What a weird drawing. It looks like the guy is eating chips and watching a TV that is just off screen. 😆
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Oh damn you should have told us you were breaking the fourth wall. I reread it but couldn’t find any strong hint. Actually I was confused too.That note from your interlocutor was meant to be an out-of-character aside to the reader! If you'd like to google and find the same PDF that I did, feel free -- however, in-universe, the text is being published elsewhere, and I'm up in the air as to what the New World is going to look like.
It really does! He's supposed to be reading the book he's holding, but the shelves in front of him look very much like a TV stand.What a weird drawing. It looks like the guy is eating chips and watching a TV that is just off screen. 😆
Oh damn you should have told us you were breaking the fourth wall. I reread it but couldn’t find any strong hint. Actually I was confused too.
Haha. Good point -- I went ahead and put a horizontal line + bolded the intro note to demarcate the separation a bit better. Hopefully that'll lessen confusion.Of course Tianqi can break the Fourth Wall since he probably built it in the first place
🤣It really does! He's supposed to be reading the book he's holding, but the shelves in front of him look very much like a TV stand.
Maybe the Ming dynasty were time travelers. Gavin Menzies wishes he had what I have.
So this was a Ming SI all along!Maybe the Ming dynasty were time travelers. Gavin Menzies wishes he had what I have
Given that Zheng Zhilong himself has organized a personal bodyguard force composed entirely of former African slaves of the Portuguese, the unintentional parallels only continue to pile up.I rather enjoyed that tour of Braavos.
Damn I almost thought about trinity too.That one? Oh, that’s the temple of the Lord Three-In-One. Plenty of folks worship him here.”
Thanks! We'll get back to the mainland eventually, to the rest of the stuff happening during the Tianqi era, but 1) I thought a bit of microhistory-as-narrative would be fun 2) I wanted to do a quick tribute to Judge Dee 3) I expect a change of pace will prevent me from burning out quite so fast. So here we are!Damn I almost thought about trinity too.
Nevertheless, these pieces of a new guy exploring a new place gives off an adventuring vibe.
I hope so too. This isn't going to be a TL about them becoming the next dynasty or anything (although that would be a neat challenge, have a TL with a Jewish dynasty ruling China) (do people still play "pin the Zion on the Eurasia"?) but every now and then, they might show up. Kaifeng's still a decently important city.Here's hoping the Kaifeng Jews continue to prosper. It's fascinating how long they managed to survive, while the Church of the East was obliterated.
Well, if you like the narratives of the last couple installments, there'll be some more of this sort of thing after we wrap up the story of Magistrate Di -- I've got at least one storyline that'll require narrative interludes -- and thank you for continuing to read! I'm glad you like it, and good luck with your own writing!Zheng zhilong looks like a cool kind of guy. It was indeed a hearty exchange between the seasoned pirate turned Viceroy and the uppity scholar magistrate. Your inclusion of humor and sarcasm in the story without ruining the atmosphere of history. As a guy fond of pov style I admit that I've fallen in love with your writing which gives a few thumbs to writing my own TL.
Cliffhanger, Yay!Luoyang Yamen, Dongshan
The dinner wasn’t half bad. Some unusual flavors and textures. The stir-fry included a crisp white vegetable, not unlike water chestnut but unfamiliar to him, which Mr. Lu identified as a fan-ge.[1] Magistrate Di ate sparingly, wishing to avoid digestive trouble. At least none of the food was obviously poisonous.
Before proceeding to his new offices -- he’d been assured that the building reserved for him was in good condition -- he had Mr. Lu inquire after any prisoners that the Admiral currently had jailed for minor offenses. They’d found a guardsman whose brow creased with puzzlement upon hearing their request. “Sure,” he’d said, “we have a few in custody, if you’d like to see them.” And he’d brought forth a couple of vagabondish-looking types.
Magistrate Di surveyed the prisoners. One was a bit taller, or maybe just carried himself a little more upright, had a lighter complexion and a small divot just to the side of his left eye. The other one slouched beneath his mop of dark hair; Magistrate Di fancied his head was just a trifle too large.
“Your names?”
“I am called Gao Zhiying,” said the first one, and “Yang Zhaoyu,” said the second.[2]
“The Admiral, I expect, has had you detained for some crime,” Magistrate Di said. “What is it that he’s accused you of doing?”
“Well,” said Gao, “I think it’s more in the area of a disagreement.”
“Yeah,” said Yang, “we found some treasures that the Dutch had left behind, when they’d fled. And we were of the opinion that it should belong to the two of us, as the rightful finders.”
“And the Admiral disagreed,” said Gao. “He thought it should have been all his, and had us locked up after he took our stuff.”
Magistrate Di raised an eyebrow. “And you properly reported your discovery when you found it? You did not, I assume, stash the treasure away immediately in the hope that nobody would ever know?”
A brief silence.
“Very well,” Magistrate Di said. “If the Admiral has taken back what you found, I see no reason for further penalties. You will not be held responsible for holding back from the emperor’s taxes on your windfall, nor for annoying the emperor’s viceroy of Dongshan. From now on, the two of you will serve as my personal guards. You will be paid regularly so long as you stay out of trouble and do as I instruct.”
Gao rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That is a compelling offer. And if we ‘find’ any more treasures...?”
Magistrate Di gave him a level look. “The alternative is that I leave you to whatever questionably legal retribution the Admiral has in mind. Rest assured that when you are with me, I will protect you in exchange for your complete honesty in all things. Report to me anything and everything of interest. And resist the temptation to charge ‘extra fees’ to petitioners who wish to see me. I may approve certain measures to offset administrative costs, if you present the cause to me most eloquently, but the important thing is that you run everything by me first. I shall not tolerate arbitrariness in this district.”
Yang made a gesture of indifference. “Eh. I suppose that’s a real decent deal, all things considered. Gao, we might want to accept those terms.”
“I suppose we shall.”
“Right, then,” Yang said cheerfully. “Who do you need us to beat up?”
“Nobody. Not yet.” Magistrate Di rubbed his forehead. “Your enthusiasm is appreciated. Now then, I’ll sign off whatever forms the guardsman needs me to sign, and then you’ll both be free. Prevent anyone from putting a knife in my back and live within the bounds of the emperor’s laws. I’ll make sure you’ll be paid for it, at least.”
They made for a very fine party, the imperial magistrate, the gap-toothed deputy, and the two recently-reformed thieves. A more foolish man would have turned up his nose, to be found in such company. Yet Magistrate Di remembered the words of Kongzi, when asked how he could stand the uncouthness of barbarians: “If a gentleman were to dwell among them, what uncouthness would there be?”[3]
At least the sun’s heat was finally starting to wane. The mugginess of the climate, though, hardly lifted, even as the day drew to a close. Still, it was not far to the building which had been set aside for his use.
Just as with the dinner, the building was not half bad. It had, to Magistrate Di’s eyes, a distinctly foreign feel, as if someone had taken a hint of barbarian thought into their lungs and breathed it all over the house. But that complaint was so intangible as to be nearly useless; he was sure it was just the bias of being in a new place. The building which was to be his headquarters was of competent construction in a grey stone, a courtyard enclosed by a low wall or fence. Someone had clearly been through and swept the whole place out before his arrival, so that there was no refuse piled up. And, conveniently, it was a building of more than sufficient size. There were enough rooms for his staff to take up residence within the main building, rather than have to find lodgings elsewhere in the neighborhood.
His staff! That was a wry thought. An old man and two pardoned criminals. But he had to start somewhere. And his rise, he was confident, would be all the more glorious from how far down the ladder he’d started. In Dongshan there was possibility, a chance for meteoric growth.
“What is that?” He pointed to the courtyard, where a structure could be faintly seen in the gathering gloom of nightfall.
“Aye,” Mr. Lu said, “one of the lads read about how a proper yamen is to be constructed, and he said we should put a gong out front, y’know? So if someone needs us they can give it a good whack and let us know they’re out here. Clever, that. I wonder who thought it up first.”
“Mm. That was good thinking. Tell whomever it was that they did a fine job.” He yawned. Right. He hadn’t slept much on the boat, either. “Okay, you lot, I’m going to find a place where I can lie down and sleep. Feel free to pick your own rooms, whichever are free. I’ll worry about the furnishings and everything in the morning.” And with that, he found himself the first room that looked vaguely like a bedroom, stretched out, and was asleep in minutes.
There might have been other people moving around a bit -- the members of his staff choosing their rooms, performing evening ablutions, and the like -- which did not stir Magistrate Di into wakefulness. In fact, he slept more or less peacefully until the thunderous crash of the gong outside jarred him from slumber.
“What the f-!” Leaping to his feet, he stormed from his room. Gao and Yang had already awoken, were in the hallway. Mr. Lu was only seconds later in showing up, and he’d had the good sense to bring a lantern.
Dammit. It was still dark out. Magistrate Di rubbed sleep from his eyes. “Well,” he said, trying not to sound too irritable, “let’s go see what emergency has disturbed my rest.” And with that, they filed out into the courtyard.
Footnotes
[1] 番葛, Hokkien word for jícama. I confess, I included this detail only because I heard of how, in certain other online communities dealing in historical (or alt-historical) fiction, there are running jokes about novice writers with shaky grasps of history who describe medieval Europeans eating dishes made from potato -- a remarkable achievement, seeing that potatoes originate from the New World and would not appear in Old World cuisine until after 1492. I wished to write a sort of tribute to that literary trope. Fortunately, as my timeline is set in the mid-1600s, there is every reason to believe the jícama has already made its way to Southeast Asia via Spanish trade, such that a socially prominent individual might have it served at a banquet.
[2] For the sake of verisimilitude and completeness, I will note that their names are rendered 高智鹰 and 楊沼宇, respectively. They are fictional characters, but they are intended to fill an archetypal role in this narrative.
[3] Analects 9.14
The battle for prominence in Chinese culture between Magistrate Di and Justice Bao ITTL would be legendary.I am strangely invested in Magistrate Di, and like to think that his memoirs become an important foundation of Chinese legal and crime fiction in this timeline.