Daxia's porcelain, tea, culture, books, weapons...

The Land of the Rising Sun wants everything it sees, and it buys it in large quantities.

Therefore, there are many people who specialize in translation work in the southeastern coastal areas. Of course, most of them are people of lower status who go to learn. Even many businessmen from the Land of the Rising Sun can learn to speak fluent Daxia Mandarin.

With such a foundation, the spies in the Land of the Rising Sun would certainly not communicate directly in their native language.

When they talk privately, they may use the language of the Land of the Rising Sun, but formal correspondence and intelligence communications will definitely not be that simple. They will definitely be accompanied by a code book or something else.

"It's too simplistic to think that we can crack the codebook directly based on the language."

Zhang Mingtu shook his head and continued to play chess with Ruihai while chatting about everything under the sun.

So when I was killing time, related thoughts were still running through my mind.

"We'll solve things one by one. If there's a problem here, we'll turn to the other side and deal with Blood Blade Hongji first."

Thinking of Blood Knife Hongji, Zhang Mingtu felt a chill on his right arm for no reason.

Suddenly, the brilliant blood-red knife light came to my mind again.

"If I didn't remember, Blood Blade Hongji should also be on the river during this period. He should be heading to Yaodu or Bashan."

At this time, on another merchant ship of the caravan that was also sliding down, a middle-aged man in a green robe stood at the bow, admiring the scenery on both sides of the river, and inadvertently glanced at Zhang Mingtu.

While Zhang Mingtu was thinking, the sound of the sailors on the nearby ship made him look sideways.

At this glance, Zhang Mingtu's expression remained unchanged, and he withdrew his gaze without any abnormality.

The man standing on the deck at the bow of the opposite ship did not notice anything unusual and glanced around indifferently.

He stood at the bow in a long robe, the breeze blowing his hair and robe. His tall and straight posture, coupled with his extraordinary aura like that of a young master from a noble family, was quite attractive. The only thing was that he had an ordinary appearance, which made people feel a little regretful.

"how?"

No one else noticed anything unusual, but Ruihai was very observant and vaguely realized that something was wrong with Zhang Mingtu. At least he was distracted when playing chess, and this move was not as good as before.

He looked up and around, but didn't notice anything unusual. When he saw the tall figure who looked like a young master from a noble family standing on the other boat, he gave a little praise.

"It does have some temperament."

Zhang Mingtu lowered his head and said nothing, only a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. The person standing at the bow of the boat was none other than Hong Ji, the person he had been thinking about all the time.