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Chapter 1645 Two sad questions

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    The fleet has sailed to Xiaoliuqiu and saw wooden houses appearing on the shore. Everyone tacitly pretended not to see it.

    In the early Ming Dynasty, in order to prevent Japanese pirates from attacking, Zhu Yuanzhang simply moved all the people on the island to the mainland, but to this day, those who sneaked out are still gradually becoming a phenomenon.

    Through the telescope, a group of people ran out of those wooden houses. They pointed at the fleet and exclaimed, then turned back and entered the house. Soon they came out with their luggage and began to escape.

    Fang Xing put down the telescope, frowned and said, "Let the boat go, Uncle Ben is going ashore."

    Fu Xian was worried about Fang Xing's safety, so he said: "Uncle, many of the fertile fields in the blessed land are in the hands of temples. The people have no land and have no choice but to flee. But there are many mountains in the blessed land, so most of the people fled overseas.  The first is Xiaoliuqiu, and the second is the Luzon area"

    Fuzhou has been a paradise for temples since the Five Dynasties. It was still prosperous during the Song Dynasty. There are more than a thousand temples in Fuzhou Prefecture alone.

    Moreover, these temples are magnificently built and have many monks and nuns, making them the best in the country.  It is a long-standing tradition for temples to occupy land, so Sanskrit sounds appeared on this land. However, many people had no land to farm and had to flee overseas to survive.

    Fang Xing¡¯s eyes moved slightly and he said: ¡°Taoism lived in seclusion during the prosperous times, and came out to save the world in troubled times¡­¡±

    Fu Xian patted the side of the boat and said, "Uncle, what you said couldn't be more true. Xianguan invited a Taoist priest to come to his house to perform rituals. He only had a few meals and was given as much as he wanted. Then the Taoist priest went back to the mountain and never came down on weekdays.  , What a great scholar!"

    Fang Xing nodded, then ignored Fu Xian's advice and called Xiao Guwei, a sergeant from the small flag unit and a servant to board the boat.

    The boat docked, but the small village on the shore was deserted, and even the dogs ran away with their owners.

    Fang Xing got used to the land and said, "Go and have a look."

    So the sergeants went door to door to check, but in the end no one was found.

    Fang Xing frowned and looked at the messy village, which looked as if the Japs had entered the village, and said, "Ask people to shout out, just say that we are here to appease people, not to arrest people. Even if they live here, if someone bullies them in the future,  The Navy will make the decision for them.¡±

    So the boat went back again and found a few Fu* crew members on the boat to shout.

    The crew members were shouting with earthen trumpets. Fang Xing stood in the village, looking at the living utensils made by the villagers, and said: "We Han people can survive wherever we go, no matter how difficult it is, this is proof."

    Xiao Guwei sent his people out to protect the crew members who were shouting. He was staring at the jungle in the distance. Hearing this, he said: "Uncle, the older generation said that it was only hard in the past, eating leaves and soil."

    Fang Xing nodded: "Yes, that's because we don't know how to expand outwards to find a land for survival and live behind closed doors. It's no wonder that our lives last long!"

    After shouting for a long time, but still no response, Fang Xing asked someone to bring a tent and decided to fight a protracted war.

    "Uncle, why don't you get on the boat and I'll take charge here."

    Xiao Guwei persuaded with a playful smile.

    "This is not good."

    Fang Xing sat on a rough wooden chair and said, "They won't believe it if I'm not here. And this concerns the future development of Xiaoliuqiu, so we can't ignore it."

    In Fang Xing¡¯s vision, Xiaoliuqiu should be developed slowly in the future, and the people here are very crucial at this time, and their experience is very important.

    There was also a sergeant from the Hundred Household Station who came with the tent. Fang Xing had no choice but to tell them to stay away so as not to scare the people.

    "They must be waiting and watching. Past experience tells them that the government's words cannot be trusted, so put away all your murderous intentions."

    The sergeants of Blackthorn are all murderers, and that hasn't changed at all even now.

    "Everyone smile, start laughing!"

    Xiao Guwei was the first to take the lead and laughed. Fang Xing frowned and said, "This guy is smiling but he's not smiling. He's just looking at you. That's all. You'd better do whatever you want!"

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    In the early morning, Fang Xing was woken up from his deep sleep.

    By the time he got out of the tent, a thin man had been taken outside the tent.

    "Uncle, this man just sneaked back to get something, but he was caught by the brothers."

    "What the hell! Let go!"

    Fang Xing yawned and said, "Don't be afraid, we are not here to arrest anyone, and no one will come to arrest you in the future."

    The man was stunned for a moment, his hands were still tied, and he knelt down and asked, "Who are you, sir?"

    "Discourteous!"

      Xiao Guwei shouted, and then kicked Fang Xing.

    Fang Xing kicked him away, then went over to untie the man himself and said, "I, Fang Xing, got the title of Count Xinghe in the court."

    "Is it uncle?"

    The man was a little excited. Fang Xing lowered his hand and said, "I told you I won't arrest you, and I won't arrest you in the future. The Japanese country is gone, and you can't even ban the whole sea!"

    These words resonated with the man. He complained: "A few years ago, officers and soldiers came here to arrest people and moved them all back to their places of origin. But the young ones came out because they could no longer survive in their places of origin."

    Fang Xing glanced at the resentful Xiao Guwei and said, "Tell someone to get a bowl of noodles to warm this brother's body."

    After driving away Xiao Guwei, the man dared to tell the truth: "Uncle, we were not afraid when Eunuch Zheng went to sea in the past, but we can't see the fleet in the past two years. Everyone is worried that something has changed again and that there will be another wave."  Take us back to our place of origin. Uncle, no one can survive in our place of origin! There is no land!

    Why!

    Fang Xing helped the man who was kneeling again up, feeling heavy in his heart.

    "It won't change again."

    Fang Xing said solemnly: "Go and get them back, I guarantee that Ming Dynasty will never give up on the sea again, never!"

    Tears instantly fell from the man's dark and thin face. He wiped them away hurriedly and said with a smile, "I'm so happy, I'm sorry. I'll call them right now."

    No one dares to pretend to be an uncle, let alone people from the government. This is the confidence given to men by the deep-rooted concept of hierarchy.

    "Uncle, do you want to send someone to follow us to take a look?"

    "No need."

    Fang Xing knows the thoughts of ordinary people: they are unwilling to leave their hometowns and would be grateful if they have the opportunity to live a stable life.

    Sure enough, when the sky was dark, fires lit up in the distance, and those fires slowly came here.

    "Is the porridge ready?"

    After the man left, Fang Xing asked someone to cook a large pot of meat porridge.

    "Master, it's cooked."

    The servants have already drank the meat porridge, and it seems to taste pretty good.

    "Follow me to welcome you."

    Fang Xing went over first, and when he saw the torches, he also saw the men, women, and children.

    The frightened and uneasy faces made Fang Xing feel a little sad. He cupped his hands and said, "I guess you already know what I said earlier. Let's all go home."

    An old man came out, looked at the servant behind Fang Xing warily, and suddenly knelt down, "May I ask, uncle, is your majesty merciful today?"

    Fang Xing wanted to help him up, but after hearing this, he said: "Your Majesty is a benevolent king now, and the people of the Central Plains are all happy."

    The old man asked again: "Uncle, may I ask if the Meng Yuan people in the north are still wreaking havoc?"

    This is a man who has read books. Fang Xing said solemnly: "I want you to know that the late emperor made several northern expeditions in the Yongle year. The Mongolian people were wiped out. The Ming Dynasty no longer had any big enemies in the north and was now living and working in peace and contentment!"  "

    The old man kowtowed to the west and said: "Peace! Peace! Your Majesty is wise!"

    Fang Xing avoided it. He saw those people kowtowing, and his heart moved slightly. After they stood up, he asked, "I hear your accent has a northern flavor. Why is that?"

    The old man said seriously: "Young Fu Jusheng has met my uncle."

    Fang Xing nodded, and the old man said: "The young man was originally from the north, but he was a craftsman. Later he was called to work in Fujian, where he married a wife and had children. Later"

    The old man's face was a little sad and he said: "Shangguan was too exploitative, and the young man could not support his wife and children, so he took them and some fellow villagers from the north to venture out to sea. Fortunately, he survived and settled here. From now on.  Of course I am willing to pay the taxes, but I just beg my uncle not to take us back."

    "Are you afraid of your descendants? Do you still need to be registered as a craftsman?"

    Fang Xing immediately pointed out the old man's worries, and then the old man nodded with a pale face.

    Most craftsmen households are as miserable and miserable as the military households in the past. As long as they are normal people, no one is willing to work.

    Fang Xing rolled his eyes and said unbearably: "You can stay here from now on. When the court sends people to manage it, most of the craftsmen's households will gradually become different. Naturally, you can do whatever you want." (Remember this site's URL: www  .hlnovel.com
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