As an orphan, I was able to spend a happy childhood, was admitted to university, found a good job after graduating from college, was appreciated by the leadership, had a good income, resigned and started a business, and made my first pot of gold.

God treats himself well, Wang Tong has always thought so, although when success was just around the corner, he had an incurable disease.

The money that came was just enough to keep him in the hospital until he died, which was really good luck, and Wang Tong often made jokes about himself in the hospital bed.

The vision gradually dimmed, his consciousness was blurred, Wang Tong knew that he was about to die, but at this time his thoughts were like a tide, from childhood to adulthood, in order to be like everyone else, in order to have a better future, he has been working hard, but he didn't expect this ending.

"I'm not willing to ......"

Thirty-one-year-old Wang Tong died alone in his hospital bed, and no one heard his last mutter.

Three years of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Guangdong, Macao.

On the slope of the hill near the sea, Western-style buildings are lined up one after another, and more than a dozen forts are set up in various key places, and it is hard to imagine that in 20 years this side was just a wasteland by the sea.

The mix of yellow-faced Han Chinese and white Europeans makes for a unique style that you won't find anywhere else in the Ming Dynasty, where Franco-laden women haggle with Han Chinese vegetable vendors on the streets, and white-clad whites peddle crude "Franco-Ronals specialties" on the street with the Ming people.

In the blacksmith shop of the Franc man, you can even see Han Chinese children as apprentices.

"Wang Tong!! Your dad told you to hurry home!! ”

Someone shouted loudly at the top of his voice, and the sound came into the blacksmith shop on the side of the street, and when a sturdy child heard this, he put down the iron rod and drill in his hand, stood up and said goodbye to the bearded middle-aged white man on the side:

"Master Bamond, today I am going back to my hometown in Beijing, thank you for teaching me so much in the past six months."

The bearded white man was beating an iron rod on the anvil, and when he heard the child's words, he slowed down the pace of the beating, and said in stiff Chinese:

"Thank me, I won't pay you, the burden by the door is for you, and we don't owe each other anything in the future."

Wang Tong didn't answer, just bowed deeply there, picked up the burden at the door, and ran out quickly, Jingshi and Macao are thousands of miles apart, this Bamund is white again, the chance of goodbye is quite slim, Wang Tong was sad in his heart, and left quickly.

He didn't hear the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil behind him, and naturally he couldn't see the bearded Bamond wiping his wet eyes with his hands.

At this time, Macao was not very large, and Wang Tong soon ran to the port, where there were both soft-sailed Galen and Clark ships and hard-sailed Dafu ships, with masts like forests, and the scale of the moored ships even exceeded that of the small city of Macao itself.

Wang Tong, who ran here, had already seen a middle-aged man standing on the edge of the trestle, this middle-aged man was wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist.

Wang Tong and this middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes are quite similar, but compared to Wang Tong's stocky and strong, this middle-aged man looks a little pale, although his body is tall, but he is very thin.

"Dad, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Running to him, Wang Tong raised his head and said, the middle-aged man stopped coughing, wiped the hand covering his mouth behind him, touched Wang Tong's head lovingly, and gently reproached:

"You kid, a few adults who saw you off have already gone back, just waiting for you!"

Wang Tong lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly, the middle-aged man turned around and walked towards a lucky boat, he hurriedly followed, and the middle-aged man kept talking.

“…… You're twelve years old, studying and learning martial arts is the right way, Xiaotong, you soak in the blacksmith all day long, or you'll be stupid and mess around......"

Wang Tong walked side by side with his father, and the others were afraid to avoid Jinyiwei when they saw him, so no one noticed that there was a trace of blood somewhere on the placket of the middle-aged man's clothes, which was where he had just wiped his hands.

The ship is wide, and now it is the season of calm waves, people can hardly feel the movement on the boat, standing on the deck, watching the blue waters, seagulls flying by the side of the boat, which makes people feel refreshed.

The middle-aged man was weak, and as soon as the ship set sail, he went into the cabin to rest, and he knew that his child would not run around, so he was relieved to let Wang Tong stay on the deck.

In the leeward of the shipbuilding of the Fu Boat, Wang Tong sat there and untied the little burden, which was not bad as he expected, and there was a short firearm in the baggage.

After learning to strike iron with Bamond for half a year, it is estimated that the bearded white man also saw his love for firearms, and gave him a handful as a gift when he was leaving.

The wooden handle is polished very smooth, the primer pool is tightly fitted, the trigger is very flexible, and it can be regarded as a household made with heart, but it is heavier, almost four catties.

The Franc machine short arquebus is almost the most advanced weapon of this era, but there is really no way to compare it with the automatic weapons of later generations.

……

It's been twelve years since he came to the Ming Dynasty, Wang Tong sighed, his demeanor and expression at this time were like Chengren, which was not what he should have at his age.

After such a long time, Wang Tong still remembers the horror and ecstasy at that time.

Perhaps there is a providence in the dark, as Wang Li, the father of Jingshi Jinyi Wei Xiaoqi, the name given to him is still Wang Tong. Soon after giving birth to him, his mother died of a violent illness, and Wang Li, who was loving to the husband and wife, did not remarry, and pulled Wang Tong alone until now.

Having centuries of knowledge and experience did not make him a prodigy, modern marketing and planning knowledge was useless in this era, but maturity was an obstacle to his acceptance of life in this era.

With the knowledge of living again, Wang Tong doesn't want to lose it again, he grows up like a real baby, studying silently and quietly, and never slackening his body.

In this era of lack of medical treatment, a strong body is the guarantee of health......

Four years ago, that is, in the fifth year of Longqing, Wang Li was transferred to Macao to investigate, and their family had no relatives in Beijing, so they naturally brought Wang Tong with them.

Although it had only been 30 years since the Franco-Robot appeared in Macau, it was already a Westernized town, and Wang Tong found a blacksmith shop where firearms could be made.

Knowing the knowledge of firearms must be of great help to him, Wang Tong tried his best to enter this shop as an apprentice, but he was too young and his father did not agree at all.

It wasn't until half a year ago that the sturdy Wang Tong persuaded Wang Li to be introduced to the shop.

Wang Li and the people around him thought that Wang Tong was just a child's whim, but they didn't expect that the twelve-year-old Wang Tong had learned it in the blacksmith shop to this day.

Learn one more useful technique, and your chances of survival in this era will be greater, Wang Tong thought while skillfully inspecting the various parts of the short firecracker.

Suddenly, a violent cough came, Wang Tong hurriedly wrapped the burden in his hand, and ran quickly towards his father Wang Li's cabin.

From the cold and dry north to the hot and humid coast of the South China Sea, Wang Li traveled thousands of miles, was busy with official business, and did not adapt to the environment, Wang Li did not come to Macao for a long time, and his physical condition began to deteriorate.

Macau is a remote place in Guangdong, and there is a shortage of medical treatment, and Wang Li's body is getting weaker day by day.

Outside the ship is the boundless sea, and the way home has just begun.

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