Taking the document, Qi Yuanfei passed it to Luo Xingchen.

Luo Xingchen unfolded it and found that it was written in two different types of characters.

There is one kind of writing that uses characters similar to tadpoles, and the other is the typeface commonly used in Daqi.

“This is Western writing.” Lan Fenghuang, who was watching with her, slightly frowned.

“The two writings should contain the same message. I understand some Western languages.” Lan Fenghuang continued.

After reading this scroll, both Luo Xingchen and Lan Fenghuang's eyes flashed with disbelief.

Amazingly, this time the Zhoushan pirates disregarded their previous agreement and raided Wu Wang's island base everywhere, searching extensively. Their target was surprisingly a little girl.

“She’s seven years old, has fair skin, and Western ancestry. Isn’t that Yingxiu?” Luo Xingchen said.

“Only Yingxiu fits the description. This means Yingxiu is the bloodline of the Queen of Yajili that they are searching for. The Zhoushan pirates colluded with Westerners, their purpose was to kill Yingxiu!” Lan Fenghuang said.

Perhaps this is the truth that best reflects reality.

“Return,” Luo Xingchen ordered.

If we capture the military advisor of the Zhoushan pirates, they will soon find out about the leaked secret. If we don't leave now, and wait for the Zhoushan pirates' army to come to their aid, we might be in danger.

After all, a dozen warships can't possibly defeat over a hundred Zhoushan pirate ships. With the surprise attack already a resounding success, it’s time to leave.

Here's the translation of your text: Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Thirty-six stratagems, retreating is the best strategy!

A dozen or so warships, like ghosts, swiftly retreated. All the sailors acted quickly. This raid only resulted in a few casualties among the sailors, making it an extremely successful operation.

In the hold.

A lan-phoenix is holding a book and carefully looking at it.

“Aunt Lan, do you know why Qi Yuanfei is so excited about hunting whales?” Luo Xingchen was eating dry food when he suddenly remembered this.

“That was many years ago, the first time I met a whale. Qi Yuanfei's younger brother was dragged into the sea by a whale and died. Afterward, whenever he saw a whale, he would be excited but also sad.” Lan Fenghuang said.

"That's how it is."

Luo Xingchen decided that after returning this time, he would protect Yingshu well and wouldn't let her end up like Qi Yuanfei's younger brother, nor would he leave any regrets for himself.

Even if his enemy were a powerful and fearsome Western nation, he would not be afraid.

Changping Village.

When the young Luo Xingchen led his troops to a brilliant victory against pirates near the Zhoushan Islands, and returned in triumph, thousands of miles away in Changping Village, drums were beating and the village entrance was bustling with people.

Not only the people in Changping Village, but also men, women and children from nearby villages for miles around almost all came out.

Under the stage of the old maple tree, the actors of Liu's troupe were singing, reciting, and performing martial arts. The sound of silk and bamboo music never ceased.

All the small vendors in nearby Qingshui Town were stirred into action. Those selling fried dough sticks and candied yams, those selling buns and steamed bread, those selling sugarcane, all voluntarily lined up on both sides of the pond dam, one after another.

The front of the stage was crowded with people, and so were the stalls. People were everywhere, it was incredibly lively.

At this moment, Yang Ruqing had no idea about the dangerous things her son Chen'er had gone through outside. At this time, she bought a large oil-paper package of fritters and squeezed out from the crowd, then went to the front of the stage.

In front of the stage, a small platform was specially set up for her, the patron who funded the whole performance. It was at an appropriate distance from the main stage, and on it sat a round table fit for eight immortals.

On three sides of the Eight Immortals' table were placed three stools, and in the middle was a basin of warm water.

The four sides of the Eight Immortals table were also simply surrounded by a wooden fence, with a roof on top to shelter from wind and rain.

A wooden ladder of five or six steps connected the ground to a platform. It wasn't very high, but it was just tall enough to separate the performer from the throngs of villagers gathered around to watch.

At this moment, Yang Ruohong took the oiled paper package and climbed the stairs lightly to arrive beside the Eight Immortals table.

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"Grandmother, Auntie, Aunt [from husband's side], mother, please eat these youtiao. They just came out of the pot! I was guarding them the whole time, they are so delicious, crispy and fragrant!" She placed the youtiao on the table and said excitedly.

Every year during the first lunar month, the sales of fried dough sticks outnumber those of all other villages. Everyone loves them, so Yang Ruqing always chooses to buy fried dough sticks.

Sun rushed to grab an oil fritter and personally presented it to Old Madam Zuo, saying, "Elder Sister Zuo, here's one. Have a bite while watching the play."

Left Lao Fuzi was not particular either. She took one and said, "I've eaten a lot of fried dough sticks before, but this is the first time I've had it straight out of the oil pan."

Then she took a bite, nodded and praised: "Delicious, crispy and fragrant. Qing'er's mother, Qing'er's aunt, Qing'er's great-aunt, you all try!"

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "Come on, eat up."

Then, Sun shi pushed the oiled paper packages to Wang Cuilian and Da Sun shi in turn. Both Wang Cuilian and Da Sun shi each took a stick and ate it up.

"Qing'er, why aren't you eating? This is what you bought, after all!" Old Mrs. Zou asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and patted her stomach: "I ate too much at night, I can't eat these dry ones. I'll go buy sugarcane later."

Left Old Madam smiled and said, “So that’s how it is. Ah, you young people are still good, able to chew sugarcane. At my age, I want to chew but my teeth don’t allow it!” Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else! ?

Yang Ruqing also smiled and said, "If Old Madam wants to taste it, I'll squeeze some sugarcane juice for you when I get back, how about that?"

Left Madam waved her hand: “No need, no need. It's too much trouble. Besides, sugarcane is something that you have to chew yourself for it to be flavorful. If you really squeeze out a bowl of juice, it'll taste bland.”

Yang Ruqing nodded, "Well, what the old lady said makes sense."

All the Mrs. Suns nodded in agreement as well.

Mrs. Left felt particularly touched by everyone's warm welcome and thoughtful care.

She hadn't been this lively in many years, especially with so many people around. There were far more people here than at Zuo Jiazhuang.

　　Mrs. Lao squinted her eyes. Tonight was a night of watching opera, and the light wasn't very good all around. She would wait until after noon tomorrow before the performance began. At that time, she would widen her eyes and search through the crowd to see if there were any suitable girls for Jun Mo as his wife...

Old Mu's house.

"Achoo!"

Left Junmo, who was playing Go against Mu Zichuan, suddenly sneezed loudly.

"Rude, rude!"

Left Junmo turned sideways, took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, and awkwardly wiped it.

Mu Zi Chuan gave a faint smile. "It's nothing."

He got up and walked over to the side, picked up a stick that was next to the brazier, and gently stirred the flames a few times to make the temperature in the room a little warmer.

Having done all that, Mu Zichuan returned to his seat at the table and looked across at Zuo Junmo. "Brother Zuo," he said, "would you like to take a break and have a cup of tea to warm your hands?"

Left Junmo had already dealt with himself, he turned to face Mu Zichuan and gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head. top: 7step on: 727