Cai Feiming smiled all over his face, nodded on all sides, and then stepped down. He was very skilled in this work, and when he was in Cape Town, he often organized exhibitions and sales of such rustic bags, and the black uncles usually bought it. However, no one in the crowd cared about what nonsense he just said, it was just a simple occupation ceremony, and everyone was very busy right now.

Most Dutch people also failed to understand the meaning of Cai's fake big empty cliché. They were quickly distracted by the ensuing activity - the invaders began to sort and dispose of the prisoners.

Some were locked up in empty warehouses that smelled of demonic saliva, while others were unexpectedly treated: a man in a green jumpsuit stood behind a table, holding a ball of cotton with a shiny iron clip, brewing liquor to clean the wounds, and then bandaging them with white cotton cloth, a swift and strange process, with the wounded screaming once and twice from time to time.

They were being held in that small hospital. That's pretty good, at least everyone gets a hammock or a wooden bed, and those with leg injuries can stay in the lower bunks.

A handful of high-ranking members of the merchant hall were treated differently. Johannes van der Hagen himself, as well as the other three members of the Senate, were unharmed, and they carried Lieutenant William Janes, who had been wounded in the thigh, into a single room—a former missionary room, and now the servants of God had been driven into the warehouse. The imaginary torture and torture did not come, the invaders simply told them in that weird Dutch: "There is no time now", told them: "Stay in the room, be quiet." ”

William Janes was picked up from a pile of corpses outside the Merchant House. Mr. Lieutenant, who was standing at the rear of the right side of the line, dodged the 12.7 mm burst warhead, and the flying prefabricated fragments only pulled a fifteen-centimeter-long tear in his thigh. He was one of the lucky ones, because he survived, and not many of the people who went out with him at the time survived.

As the only Westerner to benefit from anaesthetically sutured treatment because of his status, William Janes had no idea that he had made a new history. The veteran was now lying in bed so weak that he was discussing with Van der Hagen about the incredible wound closure on his thigh. They will then speculate about the origin of these mysterious invaders, whether they are civilized, and those terrible weapons. In short, several of them were also busy for the rest of the day.

Time flies by all the time, and the crossing team has been busy all afternoon. The first is to disinfect the functional buildings such as the governor's office, barracks, hospitals, warehouses, chapels, and weapons depots, and then to hold prisoners. Then clean up the battlefield.

The last task was a bit of a chore: there were a lot of corpses and severed limbs scattered here and there to deal with. The plan was to load a boat to feed the fish, but now there is no boat - just as the cannon fodder team shouted and rushed into the merchant house through the gap in the west, behind the merchant house, that is, on the side of the wharf near the Taijiang Inland Sea in the northeast corner, the Japanese merchants, Fujian fishermen, Pingpu natives, and Banda slaves who had gathered in the shanty town to watch the bustle suddenly dispersed. These people jumped onto the fishing boats and sampans by the dock, crossed the inland sea of the Taijiang River, and ran away to the main island of Taiwan, leaving only a lone Dutch speedboat on the pier, mocking the helpless crossers with soft sails and ropes.

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At present, the traversers are facing such an embarrassing situation: no one can drive the captured Dutch boats, the dinghy and sampan are all on the other side of the Taijiang River, and the two sand boats they brought are impossible to use to hold corpses and flesh, not to mention that the two sand boats are also very busy now - the sunken sampan in the channel needs to be cleaned up, and the lighter Yuandou has already reversed into the channel, and is sending sailors to the sea to tie up the sunken sampan, ready to start the outboard to drag the sampan out of the channel.

In the end, there was really no way, Chen Dong, who was in charge of infrastructure construction and all the labor, could only order: go to a big pit in the distance and bury people. This work took up all the resources, and the rest of the day was spent on it.

A small number of company executives led by Xia Xianze naturally did not deal with dead bodies. As soon as these men entered the merchant, their attention was focused on one of the more demanding tasks: loot cleaning. The Dutch were locked up on the front foot, and the people on the back foot hurried into the warehouse, and the strong smell of disinfectant could not stop their eagerness.

From the first time Xia Xianze was traversed, until today, the company is actually in a state of "super-entry". In other words, the cost of various light and dark plans, as well as all the personnel and materials, are actually "imported", and even the money used to buy vegetables by the crossing team is obtained by Cao Chuan by reselling "local products". There is nothing else to do with this traverser, everyone is like a child in the family, pure consumption, no output at all.

Except for a little floating wealth and land deeds of the beggar gang leader's family, strictly speaking, the Dutch property seized in the Dayuan Merchant House today is the company's first entry in the real sense. It's like a child grows up and finally earns pocket money by walking the neighbor's dog, the amount is small, but the meaning is different.

When Xia Xianze, Feng Jun, and Cai Feiming walked into the Dutchman's warehouse, they found that someone had already taken the lead - Wang Liguo, who was in vain, was taking a few people to count the goods.

The largest trophies were Indian sandalwood with white skin, thigh-thick, and dark brown cores. Sandalwood is one of the few goods that the Dutch colonists were able to knock on the Daming market without hindrance in their infancy. At this time period, other commodities are not very good for the Ming Dynasty, but can make all kinds of Buddha statues, furniture, handles, incense Indian sandalwood, is an indispensable consumer product for the top level of the Ming Dynasty.

Those present more or less understood the trading status of sandalwood in the early 17th century. Feng Jun stepped forward, grinded the core of the sandalwood with his middle finger, pretended to smell it, and then said with a smile: "It's quite fragrant, to be honest, I haven't seen a log yet, this thing is shipped back by Mr. Cao, I don't know if it can be sold for a price." ”

"It's easy to sell 5,000 a catty, and the sandalwood in southern India will be extinct many years ago, and the market has long been out of stock."

Well? Hearing that someone was popularizing science, everyone looked back, "Oh, it turned out to be Professor Luo, no wonder." ”

The appearance of Professor Luo in everyone's mouth is quite unique: he has a stiff and straight head, an earring on his left ear, and he also has a circle of beards that old men in the entertainment industry like to keep. The lines on his face are tougher, and although he has black hair and yellow skin, he feels a bit of a mixed race, similar to Robert Baggio.