From Shi Xiaolou back to Changsheng, in the days that followed, a head always sticks out on the courtyard wall of the Siyi Linguan, looking at the chariots and horses passing by the streets and heading towards the port with a complex look of envy.

Francis Bacon originally thought he had already taken root in Changsheng, but now he has three jobs, a monthly salary of 9,000 to 12,000 Tongbao, which is enough to live a relatively rich life.

Now he still lives in Siyilin Pavilion most of the time. Because of the control of horses, donkeys and mules, he finally bought a small donkey until last month, but four months ago he bought a one-entry Sihe courtyard outside the city.

The yard is not far from the wood yard. A corner of 60 steps away, 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 on this land. He saved his life from the Spanish mine and worked as a jade maid with the skill of carving sacrificial vessels. He started at the jade shop in the city and barely became an apprentice. When the smoke from the cooking stove rose in the evening, he always complained to the young master from Jiangnan saying that his skills were not good.

The family of six on the right is an immigrant from the Ming Dynasty. They are divided into a thousand-acre forest farm in the village in the south of the city. They are now rented to a timber farm. They steam corn buns and turkey buns at home. Every noon, they are either old couples or two very white and tall daughters-in-law pushing a truck to the timber farm. This simple transaction can make them earn 1,200 Tongbao every day.

There were no young men at home. Their two sons who were born very tall were left in Chengnan Village. The eldest son was a musketeer in Bacon's understanding. The second son was an officer named "Ma Kuaishou" in Ming Dynasty, so he was elected as deputy lieutenant by the military office when he immigrated and distributed the fields.

The two sons never go home at the same time, but they all have brand new Jinghai suits and carry a mesh. The second son, who has a set of mail, sometimes does not hold a long musket, and has a short musket with two barrels inserted around his waist. I heard that the pistol was given by an officer who admired him, and no other deputy lieutenant had.

At the end of the month, the timber farm has to count the goods and calculate the accounts. Bacon, who is the accountant, will be busy until very late, so this house can provide him with a good rest.

Bacon also saved up some money. Recently, he tried to discuss with the accountant of the timber factory, the directly affiliated boss, to find a way to buy a piece of land at the entrance of the factory, and then go to the county government to approve it as a shop.

He wanted to use his savings to invest in his neighbor's business, but things were gradually gaining momentum.

This made Bacon imagine a better life in the future. This is probably the most charming place for Changsheng. All the hopes of people are clearly placed in front of them. People are not trapped in the form or are trapped in the reality of religion, aristocracy, etc., they just need to make themselves live a better life.

Everything is full of hope...

But at this moment, news came as if it was bolt from the blue and he was fired.

The reason is not because he did not do his job well, nor because he wanted to buy a small piece of land at the entrance of the factory to make a shop.

It is his employer Shi Xiaolou. To be precise, Shi Xiaolou is not Bacon's employer. His employer is Qi brother, who is the adopted son of Shi Xiaolou who manages Changsheng's business, and the owner of the wood farm is the employer.

Obviously they all had to obey Shi Xiaolou's orders. Because of this, the owner of the wood farm with a fair face and a short stature found Bacon himself, praised him for his hard work and serious work, gave him two months of salary, and then told him mercilessly that the wood farm no longer needed him to work here.

The good days for Bacon are over.

Although he was eager to figure out the reason, no one would tell him the reason, and everyone he could contact was just obedient.

The huge setback made Bacon ignore the changes around him for a period of time, but at some point, he was wandering in the Changsheng Street Market and suddenly found that there were more cars and horses on the street.

The streets that are always popular are very lively, but they are all locals. Even the people in the village outside the city will only arrive at the market in the north of the city one or two days before the market opens three days a month. This is obviously not the case in the city now.

By chance, he saw his neighbor's second son who was a deputy lieutenant in the village on the street. The former horse was riding a variegated Mongolian horse and rested at home for three days, because half a month ago, he led the 17-Article leader under his command at the order of the governor, and followed the hundred households across the border to enter New Spain with eight deputy lieutenants, and escorted a batch of goods at Port Wei on the east coast.

Therefore, a rare vacation is ushered in.

The owner of the cargo was Shi Xiaolou. News soon spread as Baojia, who participated in the escort, entered the city on vacation. People said that Shi Xiaolou's fleet went to Europa to return safely, and this trip could earn at least million taels of silver!

The people in the city used words to describe the goods they had never seen before. In the description of the people, Bacon had a rough understanding of the goods brought back by Shi Xiaolou's long voyage.

Others don't know what those goods are, but Bacon knows them.

Later, the flag army guarding the cavalry school ground of the Changsheng Guard in the south of the city discovered a sneaky figure. After being locked in a cell, Bacon finally fulfilled his wish to see his old friend, but his friends may not necessarily want to see him.

"Why are you looking for me? You have paid off the money you owe me long ago."

Bacon sleeping on the corn stalk was heard through the wooden cage and got up, and the shaking straw on his body was flying all over the sky in the narrow cell. He grabbed the fence and looked at the exit of the cell that shone out with light.

The person who came against the light had a strong body, and the collided sound of the colliding sound of the bracelet rubbing against the light was clear, and the sound of the horse boots stepping on the ground echoed in the deep corridor.

There is also the eye-catching flag behind the back.

Hearing the familiar voice, Bacon didn't even notice that Ying Ming's legs were crooked, and hurriedly said, "Daojun Longhu is here, where are you going! I just looked at the wall and they locked me up for six days. I'm thinking about a way to let me go... What's wrong with your legs?"

The closer you get, the easier it is to see that Ying Ming's other hand, which was not holding the helmet, was not pressed on the hilt of the waist like many officials, but was holding his butt behind.

Hearing Bacon's words, Ying Ming did not answer. He just asked the flag army to open the cell while saying angrily: "I would rather be locked in jail for six days, it is hard to be a small flag!"

"I'm idle and have nothing to do to pull the walls of the military camp. If you don't give you a shot, just have fun secretly." Ying Ming, who took Bacon out of the cell and stood at the gate of the camp, no longer held his butt with his hands, but walked a little slower: "It's useless to find me, I can't help you, you're all dead ends."

Before Bacon could speak, the request he wanted to give was answered by Ying Ming.
Chapter completed!