Burmese Town, Bago City, Zhennan Hou Mansion.

In the afternoon, it was the quiet time, and a rush of footsteps broke the silence of the Zhennan Hou Mansion.

"Master Hou! Master Hou! Here it comes! Here it comes! ”

A burst of calls made Xiao Ruxun, who was holding a book and reading leisurely, quite dissatisfied.

At noon, the family members were sleeping, especially the two little ancestors, who made a fuss all morning, and finally slept well, so that he had a little time to rest, and this person rushed in, in case he woke up the two little ancestors, and his mouth was open and he cried, so how is it good?

Xiao Ruxun put back the bowl full of sweet corn that had not been eaten by the spoon to his mouth, stood up and put down the book, shook the big pu fan, walked out of his study, and saw Ma Wei running from outside the yard at a glance, waving his hand and shouting at Xiao Ruxun: "Master Hou! Master Hou! They're coming! It's back! ”

Xiao Ruxun waved his fan and shouted: "Shut your mouth!" Big noon! The big guys are resting! You're shouting at this point, do you want to rest? ”

Ma Wei suddenly shrank his head, slowed down his pace and ran over at a trot, and said softly: "Master Hou, Mr. Chen and Mr. Li have returned from the West, and they have brought back the Western firearms craftsmen you wanted, more than a hundred people!" ”

"More than a hundred? Hehe, yes, yes, I thought I could get back thirty or fifty people at most, more than a hundred, it seems that those Western firearms craftsmen are not having a good time! Okay, okay, you go and tell Chen Longzheng and Matteo Ricci, let him settle those Westerners, and then come and report to me. ”

"No!"

Ma Wei answered the promise and hurriedly ran away.

Xiao Ruxun smiled and shook his head.

This young man is good at everything, but he is impatient, not at all like Ma Hu and Ma Yong, his two elder brothers.

However, this kid has only been in Myanmar Town for three months, and it is not easy to do this part.

It's only been a few years, and I've sent all the good offspring of the Ma family here to give them to my own training, not to mention Ma Hu and Ma Yong, in the current Zhennan Army, they are all senior officers, with 5,000 people under their command, and the rest of the Ma family boys are also low-level officers such as centurion and thousand-year-old, and now there is a sixteen-year-old Ma Wei, who is tiger-headed and stunned.

However, it is still good to be the commander of the Hou Mansion in Zhennan, and to be responsible for the safety of the Hou Mansion, the stupid boy has a bad brain, but he is hardworking and willing to work, and he has no strength, Xiao Ruxun just needs such a stupid boy with a lot of strength to run errands, no, he runs happier than anyone else.

However, Chen Longzheng and Matteo Ricci's errand is still good, originally thought that it would be good to recruit thirty or fifty craftsmen from the West who are willing to come to the East to adventure, but now it is good, more than 100 craftsmen with experience in making rifled flintlock pistols have come in one go, this time, the production line of their rifled flintlock pistols will be further expanded and consolidated, and the guns in the hands of the soldiers will be more or less accurate, and the bullets will not fly out.

Raising his head and looking at the clear blue sky, Xiao Ruxun slapped his fan a few times.

It's been three years, it's been three years here, and I'm twenty-six years old.

I have to say that the past three years have passed quickly, at least when I reacted, it was already a twenty-sixth birthday party.

Turning the poor and white Burmese town from 100,000 Han people to the current population of more than 1.3 million, from chaotic and disorderly to an orderly and orderly life, Xiao Ruxun has really paid the hard work of a sweatshop.

Since three years ago, the Ming Dynasty seems to have entered a period of natural disasters, and the landless peasant population that had been digested through massacres, deception, rebellion, etc., now has a new export window, that is, to the sparsely populated Burmese towns.

The landless peasants would not rebel because there was no way out, and the imperial court would not be worried about the increase in the number of displaced people, so they used the town of Myanmar as a garbage disposal station, and as long as there were displaced people, they would all be thrown into the town of Burma.

Anyway, in their opinion, Myanmar Town has always been a place to turn outside, a shelter for refugees and untouchables, no matter what, it can't be developed, Xiao Ruxun can only barely deal with the problem of the victims, but can not better develop the local economy of Myanmar, this is always just a garbage disposal station, just deal with it, and drive out all the dross inside Daming, so that those who stay in Daming are all the essence.

This is how you look at it from your inner level to the local state and county.

In order to appease Xiao Ruxun, the cabinet even extended the tax holiday for another three years, it seems that in their eyes, the town of Myanmar is a garbage station, that little tax is better than nothing, the governor of Yunnan has changed two stubbles, one has never been to the town of Myanmar to see, and they are unwilling to move their noble footsteps out of the border of Yunnan a step, in their opinion, the town of Myanmar still does not belong to China, but a foreign domain, the original Ming Dynasty general Xiao Ruxun, in their opinion, has also become the same status as the king of Fanbang.

They don't pay attention to how many ships come and go to Yangon Port in Myanmar every year, how many businessmen from all over the world come to Yangon to do business, and how many floating people wander back and forth in Yangon, they only know that this is a garbage disposal station, batch after batch of boats, and in just three years, nearly a million displaced people and Han people who have voluntarily migrated have come to settle in Myanmar Town, received land grants, and lived a stable life.

Rumours of this circulated in the vast coastal areas, where landless peasants and unemployed artisanal labourers who could not survive their lives continued to try their luck in Burmese towns, and their luck proved to be good.

When they come to Myanmar, they first do a kind of "physical examination", which should be to test whether the body has any diseases, whether there are infectious diseases, etc., and then the doctor there will explain the precautions for living in Myanmar, etc., and then go to an institution similar to the household department to register their names and places of origin, and ask if they have any family members staying in Daming, whether they are willing to come to Myanmar together, etc., after registration, they can get land grants and land deeds, as well as residences, etc., and after arriving there, they can also get rations and farm tools.

For the peasants, it is a dream life.

The craftsmen were asked what they were doing, whether they were skilled in their craft, and then they were assigned to live in the city, where they were given houses and jobs, the amount of money and food they had to pay each month, and so on.

Some special craftsmen were also arranged to be interrogated in further military camps, and then sent directly to the northern military administrative region, where they were treated more highly and more closely controlled, but their lives were also happy.

Will they be dissatisfied with such a life?