Chapter 360: The Blood of the South Seas

Wei Liaoweng's face was very unsightly.

After being prime minister for a year, he looked a lot haggard, just like when Cui was the prime minister at the beginning, he has also experienced a lot of political turmoil this year, and even turmoil may threaten his official position, and he is not as open-minded as Cui, so he is not only hard-working, but also thankless. This made him grow old quickly, and Zhao and Ju sometimes couldn't bear to see him.

"Why did Wei Xiang fall asleep last night?" Zhao Youju didn't wait for him to speak, and asked first.

"It's ...... at the second hour" Wei Liaoweng hesitated a little, but still answered Zhao Heju's question.

"I have said more than once, as the prime minister and prime minister, the hope of the government and the opposition is carried on his shoulders, once you take this position, your body no longer belongs to you, it is for me and the people of the world, you will have to live for a few more years, at least you can't compare to Cui and that old guy."

Although Zhao Heju called Cui He "old guy", the intimacy in his tone was not disrespectful when Song Ci heard it. Cui He is over 80 years old, but his health is okay, although he is sick, he does not have the dementia of the average old man of this age.

"Minister......

"Hugh has to quibble, a good life and rest is the first task I give you, and the rest of the things are not as good as this!" Zhao Youju shouted: "I have long known that you will disobey the yang and the yin, so I am ready for you!" ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Youju clapped his palms, and after a while, a handmaiden walked in from outside the hall, she had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looked to be more than twenty years old, Zhao Youju nodded to her, and said softly: "Wei Xianggong's health, I will entrust it to you." ”

"The concubine will not fail in her mission." The woman bowed deeply, and then blessed Wei Weng again, and said softly: "The slave and maid have seen Cui Xianggong. ”

Wei Liaoweng was stunned, he was nearly sixty years old, and the Son of Heaven gave the palace maid and him, which was inevitably difficult for some strong people.

"Some of the palace maids in my palace are very old, and I think that staying in the palace is not always a way, so I have people specially taught them the way to maintain health and protect their bodies. Wei Qing don't misunderstand, I am reluctant to give you the pearl, I just lend her temporarily, she will draw up a schedule for the Duchess after she goes with the Qing, if I see Qing so haggard again in the future, I will not blame the Duchess Xiang, just summon the Duchess Xiang, let the concubine blame her! ”

Wei Liaoweng was grateful in addition to a wry smile, he knew that he was not very appetizing to the Son of Heaven, since the Son of Heaven was in power, the temper of the two people was not very compatible, and it was far from the Son of Heaven and Cui and it, and it was not even as good as the Son of Heaven and Zheng Qingzhi. It's just that the Son of Heaven proceeds from the overall situation of the world, worships him as the prime minister, and releases Zheng Qing outside. In addition, the Son of Heaven is also extremely concerned about his body, and he gives many supplements, which makes him feel that the generosity of the Son of Heaven is really unprecedented.

It was Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, who could tolerate Wei Zheng when he was alive, but after Wei Zheng's death, he not only regretted talking about Wei Zheng's marriage, and did not marry the princess to Wei Zheng's son, but also overturned Wei Zheng's tombstone.

"Does Qing know Song Qing?" After pacifying, Zhao and Ju introduced Song Ci to Wei Liaoweng.

Wei Liaoweng naturally knew Song Ci, and the two had quite a relationship, but it was not a place for personal friendship in front of the Son of Heaven, so they just saluted each other.

"Wei Qing came just in time, I have a matter related to overseas territories." Zhao and Ju Ci sat down and spoke: "Overseas territories are also the land of my Great Song Dynasty, the people of the territory, and the people of my Great Song Dynasty. However, now the local railways of the Great Song Dynasty are thousands of miles long, but there is not an inch of railways in overseas territories, and the proportion of tax paid by overseas territories to the treasury is 21 percent of the annual tax revenue, while the return of the treasury only accounts for 50 percent of the treasury expenditure, and I ......"

"The minister is here for this."

Hearing Zhao and Ju list the data, Wei Liaoweng didn't care about etiquette, and said in a deep voice: "Overseas territories are the lifeblood of my Great Song Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty can have the current situation, if the local territory is the skeleton, then the overseas territory is flesh and blood, after the minister saw Zhao Jingyun's performance, he looked at the files of the overseas territory in the past ten years, and the minister found that there is a matter, please don't take it lightly." ”

Zhao Youju was also a little curious: "What's the matter?" ”

"In Nanyang, there is some movement in immigration." Wei Liao Weng said.

Nanyang was one of the earliest overseas territories developed by the Great Song Dynasty, and long before Zhao and Ju ascended the throne, Liuqiu began to conquer the Nanyang Islands. At present, Nanyang is the only rubber producing area in the Great Song Dynasty, and it is also the main production area of cinchona and spices, and at the same time, many minerals such as copper, tin, and lead in Nanyang are continuously transported back to the Great Song Dynasty and become the raw materials for the expanding industrial production of the Great Song Dynasty. In particular, tin ore has become an important part of the metal industry of the Great Song Dynasty because of its properties, second only to iron and copper.

Balang watched coldly as the Song people were working in a rubber plantation, where he was located was the highest mountain in the vicinity. To the north of him is the plantation of the Song people, with large expanses of rubber, sugar cane, and fruit trees, stretched together and barely in sight. Just a decade ago, it was a place where Barang and his people picked wild fruits, but now it's very different.

He looked back at the side of the mountain, which was still the territory of the natives, where they hunted and gathered, and the rainforest brought plenty of food, and they did not have to work every day, they just went to the mountains and forests to pick. Therefore, Balang could not understand why the Song people were so industrious, and it was better to lie down and sleep in the shade of a tree when they bent down to work in the plantation.

The Song people must have been slaves of demons, driven away by invisible leather whips, so this is the case.

"Allah punites the devil!" Barang prayed in his heart.

In his opinion, the Song people were demons, they did not stop every day, never worshipped, but sacrificed to their ancestors and many foreign false gods. What makes Balang most incomprehensible is that the Song people are still so rich.

The only explanation is that the Song people gave their souls to the devil in exchange for wealth. Sometimes, Balang also hoped that such a devil would appear in front of him, so that he could also make a fortune, but as soon as he thought of this, he immediately reined in his thoughts: "May Allah forgive me, I must have been deceived by the evil art of the Song people......"

He stroked the scars on his face, which was whipped by the leather whip of the Song people, for a native man like him, everything that grows on the earth and is born under the sky is his source of food, because the fruit planted by the Song people is sweeter, so he once ran to the plantation to pick, and he did not know the truth that picking fruits can not damage the fruit tree, and spoiled a tree, and after several times the Song people found out, after grabbing it, he whipped it with a leather whip thirty times, if it was not for his strong body, he was afraid that he would be killed by the Song people.

"They have sweeter fruit, they have more meat, and they have those fine clothes and tools - those are mine, because I am a believer in Allah!"

Balang glanced coldly at the Song people's plantation again, then turned his head, felt the scimitar at his waist, and entered the forest.

The Song people's weapons were very powerful, their army had heavenly thunder and fire-breathing pipes, Balang had seen the Song people kill wild beasts with fire-breathing pipes, and he had also seen them use heavenly thunder to blast away mountains. Therefore, he knew that he could not fight hard with the Song people, and his goal was ......

He saw a Song boy happily passing through the woods, smiled when he saw him from a distance, and ran back again. The child was white, not as black as the native, and appeared very strong, not at all like the thin and thin child of the native. Ba Lang's heart moved, such a lonely Song child was his goal.

It was already the first, and he couldn't remember it clearly, because his brain couldn't remember more than seven. He licked his lips and chased after him like the Song child.

Take advantage of his absence from the eyes of the adults, grab him, and then cut his neck with your own knife.

The boy had no idea what his fate was, and he was chasing a pheasant, a colorful bird that had run from the edge of his plantation into the mountains, and he wanted to catch it, even if it could catch a beautiful feather, enough to take it back to show off to his friends.

He didn't know that someone was chasing him, and the native did not arouse his vigilance, because he often saw the native in this neighborhood, and he was very agile, and the Song people in the South Seas were used to the woods, and he was a child, so Balang chased him for a full five minutes before catching up with him, and when the child heard Balang's rough sound and turned around, he smelled the fishy smell coming from the mouth of the native, who never washed his mouth.

No matter how sluggish the child was, he knew that this native had bad intentions. He screamed, and ran faster on his feet, but he tripped over a vine, and the man fell to the ground, rolling on his heels. Barang was about to twist his neck, but he was dodged by this fall, and Barang turned around and chased after him, but the boy was very nimble, and turned around and got under a branch that came sideways.

Barang was not tall, but he was still taller than the child, so the action of bowing his head and bending down delayed some time, and the child took the opportunity to pull a few meters away. Ba Lang thought about it in his heart, feeling that this place was still far from the Song plantation, and he was not afraid that the child's cries for help would be heard, so he did not give up, and continued to chase forward.

How can the child's physical strength be compared to him, he caught up with him in a few steps, this time the child was not so lucky, he grabbed the shoulder, and then stuck his neck. The boy was still struggling, and Barang had pulled his short knife from his waist and swiped it around the child's neck. The child's mighty struggle immediately softened, and when he was completely motionless, Barang threw down the body and licked the blood from the blade with his tongue.

Then he heard an angry roar.

A Song man held a musket and stared at him with a hideous face, Balang was startled, not knowing why this Song man came so quickly. He had a knife in his hand, but when he saw the musket in the Song people's hand, he knew that his knife could not compete with this fire-breathing weapon, and his courage to kill the child vanished in front of the musket, his legs trembled, and the stinking liquid trickled down from between his legs. He didn't say a word, knelt on the ground, threw down the knife and raised his hand: "Spare your life, spare your life, I was forced!" ”

His Song dialect was very smooth, these few sentences were the smoothest he said, as early as when he started to do this kind of thing, he thought about how to beg for mercy in case it fell into the hands of the Song people.

"Spare you...... Spare you...... If I spare you, who will you spare? ”

The Song man approached him step by step, looking at the corpse of the child on the ground, because it had lost its vitality, this original deer-like body was now no different from Duan Yumu. He recognized this child, who was the earliest descendant of Nanyang immigrants, who was born in Nanyang, and whose greatest ambition was to return to the Great Song Dynasty to meet the legendary city of Lin'an. But now his wish can never be realized, this stinky, dirty, and ugly thing dares to use a knife against the Han people, and dares to kill our descendants!

The Song man walked up to Balang, and the muzzle of the musket was attached to Balang's forehead, and slowly slid downward, sliding between the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the middle of the person, and finally reached Balang's mouth. Song Ren pressed hard, Ba Lang felt a sharp pain in his teeth, and involuntarily opened his mouth, and then the gun was stuffed into his mouth.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......"

At this time, Barang had long left his Allah behind, and his words of begging for mercy were vague, but the last thing he saw was the anger in the eyes of the Song people, and then with a bang, he lost consciousness.

Seeing that the head of this native was blown into a rotten watermelon, the Song man was still angry, and after kicking it over, he picked up the body of the Song boy, closed the boy's frightened eyes, and then walked out of the rainforest step by step.

Soon after he returned to the Song settlement, the bell rang for Dangdang, and about twenty minutes later, a group of men of Song people, all armed with muskets, came out of the Song settlement, and their target was the tribe of the natives behind the mountain.

It has been more than a month since this incident happened in Nanyang reached the Great Song Dynasty, and it was more than four months since Wei Liaoweng noticed this incident and played it to the Son of Heaven.

"This incident is just one of the many conflicts between immigrants and natives in Nanyang in the past two years." After Wei Liaoweng finished speaking, he was dumbfounded and said: "According to the minister's statistics, the conflict between immigrants and natives has increased tenfold in the past two years, and ninety percent is caused by the tyranny and ignorance of the natives, and only one percent is caused by the greed of our Song people." The natives of Nanyang are jealous of the wealth of our Great Song Dynasty immigrants, they are lazy and ignorant by nature, and they cruelty to my good people, which is really an unforgivable sin! ”

Zhao Youju frowned, he remembered that when he first began to open up Nanyang, he had emphasized the policy towards the natives, and those who could be reformed were transformed, and those who could not be reformed were slaughtered - he did not feel the slightest guilt about this, he was a very generous emperor, but this generosity was only for the subjects of the Great Song Dynasty and the foreigners who were willing to naturalize, and never for those stupid, stubborn, lazy and despicable aliens. In fact, at this time, among the Nanyang Islands, there were still natives who fed on people and sprinkled their mercy on them, which was purely cruel to the people of the Great Song Dynasty!

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yoju asked.

"Do the conquest!" Wei Liaoweng said it with confidence.

"I want to know why such a thing happened when I first opened up the South Seas, when I made a distinction between the natives and those who could not accept the indoctrination, all of them were exterminated?" Zhao Youju was noncommittal, but asked.

"The minister has also checked the file, in the past ten years, the people of the Great Song Dynasty who have gone to Nanyang to expand and reclaim the land, including Goryeo and the Japanese people, there are 2.9 million people, and the original place is no longer enough to settle, so they have opened up to the rest of the islands and deeper, and the Son of Heaven is benevolent, and the people below have not carried out the strategy of expulsion and killing, and they have educated Huairou, and even this!" Wei Liao Weng said.

"I know, you draw up a note, I sign it, clean it in Nanyang, expand the land to be developed in the next ten years, and the native tribes, all those who do not obey the king, will be driven and killed." Zhao Youju also said with some annoyance.