, the biggest dream is nothing more than being developed and rich, relying on a pair of fists to settle the uneven, that's all.

When I went back, I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. He thought that the sea was too dangerous, and many people died there every year, and he didn't know if his righteous brother would be able to return safely......

In fact, he was right, the sea was dangerous, and it was.

For example, at this time, on the sea north of the Tamsui River in Taiwan, there is a small sampan floating on it, on which lies a man in his forties, feeling the horror and despair brought by the sea.

His lips were dry and cracked, and he was skinny, and he wanted to swallow his saliva, but he found that the saliva was long gone.

The throat was dry and it was like there was sand rubbing there, and every breath was a great pain.

The blue water on the sea is at his fingertips, but he knows that this is seawater, and the more he drinks, the thirstier he becomes, and the faster he dies.

However, in despair, knowing that this was the case, a voice in his head kept telling him: "Drink, drink, maybe you can really quench your thirst...... Water! Water, that's water......"

Another voice kept reminding him: "Don't drink it, have you forgotten how ugly it is for those who can't help but drink the seawater to die?" Hold on! You didn't die in the massacre in Luzon, and you still didn't die as a slave on a ship...... Mazu, Buddha, Jade Emperor, Virgin Mary, God, and Ancestors are all bless you, and you can live......"

The two voices intertwined, and he bit his arm fiercely, closed his eyes and lay flat on the cramped sampan.

There were also a few pieces of hard bread, a piece of dried Spanish meat, and two stolen gold bars that he had brought with him.

Touching the two forbidden gold bars without the seal of the Spanish royal family, he thought that as long as he survived, he could always make a comeback by himself. In less than ten years, he is still a one-sided figure.

This is a dream, relying on two gold bars is the dream of the future, and obviously this person is also a small person at this time. A little man who just wants to drink saliva and survive, and whose biggest dream is to make a comeback with these two snatched gold bars and have a boat of his own......

This person's name is Li Dan, who used to be a figure in Manila a few years ago, becoming the head of the Chinese community, the so-called maintenance president, and he has also had scenery, gold and silver, but now he is just a small person.

He was lucky to survive the massacre in Manila a few years ago. Because he was a Catholic, he was still half of his own in the eyes of the Spaniards, and he did not sin to death.

But all the property that had been in business for many years was confiscated, and he was punished to do hard labor on a ship.

Compared with the more than 20,000 people who were killed, Li Dan felt that he was still lucky, at least he did not become a member of the pile of bones.

When he was punished to do labor on the ship, he remembered that there was a Da Ming behind him, and maybe Da Ming could send troops to rescue him.

It was only then that he came up with the concept of the state, but it was all in vain.

Even if the governor and archbishop of Luzon agreed to return some of the surviving merchants and their finances, they were transferred to Fujian, but he was not among them.

The foul-smelling bottom cabin seemed to be his final destination, and like the black and indigenous slaves who were captured, he spent the rest of his life in this foul-smelling cabin, and when he fell ill, he was thrown into the sea and became food for the fish.

Those black slaves or natives had already accepted their fate, and they didn't dare to resist or want to resist, but Li Dan didn't accept his fate. He believed that his fate would not be like this, and that since he could go to Manila to trade when others were afraid to go to sea, and have a world of his own, his fate would never end in this foul-smelling cabin.

Relying on his proficiency in Spanish and indigenous languages, on the one hand, he pretends that he has accepted his fate, and works as a slave every day diligently and flatteringly, while on the other hand, he quietly instigates an opportunity to defect.

He quietly watched the ship's voyages, noting the path of each voyage, and finally took his fate into his own hands when the ship returned from Japan.

He stole two gold bars, snatched a dinghy in the dark, and left everything to his unyielding fate of not believing that he would die on the sea in such a slump.

Not for revenge, nor for revenge. What supports him is just that he wants to live, wants to live with his destiny in his own hands, that's all.

Even in the boundless sea where his efforts were meaningless, he still did not give up.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the ancestors, or the kindness of the Buddha, or the grace of God, or the benevolence of the Emperor of Heaven, Li Dan, who was on the verge of death, saw a strange big ship in the distance, heading towards this side.

propped up his body, which was already extremely weak, calmly hid the two gold bars in the hidden pocket that had been secretly sewn under the crotch a long time ago, looked at his tattered clothes and vicissitudes of life through the reflection of the sea, endured the pain of the gold bars embellished with his own egg balls, and struggled to stand up after being sure that he could not reveal any flaws......

When he saw the ship coming this way, Li Dan exhausted his strength and lay down in the small cabin.

Looking at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the blazing sun, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Thief God! Want me to die? How can it be so easy! Lao Tzu not only wants to survive, but also to live better than before! ”

After shouting, he laughed, and his dry throat burst with blood, but the laughter couldn't stop.