Zhao Huan drew a so-called world map based on his memory, but the graphics were so accurate that even a slight mistake could lead to a huge error.
But in short, the general outline of the North and South America regions has been determined. Zhao Huan also drew the appearance characteristics of sweet potatoes and corn. Once the fleet is built, they can set off.
With the national strength of the Song Dynasty, it would be no problem to build a powerful ocean-going fleet for expeditions. Moreover, the economic strength and technology of the Song Dynasty were sufficient to handle the construction of such large ships.
In a teahouse in Bian Jing, a storyteller was telling stories of the Three Kingdoms with saliva flying, and the audience below was listening with fascination.
In an inconspicuous corner, Zhao Huan, in disguise, was listening to opera with Linghu Yunlong.
Sitting at the table in front of the storyteller was Prince Zhao Li. Zhao Li was the cousin of Zhao Huan and belonged to the branch of Zhao Kuangyin, so he was also a clan relative.
If we talk about living a carefree life, I'm afraid no one lived more carefree than Zhao Li. He was a member of the imperial clan, not a regent, not an official. He didn't have to work, yet he enjoyed a salary from the court.
Zhao Li's hobbies were also very wide-ranging, including eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. Cricket fighting, drinking wine, and listening to opera were his daily routine.
Even the carefree person has his troubles. Zhao Li was listening to a wonderful part and he stood up and applauded happily.
At this time, seven or eight big men rushed in from outside the door. These seven or eight men were dressed in tights. Two of them blocked the door, and the other five or six walked towards the front of the stage.
Zhao Li was so engrossed in what he was hearing that he jumped onto a stool and clapped his hands: "Excellent! Well said! That Second Brother Guan is truly a hero and a true man!"
In the excitement of the moment, he suddenly turned around and saw the big men. Zhao Li then rolled his eyes and pretended not to see them. He clasped his fists towards the stage and said, "Storyteller, I have brought enough silver today. I'm going to the toilet. You can continue your story when I come back."
He jumped off the stool and started to run, but the big men behind him quickly rushed over. Zhao Li saw that things were not going well, so he suddenly overturned the table in front of him to block the big men's way, and then ran towards the back door.
Several big men immediately rushed forward in panic. One of them was quick-witted and quickly jumped to the back door, blocking the way out.
Zhao Li saw that things were not going well and fled around the hall to avoid being surrounded by several people. He threw plates, overturned tables, kicked stools, and immediately made the huge hall a mess.
The tea drinkers who were listening to the story were in even greater chaos. They crowded together to avoid these burly men in strong clothes.
Zhao Li was like a monkey, jumping from one table to another. No matter how hard the men chased him, they couldn't catch him for a while.
Zhao Li laughed heartily: "I have been crawling under tables since I was a child. It's not that easy to catch me."
One of the men, a horse-faced man, pointed at Zhao Li and angrily shouted, "Prince Li, you haven't returned the three thousand taels of silver you lost in our casino, and you're still sitting here listening to music."
Zhao Li seemed to have some rudimentary martial arts skills, and his hands were quite nimble. He flipped over and leaped onto the beam: "I am the prince of a county, and you have come here to collect debts. Is there any law or justice left?"
The horse-faced man snorted: "Even if you are a prince, you can't owe money and not pay it back. Even if you sue Kaifeng Prefecture, you still have to pay it back!"
This is true. A powerless prince still took advantage of his ancestors' glory. After Zhao Li's father, Zhao Shanshui, died, he inherited the position of prince.
If he had been an honest prince, he could have enjoyed the court salary and lived a carefree life. But this fellow was a prodigal son, living in the streets since childhood. He associated with scoundrels and rogues, and although he didn't learn the good things, he did learn the tricks of the scoundrels.
The Song Dynasty was founded a hundred years ago, and he became a close relative of Zhao Huan. Zhao Li had no chance to meet Zhao Huan, but he had met Song Huizong Zhao Ji.
Zhao Li was sitting on the beam, and several big men couldn't get up, so they could only stand below and jump and curse.
Zhao Li pointed at them and said, "It's just three thousand taels of silver. Just go to my house and take away the valuables."
"Pah!" The horse-faced man spat, "Prince Li, what valuables do you have in your house? I'm afraid there's nothing else except a bed."
"Then move my bed away. Either I'll come down and let you beat me up, and you won't get a penny, or you move my bed away to pay me back. But you have to think clearly, after all, I'm a prince appointed by the court, so you might as well give it a try if you dare to hit me." Zhao Li sat on the beam and swung his legs.
The horse-faced man pondered for a moment. Although they were pressing for payment, Zhao Li was different from other debtors. But if he dared to hit the prince, I'm afraid no one would have the courage to do so.
"Let's go! Go to Prince Li's house and move the bed!" The horse-faced man thought he was unlucky. He turned around and said, "Prince Li, this bed is just interest. You must return the three thousand taels of silver."
Zhao Li clasped his fists and said, "No problem. I'll give it to you when my salary comes down."
"Let's go!" The horse-faced man waved his hand and left the teahouse with the casino thugs.
Zhao Huan and Linghu Yunlong remained silent throughout the entire incident; he was curious about the prince before him. For a member of the royal family to end up like this was truly tragic.
Unexpectedly, the worst was yet to come. When the teahouse owner saw the smashed tables, chairs, plates, and bowls, he was immediately panicked. He came to the beam where Zhao Li was and said anxiously, "Oh my Lord Li, please tell me what to do with all these smashed things."
Zhao Li scratched his head and casually felt in his arms. His arms were empty, so he smiled sheepishly and said, "Manager Wu, I'll put this damaged item on the account first. I'll send it back to you when my salary comes in."
Unexpectedly, this shopkeeper Wu refused to give any face at all: "Your Majesty, you are just making a fuss. You owe me over seventy taels of silver. This shop has a small capital and little profit. If you don't pay me back, I will report you to the Grand Chamber of Imperial Clan Affairs."
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