As an orphan, he was able to spend a happy childhood, get into college, find a good job after graduating from college, is appreciated by his leaders, has a generous income, and after quitting, he started his business, and made his first pot of gold.

God treats himself well, Wang Tong always thinks this way, even though success is right in front of him, he suffers from incurable diseases.

The money he came was just enough to keep him in the hospital until his death. This was really a good luck. Wang Tong often joked about himself in the hospital bed.

His vision gradually became dim and his consciousness blurred. Wang Tong knew that he was about to die, but his thoughts were thriving at this moment. From childhood to adulthood, in order to be like others and to have a better future, he has been working hard, but he did not expect this to be the ending.

"I'm not willing..."

The 31-year-old Wang Tong died alone on the hospital bed, and no one heard his last murmur.

In the third year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Guangdong and Macau.

On the hillside near the sea, there are many Western-style buildings, with more than a dozen forts located in key places. Looking at the people coming and going on the streets and the bustling market, it is hard to imagine that this place was just a wasteland by the sea in 20 years.

The yellow-faced Han people and white Europeans mixed together to form the unique style here. You will never see such a scene elsewhere in the Ming Dynasty. The women of Folang Ji bargained with the Han vegetable vendors on the street, and the white people in tattered clothes sold crude "Flang Ji specialties" with the Ming people coming and going on the street.

In the Folang Jiren blacksmith shop, you can even see Han children as apprentices.

"Wang Tong!! Your father told you to go home quickly!!"

Someone shouted loudly at the top of his voice, and the sound came into the blacksmith shop on the street. When a strong 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 next to him:

"Master Bamond, I'm going to go back to my hometown in the capital today. Thank you for teaching me so much in the past six months."

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

"I wouldn't give you wages, thank you, I wouldn't give you the burden by the door. We will not owe each other in the future."

Wang Tong didn't answer the conversation, but just bowed deeply there, picked up the bag at the door, and ran out quickly. The capital and Macau were thousands of miles apart, and Bamond was white again, and the chance of goodbye was quite slim. Wang Tong felt sad and left quickly.

He stopped hearing the hammer behind him hitting the anvil, and naturally he could not see the bearded Bamond wiping the wet corners of his eyes with his hands.

Macau was not big at this time. Wang Tong quickly ran to the port. There were both soft-sailed Galen ships and Clark ships and hard-sailed Dafu ships. The masts were like forests, and the scale of moored ships even exceeded the small town of Macau itself.

Wang Tong, who ran here, had already seen a middle-aged man standing by the trestle. The middle-aged man was wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring sword hanging around his waist. Both the ghosts and the Han people avoided him in awe because they knew that this dress represents the "Embroidered Uniform Guard", one of the most powerful departments of the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Tong is quite similar to this middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes, but compared to Wang Tong's solidity and strongness, the middle-aged man looks a little blue-white in appearance, and although his body is tall, he is very thin. Seeing Wang Tong running over, he quickly smiled and raised his hand to greet him before he was about to speak, but he suddenly started to cough.

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

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

"You kid, several adults who saw you off have already gone back and are 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.

"...I am twelve years old, and studying martial arts is the right way. Xiaotong, you spend all day in the blacksmith shop, or you will be stupid and move..."

Wang Tong and his father walked side by side. When the others saw the Jinyiwei, they were afraid to avoid it, so no one noticed that there was a trace of blood in the middle-aged man's clothes. This was the place where he had just wiped his hands.

The lucky boat is wide, and now it is a calm season. People can hardly feel the movement on the boat. Standing on the deck, watching the blue waves and seagulls flying beside the boat, which makes people feel refreshed.

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

At the leeward of the Fuchuan Tower, Wang Tong sat there untied the small bag, which was exactly what he expected, and there was a short musket in the bag.

After learning ironwork after Bamond for half a year, the bearded white man also saw his love for firearms, so he simply gave him a gift when he was leaving.

The wooden handle is polished very smoothly, the lead-in pool is tightly tactile, and the trigger is very flexible. It is also considered a carefully built item, but it is a bit heavy, weighing about four pounds.

The Franca short-match rope gun is almost the most advanced weapon of this era, but compared with the automatic weapons of later generations, there is really no way to compare them.

...

It has been twelve years since he arrived in the Ming Dynasty. Wang Tong sighed. His expression and expression seemed to be a human being at this time, and it was not what he should have at his age.

After traveling to this era, Wang Tong still remembers the horror and ecstasy at that time after so long.

Perhaps there is God's will in the dark. As the father of the Jinyiwei Xiaoqi of the capital, Wang Li named him Wang Tong. Shortly after giving birth, his mother died of illness. Wang Li, who was loving to the couple, did not marry again, and he pulled Wang Tong alone until now.

Having the knowledge and experience that is ahead of him by hundreds of years has not made him a stunning child prodigy. Modern marketing and planning knowledge is useless in this era, but mature consciousness is an obstacle to his acceptance of life in this era.

With the knowledge of living again, Wang Tong doesn't want to lose it anymore. He grows up like a real baby, studies silently and never relaxes in training his body.

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

Four years ago, in the fifth year of Longqing, Wang Li was transferred to Macau for investigation. Their family had no relatives in the capital, so naturally brought Wang Tong over.

Although Francisco has only been in Macau for thirty years, it is already a Westernized town, and Wang Tong has found a blacksmith shop where you can build firearms.

Understanding the knowledge of firearms will definitely help me. Wang Tong tried every means to become an apprentice in this shop, but he was too young and his father simply disagreed.

It was not until half a year ago that the strong Wang Tong persuaded Wang Li and asked someone to introduce him to the shop.

Wang Li and the people around him thought that Wang Tong was just a child on a whim, but he didn't expect that the twelve-year-old Wang Tong learned it solidly in the blacksmith shop today.

Learn more useful techniques and your chances of survival in this era will be greater. Wang Tong is proficient in checking the various components of the short musket while thinking so.

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

From the cold and dry north to the hot and humid South China Sea, we traveled thousands of miles, busy with official duties, and were not adapted to the environment. Wang Li didn't come to Macau for long, and his physical condition began to get worse.

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

Outside the boat is the endless sea, and the way home has just begun.

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Chapter completed!