The bastard San'er, who was originally arrogant and dry, was scolded by this, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say just now, he first shrunk his neck, stretched out his tongue again, and thought for a long time before he pieced together a few words: "Your Marshal Tianpeng is also angry, this, this book case is not rare, you let the lowly post chop up this conscienceless and shameless fan, and the lowly post will help you take down the entire Champang, and then you Marshal Tianpeng can take hundreds of boats of Champong girls and go back to send them to the cabinet scholars." At that time, I'm afraid that even the emperor will be eye-catching! Hearing the sarcasm of Marshal Tianpeng sarcasm in the middle of the three, Yi Shijia jumped up angrily: "Fart, if the emperor wants these girls, it's not to look at them, it's to look away, the girls here are not more than thirty years old, and they will become the same as the sixty-year-old aunt of the Ming Dynasty, old and ugly." If this official really dares to give these women to Shangguan, isn't he helping his own Shangguan to find his mother here? If I really add a few living mothers to these Shangguan families to raise, it would be strange if I didn't get a five-horse corpse for the Shangguan family to collectively give me in the end! The official came here just to grab money, food, and land, and other things or people, the official is not uncommon! Even if the official gets back a few rhinoceros from the Ming Dynasty, he will never fight the idea of the Champa girls here who are less than thirty years old and have an old wrinkled face. "Mingsan'er doesn't know the customs here, but he believes that Yi Shijia's words will not just be made up to fool him, the women here may be because the men here are worse and fucked up in such a hot weather, so they should age quickly.

As for whether the men here are nasty and fucked up, it's clear just how ungrateful this Indra chief of theirs is.

"Marshal Tianpeng, what do you say? Isn't it time to kill this chieftain now? Yi Shijia saw that San'er was still not very open-minded, so he had to change his tone to a serious tone: "Hu Qianhu, if you want us to get food and property smoothly, this chief can't die immediately, but in addition to not killing him, you can do anything else, you can whip him hundreds of leather whips every day, and then use the pepper here to squeeze oil and apply it to his wounds, so as not to suppurate his wounds, do you think this is a good way?" Hey, I'm always ruthless, it's a bodhisattva's heart, aren't we all for him? Before Yi Shijia could bring out the ten major tortures of the Manchu Dynasty, Indra surrendered: "Don't be angry, the guilty minister is the law, hehe, the law, isn't it just a hundred boats of grain?" The rice in my city is famous all over the world, and it is still four crops a year, even if a hundred boats of rice can't get so much in a quarter, you can wait here for delicious food and drink, until the hundred boatloads of rice are filled and then return to the Heavenly Empire. Yi Shijia jokingly walked up to Indra, who was being held by the knife of the mixed San'er, and scolded: "It's really a round soybean, you can't squeeze the oil!" You listen to Lao Tzu, sign this unequal treaty obediently, and then tell all the men in your family, including all the men in your relatives' family, to roll over and sign on it. If you look outside, our warship is ready to set sail, and you can't go back, but we can fight it, do you understand? "In countries like Vietnam, North Korea and Japan, ordinary people use their own scripts.

Another example is the Korean script, which was created by a king in order to help the most ordinary people to eradicate illiteracy, in fact, it is similar to the current Chinese character pinyin, only phonetic distinction and distinction, no word meaning.

However, the script of Jiaozhi is different, relatively more advanced, the script of Jiaozhi is more similar to the Hui script, and the Mongolian script is also based on the Hui script, and in many pronunciations can be translated and interacted with the Hui and Jiaozhi scripts.

Korea, Japan, and the upper classes of Vietnam after Cochin have all been writing in Chinese characters, and the books they read are also some enlightenment books of the Han family.

Why is it an enlightenment book? Because there are really not many foreigners in these countries who can understand the classic teachings of the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism.

It's not that there isn't, it's just that there are too few, and in their eyes, the elites who can read through the subset of Chinese scriptures and histories are equivalent to the level of high priests in ancient times, and they are more expensive than giant pandas.

In fact, most of these so-called pandas are really not as valuable as a talent and tribute who came out of a deserted village in China.

Although Indra is a Sanskrit name, he, the chief of Champa, can also understand Chinese characters, and when he saw this contract, he was stunned: "Does the Ming want to make Champa offer 100 boats of grain and 200,000 taels of silver every year?" Isn't this to drain the blood and sweat of the people of our city? Yi Shijia glanced at Indra, who was lying on the ground with his chest on his feet, and was looking at the national letter in astonishment, without sympathy, and said, "Yo Yo Yo, this has become the blood and sweat of the people of your city?" Didn't you old thing just say that the people of Champa will uphold the one-China stand in the spirit of good-neighborliness and friendship? China is the China of the Ming people, and the city should be the Ming Dynasty's city, right, since I beat my Yongle Emperor to clean up you, your skin has been tight again over the years, right, this is almost heaven. I still want to be good neighbors and friends with Daming, and I'm done with you. If I don't help you cook your skin well, how can you, a tribe with a big palm, be qualified to talk about good-neighborliness and friendship with my Huanghuang Heavenly Empire? I'm friendly with you, huh? Seeing that the official's mood is not bad, for the time being, there are 100 ships of rice and 200,000 taels of silver every year, if the official has a cold and fever one day, you have to be careful that the official increases the price. So, during this time, you have to send someone to serve our masters, and try not to make us precious Ming soldiers sick. It's okay to ask someone to send you women under the age of twenty to send you more comfort, remember, never old ladies and ugly ones. After saying this, the mixed third heard a little energetic, and he saw where Indra's stupid pestle was silent, and the mixed third son went up and kicked it hard: "Did you hear it clearly?" Are you deaf? Or dumb? Yes? While kicking, he turned back to talk to Yi Shijia: "My lord, this kid is just undercut!" Yi Shijia was also not satisfied with Indra's strength, and he encouraged, "Yes! Mix three, cut him, there's nothing wrong with it! ”