Chapter 7: Violent Chrysanthemum?

  Ding Yunyi really couldn't understand Zheng Zhilong's actions.

  Although his so-called old master Ding Yuanchao was the Fujian Zanli Junwu, in reality he himself was a small figure who couldn't be any smaller. Yet, judging from Zheng Zhilong's attitude, he attached great importance to him, sometimes threatening to kill him and at other times giving him gifts of swords.

  Zheng Zhi Long was actually thinking of what, himself really couldn't figure it out.

  Things that Ding Yunyi couldn't figure out, he simply put down and didn't think about, saving himself the headache. What's important now is to go to Penghu to take office.

  Xun Jian was just a ninth-grade official, and when he took office, no one saw him off or handed over anything to him. Only Fujian Governor Zou Weiqian wrote a handwritten letter, asking Ding Yunwei to give it to Peng Hutang, telling Hong Diaoyuan that he had appointed a Xun Jian named Yun, roughly meaning that he had assigned a Xun Jian to Hong Diaoyuan, not even a formal appointment.

  Hong Diao Yuan doesn't have to worry about Ding Yun Yi, he is a fellow student of Ding Yuan Zhi, and shouldn't make things difficult for himself.

  Due to Ding Yunyi's outstanding performance in the naval battle, Zou Weiqian rewarded him with "a stroke of silver" - thirty taels, and also allowed him to arbitrarily select two people from the army to accompany him.

  Ding Yunyi had no idea who to choose to go with him to Penghu, a barren island. After thinking for half a day, he chose his former superior, Xiao Yifeng.

  Xiao Yifeng's hundred strokes were not in the mainstream, and although Ding Yunyi was also a small official of sesame green beans, he was after all a ninth-grade inspector. Moreover, Ding Yunyi had saved Xiao Yifeng's life, so when he mentioned it, Xiao Yifeng didn't say another word and agreed to go to Penghu with Ding Yunyi.

  There is also another option, Ding Yunyi, but I don't know about him either.

  Just as I was about to randomly pick one, suddenly a soldier was dragged out from that side. The soldier was knocked to the ground, and the soldiers on both sides picked up their clubs and started beating him with a loud cracking sound.

  The battered soldier was also tough, ten military clubs went down, and he bit his teeth and stubbornly endured without making a sound.

  "Lao Bao got hit by a military stick again." Xiao Yifeng shook his head repeatedly on the side.

  "Who is this?" Ding Yunyi asked casually.

  Xiao Yi Feng bitterly smiled: "This person is also considered a fellow countryman of mine, just Baotou Hua..."

  As soon as the name came out, Ding Yunyi almost burst out laughing. Bao Zhuhua? Bao Juhua? How could there be such a strange name in this world? But thinking about it, people of this era wouldn't know what Bao Juhua is anyway.

  Xiao Yi Feng didn't know what Xiao was thinking in his heart: "This person is not afraid to die in battle, he really dares to risk his life, but it's just as bad, he likes to gamble. As soon as the salary arrives, at most half a day later it belongs to others. What to do when there is no silver? Take things to pawn, take whatever you see, and don't care if they are yours or someone else's."

  This guy is interesting, Ding Yunyi thought to himself.

  After the military stick finished, Bao Zhuhua was taken in to check his injuries, and came out after a while, limping and walking towards him. Xiao Yifeng smiled and said: "Old Bao, what have you done wrong this time?"

  "Laozi took Jiang's autumn pants out and pawned them. This is unbearable, isn't it?" Bao Zhenhua muttered to himself.

  Ding Yunyi and Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but smile. Ding Yunyi took a closer look, Bao Zonghua was called "Old Bao", but he looked like he was only in his early twenties, with a robust physique.

  A thought struck him, and he cupped his hands together to say: "Brother Bao, you stole Commander Zhang's autumn trousers. How could Commander Zhang not bear a grudge in his heart? I think you can't mix here anymore, why don't you go with me to Penghu?"

  "Who is this?" asked Bao Zhuhua in confusion.

  "This is the newly appointed Penghu Magistrate Ding Yunyi, Magistrate Ding."

  "I've met Inspector Ding." Bao Zonghua clenched his fist: "I've been to Penghu, it's a desolate place. The inspector was sent there as punishment, must have offended his superiors."

  "Nonsense." Xiao Yifeng glared: "Ding Xun is the son of Lord Ding Da and Lady Ding Yuanzhao."

  Bao Zhuihua suddenly became aware of it, looking up and down at Ding Yunyi, and said after a while: "Ding's young master? Ha! I say your old man has some nerve, his own son can't be placed anywhere else, he has to throw him to Penghu. Ding Xun, let me tell you, Penghu is not only poor to death, but also the red barbarians and pirates often go there, one careless move and his life will be gone."

  Ding Yunyi didn't say anything profound to him, he just lowered his voice and said: "Lao Bao, have you heard an old saying? The more chaotic the place is, the more opportunities there are to make a fortune."

  "The two words 'get rich' pierced into Bao Zhenhua's ears, and his eyes lit up instantly: 'That's right, anyway I've thoroughly offended Jiang this time, who knows what trouble he'll cause me, going to Penghu to avoid the storm is also good. Inspector Ding, from now on you can count on taking care of things for me.'"

  "Alright, alright."

  Two people make a pair.

  A ninth-grade inspector, with thirty taels of silver, a third-rate hundred officials, and a soldier who likes to gamble, this is what constitutes the "team" for Inspector Ding's appointment.

  On the day of departure, Zou Weiquan had already returned, Ding Yunyi's "father" Ding Yuanzhao was busy with post-war military affairs and did not appear, only Zheng Zhilong came to see him off.

  A general gave a farewell ceremony for an inspector, which was also considered as giving enough face to Ding Yunyi.

  Two of them chatted and saw Zheng Zhilong with a child, asking casually: "Who is this?"

  "This is my son Zheng Sen." Zheng Zhi Long said with great pride when talking about his son.

  Zheng Sen? Future Zheng Chenggong? Upon hearing this name, Ding Yunyi paid extra attention.

  "Ming Yan, come and meet Inspector Ding." Zheng Zhilong called out.

  "Zheng Sen took a step forward: 'I, Zheng Sen, have witnessed the inspection, and during the battle against the Red Barbarians, you led the charge with bravery, beheading strong enemies and upholding the great military prestige of our Ming dynasty. I am deeply impressed.'"

  Does this person sound like a child when speaking?

  Ding Yunyi and Zheng Sen were of the same generation, exchanged a few pleasantries, and said to Zheng Zhilong: "I think young master Zheng is a talented individual with extraordinary eloquence, his future achievements may even surpass those of General Zeng."

  His words were not polite, but they sounded pleasant to Zheng Zhi's ears. It was as if someone praising his son was more pleasing than praising himself. He humbly replied: "Thank you for your kind words, nephew. Unfortunately, Ming Yan is still too young, otherwise the two of you could have become sworn brothers."

  I won't bother to be sworn brothers with Zheng. This person will have a deep mind in the future, and he's not a good kind of person. It's just that I shouldn't offend him myself. Ding Yunyi thought to himself.

  "Brother Zheng, the boat has arrived." Zheng Zhilong pointed and said: "This time we part ways, I'm afraid it will be at least a year or two before we meet again. If you have any difficulties in Penghu, just send someone with a letter back, and Zheng will not refuse to help."

  "Thank you for your hospitality, farewell!"

  Ding Yunyi finished speaking and took Xiao Yifeng and Bao Zhuhua onto the boat. He would never have thought that, simply because of a hand grenade, he had inexplicably come to the Ming Dynasty and inexplicably become the patrol inspector of Penghu Island.

  What will happen at Penghu Meeting? Ding Yunyi didn't know either.

  But since Heaven has brought himself to the Great Ming, there must be a reason for it.