I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

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In the fourth year of Chongzhen, on the bank of the West Lake.

The gentle breeze, the chirping of birds, the melody of mist and rain, the quiet dreams of flowers, the drunken breeze, the rippling water waves, the fragrance of clouds and brocade dreams, are the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, not a paradise, but better than paradise.

A young man was wearing a pair of nondescript shorts, sitting on the shore, holding a thick black cigar in his hand, smoking it one after another, "Grandpa, you have tricked me. Didn't you let me inherit Brother Pao?" , why are you here in the late Ming Dynasty? Zheng Chenggong is only ten years old this year, and he has become my nephew, where on earth can I be a robe brother? "

This person is naturally Dapeng. He traveled 400 years in a daze and came to the late Ming Dynasty. The current owner of this body is named Zheng Zhipeng.The fourth brother of the great Japanese pirate Zheng Zhilong!

But at this time, Zheng Zhilong had already recruited people, who were Ming's maritime guerrillas.

What’s interesting is that the former owner of this body did not float on the sea with Zheng Zhilong, but was doing business in Hangzhou. It is said that it was because he could not do anything well and could not eat anything. Zheng Zhilong I took him on two business trips and both ended up losing money, so I sent him to Hangzhou to take care of the business. To put it simply, in three words: a prodigal!

What's even more interesting is that his eldest nephew, who is only ten years old, also came to Hangzhou to live with him because he was studying under a famous teacher. He is the legendary famous national surname, Zheng Chenggong, who is still called Zheng Sen. It is suspected that the relic left by this guy caused him to travel through time. It was just for the convenience of life. On weekdays, the Tagawa family took him to live in the backyard, and they didn't have much contact.

The reason why this body was passed through by him was because he played with six women, one dragon and six phoenixes, and then acted bravely and took the dragon-tiger medicine, and played with himself to death, which is also weird.He has inherited some memories, but they are intermittent and cannot be connected together. Just based on the fragments of memory, this guy's life will be three swords and six holes according to Brother Pao's rules.

Zheng Zhipeng was sitting on the bank of the West Lake, smoking a cigar and thinking about how he would live his life in the future. All the passers-by looked at him with disdain. They obviously knew what he was, but he just couldn't remember it. Vaguely.

Next to him was a young man in green clothes and a small hat, who said in a dignified manner: "Fourth Master, it's cold by the lake. Let's go back quickly. The goods you requested have arrived."

"Goods? What goods?"

"Fourth Master, you asked for the goods yourself, and you don't remember them so soon?"

Zheng Zhipeng twisted his temples with his knuckles and tried hard to dig out the remaining memory fragments in his mind. It took him a long time to remember what the goods were, but his handsome face suddenly turned red. He didn't know whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

It turns out that this ex has a hobby, he likes to play with mother and daughter, and he must be from a good family. It doesn’t matter whether he looks good or bad, what is important is the feeling of grievance. The better the family, the more excited he will be. What’s even more amazing is that he still likes to use this The gentlemen of the family were tied up and watched, enjoying the look of wanting to eat themselves but being helpless.

This is so perverted!

The Ah Fu behind him said with a smile: "Four Master, this batch of goods was carefully selected by me. I heard that this girl is very strong. It is your favorite tune. This is your precious medicine. It is of the best quality." The purified Xiaoyao ointment is guaranteed to you..."

Zheng Zhipeng was furious: "Careful selection? Are you still an individual? What kind of person can do this?"

The more he scolded, the angrier he got, and because his mentality was still a little unstable, he slapped him with a slap and immediately knocked the boy unconscious.

All right, what's going on?

This man has always been a moody master. In addition, he was born in a Japanese pirate family and has always regarded human life as trivial. Therefore, even though he felt aggrieved, he still knelt down with a plop and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master, the villain is wrong, and the villain knows he is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"My... mistake is..."

The boy held it in for a long time and really couldn't figure it out.

"Ugh……"

Zheng Zhipeng waved his hand helplessly to signal him to get up. After all, this was all the fault of his predecessor, so what does it have to do with being a servant?

"Let the person go when you go back. Don't do such outrageous things to me again in the future. Send the person away politely and pay them 300 taels of silver."

"Yes, yes, the villain will do it right away, right away."

"By the way, what kind of treasure are you talking about? Bring it over and show it to me."

I thought to myself that my ex seemed to be eating this thing to death.

The boy hurriedly knelt down and raised his hands in the air, offering a box of precious medicine. Zheng Zhipeng opened it and took a quick look. It was a big black mass, like shit, and had a strange smell.

"What the hell is this?"

"Xiaoyao ointment."

"Xiaoyao ointment...do you know what kind of medicinal materials it is made from?"

"Master, Xiaoyao ointment is Wuxiang. It was the favorite of Master Wanli in the past. By the way, I heard that people in the north call this product Fushou ointment. It seems that it was given the name by Master Wanli himself. Ordinary people with money can't buy it. .”

Zheng Zhipeng's face turned pale, and his hands looked like he had Parkinson's disease.

"You said...you said...this thing is called Fu Shou Ointment?"

"Yes."

Zheng Zhipeng raised his foot and kicked him: "Are you giving me opium?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and was about to hit him. The boy was so frightened that he huddled on the ground and shivered, but he felt even more confused inside.

Seeing his pitiful look, Zheng Zhipeng was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. A burst of unknown fire rushed directly to his face, and he didn't know who to direct it at. He wanted to slap himself twice, as something seemed wrong.

The whole person was sitting on a big rock by the West Lake in despair, as if someone had just fucked him.

In later generations, most people thought that opium was introduced into the country at the end of the Qing Dynasty. In fact, it had been around for a long time, but it was used for medicinal purposes. Emperor Wanli could not live without it even for a day. It was only enshrined in the palace. Each time it weighs more than 200 kilograms.

No wonder the predecessor would eat this food and die.

"How long have I been eating this food, and what's the approximate amount?"

The boy didn't know why, but his master was obviously not normal today, so he didn't dare to think too much, and quickly answered truthfully: "You... you have been taking medicine for more than a year, sometimes three times a day, sometimes four times. The dosage at one time is about half a tael. Sometimes you will get more when you are in a better mood.”

As soon as Zheng Zhipeng's eyes darkened, his mind couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, and all the bones in his body turned into soft dough in an instant.

More than a year... then he must be addicted.

Inhalation enters the lungs and swallowing enters the stomach, but ultimately the toxins enter the blood. However, most of the toxins will be excreted when swallowed. Compared with ingestion, it is just a waste, but the essence is the same.

As soon as the cool breeze blew, Zheng Zhipeng couldn't help but shiver, and a big runny nose fell from his lips.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Zheng Zhipeng suddenly felt very cold.