Chapter 813 Lisbon's Orphans
"How's the winter in Lisbon?"
Boll stood outside the gate of the house, staring at both sides of the alley.
"Bobo." Sun Chonglou came out and threw a piece of dried meat to Bo'er. Bo'er took it with a smile, "Stone."
"Last time you said that men and women in Portugal were having affairs, but what if they had a child and we didn't know whose child it was?" Sun Chonglou had always been curious about this.
"Unless there is irrefutable evidence, I will raise them as my own children." Bol bit the jerky and found it delicious.
"Doesn't that mean I'm raising a child for someone else?" Sun Chonglou found it incredible.
"Yes!" Boll thought of his father.
He actually came from a good family. His father was a minor noble in Lisbon, but his mother's status was a bit awkward. She was originally a maid. By chance, she was raped by the master, and that's how Bol was born.
This is the same as a concubine giving birth to a son in the Ming Dynasty, that is, Xu Wei's background.
Boll lived happily under the gloomy gaze of his wife until he was five years old, but his good days ended when his father died of illness.
Not long after, her mother followed her father's footsteps and fell ill. She felt that she might not recover, so she called Paul over and whispered something that Paul could not believe.
——Your father is not him, he is a sailor.
The dying mother's eyes were full of life and longing. "We had a banquet at home that time, and he came with the ship owner. He and I..."
Two men and women who should have nothing in common did something good in the attic during the break of the banquet.
The sailor swore that he would marry her when he returned, but after waiting for a long time, the sailor never came.
Not long after, the man got drunk and grabbed Boll's mother and did the same thing in the attic.
"...You are his father!" The mother held Boll's hand, "My poor child, I am dying. Remember, your father is a sailor, and you...are born to belong to the sea."
For a five-year-old child, this news was like a bolt from the blue.
Not long after, the mother passed away. The hostess looked ferocious. Bol cleverly crawled out of the dog hole on a rainy night.
From then on, Lisbon had a homeless child.
He wandered around like this, living by begging and stealing. When he was thirteen, he suddenly figured it out, so he went to the dock to find a ship going out to sea and said he was willing to be an apprentice.
Eight years of wandering life made Boll have a pair of sharp eyes. The ship he found looked shabby and the owner was in a difficult situation and was recruiting sailors at a very low price. So Boll successfully applied for the job.
From then on, he began his own legend... no, it was a journey of desolation.
During his first six months at sea, he learned a lot of skills, but during a robbery, the broken ship accidentally sank.
Paul escaped the disaster thanks to his good swimming ability and was rescued by a passing ship.
This ship was heading to the East, and from then on, Boll began his adventure to the East.
In the following years, Boll experienced countless hardships and desperate battles, and changed his boss several times. Until the last time, their ship ran aground on the coast of Myanmar. The local army rushed over after hearing the news. After a fierce battle, the ship owner and others were killed. Boll, relying on his experience as a tramp, cleverly chose to surrender.
Later, he became the "imperial chef" by cooking, and gradually became a favorite. If Jiang Qingzhi had not defeated his boss, Boer felt that he could become the prime minister.
So deep down, Boll had some grudge against Jiang Qingzhi.
But he didn't dare reveal it at all.
Not to mention Sun Chonglou, the presence of Mo Zhan and others made Boer feel that it would be best to give up all his thoughts. Moreover, this was the Ming Dynasty, and his face, which the women called ugly to the extreme, was a bright target wherever he went.
So, he gave up.
Then let’s mix it up!
The guards excluded him because of his alien identity and skin color, but he just laughed it off.
Sun Chonglou stubbornly called him Bobo, but he just laughed it off...
Occasionally he would look at the setting sun in the west, thinking about returning to Lisbon with a large fleet one day to make that vicious woman pay the price.
But thinking about his own situation, Boll laughed at himself and waved towards the sunset, as if saying goodbye to something.
He touched the pendant in his arms, which was the only relic his mother left him.
This is a silver pendant, an eagle.
This was his only wish in this world. When he was captured by the Burmese, the silver pendant was taken away. After Boll stepped in, he tried every possible way and finally got the pendant back.
At this moment, standing in the morning light, Bol touched the silver pendant in his arms, and watched several leisurely old people talking in the alley, and suddenly he felt a strange feeling.
Lisbon!
Ming dynasty……
Paul whispered, "Where is my home?"
He looked at the alley and the smoke in a daze, feeling empty inside, as if his soul was drifting away.
"Bobo, keep an eye on it." Sun Chonglou went in.
"Yeah!" Paul nodded.
"Hello, Uncle!" Menzi shouted. Boll turned around and Jiang Qingzhi just walked out.
"Uncle!" Bol walked over with a smile and took out a silver pendant that he had made with a silversmith. "This is my full-moon gift to you, uncle."
Jiang Qingzhi took the silver pendant and said, "It's quite interesting."
"Qingzhi!"
Jiang Qingzhi turned around and said, "Mr. Jing Chuan."
The man who came was Tang Shunzhi, dressed in cloth and straw sandals, looking quite capable. "How is the child?"
"I'm in particularly good spirits."
"Oh!"
"I must cry every night."
Tang Shunzhi couldn't help but smile and handed over his gift. Jiang Qingzhi took it and opened it, wondering, "A handwritten copy?"
"This is the Buddhist scripture that the master copied by hand. I gave it to the child as a gift to pray for him!"
I go!
This is the handwriting of Saint Wang, and it is also a Buddhist scripture. Even at this moment, it is extremely precious. If it is lost in the future, it will be called a priceless treasure.
Jiang Qingzhi and Tang Shunzhi went in and didn't even look at Boll from beginning to end.
Bol was still smiling, his eyes moving but extremely calm.
From a young master to a pirate, to a favorite, and then to a bodyguard, he had long since developed a heart of stone due to the vicissitudes of life.
"Boll!"
Sun Bu Tong came out and threw a bag to Boer. Boer took it, opened it with a smile, and saw a piece of silver inside, "This is..." "Master Bo said that you have been on duty day and night in Zhilu recently, and you have worked hard."
Sun Bu Tong went in.
Boll took the silver, weighed it, and found that it was much heavier than the silver pendant he had given away.
He smiled, and the indifference in his eyes melted away a lot without him even noticing.
He was a young master in his youth, and his attitude towards the servants and guards in the house was not harsh, but clear-cut.
A beggar walked past Paul. Even though he had seen him several times before, he still looked at his alien face with curiosity.
Paul took the silver with a smile and took a bite.
Menzi muttered behind him, "Sure enough, they are barbarians and vulgar!"
The beggar glanced at the doorman and then left.
At this moment, the sun was shining on the Bo's house. The doorman came out and sat on the steps, bathing in the sun, and said comfortably: "This is a fairy-like day!"
Boll said, "Tell them that I have made some discoveries. Let's go check it out first."
"There are too many things to do." Menzi said dissatisfiedly, but he still went in.
Upon hearing the news, Mo Zhan said, "Can you tell me what you found?"
The doorman shook his head, "That foreign devil is just a vulgar man. He just got the money from the master, and he might go to the brothel."
Mo Zhan frowned and said, "Arrange someone to watch outside the door."
Sun Bu Tong said, "That Boer is useless. Why don't we talk to Master Bo and arrange some work for him, even if it's just raising horses! It's better to make the best use of it."
Mo Zhan found Jiang Qingzhi and said, "Uncle, Bol is a bit lazy and the guards don't think highly of him. You see..."
Jiang Qingzhi frowned. He didn't expect Boll to be like this. "Put it in the front yard first and wait and see."
After Mo Zhan left, Tang Shunzhi asked, "But who is that consultant from the West?"
"That's a joke, but it's not a joke either," Jiang Qingzhi said.
"Do you really want to go to the west?" Tang Shunzhi said with a smile.
"Yes." Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "Maybe, I will take some people with me."
For example, a huge fleet!
Use artillery to blast open the gates of Western countries.
Open the door!
Business is coming to you.
It is a very common scene to see a beggar walking along the alley early in the morning with his hands tucked into his sleeves and his back hunched.
This is what is meant by "communication depends on shouting, and warmth depends on shivering."
The beggar walked around the alley, raised his head and said proudly, "Today's matter will be accomplished."
"What's the matter?" someone asked behind me.
The beggar threw a punch without hesitation, and his body turned over.
The punch missed. The beggar fell forward, and just as he fell, a leg whizzed past his body.
The beggar used an oolong to force the man behind him to retreat, then stood up and ran away.
The man behind him was chasing closely.
The beggar climbed into a house and ran to the front yard amid the chaos.
He ran all the way until he was out of Xin'an Lane. He looked back and saw that there was no one around. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He circled a few more times and went through a few alleys. When he felt safe, he sat down and cursed, "That damn foreign devil!"
"Are you talking about me?"
The sound came from above his head and the beggar jumped up suddenly.
Bol jumped off the wall, turned his long sword, and chopped the beggar's back with the back of the sword. The beggar fell down, and Bol knelt on one knee on his back.
Later, the beggar woke up and found himself in a seemingly abandoned woodshed.
The foreign devil was slowly sharpening a knife and looked up. "Are you awake?"
The beggar kept silent.
Bol stood up and walked over. "Most beggars in Lisbon are poor people or orphans. These people are cruel. If they are not cruel enough, they will die sooner or later. So, I learned cruelty from them. And how to make people suffer. Are you ready?"
He said the last sentence in Portuguese.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The gagged beggar struggled.
The knife suddenly stabbed into the side of his leg bone, just above Zusanli, and pulled down along the bone...
The muscles were cut open by the sharp knife, revealing red and white flesh and deep red blood...
Bol's eyes were calm.
He seemed to have returned to his days of wandering in Lisbon.
You have to work hard every day to stay alive.
No one will lend a helping hand, and you have to learn to give up some things, such as...dignity.
For example, learning to please others, learning to act like a clown, learning to put on a smile...
Learn to take a beating and still smile.
He always felt that he was a wanderer in the Bo Mansion.
Paul stretched the beggar's calf muscles and tore open the cloth that was blocking the beggar's mouth.
"I said!"
Bol took out the silver with a smile and rubbed it carefully.
It seems like it will break if you use a little force.
The indifference in his eyes was gradually fading away.
(End of this chapter)
