Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 166
Yong Zhi was at a loss for words, and nodded his head. The rest of his day after getting the brief explanation from
Commander Zhou, experiencing the detailed measuring the tailor used, settling in to his new quarters, was just spent on
getting used to his new life. His daily schedule for the next 3 months before the fleet set sail, was to accompany
Commander Zhou and monitor his day-to-day tasks to assist him in the future, then have combat training every other
day, personally mentored by the commander, and to clearly log all of the members of the crew on the various ships of
the complete fleet. Even after just one day of the strict orders, Yong Zhi could feel himself quickly adjusting to what
would now be his life.
Yong Zhi could only sigh in content. This was better than anything he could have achieved in his hometown. He was
now a relatively high ranking member of the court, and in charge of drafting diplomatic messages in place of the
commander, meaning he had various opportunities to expand his horizons, both before, and during the voyages of the
Ming Treasure Fleet. He really couldn’t ask for anything more, could he?