Chapter 4 Pirates who pay the ransom?

Looking at Liang Pengfei burying his head and swallowing the hot and sweet fish porridge, Liang Yuanxia took a breath. This time, he took Liang Pengfei to the sea business, not because he hoped that his son could become a weapon early and take over the family business of the old Liang family. Yesterday's shock scared most of his soul. Lao Liang's family came to Liang Pengfei's generation, but he was the only one. If he really had a chance, how would he tell his wife and Liang Pengfei's grandmother? You know, Liang Pengfei's only seedling is the ** in his mother's eyes.

After eating and wiping it all, Liang Pengfei was satisfied. It's still the fragrance of our Chinese food. Although the taste of the food in Africa is also unique, it's just a few things over and over again. It's not as good as our Chinese cuisines, and the taste is ever-changing. This bowl of fish porridge alone hooked out Liang Pengfei's greedy worm and returned to the land. First, he had a fucking roast suckling pig first. Thinking about the crispy golden pig skin and the fatty suckling pork, Lao Liang's saliva almost dripped out.

"Peng'er, it's not enough. Dad will give you another bowl." Liang's official thought that his son's appetite was greatly increased. He was very gratified. Eating was a good thing, which proved that his son's recovery ability was good.

"No, my son is full." Liang Pengfei shook his head. If there is anything for your son to do, just tell him. Liang Pengfei has never been a master with a stable buttocks. The pain on his head has been healed a lot, and he has just been full. Liang Pengfei, who has no place to use all his strength, said bravely. When you arrive in a strange environment, you have to know the people and things around you in the shortest time, which is a must for a good salesman.

"What's the matter? Ha ha, just take good care of your body. Don't worry about the rest." Liang Yuanxia took the sea bowl and put it aside, patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder.

At this time, the sage Lu Yuan came in with a musket and told Liang Yuanxia that the injured ships had almost been repaired. The more than 20 captured foreigners were detained in the bottom cabin and asked Liang Yuanxia what to do with these guys.

"There are really few people who dare to rob my fleet. When did these French people become so bold?" Liang Yuanxia straightened her burly body and said in a low voice, with a fierce murderous intention on her body.

"The little let the interpreter ask. They claimed that they happened to pass by this area and saw that our fleet did not have many artillery, so they wanted to get a ticket. In addition, I hope we can release their prisoners and they can pay us a ransom." Lu Yuan replied respectfully.

"There is no such rule in our industry. If you hurt my son like this, do you still want to live? Cut it all for me and feed it to the shark. Liang Yuanxia clenched his fist with his big hand, and the light in his eyes was more dazzling than the morning sun that slanted into the cabin.

Liang Pengfei narrowed his eyes and felt strange in his heart, ransom? It seems that in the West, only wars between nobles need to be ransomed to redeem the hostages. Hearing Liang Yuanxia's instructions, Lu Yuan, who didn't even raise the corners of his eyes, turned around and was about to walk out of the hatch.

Liang Pengfei shouted, "Wait, Master Lu, please show me that musket." Liang Pengfei stared at the musket in Lu Yuan's hand. He had never seen the authenticity of this old-fashioned musket. He had seen it in the picture at most before. Liang Pengfei couldn't help feeling a little itchy.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but be stunned by Liang Pengfei's order. He raised his eyes and glanced at Liang Yuanxia. Seeing that Liang Yuanxia had no strange intention, he handed the musket in his hand to Liang Pengfei's hand. Young master, please be careful. This musket has been loaded with ammunition.

Liang Pengfei quickly took it in his hand and fiddled with it a few times. He couldn't help curling his lips contemptuously. It seemed that it was really worthy of the 18th century. This flconry-haired gun was so simple and not much more beautiful than the fire stick. Thinking about the light weapons he had played in later generations, Liang Pengfei suddenly lost interest, but when When his eyes fell on somewhere on the gun, he couldn't help but be stunned: "No, since he is French, how can he use British firearms?"

Lu Yuan and Liang Yuanxia both had question marks on their heads. Peng'er, what do you mean by that?

"Dad, look here. The company name of the manufacturer on this gun is in the words of Yingyi." Liang Pengfei's finger pointed on the character of the gun body. In connection with the ransom just now, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.

" By the way, are other firearms the same model as this one?" Liang Pengfei returned the musket to Lu Zheng and asked.

"This, the little one didn't care at that time." Lu Zheng was slightly stunned, shook his head and replied.

"Dad, don't kill those people first. I want to have a look first." Liang Pengfei turned his head and looked at his father Liang Yuanxia. Liang Yuanxia smiled and said, "Since you think there is a problem, deal with it."

Hearing this, Liang Yuanxia's unreserved trusting eyes on him, Liang Pengfei nodded fiercely in his heart.

Sure enough, the 69 guns captured were all made in Britain, and even those guns were made in Britain. In the end, Liang Pengfei found the answer in the captain's room of the armed merchant ship.

Liang Pengfei patted the captain's nautical chart and affirmed: "Dad, this is definitely not a French armed merchant ship, but a British one. You see, this voyage and this chart are also full of Yingyi's words, and the above records have shown that they have been wandering here for at least three days, and there must be something wrong here.

Liang Yuanxia's expression also became gloomy. She raised her eyebrows and looked back at Lu Yuan.

The Lu sonet, who rarely took the initiative to speak, nodded and walked out without saying a word. Liang Yuanxia turned around and patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder: "Good boy, it's worthy of our old Liang family who reads the most, and his brain is better than his father's."

"It's not that you have always cultivated well." Liang Pengfei shook his hand as a little flattery. Sure enough, Liang Yuanxia and Liang's senior officials smiled, looking old and comforting.

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"The young master is right. They are not French Yi, but Ying Yi." Just as Liang Yuanxia and Liang Pengfei and his son were standing in the bow of this European-style armed merchant ship, admiring the blue and wide and heartbreaking sea, Lu Yuan, whose expression seemed to be unchanged, came back. The smell of blood on his body seemed to be a little thicker, and the back of his hand was still stained with blood scab that had not been completely condensed.

"However, no matter how the little one asked, they insisted that they were a group of British pirates pretending to be French, hoping that we could agree to their terms and be willing to redeem their lives with 3,000 gold coins."

"Dad, I want to ask in person." Liang Pengfei turned his mind. These guys are so hard-mouthed that it is definitely a big problem. If they are really British pirates, will they think that their political axe will think of money for the safety of their lives?

This is not the 21st century. Do you still talk about human rights to pirates? Liang Pengfei couldn't help laughing in his heart.

More than a dozen torches were lit in the bottom cabin, lighting up here. The more than 20 British were tied up and thrown in a corner. Many British were bleeding from their mouths and noses, their eyes were bruised, and their expressions looking at Lu Yuan with hatred and fear.

There were also two people hanging on the wall of the boat, looking dying. Their clothes were as broken as beggars who had been begging all year round. In front of them, there was a stove, and the soldering iron inside was placed in the stove, which was dazzlingly red.

"Master, young master, why are you here?" Yesterday, the bald man who sent carbon to Liang Pengfeixue was naked, revealing his black skin and angular muscles. There seemed to be crushed meat and blood scabs on the whip in his hand. When he saw the two men, he smiled, not like a torture, but like a simple old farmer who was weeding the crops.

The fake doctor who was on guard with a musket next to him also said hello to this side.

" Monk, scholar, don't kill people." Liang Yuanxia said with a smile. Monk Chen is the nickname of a bald man. His real name is Chen Dazhuang. He is just like his name. Because he is naturally bald, everyone calls him a monk. The scholar is the fake doctor. His surname is Bai. He was born in a scholar's family. He is a knowledgeable and flexible cultural person. He once studied medicine in the pharmacy, so he is usually responsible for some minor illnesses and injuries of the pirates, and helps to write family letters from time to time. Therefore, there is no one in the original name. On the contrary, the white book was born for his logo surname.

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